#anyway sorry i'm just yelling like a madman again

[aeoneris]

part 2 of me being unhinged with a freecam mod for mhrise on pc. documenting my fun observations of things u don't normally see. this post is for kamura village, and there is a lot more here than in the elgado post so please enjoy

just wanna point out how the instructor eats dango through his cowl. i love him with my whole heart

so i recently looked through the base rise artbook and it mentions how there's supposed to be an entire residential area behind the tatara forge in the main plaza. well... it turns out a majority of it is modeled, but it's inaccessible. the housing district is where the villagers live, but it also has buildings that caters to visitors such as aristocrats and outside hunters

here's a clear shot of what it looks like inside those barely open doors in front of the forge, behind elder fugen. shout out to these two smithies... they're the real ones

this is a view of looking into kamura from outside the front gate, i just thought it'd be neat. if you turn the camera around and try to leave kamura you just run into layers and layers of tree textures until you clip through and see the skybox lol

at the buddy plaza. a nice shot of the entrance to the training grounds, with the palamute statues leading you to it. fun fact, if you look at the buddy plaza before going in, it's shrouded in a black screen to make it look foggy/obscured from the outside

a close up of the wirebug hives where the villagers raise them. sometimes they land and they look completely different from when they're flying (because they stop the iconic glowing?), it reminds me of the jewel bug model in animal crossing lol

rondine's ship is surprisingly detailed when you get to see it from a different angle. she has an open air bed with a bookshelf over it, and in the open door below, there are two hammocks for her felynes in the room which is so cute (forgot to take a pic of them)

if you turn the camera around, rondine has an actual clear photo of herself and the two felynes hanging on a wall

here's one of my favorite discoveries, chino's paintings are actually of previous game's areas like bherna and yukumo! and if you look at what chino is currently painting, it's a wip of the toadversary

at the training area, if you look at all those moving targets, there are felynes running back and forth placing new targets and boxes

i tried to move the camera outside of the entrance of the training area while i was in there, a lot of stuff isn't visible but weirdly the palamute statues are still fully modeled (understandable) even though i don't even think you can see them from the dock

at the guild hub. this is how it looks like inside otemai's dango shop

when you wait for a while, hojo starts yeeting messages at minoto... if you look at what he's holding before he throws them, it's drawings of rathalos. they're all rathalos lol (if you move the camera behind minoto and watch her catch them, she actually puts all the papers under her desk and they load out of existence once you can't see them)

just a shot of these guys because i appreciate them and found out there's a subset of nakago oshi which is so powerful

so if ur inside the guild hub nothing rly loads past that gate beside minoto...

but if you're outside, it leads to the place where hinoa is singing in the credits. nice wedding venue. just saying that for no particular reason

inside your house... there's some baskets hanging above the hearth with herbs in them. just thought they were neat

if you were wondering about him... yes. fukashigi is fully modeled behind the wall. his teacup is stuck to his hand in a weird way too lol

lastly, enjoy your housekeeper in your bathtub with your low res cohoot rubber ducky

[arachnaem]

Omg this is too silly I have to try!

(sorry for the long post I don't have an ao3 account)

Hi, my name is Harry. I live with my friends in a large mansion, built specially for our band.

Yes, we have a band.

Yes, it is very popular.

No, I can't tell you the name of the band, but I can give you 2 clues: the number 1 and the letter D... Care to guess?

I'm a bit of a bad boy if I may say so myself. I don't look like it, but I have a certain... reputation let's say. They say I'm the good side of bad.

My wild hair, still wet from the shower, falls freely almost to my shoulders. I tie it in a messy bun. It's a good thing it's against company policy to date: I swear the guys check me out sometimes.

I hear noise in the big open kitchen: today Simon, our manager, has offered to cook breakfast himself. He doesn't need to, we have a chef, but we just finished recording and he said it was a reward for staying on top of the charts for 3 weeks straight.

But the noise doesn't sound like cooking, it sounds like an argument. Is Louis being an ass again? Last time Simon caught him with a smoke, he got yelled at for so long it took the fun out of it.

"Well," I say to myself, biting my lower lip, "someone has to get the band out of trouble again." I pull up my skinny jeans, jump down the stairs carelessly and they hear me coming. Almost everyone is here.

Zayn is closed-off and visibly upset. Niall looks like he's about to cry. Louis has stormed off somewhere outside. And Liam is pleading with Simon.

"You can't do that, Mr Cowell!" says Liam, begging. Always so polite. Chin up, Liam, that's not how you make girls cry.

"Nothing I can do about it, Liam, it's all here, written in the contracts." Simon looks troubled, and that's never a good sign.

"Hey Simp," (as I affectionately call him) "what's the big deal? Did Niall smuggle another puppy?"

Zayn stares me down, visibly pissed. "You should ask what you did instead, you madman."

Oops. "What did I do?" I ask, an innocent grin on my face. Zayn doesn't fall for my angelic act, he's not even blushing today. It must be a pretty big deal.

Truth is, it could be a number of things. I'm definitely not an angel, but so far I have been pretty good at deflecting and avoiding attention. Oh well. A little bit of chaos can't hurt. What's the worst thing Simon could do to me? Send me on a forced vacation? Quaking in my boots, I tell you. Unless...

"What do you know about a young lady named Harmony? Harmony Davenport? Or a girl called Acacia? Lauren? Mia? Since WHEN has this been going on?" explodes Simon, red-faced. He looks as furious as the time I dried all his ties in the oven because he skimped on my hair products. Cheap man. Cheap ties.

I'm fucked, though. There is no way to make this look good, even if the ad on Craigslist was totally legit. "Too hard to raise your daughter? 1D buys for quick cash! Don't pay for their studies, let us pay for their booties!" We made the ad as a joke one drunk evening with Louis, we didn't expect it to work. Until we had a couple girls showing up at the mansion a few days later.

To be clear, we just gave them jobs. People pay me for my time, not the other way around. I do enjoy watching them squirm when I ask them to clean again, step-mother style, but it's all pretty innocent. As innocent as I can be, anyway. But I'm pretty sure Simon isn't gonna see it that way.

I put a hand on his shoulder and squeeze. "Hey man, Simp, calm down, you're gonna burst something! We've been real gentlemen to the girls the whole time, right lads?"

A delightful look of horror settles on Niall and Liam's faces. "You-you mean they're not really maids?" says Niall, panicking.

"Ok, calm down." What a baby. "We're just gonna tell them to go home, alright? No one got hurt, it was just a special event for the fans! Simp, aren't you always telling us to thank them personally as much as we can?" I wink and stick my tongue out. Impish always works when you're that hot, or so the PR team tells me.

That's when Simon slaps me with the folded newspaper. Ow. Too far. Wanna meet my lawyer, Simpy?

"It's on the news, shitnugget!" he screams. "It's everywhere! This band is done! You're lucky they can't send you all to jail, a sentence you would entirely deserve!"

I rub my cheek. "Message received, dude. You did not need to do that." I frown. "At least we're not going to jail."

"Jail time is the least of our worries, Harry," says Liam, his face moist with anxious sweat. "Don't you remember the Proportional Offense section of our recording contract?"

Zayn crosses his arms, obviously judging. Man has a stick up his ass. I turn to Simon.

"In case of a major scandal involving fans, the band suffers the same fate as what they made their fanbase go through. Usually that type of contract is enough to keep in check the rowdiest of performers, but I guess the usual doesn't apply to these stupid boys." he gives me a hard look. No empathy there. He's gonna throw us under the bus if he can.

I smile. "Well, sorry if we're too cool to be contained, Simpman. So what are you gonna do? Put an ad on Craigslist?" I snort.

"It's already done," replies Zayn, somber. "No one wanted us after the little trick you and Louis pulled, not even for free. We've been sold to a certain Father Strange for a bag of cat food and a couple yards of bendable plastic spine."

I feel a chill of dread. Surely this is impossible? We're superstars! They can't just... do that?

I look around. Liam and Niall are holding hands, barely stopping themselves from crying. Louis at the garden door, on call, screaming at someone. Zayn is just staring at the wall, his arms crossed. Powerless.

"Well then!" says Simon, clapping his hands. "Pack your bags, boys, you're going to Toronto!"

An AU where One Direction was sold to Strange Æons

Scattering dried red lentils for my boys to crunch on <3

[mishmosh-chaos]

Dance With The Dragon || Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Reader Oneshot ||

A/N: Hi! You don't know me, but that doesn't matter 😄 What matters is I got hooked on HotD and that crazy-but-kinda-adorable-because-of-it Daemon Targaryen madman and I couldn't focus on any of my other WIP's (yes, I write with my main blog, too) until I got this out of my head 😅 Sorry if this sucks big time, but oh well, here it is anyway!

(English is not my main language, so please don't mind any mistake you might stumble upon!)

Your head began to pound as yet another loud cheer pierce your ears, and the air reeked with the mixture of sweat, blood and horse manure, only intensifying that pounding. You despised being here, dragged by your father to another tournament for gods only know what reason it was organized. You certainly didn't bother to remember.

You damn well knew why your father always insisted to drag you and your sisters to this events, even if he never openly said it. He so much hoped that any of you would catcht the eye of some high Lord or a like as a potential for marriage. And you, as being the oldest of the three, were his highest hope for it, which only made you hate these events more.

Not being ablet to stand the noise and the smell any longer, you stand up and hasty start to leave, not paying the slightest attention to the scornful stare from your father following your every step. You just had to get away from here and all this commotion.

The more you advanced away from the tournament it was easier to breath, but you didn't stop, you kept going until you were absolutely sure that not even the slightest sound of the crowd was reaching you any longer.

Slowing down, you become aware of your surroundings and notice a stone bench a few steps away, sittuated in the shade of a tall tree. Walking to it, you sit down closing your eyes, and take a deep breath.

You knew that you can't stay her for very long, but right in this moment, no matter how short it might be, you appreciated this blissful silence around you, with nothing but gentle whistle of wind occasionaly caressing your skin.

Not even a minute later that same gentle wind carry a strong male voice your way disturbing your peace „Are you lost, my Lady?“

„Do I look lost?“ you hiss back keeping your eyes closed, hoping that who ever it was would recognize the annoyance in your voice and just leave you be.

„Are you always this impolite when someone offers help?“ he speaks again, your frustration skyrocketing realizing that this person wasn't about to leave any time soon.

„And are you always this pestering and can't understand when someone wishes to be left alone!?“ you almost yell standing up and furiously turning around, only to get your breath caught as you instantly recognize the man standing in front of you.

No other than Daemon Targaryen turned out to be the person you just raised your voice at. You've been dying for a chance to even speak to him, praying to every god known to you for him to show up at any of these boring tournaments since the first one you got dragged to. He was your silent suffering, the star of your wildest dreams, and now when your prayers have finally been answered, you end up yelling in frustration at him. How wonderful.

„I've been called many things,“ he starts to speak, his violet eyes curiously observing you „but pestering... I believe it hasn't happened till now.“

„There's first time for everything.“ you blurt out in response, instantly cursing inside for being unable to control that damn tougue of yours. And if you continue like this, you will be lucky if you leave this place alive.

To your surprise, Daemon laughs amused „You are absolutely right, can't argue there.“

Interesting you think to yourself, maybe you haven't messed up completely yet and there is still a chance to come out of this with some kind of success.

„I'm glad the Prince agrees, even though my words might of sounded a bit harsh.“ you say humbly and lower your gaze hoping to sooth the previous damage even more by doing so.

„The truth usually is harsh. But that's no reason not to say it.“ Slowly rising your head, you meet his firm gaze and he adds with a sneer smirk „Mostly.“

Unable to control yourself, again, you snort averting your look „Everyone deserve a dose of harsh truth sometimes, no matter the rank of heritage they might belong to.“

Oh for the love of it, that damn tongue of yours has really over did it this time. If there was any chance before to salvage this, it was absolutely and unquestionably ruined now.

Taking a deep breath, you boldly look back at him, ready to suffer whatever consequences for your words.  But once again, you get utmost surprised seeing his face.

There was no trace of anger or anything negative on it, not at all. Instead, his violet eyes darkened, and he was staring at you with admiration and unhindered desire in them.

„Interesting thought, Lady...“

„I- Y/N, my Prince.“ It took you a moment to find your voice, being hyptnotized by his intense stare.

„Lady Y/N.“ he smiles and bows his head in curteous nod. „And I would love to stay and hear more about it, but duty calls so, unfortunately, I must bid you farewell.“

„But ofcourse, my Prince, do not let me keep you away from more important things.“ you return the bow, barely managing to hide the sorrow out of your voice knowing your time with him has come to an end so suddenly.

„Just one more thing before I leave.“

„My Prince?“ you question back intrigued.

„I assume you are here for the tournament, am I right?“

„That is correct.“ you reply short.

„So why are you hiding here then?“ he inquires curiously.

„To be honest, my Prince, I got bored and just needed a change of scenery.“

„Ah, what a shame to hear this,“ he begins sounding dissapointed „as I was about to participate in the tournament myself, and the presence of your beauty there would be much...encouraging. “

You couldn't believe your ears! Was this really happening? Was the rogue Prince really sweet talking and thought of you as worthy and interesting enough to try and win you over? Not that you needed much of his sweet talk, you were alraedy screaming internally just from this unexpected encounter of yours.

„Oh, You are?“ you decide to play along without hesitation „Well that changes everything then.“

„It does?“

„Ofcourse it does, my Prince.“

„And how so, Lady Y/N?“ he asks genuinely interested.

You smile mischievously „The Dragon is about to enter the game, and I wouldn't want to miss that for the world.“

„In that case, you should better hurry back so you don't miss the whole show.“

By they way that he spoke and stared at you, there was no longer any doubt that he was interested in you. A lot.

„Indeed I should.“ you say, but not wanting to miss this opportunity to strenghten your chances, you speak again „But, before I leave, If it's not to bold of me, may I ask a favore from my Prince?“

„A favore?“ he repeats, and you could clearly notice curiosity in his voice.

„Oh, don't worry, it's nothing much.“ you say with a shy smile „It's just – I hope you will honor me with the promise to save a victory dance for me at the celebration later.“

„And what makes you so sure I will be victorious?“ he speak back with a laugh.

„How could I not be sure? After all, who could be more successful than the Dragon himself.“

You watch amused as his eyes sparkle, turning his intense stare to a lustful one „Be careful what you desire for, Lady Y/N. Haven't anyone warn you not to tease the dragon? They are known to be...unpredictable. And they tend to bite.“

„Oh,I'm well aware of it, my Prince.“ you say using your most charming voice and slowly begin to walk. Briefly pausing your steps beside him, your turn and lean your head slightly towards him, smile and add enticingly „In fact, I'm counting on it.“

You walk away then with satisfied smirk on your face, leaving entranced Daemon behind, feeling his hungry lustful stare following you. You might not be sure where this will lead to or how it might end, but you were absolutely certain in one thing: tonight, you will be dancing with the dragon - literally and figuratively.

[fanficsdontwritethemselves]

Young Justice Scenario From My Wattpad

Request: How Would Wally, Bart and Jaime react to their S/o doing the tiktok trend of moving her hand away from him while they are holding hands

Wally

Wally and I were just coming back from date night at the movies and we were in peaceful silence when I saw the tik tok on pinterest. I thought it was the perfect time to try it out so I opened tik tok and started recording our hands. My hand was on the gearstick, Under Wally's. I moved my hand away from his. His face looks so hurt but he then wipes his hand on his shirt and re grabs mine. I continue filming and remove my hand again. He then pulls over the car and turns to me.

"This is no time to be doing tik tok trends y/n" This causes me to blow up into laughter because I got it all on camera. When we get home he insists I tag him in the post.

Bart

Bart doesn't understand tik tok because there is no tik tok in the future so Jaime and I thought it was a perfect thing to do. Jaime had his phone under the table filming our hands when I quickly let go of Bart's hand. Jaime follows my hand and shows Bart's eyes following my hand as well. I put my hand on the table and don't use it so he quickly grabs it again. I make eye contact with Jaime who's face says,

"Once more this time, With feeling!" So smirking I remove my hand again and just move it away.

"can I hold your hand y/n?" He says putting his hand out for me to grab. I almost cried on the spot.

"Of course, I'm sorry it's a tik tok trend baby" I say lacing my hand in his again.

"DAMMIT! I should of known" Well I posted it anyway and Bart was very happy with the comments

'fuck, they are my OTP'

'AWW did you see his face?? How cute'

Jaime

Quite often Jaime and I would be sitting on my/his bed holding hands while we scroll through different devices. Today was no different. We had just gotten back from our missions and Jaime invited me to his house for a bit. I was chilling on my phone and he was working on an assignment. I open tik tok and start filming. I gently remove my hand from his and he slightly glances up.

"Do you need your hand?" He says

"no"

"Then why don't you let me hold it" He freezes for a second then yells

"I am not blowing up my Girlfriend!" Laughing I take his hand once again. Looks like I can't post it anyway or he will look like a madman

[purplechaosguardian]

Of Knights and Kings

A knight should strive to protect their king

Tw for suicide

“C’mon Mark. Where are yooouuu?” Mark whimpered, curling into a ball. He could see out through the gaps of the bleachers, at his attacker’s shoes made up of colorful cloth and shiny plastic. Sure it was dusty and uncomfortable here, but for one reason or another it was always the only place they never thought to look. “Don’t be such a wimp!” ‘You wanted to beat me up!’ His mind protested, ‘You chased me in here!’ He scooted backwards until his back met the wall, curling into a small ball and wanting to disappear entirely. Mark sighed and rested his head on his knees, almost wishing he brought his homework with him. The other kids wouldn’t leave on their own accord for a while, so that meant he was going to be here for a while and he was almost certainly missing the bus back home. Might as well try to get as comfortable as he possibly could.

He must have dozed off, because the next thing he knew, there were several voices yelling over each other. He could only see very little, but it wasn’t like the shouting and sound of fists hitting flesh could be mistaken for anything else. And judging from the view from his little hiding place, Cesar was currently hitting one of the other kids with a long stick. ‘Move you idiot.’ His brain chided ‘Go help him!’ But Mark was completely frozen, and could only wait for it to be over.

Cesar managed to chase the other kids out, yelling at the top of his lungs like a madman, waving his branch this way and that before dropping it. “Mark?” His voice was much more soft and gentle compared to how it was just moments before. “Where are you?” Mark hadn’t regained his voice yet, so all he could do was bang his fist against the cool metal. Cesar ran over to the bleachers, grinning when he saw his best friend wasn’t hurt. He crawled inside, joining him. It was a rather comfortable silence before Mark finally found his voice.

“I’m sorry.” Cesar leaned against him. “For what?” “I-I can’t protect myself. You always have to fight them for me, and you’re probably gonna get in trouble again and-.” Mark couldn’t look him in the eyes, but could still feel Cesar grab his hand. “So?” It wasn’t your fault. They deserve to have their butts kicked sometimes. Besides, this is the only time Momma doesn't get mad at me for fighting!” Cesar grinned when the comment managed to get a little smile out of Mark, deciding to keep going. “It’s like-it’s like what we’re learning in class right now right? With royalty and stuff?” Mark nodded, confused, but excited nonetheless to see where Cesar’s trail of thoughts was leading to this time. “Well, knights protect the king! So I'm the knight and you’re the king!” Mark giggled. “Don’t knights protect the lords and ladies, not kings?” Cesar shrugged. “I dunno, king sounds cooler, and you’d make a good king anyways. Oh wait!”

Cesar dragged Mark out of the bleachers, only letting go to kneel in front of the seats. “Sar? What are you doing?” Cesar giggled. “C’mon! You’re a king now.” He paused to wiggle the tree branch at Mark. “So come and knight me!” Mark couldn’t contain his laughter, grabbing the branch and standing on the seat before Cesar, just like he’s seen kings do in movies. “Uh ok! I uh-I, King Mark-heh heh-dub thee uh, Sir Cesar? I guess?” Mark was a mix of giggles and embarrassment, trying (and failing) to keep a straight face. Cesar jumped up, his new title making him even more energetic, if that was even possible. He grabbed Mark’s hand and the two ran out laughing into the late afternoon sun, the good king being led by his loyal knight.

————-

“Come on, come on. Pick up, please -.”

“YOUR CALL HAS BEEN FORWARDED TO AN AUTOMATIC VOICE MESSAGE SYSTEM. AT THE TONE, PLEASE RECORD YOUR MESSAGE. WHEN YOU HAVE FINISHED RECORDING, YOU MAY HANG UP O-.”

‘Fuck.’ “Hey Mark. It’s me again. Sorry, I must be pretty close to filling up your answering machine. I just-I really need to hear from you right now. Call me back when you can, ok? I love you.”

Cesar groaned and face planted on the desk, the pit in his stomach growing even heavier. Mark always answered the phone by the third ring. No matter the time, the day, or what he was doing. Even if he thought it was a spam caller, he always picked up because “What if someone needs me Sar?” ‘Well I need you right now Marker.’

He sighed, staring outside his bedroom window. The cop car had been a rather recent addition, as was the gash across his neck. It was a miracle he was found, at least that’s what everyone has been telling him. The police had been called by rather concerned neighbors and he was rushed to the hospital after he was found in the kitchen, lying in a puddle of his own blood. Momma…Momma wasn’t so lucky. The police had tried to comfort him, saying that she was already dead by the time he came home. It didn't help.

So here he was, stuck in his house with blood stains on the floor that wouldn’t get out no matter how hard he scrubbed, Momma waiting to be put into her coffin, the cops keeping an eye on him until they could figure out what to do with him since he’s pretty much an orphan now but only months away from becoming a legal adult, hadn’t been able to get a full night’s of sleep in days and unable to talk to the only person he has left. The police wouldn’t answer any questions about Mark. There was a blonde one (who had to remind Cesar several times it was just Thatcher, not Mr. Davis), who had promised to do a quick check on him and report back. It’s been three days, and as far as Cesar knew, he still hasn’t gone. He would have tried to see him on his own, but he couldn’t slip past the police. During the day anyways.

The sun was beginning to set and he smiled. Time to get ready. Sweatpants, running shoes, one of Mark’s hoodies that he had forgotten about and that Cesar definitely didn’t steal. Definitely a departure from his normal attire, Cesar thought as he pulled the hood over his head, which makes it perfect. He peered out the window, the woods becoming less visible with every passing moment. Mark’s house was on the other side, and while the journey would be much shorter by driving, there’s no way the police would let him go. But hell if that was going to stop him, especially if Mark’s well-being was on the line. ‘You should bring a weapon’, a voice in his mind added, ‘you’re going into the woods at night and no one knows where you’re going. Do you really think not bringing anything is a good idea?’

It was right. That made perfect sense. A knife from the kitchen would probably be the best considering his current circumstances but (he could still feel the blade against his throat why won’t it stop ) it probably wasn’t a good idea to carry one around for the time being. The flashlight he was planning on bringing on the other hand, was long and made of metal. He took an experimental swing, making a satisfying swoosh. It would have to do.

The autumn air was fresh and crisp, and the stars were twinkling brightly in the night sky. The moon hung heavy in the sky, and Cesar felt free for the first time in days . He walked through the backyard, relying solely on his memory to avoid the bushes and rocks. He reached out for the fence, smiling when he found the particular rock he was looking for. It was tethered to the ground by crabgrass, but once upon a time it was a free rock that he and Mark had moved here one summer, making it easier for them to jump the fence and reach Mark’s house. They were convinced this was a well kept secret, but Momma probably knew. She knew everything.

The leaves crunched underneath his feet as he went deeper into the woods, the trees blocking out the light, making him glad he brought the flashlight with him, as it was the only reason he didn't break his neck by tripping over a stump or something. This was a route that he knew by heart, having used so many times he lost count over the years. He climbed over piles of rocks and wove through bushes and crossed the creek that had a fallen log across it that was used as a bridge. He grinned, spotting Mark’s house in the distance, sprinting towards it. He was going to see Mark and hug him tight and finally be able to talk to someone who actually cared about him as a person, not just details for a police report. He climbed over the hedge, beelining straight for the back door. Cesar tried opening it, but it wound up being locked. Not surprising, but he was slightly disappointed that he had to wait a little longer to see him.

He walked along the house, reaching for his keys as he got closer to the front door, grinning as he noticed Mark’s car parked in the driveway. He ran his fingers along the house key. It was small, a silver one that still gleamed in the faint glow from the street lights. But as soon as the front door came into view, his heart dropped into his stomach.

The front door was wide open.

Mark never left the door unlocked, much less leave it open for anyone to come inside. He crept inside the house. “Mark?” His head was on swivel, trying to see if anything was out of place. “Mark, it's me. It’s Cesar.” The kitchen was clear, the living room was as well. Everything was exactly where it should be, but Cesar couldn’t help but squeeze the flashlight tighter. He walked up the stairs, down the hallway, the air becoming more and more oppressive with each step. “Mark, is everything ok? You’re scaring m-.”

There was a figure standing in front of Mark’s bedroom, impossibly thin, head grazing the ceiling. Its body was the darkest thing he’d ever seen, almost absorbing the beam of the flashlight. It turned to look at him, and Cesar felt a shiver run up and down his body. The eyes were devoid of any kind of emotion, but it felt like they were picking apart and inspecting every single piece of him. It slowly moved towards him, and Cesar raised the flashlight. If it noticed his attempts at self defense, it didn't acknowledge it, moving past him, down the stairs, and back into the night.

“Mark!” Cesar practically flew to the door, knocking on it. “Mark, it's me. Are you in there?” There was sobbing coming from the other side of the door, making Cesar knock harder. “Mark? Can you open the door?” His shaking hand grabbed the knob, jiggling it. Cesar could hear footsteps on the other side. “Mark, please. I don't know what happened, but it’s over now. I won’t let anything hurt you, I promise. Just please open the door, please -.”

BANG

“…Mark?” Cesar grabbed the door knob with both hands, trying to yank the door open. “MARK! MARK OPEN THE DOOR.” He slammed his shoulder into the door once, twice. Over and over, ignoring the pain growing in his shoulder. The door eventually gave way, and Cesar felt ready to throw up. Mark was slumped over, gun still in his hand, blood splattered across the wall.

All Cesar could do was reach for him, only now realizing he was screaming.

————-

The sun rose hours later, and the police came along with it. And sitting on the floor were two teenage boys, one cradling the other. One’s eyes were glazed over, body ice cold and hair clumped together with blood. The other barely raised his head, and the officers could see his face was streaked with dried tear tracks. One of the officer’s slowly approached, and while Cesar could barely register anything, he could recognize them. Mr. Thatcher.

He stared down at Mark before looking back at the officer. “What did he do wrong?” The older man looked confused. “What?” “I know him better than anyone, he would have called for help as soon as he realized something was wrong.” Cesar’s voice was hoarse, and actually hurt to talk, but he forced himself to keep going. “So he must have done something wrong right? You wouldn’t have let him die for no good reason, right?” Something made its way into Mr. Davis’s expression, and Cesar laughed hysterically, no joy or mirth. “Or maybe you’re all just fucking cowards.”

He couldn’t stop laughing. Tears ran down his face. Mark’s gun was in his hand pressed to his forehead. “Wait for me Mark. I can’t be alone.” “Kid wait-!”

BANG

[kaderp]

ALRIGHT FUCKERS THIS IS GONNA BE A HELLA LONG MEGAPOST AS I WAS GIVEN THE OK

BASICALLY this is gonna be a collection of bullshit me and @blackfliesinbluesugar have come up with and drawn

It starts with Goldie still living in Ireland at 17-19 and Scrooge from ages 18-20 staying in Scotland. And long story short they're dumbasses as teens. Cliche forbidden romance type stuff. Goldie's dad has shot people in the foot for trying to mess around with Goldie or just even talk to her for too long. So the only logical explanation they have is make Scrooge hide in the barn when he visits.

Basically Scrooge chills in the barn for a while cause Goldie's the only one that ever really goes in there because she's in charge of all the chores there. Which is where the context of this post is from

After the first time they fooled around Goldie was like 'oh crap what if I got pregnant D:' and told her mom she's going through a phase of flowey/big dresses when in reality she's trying to hide a potential baby bump. Now her mom doesn't care because she's too caught up in the fact that Goldie is finally 'acting like a lady.'

So eventually because they never put together that 'hey, if we keeping doing this we're gonna end up with a baby', Goldie does end up pregnant. And because her dad is a dick and a 'I catch you with my daughter then you die' type of shotgun dad, Goldie is freaking tf out.

About a month after she finds out she's pregnant, the O'Gilt's (well mostly just Goldie and her mom lol) get invited to a fancy dinner and Scrooge is really wanting to see Goldie again. So what better way to see her than to travel to Ireland, steal a uniform, and sneak into said dinner party as a busboy. Problem is he can't risk Goldie's dad seeing him again so he tries to slick back his whiskers

But while Scrooge is running around, he eventually spots Goldie across the room. Now he's never seen her in anything fancy, usually just the flannel and green work skirt. And he just about dies 😭

By now she has a bit of a baby bump she's had to hide so she normally goes for high waisted dresses that immediately flow out.

Anyways, as Scrooge is putting on the uniform he realizes he has absolutely no idea how to actually be a busboy. He doesn't know the first thing about dining and stuff so he's just like AAAAAAA

As they both see each other, Scrooge gives a dorky grin and Goldie smiles before realizing he snuck in. Right when Scrooge goes to see her he gets dumped with a bunch of dishes he has to set. Goldie sees him struggling to figure out how to set a table and he just gives her a nervous grin while she's like 'oh you beautiful dumbass -_-'

She's turning red cause she's trying so hard not to burst out in laughter as Scrooge slips and a bunch of silverware falls on him

He's getting yelled at by the director but he's just giving Goldie a goofy grin from across the room.

Her parents: remember to be calm and not make a scene no matter wh-

Goldie watching Scrooge trip on the tablecloth: BWAHAHA

But as the dinner progresses, Goldie remembers Scrooge doesn't even know she's pregnant. So she keeps trying to tell him but they both constantly get pulled away to do other things.

Towards the end of dinner Scrooge gets a free moment and realizes then that 'holy shit I actually like really love her!' So he darts to wherever she is and is struggling to get it out cause he doesn't know how much time he has left. He eventually spits it out and tells Goldie he loves her and is immediately called away. Scrooge takes her hands and quickly kisses her cheek before running to wherever the director is calling him from.

Goldie is shocked and stays still for a moment but by the time the shock wears off she realizes Scrooge is already long gone and they don't see each other again. And now Goldie's like 'crap crap crap, he said he loves me and I didn't even tell him I'm pregnant.'

They aren't able to communicate for a while cause Goldie's so focused on trying to keep her family pleased while still hiding her baby bump, and Scrooge keeps getting sidetracked and forgetting to write. (You can't tell me that isn't something he'd do because he kept getting distracted in the life and times when coming back home). He has her address, and he has started a letter, and even his family knows about her. 3ish months pass of no communications until one night Goldie starts contractions.

She darts to the barn after the first contraction and realizes she has to do this alone. A letter takes a day to get to Scrooge and going to Scotland herself would take closer to 7 hours. At that point it would be safer to not move.

It's like 3am by the time she lays and the egg ends up being pretty small. The entire time Goldie was just getting sicker and sicker. She ends up too weak to even hide the egg and has a high fever. She seriously thinks she's not gonna make it for the first night she can barely stay conscious.

The next morning she has just enough strength to lazily hide the egg in the hay and sluggishly make her way back to the main house. Her parents are already up and she explains she started feeling iffy while doing chores and collapses.

Because her parents aren't completely heartless and she still is their daughter, her parents' main focus shifts to trying to nurse her back to health. They assume she fell with a bad flu and don't know she had spent all night laying an egg.

During this time she writes to Scrooge telling him to get over here asap, it's an emergency.

Goldie's parents take over her chores in the barn and the moment they said that Goldie went into panic mode again. During a lunch break she climbs through her window and runs to the barn to hide the egg better. She does, and she successfully makes it back to her room but collapses again and sleeps until the next day.

Scrooge arrives 3 days after she lays and now she's really panicking. She's still weak and sick, and her parents are coming closer and closer to finding the egg. Scrooge when he sees her is genuinely freaking out. Not only for the future and that he now has an egg, but because Goldie did it by herself in a dirty barn. She's still a little loopy even though it's been a few days and Scrooge just feels heart broken that he wasn't there to help. He starts going on a tangent about how she could have died but Goldie just kisses him to get him to stop blabbering.

Scrooge helps her clean up a bit cause even with her parents looking after her, she's still a mess. But as he's washing her and the egg up, they hear fighting from the main house. Her parents realized she wasn't in her bed. She starts crying and tells Scrooge he needs to run home asap because if her dad finds out he'll most definitely kill him and/or the baby.

(This was the first doodle for the au before deciding on an exact age/place/look so don't mind the sloppiness)

Scrooge escapes right as her dad comes in. She pulls the excuse of she thought she felt well enough to do chores.

Scrooge rn is running like a madman back to Scotland. He went from chilling with his family to being a father who's child needs to be kept secret within a day.

By the time Scrooge gets back home it's the middle of the night and is ngl feeling pretty overwhelmed. He tells Downy that he messed up and she's just like ??? So Scrooge holds up the egg and Downy just purses her lips like 'ah'

The next morning Scrooge explains to his family what happened and doesn't leave out any detail. Fergus and Downy obviously have mixed feelings. Scrooge is barely 19 yet he already has a kid??? But in the end they realize they can't change what's happened and focus on helping Scrooge protect this child.

Once the baby hatched, all mixed feelings from Downy erased and she just went into 'this is my grandbaby and no one will touch her' mood.

Scrooge and Goldie kept in contact from the moment Goldie gave away the egg. Because of the little incident of Goldie 'trying to do chores while sick,' she was put under close monitoring for the next few months and couldn't visit each other. After constant writing back and forth, they find a date to meet up half way between Scotland and Ireland so Goldie can meet her baby. They try to decide on baby names through the letter but they can't agree on anything. Goldie finds out that Scrooge moved out of his small Glasgow home and into McDuck Castle. He gives her the new location on the map as well.

The first time Scrooge tries to sneak out with the baby Fergus is just standing right outside with his brow arched and Scrooge starts freaking out.

Before Scrooge can apologize for trying to sneak out, Fergus just asks if Scrooge would like him to go with.

Scrooge is a little shocked but can't talk with the frog in his throat and just nods. Along the way Scrooge explains how he and Goldie have been trying to find the right time to sneak out for weeks because it was so hard for Goldie to get free time. She was sent to go across country to get supplies and uses that opportunity to go meet up with Scrooge and the baby again.

Fergus just nods and continues.

When they do see Goldie, she almost breaks down at the sight that the baby survived and is being raised in a good house hold and can't stop holding her. The baby is about 3 months old by now. They finally agreed on a name and she ended up being named Maryanne. (Yes Jelly and I chose that because it means Star of the Sea)

She has to give the baby back to Scrooge cause stupid teenage and still getting over pregnancy hormones are getting the better of her and she starts full on sobbing as she sits on the ground. Scrooge freezes cause he's like aaaaaa what do I dooooo while still holding the baby.

But Fergus crouches down to her and asks if she wants a hug. All Goldie can say is 'uh huh' and he just wraps himself around her. She hugs back and Fergus rocks back and forth until Goldie's calmed down.

'I'm sorry I pulled your son into the mess. I-I was just so scared that my papa w-would kill one of us that I didn't know what else to do.'

Fergus pulls her away so he can actually look at her. And part of him feels that tinge of fear and sadness that the two teens had experienced. He grabs onto her shoulders which causes Goldie to look up at him.

'While I dinnae agree what you two did was right. Ah'm proud of you. Because what you did, finding the will to give up a child for their own safety, took a lotta strength there, lass.' And before she can react, Fergus pulls her in again and let's it sink in.

Scrooge is still holding the baby but now he's sitting down and bouncing the cooing baby on his knee while watching the scene unfold.

Over the course of the next few months, Goldie visits as much as possible and she grows closer to the family and Scrooge every time. On the times she can't visit, Fergus accompanies Scrooge in order to protect them from Goldie's dad. She's had a few close calls with her dad, but nothing too serious

After those events, Goldie practically moves in with the McDucks and they work on raising Maryanne. However like in the Rosa series, they're still experiencing tax trouble and Scrooge says he's gonna have to go to South Africa. The baby is about 2 by now and Scrooge is almost 21, while Goldie is about 19 and a half.

(This next section was an accident but basically it started as jotting down ideas but turned into a fic after I said it would take 20 seconds to write but turned into 2 hours fjdbfndn)

Scrooge is torn between whether or not to go until Goldie says she'll go with him. And because she's stubborn, no one objects. So the three travel across the world together. Maryanne practically grows up on the sea and all of those adventures where Goldie is present in the DT17 Rewriting History book happen.

On adventures they trade off tying the baby to their backs until she's old enough to not need to anymore. Although for the more dangerous ones, one of them stays behind.

But because they weren't married and had a kid in their teens, they were generally looked down upon. It got to the point where they just started saying they were married in order to avoid conflict with others. And after a while they actually forgot they weren't in fact married

'Huh, I forgot we're not actually married.' 'WAIT WE'RE NOT???'

Or

'We're married' 'Oh ok, can i see your marriage records?' '... oh right'

But some old lady or old guy either way starts criticizing Goldie for being a young mother and they just deck the shit outta them and run. Or Goldie fighting someone with baby tied to her back.

Maryanne grows up to be an ocean cartographer and leads sailing expeditions and that's all we have for her. Also she has super blue eyes lol

That's basically almost all of the things we have for this au lol

[himbowelsh]

You know how Liebgott would give some of the guys haircuts? You think he ever gave Luz a haircut? Because if so, I'm real jealous that he got to run his fingers through that fluffy, soft looking hair.

oh my god, he has such lovely hair  ---  just imagine getting to play with it!!  i also headcanon george as really loving it when someone touches his hair, too, so it’s hard not to envy lieb...

actually, i’m sorry, i had to write a thing

“I mean it, Lieb. I’m bein’ real generous here. This is a privilege no other barber this side of the Atlantic gets to have, and I’m trusting you not to mess it up  ---”

“Jesus fuck, Luz.” Liebgott pauses with the scissors just inches from Luz’s ear. He’s not being careless  ---  god knows he’s trained better than that, he’s a goddamn professional  ---  but scaring the living day out of him seems like the only way to shut George up. “My pop’s been a barber since he was twelve years old. I was watching him in his shop even younger than that. You don’t think I know my shit, go find someone else, but I’m not about to scalp you here.”

“Of course not!” Luz sounds too cheerful. “That’s ridiculous, come on  --- I trust you, Lieb, of course I do!” If Luz was really out here trusting him, he wouldn’t be bouncing his leg hard enough to make the entire chair shake. If anything’s going to make Joe cut in the wrong place, it’s his client’s damn nerves. “It’s just  ---  I don’t know if you realize what I’ve got going on here, but, like  ---” He gestures emphatically around his head. “There’s a lot going on up here, ya know?”

“Yeah, maybe on the outside.” From where he’s made himself comfortable in Joe’s waiting room  ---  a wooden bench set along the wall, with a few worn-out magazines sitting around for entertainment’s sake  ---  Perconte snickers. He’s got an ankle over his knee, and a magazine open in front of him. If Luz is a nervous as a live wire, Perconte’s a tranquil puddle that doesn’t realize it’s about to get electrocuted. “You gonna let the man cut your hair, George, or what? Maybe you don’t got any plans today, but there’s a weekend pass with my name on it, and I ain’t going out looking like a slob.”

“You, Perco? Never.”

“Fuck, Luz, if you don’t stop moving I’m going to take a chunk outta your head, and you’re not allowed to blame me for it. Hold  ---” Liebgott’s grip on his patient’s shoulder turns to iron when Luz immediately tries to duck out of the way. “Still.”

“Okay, nononononono, we can talk about this, Lieb ---”

“You’re the one who came in here.”

“And now you’re holding up the line,” Perconte emphasizes over the top of his magazine.

“Frank, we know you’re gonna like like a million bucks anyways, you don’t really need it  ---”

“I’ve gotta get my sideburns in order, and you’re just trying to butter me up so you got a sympathetic witness. Now, look, Sobel told you to trim that mess on your head, else you’re outta the airborne. So...” Perconte rolls up his magazine  ---  Liebgott resists the urge to shout at him  ---  and smacks Luz on the chest, knocking him back into the barber’s chair. “Either get cut or get going.”

Luz exhales through his nose  ---  an uncomfortable long, slightly-whistling sound, that ends with him slumping back in the chair, defeated. Jesus christ. Liebgott has had nervous customers before, but this takes the cake. He’s seen guys running out of bank robberies looking less spooked; the one time he drove his cab straight into a homeless fella and watched him bounce, he was objectively less freaked out than Luz is right now. To be fair, the homeless guy was fine after a few minutes; Luz probably will be too. He’s got that same scary resilience that would enable a guy to sleep shirtless in a snowbank in the middle of January, but apparently not to get his hair trimmed.

“Now, are you gonna hold still for me?” Liebgott asks, with a downright saintly level of patience.

Luz would look more excited settling in for a root canal. He makes a noise somewhere between a grunt and a whine. Liebgott takes it as a resounding ‘yes’.

“Alright. I’m just gonna cut the front, right here  ---”

Just as he’s taking hold of Luz’s bangs, the madman springs forward again, almost straight out of the chair. “It’s just that, back in West Warwick, ya know, we had a family barber, all us kids have been going there since we were in diapers, ya know, he’s a real gem, chatters off in Portuguese like a champ, he knows our hair  ---”

“And I don’t know how to cut hair? Shit!” Liebgott throws his hands up, resisting the impulse to fling the scissors across the tent. It just isn’t worth it. No use snapping his only good pair of scissors because George Luz has to play class clown.

“He’s the only guy I’ve ever gone to, Joe. He knows how I like it.”

“For fuck’s sake, Luz ---”

A few things happen all at the same time. Luz makes to jump out of the chair; Perconte leans forward, mouth already open to yell at him; and Joe plants a hand right in Luz’s mess of shaggy hair. Immediately, Luz drops back into the chair and goes limp.

For a second, Liebgott thinks he’s killed him.

“Uhh  ---  Luz?” He leans around to check on his client, the grip on Luz’s hair shifting ever so slightly. At least Luz isn’t dead  ---  it’s clear from his open eyes and mouth that he’s still got some life left in him somewhere. It’s just oddly...  calm, all of a sudden. There’s a spaced out look in Luz’s eyes, and instead of fighting, he’s now sitting like a doll in the chair, hands still in his lap.

Liebgott scratches his scalp experimentally. “You still with me, buddy?”

“Hmm? Yeah. Uhh...” Luz leans back in the seat like he’s making himself comfortable, sparing Liebgott a quick thumbs up. “Yeah, I’m here. Doin’ great.”

“You... sure about that?” By now, Liebgott has settled into a soothing rhythm along Luz’s scalp. Behind Luz’s back, he turns to Perconte, eyebrows raised   ---  are you seeing this too?  ---  only to be met with an incredulous head shake. When Liebgott runs his fingers through Luz’s dark locks, letting the strands slip like silk through his fingers, Luz sighs.

There’s no reason Luz’s hair should be as soft as it is. What the hell does he shampoo with, baby oil? Liebgott ruffles the front a bit, making it feather up roguishly. Something in him, some as-yet-unexplored instinct, twinges. As his pop liked to say, all the Liebgott’s have got barber’s blood; cutting hair’s in their veins. He shouldn’t be hesitating, even for a second, but giving Luz’s head the chop feels like a crime.

When his gaze flickers up again, Perconte is staring at him intently. You have to, he mouths, as though reading his mind. You have to do it.

Damn it, he does. It’s not even a question. Like hell is Liebgott going to let a buddy  ---  and his head of magnificent hair  ---  get kicked out of the airborne because he couldn’t do his damn job.

“Alright, George, hang on to your jumpwings,” Liebgott mutters. He selects a patch of hair, fluffs it up, and allows the grief to roll through him like a wave. “Here we go.”

When he makes the first snip, Luz doesn’t even flinch.

[limenysnocket]

In The Dirt. . . Pt. I

Summary: Welccome to the life of a groupie. Booze, sex, drugs and violence follows you wherever you go, and wherever you go is with the band you're following. The Wilderpeople. You expected to be tossed around the group, but one landed his official dominance over you and made you his and no one else's.

Warnings: Immediate smut, swearing, smoking

Request: A bunch of people, but to name one-- @honorarytenenbaum

A/N: I'm actually quite excited to write this one... Don't be alarmed. There is a LOT of fucking in this series. Enjoy.

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Your teeth clenched and you wiggled your hips, pushing his cock deeper into your soaked walls. He pushed against that one tender spot now. Your moans get louder.

"Told you, if you keep moving, it's only going to get worse~," Taika hummed and chuckled deeply, adjusting himself, then continuing to jot down whatever lyrics came to mind, just from the feeling of your tight pussy around him.

"Well, are you almost done? It's been almost an hour, Tai," you groan, burying your face into the crook of his neck.

"Mm... maybe. Got a few more lyrics," He hummed, resting his free hand on your ass, beneath the shirt he let you borrow with his band logo on the front.

"Taika, I need you to fuck me sooner or later~," you begged and moaned softly, adjusting despite what he says.

"I'm sorry. Who's Taika?" He said, tapping the end of his pen against the paper again, humming. You know exactly what he wants you to call him, and he's made you call him it since the first time he pinned you to a wall, got you on your back, spread your legs and pummeled you until your insides were sore.

"Excuse me," You said quietly, the sarcasm hissing on the tip of your tongue. "I meant, daddy~."

The sound of your sultry tone must have driven him haywire, because he quickly shot you a look, bit his lip and scribbled down lyrics so fast, his handwriting turned to chicken scratch real quick. He threw down his notepad and pen, over on his nightstand, then his hand shot to your hips.

"You're a real fucking piece of work, you know that?" He whispered, his eyes glancing down to look at his cock sheathed in your walls, just beneath the t-shirt.

"Well, if that's a bad thing, it's your fault for making me this way," You teased him without a second thought, but you should have kept quiet, because, before you knew it, he was harshly bouncing you up and down, fucking the life out of you.

The room filled with moans of his name, nickname or complete lust driven gibberish. The sound of skin on skin was obvious and it echoed along the walls, like it always did in any hotel room you stayed in with him.

He was in the middle of giving you a rough, deep hickey to replace the old ones, which were fading out and healing with a disgusting yellow tint, when the bedside phone started to yell at the two of you. You whined and Taika put a finger to his lips while he reached for the phone. "Keep going~. I'll make this quick~," He smirked, placing his now free hand on the back of your head and pushing your face into his shoulder to muffle the delicious moans escaping your mouth.

He picked up the phone, then clicked it on speaker, before returning his hands to your hips, just so he could make your hips go at a slower pace so the squeaks of the bed wouldn't blow your cover. The risk actually turned you on.

"What?" Taika huffed to the phone while staring into your eyes and moving you ever so slowly along his glistening cock.

"Sir, your manager is here to see you. He requests that you come to the lobby promptly and immediately," A snobby, male, hotel employee said through the phone. It almost made you want to snort in laughter. Yeah, good luck getting Taika to go anywhere when he's in the middle of a good fuck.

"How about no," Taika snorted back rudely and smirked, your body was trembling beneath his hands and it was driving him half crazy to not just flip you over and start going ham on your soaked cunt.

"Sir, I'm afraid that--," the employee started, but Taika interrupted them again, by grabbing the phone, saying a loud and almost cheery, "Aaaand we're done," then hanging up the phone.

You were still going at the slow pace he ordered you to go at, during the call, but, as it turns out, just that speed had ticked him off enough. You promptly found yourself on your belly, face pressed against the warm sheets and ass up in the air, like a stretching dog. A pair of hands gripped your asscheeks, then yanked you back to where a hot, hard dick filled you up to the brim. You moaned again, and that fueled the fire. Taika wasted no time on thrusting into you and pounding you until you were weak.

Things were just starting to get interesting, but his phone started to buzz on the nightstand. The screen lit up and partially illuminated the room with a white glow. Taika let out a snarl and reached over to pick it up, his pace unwavering.

"What now?" He nearly spat on his phone. His aggressiveness leaked into his thrusts and made you go wild. You would have been screaming for him, if you didn't have your face buried in the sheets.

"Tai food! There you are!" You heard the sound of Taika's upkept agent over the phone and you could almost feel Taika's cringe when he called him 'Tai food.' Taika hated that name with a burning, undying passion. The only person who he lets call him 'Tai' is you. "Look, man, I seriously need you to come down to the lobby right now. We have some serious business to discuss."

"What's wrong with you coming up here?" Taika grunted, continuing to thrust in and out of you like a madman.

"Do you know how much of a mad house it is with all of you in a room at once? I once caught one of you fucking a groupie on the dining table!" His manager complained over the phone, but it made you and Taika snicker through the pleasure.

"I said it to that dickhead worker and I'll say it to you," Taika hissed, his tongue swiping over his teeth once as his thrusts got deeper and slower for a brief moment for the benefit of your pleasure. "I'm not coming down to the lobby."

"Why not? You can't possibly be busy at this time of day!" His manager sighed.

"I'll have you know, that I'm balls deep in my favorite groupie right now and I'm about to make this. Little. Slut--" He paused between each word to give you a rough thrust that slammed the pleasure into your very core and made you scream his name, despite being on the phone, "--cum all over my cock. So, yeah, I am kinda busy actually. And I would like to be left the fuck alone. Buh-bye." Taika took no shit from the complaints he was getting and all the yelling. He simply hung up and tossed his phone down on the bed where it started to buzz consistently, his manager always being the one to call him.

"God, I love this pussy~. Such a tight little pussy~," Taika groaned into your ear almost breathlessly as he fucked away until your walls pulsed around him. He wasn't going to stop until he was satisfied. That's how it always worked, from the very first night. He was a hard man to satisfy, and that's why he always came back to you. He used to have more groupies, but when you came along, they slowly drifted away due to the lack of attention they received and you became his only one. Morning, noon and night, he got you whenever he wanted and took you everywhere. Whereas the other guys who were apart of the band had maybe a whole plethora of fans and about a dozen groupies in their midst, yet it was strange to see the main singer and guitarist, who had thousands of fans across the world, would only have one as his only. There must be something about you, but you just couldn't see it. Not yet, anyway.

He slapped your ass quite a few times and elicited moans from you're precious little mouth, where he had dumped his load so many times and down the throat where it disappeared. "Such a good girl for daddy, aren't you~?" He groaned and another slap marked its place on your ass. "You know, good girls cum for daddy... right now~."

Drool dripped from the corners of your mouth and your eyes rolled back. His delicious six inch continued to press against every sensitive area in you that existed and drove you crazy, to the point where you burst on him. You watched his eyes slide all the way down where his cock was sliding in and out of your hole. Your thighs glistened in the light of the cellphone and your body untensed and quivered. Eventually, you felt his seed paint your walls and start dripping across your folds. His grip on your hips loosened and the two of you were too busy basking in the euphoria of it all to really notice that the phone had stopped buzzing.

Another smack to your ass broke you out of your post-coitus state and you lurched up a little to look back at the man who just made love to you. "Hope that pussy isn't too sore. Might have to go for another ride tonight~," Taika chuckled, this time giving your bum a softer pat, then he plopped down on the bed, right next to you. He never was much of a cuddler after sex, probably because he must have learned early on to never get attached to a groupie.

Funny, because you were already so attached to him, you wouldn't be able to lose him, but, in his perspective, he could easily flick you away like a pesky Junebug and not even have to think twice about it. You didn't like thinking about this much due to the fact that it left a big, fat dent in your heart, when you did. It always ruined the mood for you, so now, you just stuck with whatever came to mind, besides that subject.

You heard the flicker of a lighter and your drowsy eyes looked up to see Taika working on a freshly lit cigarette. Your bum dropped slowly from the air, until you were just laying on your stomach, hugging the pillow as if it were him in your arms just then, and staring up at him, dreamily. The exhaustion was settling in. This was the second fuck of the day, and it was only 2 PM. You couldn't help but wonder if Taika had any more plans for you tonight, or if you were going to spend the night in his room again, or sleep out in the living room in the groupie pileup. Luckily, Taika hasn't made you do that for months and you've had the luxury of sharing a room with him since then, since he claimed that the other groupies were too dirty for his tastes and preferred you stay away from them, as well as the other bandmembers most of the time.

You briefly stirred and grumbled softly as someone knocked on the door. You nuzzled in under the covers and Taika groaned loudly, grabbing a pair of sweatpants off the floor and sliding them on, not caring that he was going commando. His hair was flying, looking like he had blowdried it and never bothered to comb it. It actually didn't look all too bad on him, but then again, there's hardly anything that looks bad on him.

You closed your eyes again as he opened the door and just listened to the conversation.

"Taika! My main man! Pad Tai--" Oh God, it's him.

"Don't call me Pad Tai or Tai food ever again. New ground rules are set and I want that in my contract, otherwise I'm dumping you," Taika put bluntly, leaning against the door to block you away from his manager's prying eyes.

His manager laughed for awhile, thinking it was a joke until he saw Taika's serious expression. You heard him clear his throat and continue on. "I think I got you a little side gig this week, for you and the boys," his manager went on, "you might like it. I heard it's a great place to pick up chicks."

Taika seemed disinterested and you could tell, just by the silence he expressed oh so well. "Fine," Taika breathed and took a drag from his cigarette. "Where's it at?"

"It's just on the other side of town! Real prestigious joint, I gotta tell ya! You and the boys'll have so much fun, and, hey! Maybe you'll expand you're groupie collection, huh?" You could hear the schmucky grin on his face and you knew he was leaning to try and peak at you, but you also knew Taika was constantly getting in the way.

"I'll think about it," Taika huffed, then slammed the door before the screw could say anything else. You turned over on your back and sat up on your elbows to see him running his hand through his curls and smoking the crap out of his cigarette. Once he saw you looking at him, he seemed to perk up and he walked himself right on over to you. He sat down on your side of the bed, just on the edge and caressed your cheek with the hand that wasn't cradling the cigarette between his fingers.

"Think you'll be able to attend the afterparty with me, babe?" He hummed, using the slang term 'afterparty' that just meant drinking with him on the balcony. You grinned and nodded as he took another drag. He grinned too, then leaned in. He parted his lips and soft smile wafted out like fog over a lake, and as he drew closer, it slipped into your mouth.

You had grown addicted to this, suckling on his nicotine flavored lip and you didn't think this was an addiction worth giving up. You didn't even know if this addiction was good or bad either.

[foxofsunholt]

I need to start by saying every time I think I can't love this game more, Camille suddenly attacks! Or Addie does something cute and I'm like, well need to raise the bar again, is anyone headed to Venus anytime soon? I also wanted to point out that spirit son is missing a hobby, jenja-blocking the Mc!Also I wanted to ask (I hope this hasn't been asked) how would the RO's react to the Mc coming to the rescue and saving them from something dangerous/getting hurt doing so? Much love and good vibes

I really love the Jenga has become a thing now lol

It hasn’t been asked! I’ve put my answers under the cut because they got kinda long haha-- hope everyone likes

Adelaide

Adelaide hates being rescued, she can’t stand the idea of being made to feel like she needs help. And princesses needing to be saved? A cliche Addy could do without. So she’s there, steaming, until the MC barrels in. She forgets about her gripe with recusing and is just so happy to see the MC. She knows deep in her heart that the MC would never once make her feel inferior, so she doesn’t feel like a damsel in distress but like an equal....who just so happened to need some help.

And then the MC gets hurt, saving her no less. She’s out for blood right at whoever/whatever hurt the MC but then she’s getting the MC out of there as quick as she can and tending to their wounds as she goes. She’s apologizing the entire time; “I’m so sorry you got hurt”, “this is my fault I shouldn’t have..”, “I’m so sorry”. 

She’s by the MC’s bed, she sleeps on the floor and forgets to eat.

She doesn’t let the MC out of her sight for a couple of days, clinging to them out of worry. She needs a bit of convincing to realize that the MC is okay...but once she gets it, she’s the happiest she’s ever been.

Mars

Mars is pretty embarrassed he got himself into any sort of situation in the first place...but as a knight, he’s accepted the idea that he might just be expendable. He doesn’t hope for anyone to help him, and for the first time in his life since childhood, he prays. He prays that his friends will be okay, that the MC will be happy and that they will somehow know the breadth of his care for them. He thinks he dreams the MC coming for him, and he goes along with it. Maybe it’s what you see before you die...he doesn’t know. In his mind, the MC is an angel coming to take him and he’s okay with that...

Until the MC gets hurt, and Mars snaps out of his daze. He might be injured himself, but fueled by pure adreneline he carries the MC to safety, not stopping for a single second. He shields the MC will his body, and won’t listen to a single word anyone says until he knows for certain that the MC is okay.

He was just about ready to die, but at the same time he learns that he can’t go. He needs to be able to make sure the MC is okay, is happy. 

He leans to live for them....and plans the most eleborate vacation for them as both a thank-you and a please-don’t-get-hurt-again.

Camille

Camille would rather be left to die than have to face that she couldn’t do something by herself. As she’s being rescued, she’s complaining. She’s arguing. She’s letting the MC know that she could have done this herself. Deep inside though, she knows that’s not true. There’s a part of her that has to reconcile that she wasn’t good enough. And what does that mean for her and the MC? That she’s just not good enough? She’d rather be left to die than for the MC to ever realize that they could be doing much better than her...even if that might eventualy happen, for now, she just wants to be a little selfish.

When the MC gets hurt she forgets all about her insecurity. She makes sure the MC is safe before she burns whoever did this to the ground and then burns their ghosts ten times over. When she gets back to the MC, she is exhasted, but not enough to cast as many healing spells as she knows before she eventually faints.

The path to recovery is hard for them both, but Camille is there for every step. 

Every fight following, she takes special care to watch over the MC (more care than she was giving before...which admitaedly was still probably a lot of care). She learns how to cast shields, how to make protective charms. She spends days learning how to protect and help instead of scream and burn.

When they’re both better though, she makes sure to tell the MC what an idiot they are.

Sid

Is no stranger to nearly dying, or even having to be pulled out from sticky situations. And somehow, even when he’s in danger, he always gets himself into more trouble. The journey to help Sid is needlessly complicated, but when the MC does save him there’s a big smile and a hug waiting for them. He believes wholeheartedly in the MC and their ability. If the MC wanted to move mountains, he believes that they could...and he’d be right there to help.

But when the MC gets hurt he’s a little unsure what to do. He’s no stranger to seeing people get hurt...and maybe that’s the issue. He thinks of the worse-case scenario and is flooded with fear. He does everything in his power to get the MC to safety, to help them in every way he can.

He isn’t there when the MC wakes up...or the day after...or the day after that.

But one day he stumbles in, bloody and bruised but grinning like a madman. “I got ‘em,” he says, and he lets the MC know that he made sure the people/thing that hurt the MC won’t be bothering them again...which probably earns him a stern yelling. But he smiles and he picks up the MC and swings them around despite the pain in his back. 

He buys them flowers as an appology and cooks them the greatest feast they’ve ever had as a thank you. He makes up for lost days by being there in anyway the MC wants/needs.

Faith

She’d probably get herself into dire situations just for the hell of it, or to fawn over the MC as they come get her out of whatever pickle she’s got herself into this week. Faith is thankful, of course, and there’s a part of her that knows that one day the MC just won’t come. She might sound like she’s joking when she calls the MC her hero, flirting rediculosly with them, but she is very serious. No matter her injury, her situation, she plays it off like a joke. 

But she’d never do that if the MC were hurt. She’s the one first by their side, wishing that they hadn’t come to help her. She’s quiet as she tends to the MC, no jokes or suggestive remarks. She simply mumbles “why” every so often. Why did the MC come for her? Why does she care so much? Why did they have to get hurt? Why did it have to be them?

She hovers awkwardly as the MC heals, refusing any invitation to stop standing by the door like a maniac. She’s gentle with the MC, fueld by confusion and concern. She’s not sure what this means, she’s never cared so much about someone getting hurt. 

But she is willing to find out, and maybe she can start with letting the MC know just how genuinly thankful she is.

Yoon

Yoon would never really need to be saved. If he gets kidnapped by bandits, he somehow becomes their leader. A dragon hunts him down? Suddenly it’s his best friend. There’s never a situation he can’t talk himself out of, and he’s cocky for it. If the MC comes save him, he doesn’t think he needs it. He jokes about how the MC “ruinied his fun” or how he was “just getting to know the prision guard”.

The MC gets hurt, for his sake, and that’s not something he could ever talk himself out of. He panics, and delegates a small army to getting the MC to safety and tending to their wounds. He gets the MC into the best clinic, with the best bed with needlessly fancy slik-sheets. There are trinkets scattered all around of Yoon being unsure what the MC might need...a mirror, a deck of cards, a puppy....

For the first time, the MC sees a side of Yoon that isn’t confident. He visits every day with flowers and poetry he’s written. He says he’s sorry for getting them into this mess in the first place, that next time the MC should just leave him and run.

When the MC tells him they’d never just leave him behind...Yoon learns what love means, and that’s something that talking just might be good for. 

Of course, there are other ways he can use his tongue, if the MC wants. And Yoon is pretty good with his tongue...for...speaking purposes...of course...