#anyway yay for us god bless

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Another day another slay (harringrove winning a ship poll that got people very angry) 💅🏻

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maybe bsol is that time jen tepper mentions when she was so upset about a review of a show of joe's that she broke a glass (&/or threw it out a window)

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vii. dreamin'

a/n: getting ekko high for the first time <333

i usually always see this fic the other way around but i js wanted to reverse it 🙌🏾 next few fics will prob be fluff to make up for my freakiness my fault yall

*typos do not exist to me anymore choosing peace ☮️🌿🌎 stay blessed hakuna matata

warnings/tags: black!fem!reader (again, just using aave but i usually have a black reader in mind 🤷🏾‍♀️), no physical description of reader, no use of y/n, slightly sub!ekko if you squint, modern!ekko, marijuana use, if the terms r wrong that's cuz i dont smoke im just a freak, shotgun kisses, contact high, hot boxing in the back of your car, grinding, riding, passionate asf, fluff and smut, ekko's in love with you real bad, ...breeding, this one's just nasty sorry guys 😕, also maybe a little ooc

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ekko gets high on the way you look when you smoke.

a blunt—a neatly packed backwood—between your glossy lips. watching the flame from your lighter dance around illuminate your features with a golden light. the frayed end catches, glowing briefly before dissipating as you take the first pull, the cloud of smoke swirling around you, it was a sight for sore eyes.

ekko always watches in silence, the thick vapor settling in his lungs. he's definitely gotten contact high before, feeling the edges of his muscles relax ever so slightly a few minutes after you spark up.

this time was no different, of course.

he’d planned the night with excitement, he always did after realizing he wasn’t taking you out as often as he’d like. monthly dates; something to make up for it. he had no doubt this one was the date of all dates.

this time, he hit you with the, “i know a spot,” but insisted it had to be your car. no question. you didn’t mind—not like you were driving, anyway.

the place he drove you to could only be described as breathtaking. you were parked perched on a cliff overlooking a lake, moonlight glittering off of the water. waterfalls cascaded in the distance, crashing down on the water in a gentle purr. twinkling fairy lights hung from the trees, casting a soft glow around the area. you gasped in fascination, the cutest, "there's more!" replacing your expression with a smile.

he clicked a button on the car fob, the trunk clicking open. your eyes widen upon finding a picnic was laid out in perfect simplicity.

"how'd you hide this from me?" you marvel, crawling into the trunk. ekko snickers.

"you don't carry anything to your trunk."

"is this why you needed my car?"

"yeah, your trunk's actually able to be sat in."

you pout in adoration. "you're so cute," you thank him with a peck to his cheek.

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nearing the end of the night, the two of you migrated to the backseat, r&b nearly whispering in the background. in your search for a phone charger, you found a half-smoked blunt on the ash tray in your car.

"look at god," you grinned, settling back down and tugging a cheetah-print lighter out of your pocket, igniting the burnt end. closed windows jail the smoke inside the car walls, so when you exhaled the smoke it immediately flooded his nostrils. he coughed, a light chuckle overlapping his sputters.

"sorry," you whispered half-heartedly, resting your wrist against your knee. you catch his gaze, the arch of your brow raising. "you want a hit?"

"what?" he croaked after a beat. your arm straightens to offer the blunt to him. "...nah, i don't even know how."

"you forreal?" you snicker. "...want me to teach you?" consideration; then hesitation. his lips twist. "you don't have to if you don't want to."

eventually, his shoulders raise and fall and he murmurs 'i'll try,' your body already excitedly scooting closer to him the moment he shrugged.

"yay! okay, so all you wanna do is jus'...relax 'n inhale. don't suck, inhale. slow and steady."

he nods, half-lidded eyes following your hand as you brought the blunt to his plump lips. you wished you could get that image permanently tattoo'd on your lids. ekko takes a moment to register your instructions and inhales, yet he bails last second, tearing it from his mouth and coughing into his elbow. you can see smoke exiting his nostrils in tendrils with each cough, though.

"you almost got it!" you laugh, proud.

"yeah but—" he gets interrupted by his cough, his brows furrowing. "the taste—"

"you can taste it?" you question, intrigued.

"i think?"

hearing the giggle that filled the walls of the car while you took the blunt back from him made embarrassing himself a little more worth it.

"you looked good as fuck though," you praise.

"did i really?"

"yeah, but when do you not?"

a cool chuckle leaves his lips. "you right."

silence falls between you for a moment before a lightbulb flickers alive in your head.

"got an idea," you announce, shifting your weight closer toward him again. you bring the blunt back to your lips, taking a long pull that almost makes you pass out. your free thumb presses into his lip, prying his lips ajar.

leaning into his space, you blew the smoke into his mouth. he completed the kiss, eyes fluttering closed. searching hands immediately found purchase on your waist to pull your weight into his lap. you grind down into him, coaxing a moan out of him that has immediately has you soaked, pushing down into him again and again.

blood immediately starts rushing down and up at the same time. his dick pokes at your thigh and you laugh, surprised at how quick you got him worked up.

his hands creep up your wielding wrist, tugging the backwood toward his lips.

"tryin' again?" your head tilts, hips not halting their slow winding movements. ekko nods, peeking down at your hand as he draws air in. withdrawing, his head leans back and smoke fogs around the two of you.

"you did it baby, good. fast learner."

the slow drawl of your voice seeped into his ears and directly into his bloodstream.

he started to understand why you smoked so often. the euphoric high was rushing to his head and making his breath hitch, yet he wasn't sure if it was from you or the weed. his hips push up to meet yours.

"i need you so bad," he gasps huskily, pawing at your top.

"shiiiit, that's all you had to say."

you tug your shirt off, shifting awkwardly as you remove your pants before settling back into his lap. he pulls off his shirt at the same time, both of your clothes discarded carelessly into the front seat. you lean down to avoid straining your neck against the roof, but the kiss lingers so long that it didn't seem to matter.

you shift in his lap, gliding closer towards his knees. your hands dance down from his shoulder, fingertips gliding along scar-riddled skin. the trail of white hair tracking down from his naval to the hem of his pants was tantalizing, a sight you don't think you'll ever grow sick of. you absentmindedly stick your hand in his boxers and tug his length out, closing your fist around the tip. his abs quiver when you stroke along it.

you both hold your breath as you lift your hips, a featherlight grasp on the base of the head guiding him towards your core. his weeping tip presses against your clit before sliding towards your entrance. eventually you're sinking down, slow, torturous. two relieved exhales spew out, a silent 'finally' from the both of you.

"y'feel so good, firefly." he murmurs, brows tightly knitted together as you relax on your knees. his hands cup the sides of your ass, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

you lean onto his shoulder, rising slow and falling hard.

"shit," you mewl, grinding your hips into him. his hands fly to your hips, his own unintentionally jerking up to meet yours halfway.

you take another hit of the blunt, transporting the smoke to ekko's mouth as you kiss him. the car rocks with your desperate movements, windows fogging.

when you pull away, his glassy eyes dart down to watch where you two connect. you grab his chin and make him face you.

"you're like a fuckin' angel," you punctuate your words with a shaky hand gliding up the back of his buzzed head, white locks tangling in between your digits. "wish i could stay like this forever."

he smiles, though you barely see it when your eyes screw shut. the tip of his dick hits a spot that sends a burst up your spine and you straighten up, your crown thunking against the car roof.

you hear an amused laugh and you scowl. his hand immediately presses against the back of your neck and pulls you down. your sweaty foreheads bump together, eye contact struggling to become a possibility when yours keep rolling back.

for a moment, time slows down. your fingers fumble, dropping your blunt on the rubber mat lining your car floor. your hand meets his chest and you bounce on him, hungered and impatient. whines and groans bounce off the windows, your unoccupied hand patting around to find ekko's hand. clammy fingers intertwine; you squeeze, tight.

"gonna cum, fuck—love you so fuckin' much," you whisper, warm breath tickling his nose. he flashes you a smile and a groan takes it's place. the hand that once graced the back of your neck moved and his arm wraps around your waist, chests pressing against each other.

"i love you too," he whispers back, pressing his lips your collarbone. that phrase was all you needed, your eyes squeezing shut, your tongue stuttering his name and chanting it like a prayer. your hips falter as you reach your climax.

after catching your breath, you push ekko's arm off of you and brace yourself on his shoulders. rise, fall, rise, fall; you find your pacing again to bring him to completion. your foreheads don't separate for a moment, except for when you kiss.

"i'm...fuck—" he can barely get his words out, his muscles a wobbly jello beneath his skin. "close, baby. i'm so close."

it's a warning, but you don't get off of him. you just ride him faster and his groans lace into whines, a trembling hand weakly tapping your thigh.

"fuck, baby i said—"

your walls tightly squeeze around him and you do nothing but stare at him. "i heard you."

he swears he felt his soul exit and reenter his body in those few moments.

his head tosses back against the headrest, struggling to keep his desperate moans contained as he releases inside you, warmth flooding your insides.

when he comes down from his (orgasmic) high, you still don't get off, feeling him slowly grow soft inside of you. your head weakly falls onto his shoulder.

"...i'm tired," he comments.

"i'm hungry," you emphasize, twisting a loc between your fingers. he chuckles; you just ate. you're not joking.

after a moment of silence, which you presume is from him thinking, you hear him speak up. "you ARE on birth control, right?"

"...no," you admit.

he sucks air through his teeth. "damn."

"bad damn or 'oh well' damn?"

"'oh well' damn.'"

a beat. "...random, but you know when i first met you, i thought you were a stud lesbian?"

"yeah get off me."

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;-; i just wanted to say ty for all your posts in the fof tag. now i'm thinking about ying lei and his yeye ying zhao... and now there is no one left to guard the mountain, but ying lei died in the same way as ying zhao, saving people he cares about

Don’t mention it! I blorb too much about things I really like it embarrasses me at times. I’m just glad you like my takes!! Anyway:

😭😭😭😭 this drama exists to hurt us,, I think more than dying for people he cares about (because nearly everyone who died did that), Ying Lei's characterisation and death provides a unique but tragic pov within the main cast

Ying Lei my poor Ying Lei. We don’t really talk too much about him don’t we. So let’s just talk all about him. CHARACTER ANALYSIS TIME YAY

Ying Lei is unadulterated sunshine and has a good heart. Morally, he is on the same page as the rest of the team. Yet, it absolutely breaks my heart that his fate is to be an outsider within the thematic concern of choice in FoF and resultingly, in the narrative.

His place in the overarching thematic concerns of FoF is unclear when we first meet him - he is simply a wandering half mountain god half demon with a bright disposition. But as with many characters in FoF, their appearances aren't just for naught. Ying Lei's representative theme - the freedom of choice and the ability to choose one's identity - finally shows itself in one of the most beautifully written (am biased) episodes of the series, Episode 17, which is all about choice.

In this episode, Ying Lei vents his displeasure of the Wilderness towards grandpa Ying Zhao

"I hate this place. I hate the Wilderness. It's so bleak and desolate. (…) If I have to stay here forever, I'd rather die. (…) I like the mortal world. I like everything that is vibrant and lively."

To which grandpa Ying Zhao gives him his blessing to head to the Mortal Realm,

"…as your grandfather, I respect your decision. You can be a Mountain God or an ordinary person."

His next sentence cements the plight of many demons (and humans) we encounter in the story,

"For many demons in the Wilderness, their lifelong dream is just three simple words… Have a choice."

These three words all the more juxtaposes Ying Lei's freedom to choose his identity, against every other character who faces this fate of not having a choice.

The Lie Demon, unable to say her true feelings until her moment of death, and Fei, who shares similar sentiments as Ying Lei about the mortal world,

"I'm a beast of calamity, I don't deserve to live in the mortal world. But I really like the bright lights, the liveliness and happiness, and the prosperity here." (Ep 13)

And Zhao Yuanzhou, where even in the same Episode 17, echoes Ying Lei's words,

"If this world gave me life to be manipulated by malicious energy, then I'd rather die."

Same words, but a different way out. Or there isn't one at all.

Ying Lei is the only one whose fate hasn't been carved out in stone for him. Even after Ying Zhao's death, he is still able to leave Kunlun Mountain and rejoin the team because he has the support of other Mountain Gods watching over the temple. He is by no means a pampered and spoiled person but he swims in a wealth of freedom. His bubbly, charming and affectionate personality is a physical manifestation of his unburdened self, unbeholden to any ending, except for the one that he wants.

And yet, he chooses a life with the group of people who never have had the option to choose what and who they want to be. Wen Xiao, the Baize Goddess; Zhao Yuanzhao, the vessel of malicious energy; Bai Jiu, determined to bring his mother back; Pei Sijing, the forced breadwinner of her family's martial heritage. To show his determination to be with this group, he never again dons the mature get-up (full sleeved robes and long hair) - his representation of maturing and accepting his responsibility as a Mountain God - after returning back to the Mortal Realm. Rather, he dons the get-up he first roamed the Mortal Realm with (or similar), metaphorically putting aside all that celestial burden in exchange for the friends that he desires. Just who in the group can as easily shed their very roots and history? His precious freedom to choose ironically makes him the outsider in a group whose only wishes are to be able to choose.

He gets along with the team, but no matter how many times he ties the knot of fate around them, these people were never his fate to begin with. Fate found the rest of them and demanded they be bound. Ying Lei wrestles that rope of fate, trying to get in, albeit with rejection. The narrative demonstrates this:

The team was initially formed without him, and he joined later them of his own accord - his own choice - while the others literally were forced to sign a death contract to be together. In the later episodes, his affection for Bai Jiu is often overshadowed by Bai Jiu's respect for Zhuo Yichen. He also continually tries to get both Bai Jiu and Zhuo Yichen's approval - head pats, anyone? Zhao Yuanzhou doesn't trust him to look after the dragon scale. In their conversation with Bing Yi, their team count is five, instead of six. His closest companions within the team are each other's confidants.

Even at his very end, the narrative still denies him a fate with them. He dies for Bai Jiu who is the only person he loves wholly, and fades away before Bai Jiu wakes from his coma. Neither gets to say goodbye. Bai Jiu who genuinely mourns his death, dies for Yichen. In a story where the cyclical nature of fate runs deep, there is no thread of fate that leads back to him. There is no resolution or reciprocation for Ying Lei's soul and sacrifice. Every thread is cut and never retied, no matter how he tries. Siheng has Sijing left to remember him. Yichen keeps Baijiu close to his heart. Wen Xiao and Yichen wait for Zhao Yuanzhou to return. But no one truly reminisces Ying Lei. The only people to do that are dead.

Ying Lei's tragedy lies in his freedom to choose. In a world where most fate is predetermined and choice is a scarcity, his death is all the more painful as every act is a conscious choice toward an unknown end. He carries a burden after all - the burden of writing his own story. And he braved each step with that brilliant smile of his.

我爱这个世界更多 又如何 So what if I love this world even more? 越平凡越长久 The more ordinary it is, the longer it lasts 月亮跟着我点头 The moon nods along with me 简简单单入梦的人最温柔 Those who step into dreams simply are the gentlest 分不清眼泪和酒 真让人挠头 This inability to distinguish between tears and wine, really makes one scratch their head 月亮和小狗默默跟我走 The moon and a puppy walk with me in silence 岁月从不停留 Time never stops once 少年也不回头 This youth also never turns back 他把故乡和爱留在身后 He leaves behind both his hometown and love

- 英雄不磊落 (Heroes Are Not Upright) | Ying Lei's Theme

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Use Me as Your Alter

Priest!Tatsumi x GN!reader

Warnings: blasphemy kink, small corruption kink, rough oral sex (male receiving), choking on cock, biting, very small blood mention

Authors note: holy shit I'm finished with my finals so I can finally get back on that grind!! That's crazy. Anyways I forgot where I got the idea for this and I'm hella tired and actually zoned out while writing this but yk what, I'm too lazy to go and fix it, yay! So it's just gonna be stuck how it is

Word count: 3k

18+ under the cut

"Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It has been four days since my last confession." The reply was immediate, "Yes my child, confess your sins and may the lord help you find peace." It had been difficult to do this. Finding time outside of idol activities and side jobs was basically impossible. But the opportunity arose when a fan meet was canceled at the last minute, so with the free time you finally decided to make the trip to the church. Except the man you'd come here to confess immoral desires about was the priest.

It was common knowledge that Tatsumi Kazehaya was a priest. Except you hadn't known this particular church was his or else you wouldn't have come. Not to mention his unit, Alkaloid, was quite popular so he should have mountains of work. Yet, here he was, standing silently before you in his pure white robes kindly gazing down at you. Struggling to form the words of your confession since the man before you was both the listener and recipient of your loving feelings.

The hard wood of the floor begins to cause an uncomfortable dull pain in your knees from the bow you were in. It was quite an unusual position to be in, yet Tatsumi, for some unknown reason, had requested this. Instead of the normal confessional most use he had wanted you to bow before him when you confessed, claiming the connection with god was stronger. With slight reluctance you agreed not wanting to hurt him.

Now it was awkward. Tatsumi, standing right in front of you, only his waist and below in your vision causing you to keep your head down on the floor. You could feel the sweat forming on your brow the more you bowed there. At first when you realized Tatsumi was the priest you figured you could hurry and get it over with. The unplanned for a new position makes you rethink that decision but you couldn't just get up and leave. Not only would your pride be damaged but Tatsumi's view of you may warp into something horrible.

Staying silent isn't doing anything to help your situation. The longer you withheld the more Tatsumi would think you were confessing something gravely immoral. "I confess to having lustful desires about a man." Speaking it quickly, too quickly you hoped he wouldn't fully understand what you spoke. You didn't dare test a glance up at Tatsumi's face. Afraid it would show an expression of revulsion at your words. Focusing on the dark wood of the floor beneath you, focusing on the pain in your knees while you listen for his response. Tatsumi was taking longer than you wanted, perhaps thinking over what you confessed or repaying in kind from when you were silent.

Instead of a response Tatsumi steps closer to you, light brown leather shoes coming into your vision. You could feel your body starting to subconsciously shake, hands gripping into the hard floor. He was close enough that if you lifted your head even an inch your face would be right in front of his thighs. "Forgive me. This question may seem out of place but could you indulge me? I would like to inquire more about these... desires."

You had expected a reprimand, not questions about explaining further. From your inadequate knowledge about church you thought priests weren't allowed to question confessions further, but maybe you were wrong. It had caught you off guard anyhow, whether it was allowed or not. Tatsumi must be asking since he wants to learn just how depraved you are. Once you explain further you'd have absolutely no chance to form a relationship with him.

Gripping into the wood under you, feeling your nails almost break from the pressure as you question him. "I'm sorry, but do I need to? It's kinda awkward to get into my desires in a place as holy as this." Instead of responding a pale hand slides under your chin. There's no time to process it as Tatsumi forces your chin up, concerned eyes boring into yours. Your immediate response is an attempt to jerk away however you quickly stop, you didn't particularly mind his touch.

"I would prefer it if you told me, getting it out will help soothe your mind. Saying it out loud also puts it out before god too, yes? Confessing everything will help your soul feel more at ease. If you're worried I will find you disgusting I won't, this is something between you and god, I am merely a listener." His words made sense of course. Tatsumi wasn't someone who would go against the rules set out for a priest, right?

It wouldn't hurt to tell your thoughts, no matter how depraved they are he has promised no judgment. The way his purple eyes held no disgust or hate in them certainly helped his claims. You didn't need to confess these thoughts were about him either. The way his thumb was ever so slowly starting to move to the corner of your lips and caress was soothing too. Your shaking had stopped too, the feeling of finally being able to fully relax was overwhelming now that you realized it. Tatsumi was like a soothing balm, something you didn't know you needed.

"Yes Father, I'll confess these damnable thoughts. I dream of touching this man where I shouldn't. I want to become one with this man, I wish to find pleasure from him and for him to find pleasure from me." Your voice echoed throughout the vast space, too holy for these wicked thoughts to be cast aloud in. The nervousness which had consumed you earlier had all but disappeared under Tatsumi's gaze, if you didn't know better you would say it had turned loving. Something akin to a shepherd finding his lost sheep after searching for a long while.

His hand had moved from your chin to your cheek, stroking it gently. You hadn't realized but your other cheek was pressed against his thigh, the silky white robes the only layer preventing you from direct contact with his skin. You wished to feel his skin, to kiss and mark it, claim him as yours but he would never allow that. His eyes had never left yours throughout the whole confession, never changing to anything resembling disgust either.

In an attempt to get closer to him your hands moved from the floor to his leg, grabbing onto it. Taking care to make sure you weren't gripping too hard, you vaguely remember passing comments about how he had sustained an injured leg which never fully healed and you didn't know if the one in your hold was it.

"That was a beautiful confession dear child. Everything was laid out perfectly, nothing was hidden except one crucial detail. Who is this man you speak of? Neither god or myself can help you unless you tell who he is. I will not judge you, I am not in a position to give out judgment, only god can. " A trickle of dread was creeping up on you. Why must Tatsumi know? Shouldn't god already know if he is as all powerful as it is claimed. But, Tatsumi had asked you, he has kept up his promise of no judgment so far and he was so compassionate and caring to you. He wouldn't berate you if you confessed it was him, surely not.

You would tell him, you had not originally planned to when you had come here today but the way he looked at you, the way he was caressing your cheek. You wanted too. Your eyes slide shut for this, not wanting to watch the moment they turned into hate from what you were about to confess.

"Father Tatsumi, the man I've been having these desires about is you. I've had them since I first saw you, we never speak to each other but you're so kind and stunning. You've pulled me down into sin for someone so holy. I know you must hate me after this, and I apologize. But you asked and so I shall answer." He doesn't say anything, nor does his hand stop its gentle caresses on your cheek.

A moment longer and you can't handle his silence, opening your eyes just to be greeted by that smile, that innocent and pure smile. "I'm glad you were truthful. You will surely find favor in the sight of god, not many could outright admit such a thing as this like you. But you must know you are a wretched being, a creature of sin for thinking of something so dishonorable about a man of god." His words stung, like a harsh slap to the face. You knew he was right though, it was wrong to have these thoughts of someone in his position. Yet he was still being so kind to you.

"I know you will want to redeem yourself. Repentance is normally the advice I give to the lost, but you are a special case. I quite like you too, so, to redeem yourself, worship me like your god. Let my holy body redeem you, treat me as an altar to forgive your sins." His words confused you. You didn't entirely get what he meant, not until the soothing hand on your cheek leaves and he goes to shed his pure robes.

Neither of you say anything, you are too shocked to speak. Tatsumi was bareing himself for you, taking off his priestly robes for a sinner in a place of worship. The more of his body that was revealed the more found him gorgeous. He was anything but perfect now that you saw his body but it made him more human in your eyes. The small moles and blemishes which dotted his body, making an invisible star system but just as beautiful. His small pink nipples, just waiting to be sucked and bit on but that wasn't what he wanted. His toned chest from the days he spent working out, slowly rising and falling with each breath he took. Pale stomach twitching when your gaze ran across it.

More of him was revealed as his robes fell into a white crumple at his feet, with his robes off he looked just like a normal human, not any more special than you were. From the robes surrounding his ankles your gaze travels up, stopping at his knees as you see the faint scar on his left knee. It didn't make him look any less appealing than before, if anything it just proved he too, was not perfect. From there you get to his thighs, the skin just as pale and alluring as you imagined. Perhaps he would let you fulfill your sinful desires and mark the skin there.

What really catches your attention is his pale cock, he's already hard, tip a deep red, painful looking as if he had been hard awhile. A large vein ran down the length of it, smaller ones dotting along. He twitches under your gaze and you move up towards the small patch of mint colored hair which sat just above. However Tatsumi sets a hand in your hair, making you turn your gaze back up to his face. Mint colored hair looked more messy than before, framing his face. He had a faint pink dusting on his cheeks now which seemed to be darkening by the second. "Use me as a way to repent. I wish for you too, and I know you want me in this way as well. If you choose to, however, you must take everything I give you as that is the only way you will be purified."

His confirmation was all you needed before your mouth connected with his thigh. You didn't want to start directly where you wanted, teasing him a little. Eyes closed as one of your hands slides up until it's directly beside his cock, but not touching, rubbing at the sensitive skin on his inner thigh. You could hear him let out a shaky gasp above you at the action. You knew it wasn't fair to tease him after what he was letting you do but you'd leave one mark on him and move to where he wanted most.

Biting into the pale skin, tasting a bit of blood. You hadn't meant to break skin but it just aroused you more and with how the grip in your hair tightened Tatsumi seemed to enjoy it too. Licking over the mark, opening your eyes to watch how the skin quickly bruised over. You hoped he would see this later and remember where it came from, maybe even touching himself to the thought, god you hoped he did. Leaving one last kiss on the sore mark before trailing your tongue up his thigh to meet your hand, quickly switching to where you wanted to most.

You didn't immediately take him in your mouth, choosing instead to still be a tease. He was dripping precum now, most likely due to the bite you had left. Sticking out your tongue to lick it up, hearing a suppressed whimper from above. The taste wasn't horrible, actually quite good. A sort of sweet, just a tad bit salty, more on the watery side. He tasted just as delicious as he looked. Giving more kitten licks to the head, wanting to pull more sounds from the holy man.

When you decided the small licks were enough you pressed a gentle kiss to the slit before dragging a long lick down the side of his cock, along the large vein. He must be quite sensitive there because suddenly a loud whimper echoed out, the hand in your hair yanking. You relished in the sting while you continued your ministrations, far from over. Licking around the entirety of his cock, paying special attention to the veins before dragging your tongue back up to his tip. You had teased him long enough.

Giving another kiss to his slit, feeling the precum gathered there wet your lips before enveloping his cock in your warm mouth. Loud whines escape, the sound soothing to hear. You had only just the tip past your lips that was already making him like this. Slowly you take more of him down your throat, the feeling foreign. The more you take the more small choking sounds start to leave your throat, not used to the large intrusion. Tatsumi's hand was gripping your hair hard enough to hurt and tears were forming in the corners of your eyes from both the pain and how deep you were taking him.

Lapping around his cock with your tongue until your nose was pressed right up against the small patch of teal hair on his pelvis. You were freely choking on him now, spit drooling past your lips and down your chin as you swallowed around him. The feeling is too much for him as he keens and shallowly thrusts, making the choking worse, your airflow cutting off as you breathe through your nose. "How shameful you are, having no issues doing this to a holy man such as myself, in a church no less. You must be even more wicked than I first thought, an evil temptress who convinced me to fall into sin." His words barely make it out before being cut off with a loud whimper when you swallow around him again.

The lack of oxygen was starting to get to you as you slowly took your mouth off, lapping at the veins along the way. His precum was coating your throat, the sweet taste on your tongue. Moving your hand to his cock while you take a moment to catch your breath, listening to the dirty sounds it makes as you move it up and down his spit soaked cock. Tatsumi has stopped talking but his hand was still ever present in your hair, tugging you back towards his cock. It wasn't long before you took him down your throat again, choking one again on his size. Except this time, when you attempt to pull back the hand in your hair keeps you firmly in place, right at the base of his cock forcing you to keep deep throating him.

"You can't pull off, a dirty sinner like you shouldn't need to anyways. I'm helping purify you, you know. I don't have to do this but I want to help make you clean." Tatsumi's other hand reaches and slides under your chin, massaging at your throat where his cock was bulging out, causing you to choke around him more intensely. Loud moans once again escape him as he does it again, the intense feeling too much for him. "I'm gonna cum down your sinful throat and purify you, that's what you want isn't it? To be purified by me?"

If you could nod you would have, but you could barely move your head with the grip he had in your hair, forcing you against him. His cock was twitching your throat and you knew he was getting closer, he just needed one more push to the edge. Swallowing once again around him as the hand on your throat slides to your nose, pinching it. You couldn't breathe at all now, panic starting to set in as you try to pull back but unable too.

"You'll be ok, you need to take all of my seed like this, that way no sinful air can ruin it when I purify you." As he says this you feel a rush of warm liquid flow down your throat, the taste of his cum heavy. Tatsumi lets out louder moans as spots start to form at the edges of your vision the longer your oxygen is depraved but when you think you'll finally black out the grip on your hair leaves and the cock in your throat gets pulled out.

Falling back as you cough, Tatsumi's release coating your throat as he pants above you, spent from his orgasm. You feel some of his spend drip down your chin and you know you probably looked like a total mess. Coming to church to confess your filthy desires about a man just to get defiled by that same man.

Tatsumi looks at you, face red and purple eyes kindly staring at you. "You've been purified by me, how do you feel? I promised my body would purify you and it did."

[2g-1k]

2G1K - Chapter 6 What the Sigma?

I went from wanting to post this in Nov, then early Dec, then Xmas, then New Year, and somehow i managed to fail ALL these deadlines. Crazy what fanart and support does to a person lol. thank you @tthevoic3s we all say in unison

Just to be safe- mentions of blood (it's like 7 drops max), depressing thoughts, dehumanisation maybe? honestly idk

Masterpost

Hey guys, welcome back to another Geoguessr speedrun!

Now here we have…let’s see. Blue sky, looks like something from Earth, cool. Um, tacky fences made of wood, that appears to be doing a good job so far in keeping me in considering I haven’t left the enclosure yet…check. Would need more stuff to accurately pinpoint us right now. Anyway chat, I believe we need more details to know where to put that pin on the map, so we gotta look further!

Evans peeked outside the tacky wooden fences—actually walls— and the crowd went wild!

Hundreds of tiny people were behaving very reasonably when seeing a gigantic human being. The most reasonable of the bunch ran away, not even sparing a second to look back at what they were even running from. Evans personally thought they deserve a ten out of ten for taking the best action for survival, even if it probably would not work. Realistically speaking. Evans could outrun them in two steps.

There were people who just froze. Played dead, even. Possibly a rating of six for this. Works for animals half the time, though Evans kind of isn’t one, and they just successfully made themselves more susceptible to capture. Low survival rate, not the best reaction towards seeing a giant, but whatever.

The remainder of the crowd, though a minority, were probably the weirdest of them all, considering they appeared to be…kneeling down, kowtowing, clasping hands…why? Would their god save them if he even planned to harm them, which he didn’t?

Evans wondered what they were thinking. Maybe back home, if a similar situation occurred, there might be people reacting the same way as them, but he couldn’t know for sure. It wasn’t his fault no giant fell off their plane onto Earth. He’d ask them, but again, the fact that they probably speak some other alien language will probably make asking questions like this impossible.

So the next best thing he could do is to observe one himself. Sure, they may not understand his intentions, though why does it matter what they think if he won’t cause them harm?

Evans stretched his hand out towards the crowd.

Thwack!

Evans was blessed with an arrow to his hand.

Guess what— I’m under surveillance. I did NOT notice the four archers positioned at the corners of my so-called prison walls.

But why did they shoot him?

Evans had a theory unproven. Obviously they don’t want him to cross those walls. The next course of action, is of course, to prove it. Even if it was the only possible explanation. So Evans cleverly stuck his other unharmed hand beyond the walls, and sure enough—

Thwack!

Evans flinched, though the next arrow still managed to lodge itself in his skin. Cool. Now he has one arrow in each hand. Funny, since he felt nothing except perhaps, a minor stinging on where the arrows landed. It wasn’t even bleeding.

So Evans decided it was probably fine to pull it out, and so he did.

He started bleeding. Yay, blood! My favourite food!

So he was right. They didn’t want him to leave.

Honestly they were overestimating themselves. The walls were as high as his knees, Evans could simply jump over them if he really wanted to. God, he could even easily outrun their tiny little legs. The arrows sting at best, and even then they don’t pose a significant danger to him, all things considered.

He only chose to stay inside and listen to them because there weren’t any benefits if he didn’t do that.

Also because this was an interesting discovery.

Also because he wasn’t in much danger…

Also because it didn’t look like they planned to do unspeakable things to him… 

Yes, yes, he knew, stranger danger, but from every situation he’s been in so far, it seemed as if one is much more dangerous than all others. It was also quite clear that everyone involved knew who exactly was the more dangerous stranger at the moment.

Beyond the walls, the noise level slowly went from making Evans think he was at a K-Pop concert, to a noise level more common in libraries. Assuming it was because the commotion had died down, it means the tiny crowd outside had left, or at least most of them should have.

Evans stared at the two blood covered arrows in his palm. Everyone is scared of me, isn’t it? He knew as much. Leaving would be a good idea, if they wouldn’t mind the anxiety of not knowing where something as dangerous as him is at all times. So he couldn’t leave, thanks to whoever invented the saying “keep your friends close and your enemies closer”.

…Oh right, it was Sun Tzu. Fuck you, Sun Tzu.

Staying here and making them equally anxious it is, then. Evans really hoped it was the right choice.

Mostly because he was very much starving right now.

He might as well try to give a decent impression of himself while he was “in captivity” right now, in fact. Who knows, they might slip poison in his food or drink. They already did it once, and they can do it again. Actually, now that he thought about it, how much of a dosage did they need to send him to dreamland, and never wake up even once, to move him here?

Thinking about things without an answer sucked, and Evans thought this question sucked, so he mentally waved it away.

He looked at the arrows again.

He looked at the archers, who aimed at him, and nocked their arrows.

Not that the arrows or any weapon of theirs were especially threatening to Evans, of course, though who would ask for unnecessary wounds anyway? He already had enough from that fucking plane. His fingers carelessly swiped at the still-open cut on his right cheek. The searing pain told him “nuh uh”, which was a good sign to not touch it again for the time being.

Evans’ current plan for peace was kind of easy in theory. Give them back the arrows, they think he is a good person, or giant, or some secret third other thing, and everyone lives happily ever after.

So why did the idea of actually executing the plan make his hands go cold?

A drop of sweat from his hands fell onto the ground. His face went cold too. His breathing became fast, shallower. His heart was fully preparing to stop. He was just being stupid. Seriously, why would anyone be nervous at a time like this?

Nope. Nope. NOPE. I can NOT do this.

It was not that exchanging information was impossible for them. It was impossible for him to communicate normally.

He threw away the arrows, far away from him, the enclosure, from his line of sight.

Evans gloomily slumped against the walls that, surprisingly, stayed in place.

Now what?

Great question. Too bad he himself couldn’t answer it either.

At the moment, he felt like a cup of water that had been freshly microwaved. The water, hot but deceivingly tranquil, would explode once interacted with. The last 24 hours had given him too much to distract himself from his current predicament. No matter what, he had to face reality.

Pry away the initial amazement of discovering a brand new world, where he is strong, undefeatable, unstoppable, and all that’s left is the bleak reality of him, so large and so alone in this undersized place. What was the point of it all when there was, as far as he knew, no way to go home? He couldn’t even muster the courage to communicate, to ask where he was!

He was human. Humans feel hunger, sadness, pain, homesickness.

He felt all of it.

Would his days be spent living in an oversized pen, for the tiny people to ogle him like some— like some exotic animal? For them to tell stories of him devouring children at night, to scare them into behaving? Are his choices just that now? Between exotic and fearsome?

Do the archers see him that way, too? Just an animal to be disciplined and tamed?

Was he human in their eyes?

Another drop of liquid fell onto the ground, but only Evans knew whether it was sweat, or tears.

…

Evans had to cut his emo session short when he suddenly saw the part of the walls opening up. It was only too bad he couldn’t dwell on his sadness for a little longer. He jolted up, sitting prim and proper, not really sure why he did so when it wasn’t like it would change their impression of him much.

Three carts were pulled by the tiniest horses ever, along with several more soldiers? Guards? He couldn’t know for sure unless he asked. Each cart was piled high with equally miniature food, ranging from meats to fruits to other random stuff he couldn’t identify due to its size or simply because he had never seen it before.

A fourth cart pulled up later, carrying more of what Evans supposed was alcohol. That one he will not touch, guessing that it might put him to sleep again. He had enough sleep for now. He needed to be awake if he wanted to know more, to leave, or learn something useful eventually. Can’t learn shit if he is fucking sleeping anyway.

The guards saluted, possibly to Evans himself, which somewhat confused him, then did the fastest march out of sight after the carts were delivered it was almost funny. He didn’t even have the chance to study them before they Spanish and vanished on him. Oh well, less people to mess up in front of. Time to eat. Being hungry, he devoured the food in less than five minutes. He had no opinion on the food. They simply tasted like food.

It was maybe another infinite moment of boredom and halfway throughout his emo time when the doors opened again, startling Evans for just a fraction of a second.

Another tiny person walked in alone, humming to himself, carrying a smaller cart of even tinier bottles.

His eyes accidentally met Evans’.

The loudest scream Evans could never expect from a person with lungs as small as that loudspeaker of a person pierced the air, sending birds flying and people covering their ears for fear of going deaf.

[wlwdwtys]

[there is a small envelope in the mailbox, a brilliant shade of deep purple, with gilded golden words marking the edges, !¡∷╎ᒲᒷ'ᓭ !¡ᒷ∷⎓ᒷᓵℸ ̣ !¡𝙹ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑꖎ (prime's perfect postal). when it opens, a small card is inside, cream white with bold black letters, the enchanted purple words standing out]

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Visit The Church of Prime today! receive a blessing!

light up a candle, speak to Us!

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[a small charm, purple and rectangular, with a small point at the tip, a white middle with closed eyes on the charm (twitch logo but with closed eyes), falls out of the envelope. it's a necklace, some prayer beads engraved with protection enchantments decorate the string. this is a guaranteed Prime Protection charm.] --------------------------------------------------- - peace and love ❤ @totally-not-a-god 👁

Yay my first ever ask and it's a cult! What great luck I have. Anyways. I ain't praying to ya, sorry duder

[seireitonin]

Do you have any 30 year old Toby head cannons?

(Omg yay a rare question:3 no one ever acknowledges 30 year old Toby! Kinda sucks bc I think his story as he grows up is so cool! Like man literally gets possessed and almost dies or dies depending on how you look at it. Anyway onto the hcs. There’s gonna be some canon stuff mixed in too :3)

🪓 After being taken in by Slender at 17, and continuing to kill people for most of his life, he’s become so desensitized to danger and violence

🪓 I mean he got mixed in with killers and criminals at 17 and solidified his space within them by 25

🪓 But Toby is full of himself. Cocky. Obnoxious. Cold. He thinks he’s untouchable due to his strength, being good at fighting and his CIPA.

🪓So when he flies too close to the sun and gets caught and taken into an asylum at 30, it’s almost like he doesn’t believe it. This isn’t really happening to him is it?

🪓So when he gets strapped down to a table like an animal and put in a straight jacket, it still doesn’t make sense to him. He’s untouchable.

🪓 Since the people who work at this asylum don’t really see him as human or care, they experiment on him

🪓They play in his body and mind like a playground

🪓They took one of his eyes out without putting him to sleep. He can’t feel it anyway right?

🪓 The treatment is brutal. The treatment is cruel. It takes what little sanity he had left.

🪓 Not because it hurts, obviously, but because it reminds him of that helpless feeling of abuse

🪓 He was a man now. Not a 17 year old being abused by his dad. So why was he in this helpless position?

🪓 Was all that killing he did to get stronger and to feel more powerful for nothing? Was he always meant to be controlled and abused by other people?

🪓 This is the point Slenderman helps him get out. Toby is an even more perfect puppet now.

🪓 Toby tries to let go of anything connecting him to his humanity. He believes it made him weaker.

🪓 Gets more brutal with his killing

🪓 Almost like a wounded animal lashing out, because he is. His pride is hurt. And ironically, his heart is hurt

🪓 Being in that asylum really brought back memories of his dad and how he’s one of the reasons he’s in this fucked up position in his life in the first place

🪓He’s even more pissed that he has one eye now

🪓 Everyone makes fun of him for it causing more violent episodes

🪓 Doesn’t want to be seen as weak or less than. So he uses violence to assert himself. He’s more insecure than ever about it now

🪓 He won’t be under anyone or be bullied by anyone ever again. Or be beneath anyone ever again.

🪓 Still has a sliver of empathy. In his own way, still doesn’t want to be like his dad

🪓 Refuses to trust anyone except for the people closest to him

🪓Assumes most people want to hurt him or take advantage of him

🪓 His whole life is miserable. Why is he even here?

🪓 Has tried to kill himself multiple times, but Slenderman has “blessed” him with immortality. Lucky him.

🪓 Part of him wants to stop and try and get better but he knows he probably can’t. So he delves even deeper into the violence. He’s miserable.

🪓Any healing and progress he’s made through his relationships romantic or not is completely gone.

🪓 He’s colder, crueler and meaner than ever

🪓Not because he hates the people he cares about, but he’s doing it to protect himself in his mind. He’s just terrified of loosing them or being hurt. Or his worst fear, hurting them. Especially if it’s a romantic partner.

🪓 “It’s a waste of your fucking time, trying to care about me. We both know there’s no hope for me” He tells them as he glares with the one eye he has left. And he means every word.

🪓 Pushes everyone away from him. He can’t handle the thought of his progress and the people he cares about being ripped away from him.

🪓”God, someone help me” he often thinks to himself. But he knows no one’s coming. He knows no one can save him. Despite how bad he wants it.

🪓So he’ll “help” himself. More killing. More violence. More bloodshed. More sex. More everything. Just to have control over something. Anything.

🪓 A dead man walking

[fictionfixations]

all the sad tales

penacony + aventurine spoilers

the wiki probably contains this but for my own sake i need to keep this somewhere.

(it'll be in bold. what im not sure on will not be in bold)

(The murmurs near your ears grow louder, more booming. You can even see another ████ ████████. Let's hope you can hold on until the moment you step onto the stage of the amusement park.)

(whited out parts are parts i cant decipher yay)

im going to try my hardest not to miss anything because i really like aventurine and i want to take my time with this. but i also sometimes have a really short attention span or get too immersed in something that i forget everything else so like...

(You ████████ ██ ██ █ ██████ discovered a strange child -- He seems to hail from the Avgin origins(?)... Weren't they already wiped out?)

(need to stop sprinting. i keep noticing breakable objects or chest so then i sprint towards them and im going to end up missing something instead of just heading straight into activating more of the story)

bby kakavasha runs so fast oh my god (its kind of sad to imagine that he can run so fast probably to run away from well yknow...)

(You are completely entranced by the Avgin boy. Just who is(?) he? There's still time. Maybe you can catch up to him and ask him exactly what █████████.) (happened?) (the extra whited out part on just who --- is probably a space. otherwise it could be was but hm.)

(im going to cry if i miss checking it because an enemy is chasing after me and i run headfirst into story. yes i am a coward who doesnt like starting battles if i can help it. makes me wish i had acheron but id honestly never use her in battle unless i had someone to regenerate skill points considering i have 5 star dan heng, so other attack ppl on team dont get much attention, and i dont really know how to use her beside tehcnique insta kill?? does that mean i can whip out a lvl 1 acheron and it works??)

dont plan on talking about the dialogue too much (i saw multiple people go through the story before i started ngl) but (also aventurine boss creeping up on me... i literally only have one person on team who attacks multiple at a time, and no one else outside of the team is as built)

LISTEN. have you SEEn hyenas playfighting its fucking adorable. call someone a hyena, i call it a compliment.

i missed the first piece of text... i forgot...

(*Ride the Pinball Machine)

still the same

i dont know why but the puzzles in penacony make me lag so bad. the puzzles, the pinball machine, or that dreamweaver thing. bruh.

(*Win the Hide and Seek game and find the Avgin boy)

anyway from what im understanding you can tell how many letters are missing because its as many characters as a character is missing. whenever ive blacked out text i never do that cause its so much bigger than the original text (i do one block for every two letters ngl. but i also dont do it with the intention of people deciphering what it says)

(*Play the roll of █████ film) (wound?)

i dont know film terms enough to even decipher what it could be. it could be color. black. white.

wound? wound as in rolling? like uh uh. past tense of wind. like winding up a roll. a wound roll. cause the description of wounds.. it could be related to his family. or..

I MISSED IT AGAIN 'there is only water, not rock' or something like that

(*Leave the maze)

(*Check the things you(?) lost)

i cant decipher this one 😭. you??? (Leave the maze you(?) █o) but i dont know what would make sense of it then. idk.

oh fuck i forgot to check the objective. its. probably the same as the other one for when finding a 'lost' object but like...

AGHHH wiki came in clutch

(*Check the lost things and memories)

(*Escape escape(?) the maze escape(?) the past/last(?) escort(?)) (this is a lot of 'idk')

(Failure discarded selfish useless pointless coward murderer gambler blessed discarded loser chosen-one Mother Goddess's beloved crazy murderer blessed failure discarded loser pointless coward murderer chosen-one selfish fool(?) blessed discarded loser chosen-one you(?) loser discarded pointless coward(?) murderer gambler blessed █isc█████ useless loser chosen-one Mother Goddess's blessed/beloved(?) loser loser loser loser loser loser loser loser loser loser loser loser loser ████ ████ ███████████ ███ ██████ █████ █ ██ ████ █)

there might be way more losers then there should be because my eyes were getting confused. and also more of the blacked out character

this line right here makes me wonder why he's still in the IPC after like the end of 2.2 (..im pretty sure 2.3 is the next update)

my brain power is failing on me idk what this one is

im going to turn my settings to max for the picture because its so fucking pixel-y. im going to try to save it before my pc crashes.

my one complaint: the taking a picture function that continues the story disappears when you get close to kakavasha. so i cant take a photo with him and continue the story.,

whatever.where the fuck is the screenshot folder im crying

oh my god the LAUNCHER? HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNow after i go through the star rail folder > games folder > starrail_data folder > screenshots

thats way too many folders for me to even notice 😭

second image cuz yes

I RAN PAST THE TEXT AGAIN

'there'll be one beside you' or something im sorry my memory is shit short term i already forgot

I MISSED MORE OF THE FLOATING TEXT 😭😭

'over plains, endless'

'into cracked earth, stumbling'

im stressed so im getting distracted

ARE YOU READY KIDS? I CANT HEAR YOUUU. WHO LIVES IN A PINEAPPLE UNDER THE SEA

"So run, Kakavasha, do not be afraid, and do not look back."

now go back and reread the previous quest thing.

okay thats it i think

[mochaintherain]

Demense

Summary: You change your team lineup of starter characters. The subsequent Aftermath, revolving around a cryo user.

Word Count: ~1k

CW: Heavy religious themes, implied cultish behavior, (implied?) religious trauma, SAGAU

Add. Tags: Kaeya, Creator!Reader, unreliable narrator, reader is Not present in this story as a character.

Author's Note: Not proofread! I've no idea how to use Tumblr or format on mobile </3 please help me. did I miss something I DUNNO (´_ゝ`) WHERE EVEN AM I anyway kaeya is so babygirl

Never had Kaeya assumed the Gods would favor him. Not after the promise he made, the bonds he shared with both his fathers—his brother, and how easily his patchworked life tore beneath his feet, his right eye a constant reminder of all his failures.

So when Aether, Amber, and Lisa extended a hand toward his figure, purple light enveloping his being, bubbling with warmth that mended the bitterness of his past, and opened his eyes to the heavens—

How could he not become Your believer?

Soon, he would travel the entirety of Mondstat, escaping his duties whilst discovering treasures, receiving divine gifts: goblets, circlets, feathers—and participating in...rather strange rituals. You made him carry a hefty bag of mora and flowers, gems, remants of slain regisvines, to the zenith of Starsnatch Cliff before imbuing him with unknown strength that coarsed through his veins.

Aether called it an "initiation", to forever be acquainted with divine blessings, to be Yours. He affirmed the sole reason he'd been able to save Dvalin, the entirety of Mondstat, was due to You, granting him the privilege of becoming a vessel.

"...Vessel, huh?" The word stuck to his tongue like a bitter saccharine. Even worse--You seemingly vanished, leaving he and his comrades hollowed by Your absence. After a desperate letter and trek sent back home, the reception back in the City of Wind was nothing less than suffocating.

A small gathering of vision wielders greeted them at the gate, welcoming them home. Yet, the sun never penetrated his body. The bite of sheer cold blossomed in his veins, making him tremble with every step he took—the first of many which he had to be conscious of; and breathing, keeping his heart beating, leaving him winded and dizzy. Your gaze took away his autonomy, rendering him a spectator in his own corpse, but You left him with the most joyous of dreams and slumbers; abandoning him forced everything back into his muscles, and he scrambled to remember what it was like to be alive without you. However, that was hardly the worst part.

His friends who cheered at his safety—

their smiles did not meet their eyes.

Instead, replaced was envy, resentment, and the brewing notion that he was a fraud, tricking the Creator and seducing You into loving him. They swirled, in vile concoctions, behind each of their pupils. Yet they paraded around him like he, himself, was divinity. Did they all wish he never came back? Would they tear each other apart for a chance at Your Grace?

Maybe his death was an opportune moment.

Unfortunately, he lived.

"Welcome back, everyone. I'm glad the Creator brought you back safe and sound." Jean bowed slightly, relief written on her lips.

"Hmm...go on and rest for now. Tommorow, you can tell us what all your travels uncovered." Albedo smiled, nodding at him and Lisa in particular.

Klee bounced on the soles of her heels, waving her hands to the weary travelers. "Yay! Kaeya's back! And Amber and Lisa and Mr. Honorary knight!" she cheered, beaming.

"Ah...why don't we all go back to the cathedral? I can heal you all of any injuries!" the deaconess suggested, a strain of a smile forming on her face.

"...Welcome back," Diluc muttered, most likely dragged along by the Acting Grand Master.

"Hey, on the way there, why don't I sing you all a song? No wine in exchange!" The enigmatic bard hummed, giving them all a wink.

Kaeya heaved a ragged breath, forcing a small laugh out his lips. "Sorry, but I think I'll pass. I'd much rather rest at Angel's Share," he responded, ignoring the pointed glare from a certain redhead. "After all, the Creator never afforded us any sort of wine; I'd certainly die if I had to spend another day without it."

"Huh...?" Barbara said, "b-but, Sir Kaeya—"

She was interrupted with a solemn headshake from the librarian.

"None of us are hurt," Lisa reaffirmed, "let him be...We'll tell you everything."

The Calvary Captain huffed, breaking away from the group and stumbling into the tavern, his countenance morphed into the expression he held all those years ago, when he first received his vision.

Haunted.

Nothing had changed since his leave, though there were far less customers than usual. Did the other citizens feel You vanish too? Or was that a curse reserved only for the puppets You deemed fit for control?

"Charles, the strongest, if you please."

Alcohol had left his throat burning, a reprieve from the sudden, chilling, desolation. After his "ascension", he was no longer the same man. In gazing upon him, You stole away a piece of his soul, a void only able to be filled by You and You only.

It wasn't too long before the bar's door opened again.

"What are you up to, Kaeya?" Diluc stayed near the entrance, not bothering to move toward the stools.

"I'm not in the mood," he hissed, downing his glass too quickly to savour.

Diluc forewent the usual quips he'd aim toward his brother, settling in a silent scrutiny. He was never one to favor the Gods. They stood in one another's solitude, drinking until the "Darknight Hero" woke to dusk.

Then, Kaeya was truly alone. Truly, utterly alone, with not even the eyes of which he'd come to expect. After all, he, a barely devoted follower, could never stay in the Divine's gaze forever.

Even so, the ache in Kaeya's heart screamed that the Gods had forsaken him again; being a vessel was far more merciful than being 'Kaeya'. Because if he wasn't a vessel, he was emptier than he'd ever been.

And when Lisa wrote to him, musing about how his Prototype rancour ended up in the hands of the Yuheng of the Liyue Qixing, how strong she was—he knew he'd been discarded.

...

If he were more pious, would You deign to look at him once again?

[hiraunia]

With the final chapter of TCWKTM by @crinklytinfoil upcoming I have decided to celebrate with more doodles. YAY!

(Did I say upcoming, I meant release. Apperently I posted this 3 minutes after the last chapter updated)

I don't know why I have decided that Shrike always wears those night vision goggles(?) now but they look cool at least(GOD I LOVE THEM).

I think I've finally gotten a hang of Dani's hairstyle for my design which is a blessing because in order from the easiest to hardest hair texture to draw is Coily>Straight>Locs>Wavy>Braids>Curly with a jump of times 4 from braids to curly(My hubris for giving Cyan short curly hair has and will continue to keep biting me in the ass).

Speaking of Cyan, I've also updated him. He always has eye bags now cause he feels tired now, more so than the start of the fic at least. Since, unless I've missed something, he's still wearing Black's suit I felt I should make it a part of his outfit. One of the issues I was having when I drew him though was that we still call him Cyan but he wasn't wearing cyan anymore which is an issue when I read the story but when I drew him it just felt odd. My solution to that hangup of mine was to keep the suit and belt black’s but give him the gloves and boots so there's at least some cyan still on him since I don't think it was ever stated that Johnny cut those off, there wouldn't be a reason to and they would fit him better than Johnny's anyways. He also isn’t wearing his backpack thing or helmet(not that I ever drew anyone with theirs anyways) since I figured they probably lost it or some shit. In this pic no one is wearing theirs but that’s just because I wanted them to look like they were chilling, Cyan straight up doesn’t have his.

Funnily enough this is the one that took the least amount of time to make, I started it yesterday and finished it like now though I do attribute that to a stroke of sudden inspiration that I was able to draw in my sketchbook so honestly most of the work was the coloring.

Drawing these guys just kinda being silly is so fun it's unfair, especially Purple. This man has done so much bullshit, I should shoot him on sight but the moment I pick up my pen he appears, the motherfucker! A pretty fun aspect of these purple are, as you can see, he's using Grey's skin. While I'm pretty sure in the story he looks the exact same I figured it would be more fun for drawing purposes to mix the two of them together to create some distinction rather than just drawing Grey with a purple suit.

My design for Grey had him as average height but more stout(at least comparatively for my artstyle) while Purple was a little more scrawny and tall which worked well for what I wanted to do. His bangs are center parted when Grey's bangs are gathered in the center. Also I drew their expressions differently, when it's Purple I draw his more bitter/sour, I decided that most of his expressions are squinty and tend to furrow the brows while Grey's are more, I'm not sure how to put it, genuine?

As you can probably tell I really enjoy trying to come up with the character's designs myself but I know when to throw in the towel and admit someone did better than me. I tried to come up with a design for Olive/Finch myself but I just could not come up with one I liked even equally let alone more than @krysmcscience 's design. They really captured their energy well so I’m just using theirs.

Ayy, I drew my take on good old Johnny boy. I think I did a pretty good job making him look older without him becoming a mass of wrinkles.

Drawing Flayer's ship was pretty fun, I've been trying to draw backgrounds and objects more so it was good practice. We obviously don't know what it actually looks like yet other than it is made of flesh and metal so I definitely had to just make shit up. For these bitches sake I hope it's bigger than what I designed because it is going to suck otherwise. Just as I'm typing this I kinda already wanna redesign it though.

I went for something more simple based of the premise that ships are complicated and difficult to make; the whole thing is kinda supposed to look like the flesh is doing a lot of the work to keep it together to compensate for a lack of technical knowledge and skill but just now I remembered that Flayer was the head of the mechanics so she almost certainly has more than enough knowledge and experience to make a good ship on her own even without the flesh. Oh well, I can redesign it when we learn more. I'm keeping its face though, the face was a completely but incredibly happy accident.

Also, I find it interesting that the Imposter’s missions are usually about them destroying biomechanical technology but one of Flayer's named imposter abilities is to use her genetic material to create machinery that fuses artificial and organic material.

Bounus Doodles!

I'm pretty sure these were all drawn sometime before the new year but they were all I had and I didn't want to post one image of doodles so enjoy them now.

While I am still proud of Brown and Devon making out I think my favorite doodle here is Cyan and his judgmental ass face. Why is he staring at Finch like, he is not in any position to but judging like that.

I also borrowed Kry's designs for Red and Umber, I couldn't help myself for Umber, it was just too perfect!

Not sure how I feel about my take on Skeld!White(Finnegan I CANT-). I'm not sure if it's just I'm so used to seeing Kry's design that anything else feels weird or just that I made him too baby faced and princessy. I tend to draw men that are very pretty and feminine so I think I went overboard when I tried my hand since he was usually described similar to how I would normally design a man.

[issie-https]

Beach Baby

Axl Rose X Reader

A/n: Axl being a dad is something I think about A LOT! Anyways, enjoy this❤️

Word count: 678(another short one, sorryyyyy)

Warnings: None :)

Masterlist

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“Don't eat the sand," Axl said, pulling our daughter's hand away from her mouth and dusting the sand off. Today was the day our daughter, Flora, was going to get to have a paddle in the sea for the first time. "She's not gonna listen," I said, rubbing sunscreen into her arms, face and legs. "She will eventually," He replied. "Why don't you take her for a splash in the sea?" I asked. "No, I'm too nervous," he answered, repeating the same actions each time our daughter decided to turn her attention away from her snacks and to the sand. "You'll both be fine, sit just after where the waves crash and sit with her on your lap," I suggested, turning to Axl with the sunscreen bottle in hand. "Maybe in a se- Put. The. Sand. Down. Devil baby," he groaned, shaking her arm slightly, making her giggle. "Do you want me to top up your sunscreen?" I asked, laughing at his comment. "Yeah but don't get it in my hair again," he mumbled. "Shut up whining, Flora whines less than you," I laughed, rubbing some lotion onto his back. "She has less hair than me and she also cares significantly less than I do," he said, holding his hair. I just mumbled an 'Mhm' and rubbed the cream onto his face.

We sat in the sand for a few more minutes before we headed to the sea for Flora's first paddle. "Y/n, what if she doesn't like it?" He said worried. "Axl, she'll be fine, I promise," I assured him, fixing our daughters hat. She looked so adorable in her little pink swimsuit and her straw beach hat that sat atop her hair, in small quantity but visibly the same colour as her father's hair. "How deep do we go?" He asked, walking into the water. "Waist height for us, belly height for her," I replied, lacing my arm through his free arm. "On the count of 3," I said. "1... 2... 3," We both counted. On 3, he dunked our daughter into the water, up to her tummy. "Yay!" I cooed, smiling as she splashed her arms in the water. "I thought she would hate this like she does with baths," he said. "She's picky like you I guess," I joked, earning a look from him. "I'm not picky, just a perfectionist," he grumbled, putting Flora back on his hip. "Which is a different word for picky," I mumbled. He pushed me backwards by my chest, making me fall into the sea. "MY HAT IS WET NOW!" I shouted when I got back up, grabbing my hat that was floating away. "You would think so, it fell in the ocean," he said, laughing to himself. "I hate you," I scowled at him. "Oh really? Is that why we have a baby together then?" He mocked. "Shut it," I said, poking his side.

He dunked Flora back in the water, twirling her a bit, making her giggle and splash. Her smile, the exact same as Axl's. "I want fifty more," He said, bobbing her in and out of the water. "You're lucky you have one. Count your fucking blessings," I slightly scolded. "How about three more?" He said. "One more," I protested. "Two more," he begged. "One more or no more," I murmured. "Fine," he sulked. "Pick that lip up and just enjoy the time you have with Flora," I scolded. "I am. WHY ARE YOU EATING THE WATER!" He yelled, picking her back up. "You eat so much, you get great meals and milk, however, you prefer sand and sea water. Fucking weirdo," I laughed.

We went and sat back on the sand, drying off a bit. "Oh my god, Y/n, look," he whispered, nudging my arm. I looked beside me to see Flora asleep on Axl's chest. "Stay still, I need a picture," I said. I grabbed my camera out of the beach bag and snapped a couple of shots. My baby girl and my handsome husband looking as content as can be.

[blackjackkent]

Unlike Hector, I don't imagine Rakha makes a deliberate effort to actively engage further with Naaber. However - I also don't imagine that stops him. :P

Screenshots taken in Carm's Garms notwithstanding, I picture the ensuing series of conversations to take place while Rakha and co. walk down the street in Wyrm's Crossing, with Naaber trotting double-time to keep up with Rakha's longer strides, keeping up a running commentary all the way to Danthelon's. (In-game it's right across the street, but go with me on this.)

Rakha... surprisingly, isn't entirely annoyed. Baffled, yes, but we already established that she is very struck by people being actively excited about her presence, and Naaber is nothing if not excited. She doesn't really look at him and answers in her usual clipped manner - but she doesn't push him away or attack, and given this is Rakha, that speaks volumes.

The whole rest of the party trails along behind and gets increasingly irritated, with the exception (and I cannot emphasize this enough) of Jaheira, who thinks this is the funniest thing that has happened to her at least since Minsc disappeared.

Here we go:

"Roar! Roar! ROOOOOOOAR! Are you scared? Did you wet your pants? Did you? Did you?"

"Not even slightly."

"Appreciate the honesty. *Sigh* Oh well! Back to the Naabing board!"

-----

"Happy birthday to youuuuu! Happy birthday to youuuuuu! Happy biiiiiirthday dear.......?"

"I was sculpted from a slice of Bhaal's own dead flesh. I have no birthday."

"It's not your birthday? Shoot. What did you think anyway? Could I be a good bard?!"

"All the bards I've met play an instrument."

"Oh. I don't have one of those. Balls. Back to the Naabing board then!"

(A/N: Some odd and uncertain generous instinct buried deep in Rakha's rotted psyche considers giving him Alfira's lute. And for some reason, she has a strange and almost panicky response to the thought and keeps it to herself.)

-----

"Bless us with your gentle - no, holy - spirit - no, soul - no, spirit... your powers... your divine powers... bother."

"What are you doing?"

"I'm praying! Is that not how it goes?"

"What god are you praying to?"

"There's more than one? Shit."

-----

"*Sniff. Sniff.*"

Sniff him back.

"Ah ha! You fell for it! I'm pretending to be a dog. Everyone likes dogs!"

"Carry on then."

"*Bark! Bark!*"

-----

"Behold, mundane meddler! You step in the domain of a master speller. For I am to be a most mighty WIZARD!"

"Show me what you can do."

"Wizard. W-I-Z-A-R-D. Wizard!"

"That's spelling. Wizards cast spells."

"Ooooooooooh! Whooooopsie!"

(A/N: The line in-game is "That's spelling. Wizards cast spells. Idiot." But once again, I don't actually think Rakha is upset here, just thoroughly bewildered.)

-----

"Know any fiendish philanthropists? Fickle fae financiers? Eldritch employers? I want to make a pact!"

Given Wyll's situation, Rakha doesn't find this one particularly funny. "Here's a pact for you. Give up."

"That's not a pact. That's just an order... Oh-ho! Very good! You nearly had me there!"

-----

"Ommmmmmmm. Ammmmmmmmm. Ummmmmmmm."

Back quietly away.

"Oh hi! I didn't see you there! I was in deep meditation, see. Isn't peace and quiet just the best? I've decided to be a monk! I'm going to be the best monk there ever was!"

"I doubt you'll find peace. But the rest of us might. If we're lucky."

"Haha! You're funny! And mean."

-----

"BOO! Bet you didn't even see me coming. I'm a shadow. A master of sneakery. A rogue!"

"No, you're not. I see you. You're right there."

"Oh, thank goodness. I was worried I was getting too good at it and nobody would ever see me again! Hello! Hi!"

-----

"If not a rogue, then a ranger. I'm great at chasing things down."

"You're great at nothing. In fact, you're the worst person I've ever met."

"Oh pish. I'm great at being your friend! And that's all that matters. Friendship! Yay!"

(A/N: I know I'm reading way too much into this, but Rakha doesn't even feel super natural at calling her closest companions 'friends'. This is an extremely jarring comment for her to hear and gives her a strange muddled feeling.)

-----

"Perhaps the answer was deep within me all along... an ancient spark of arcana... Yes, I was born to be a sorcerer! I can feel it!"

[WILD MAGIC] "Does your magic come from the thrumming scream of chaos itself?"

"Let me focus. I can feel the power deep within me... it's coming up! It's coming up! *Burp.* Oops. Just indigestion. Haha."

-----

At this point, presumably, Naaber darts a few steps forward so he can drop to his knees in front of her.

"My liege. I swear to you an undying oath of absolute devotion. I am but your humble paladin."

"I don't accept."

"Really? But I'm ready to do ANYTHING!"

"Please just go away."

"But you're the one who keeps talking to me! I - I don't want to - all right. An oath's an oath I suppose."

-----

"These roles sure are restrictive, aren't they? Maybe the adventuring life's just not for me."

"I really like talking to you. There's not a lot of people that want to talk to me so I bought you a present. Here!"

"Now, what are we going to talk about if not about the adventuring life?"

"Wait. Wait. What if I mix the classes-- Oh, Naaber, you GENIUS!"

-----

Look, okay, I know I'm reading too much into this. I KNOW I'm reading too much into this. But...

No one has ever gotten Rakha a present before.

She stands there a long time and just stares at the amulet as the boy darts off into the crowd.

"Praise be," Minthara says sardonically. "The ordeal is over."

"Chk. He will not last a week on the road," Lae'zel scoffs.

"Admirable patience, cub," Jaheira puts in with a soft snort.

Wyll looks at Rakha. "Seems like you made a new friend," he says with a slight smile, the first she's seen from him since the South Span checkpoint.

Rakha doesn't say anything, just turns the amulet over in her hands as if memorizing every side of it. Then she puts it into her pocket and wordlessly trudges into Danthelon's Dancing Axe.

[asordinaryppl]

A3! Backstage Story Translation - Tsumugi Tsukioka SSR: Whereabouts of the Lost Item - Part 2

Citron: Thanks for helping us out, Itaru!

Itaru: No prob.

Tsumugi: Are you… really okay with driving us to the shrine?

Itaru: I’d be passing by there anyway. It’s fine.

Kumon: Are you going on a pilgrimage, Itaru-san?

Itaru: You got that right, my plan’s to go to the shopping district that appeared in an anime I’m obsessed with RN.

Itaru: There’s also some kinda retro game shop that I’m sorta interested in.

Citron: That’s just like you, Itaru!

Itaru: … Oh, right. Around what time should I come pick you up?

Izumi: Hmmm… It’s a shrine, so I don’t think we’ll stay that long…

Tsumugi: Getting the goshuin shouldn’t take us that long either.

Kumon: There’s not much to do at a shrine, so we’ll probably be done innnn 2 hours at most?

Citron: About that long should be enough! We’ll definitely be done by evening!

Itaru: Hmm, evening… I can just pick you up on my way home, then. I don’t think I’ll stay that long, either.

Kumon: Yay!

Izumi: Thank you very much, Itaru-san.

Itaru: You’re welcome.

-

Itaru: Alright, here we are.

[Phone notification blip]

Tsumugi: Ah, it’s from Tasuku.

Tasuku Takato: I’ve got a guest appearance coming up, I’m gonna borrow some of your books for a role study

Citron: We’re getting off!

Tsumugi: Okay, I’ll reply to him real quick.

Tsumugi Tsukioka: Alright. I don’t think I’ll use them any time soon, so you can keep them for a while.

Tsumugi: And that’s done.

Tsumugi: Thanks for driving us, Itaru-kun. Have fun on your pilgrimage.

Itaru: OFC. You have fun at the shrine too.

-

Kumon: So this is the shrine dedicated to the Dragon Gods…! Tsumugi-san, is this the same place that’s in the drama?

Tsumugi: Yup. I think the drama was filmed quite a few years ago, but this place is exactly the same.

Tsumugi: This shrine really is as charming as I thought it’d be.

Citron: *inhales*, *exhales*... The air in shrines is different from anywhere else!

Kumon: I think I get what you mean!

Izumi: Every time I come to a shrine, it’s like I can feel how sacred it is… Something about the air just changes.

Tsumugi: This place is kind of like a spiritual hot spot, so that might be why it feels that way.

Tsumugi: Well, shall we start with visiting the shrine?

Kumon: Ah, it looks like there’s a bunch of places we can visit!

Izumi: That’s true. Where should we start from, Tsumugi-san?

Tsumugi: Hmm… There doesn’t seem to be a set order in which we should visit the shrines…

Tsumugi: The omikuji and goshuincho are near the entrance, so let’s start from whatever is the farthest away.

Citron: Let’s do that! I can’t wait to walk all the way to the back~!

-

Tsumugi: And I think we’ve visited everything we could now.

Kumon: The shrine’s got a really nice atmosphere!

Citron: It feels like it's brought us great blessings! And now all that’s left to complete our mission is to get the goshuin.

Izumi: I think I’ll get a goshuin too. Since I brought my goshuincho with me and all…

Tsumugi: You have a goshuincho too, Director?

Izumi: Yes, I do… I made Sakyo-san pick one for me last time we went to a shrine. (1)

Kumon: Eh, Sakyo-san chose this!?

Citron: It’s so high class and lovely! The color is perfect too!

Tsumugi: Yes. And this… fabric? Is very beautiful as well.

Izumi: Right! That’s exactly why I like it so much.

Citron: Let’s go ask for goshuin right away then!

Izumi: Let’s do that. … Excuse me, we’d like a goshuin each.

Shrine maiden: Understood. I will take your goshuincho. Please take a numbered ticket and wait.

Kumon: Hey, hey, let’s go draw dragon omikuji while you wait for your turn!

Tsumugi: Ah, good idea. Now’s as good a time as any.

Izumi: There are dragons in all kinds of colors.

Citron: It’s hard to choose one when there are so many…

Kumon: I’ll… get this one! Cause our eyes met!

Citron: I will also choose a dragon I made eye contact with!

Tsumugi: Hmmm… I guess I’ll go with the Seiryuu, then. (2)

Citron: … Oh! Great Luck!

Kumon: Ah! Me too! I’m so happy, I usually get Bad Luck!

Tsumugi: Both of you? That’s amazing…

Izumi: What about you, Tsumugi-san?

Tsumugi: Mine’s Bad Luck, unfortunately…

Option 1: Y-You should be fine as long as you tie it!

Izumi: Y-You should be fine as long as you tie it!

Tsumugi: You think so…?

Izumi: I heard that if you get a Bad Luck, you should tie the omikuji in the shrine and then go home.

Tsumugi: I didn’t know that… I think that puts me a little at ease.

Izumi: Right! There are a lot of omikuji tied here, so why not tie yours too, Tsumugi-san?

Tsumugi: Good idea. I think I’ll tie it, so it’ll bring me at least a bit of good luck.

Option 2:  Do you want to try again…?

Izumi: Do you want to try again...?

Tsumugi: Is it allowed to draw more than once?

Izumi: Hmmm, I don’t think there is a rule that forbids it, but that’s a good question.

Tsumugi: What if I draw and get Bad Luck again…

Izumi: That would be a little unsettling… Best you stop here, I think.

Tsumugi: Agreed…

Tsumugi: But thank you for thinking of me, and suggesting it.

Citron: There’s no need to worry, Tsumugi! I will pass my Great Luck Power to you!

Kumon: And I’ll pass mine!

Citron: Here goes! … Great Luck Power!

Kumon: Transferrrr!!

Tsumugi: Fufu, thanks. I sorta feel like my luck has gotten better.

Izumi: So, Tsumugi-san… By Bad Luck, does that mean there were only bad things written on the fortune slip?

Tsumugi: Hmm… It says that things I lost will be returned to me after a while, so I wouldn’t say it’s all bad.

Citron: Does that happen?

Izumi: Yes. Even if your luck is bad, there are often good things or good advice written in.

Kumon: Yuppers! That’s why it’s all gonna be okay, Tsumugi-san! I always get Bad Luck, so you can take my word for it!

Tsumugi: Yeah, thanks. Since it’s you saying so, I’m sure it’ll be okay.

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

NOTES:

(1) this is a reference to sakyo's yin yang midnight ssr backstage story!

(2) the blue dragon of the dragon gods, basically the figure tsumugi is holding

[growling]

gushing over magical girls episode 1 vine boom

i read like only a part of the blurb (i like to not know what the hell is going on at any given time) so yeah apparently theres just some girl that likes magical girls and gets excited over having been informed of having Cool Powers but it turns out she transforms into a villain instead. is that gonna be that dark blue hair specimen ive been seeing in google image gallery orrr

ah yeah she is lol

ok lesbian

ong it's kyubey's evil homunculus shadow self

i don't think tits move like that but i appreciate the effort

im love her- Heyeyeeyeyeyy inTRO DAMN WHAT'S GOINH ON LET'S SLOW DOWN MMABYE

i lvove gay people

go queen give us nothing

i trust the shadow kyubey with my heart it would never betray me

leave my girl alone cancel the torment

and they even gave her a crop........ chrsiist almighty

FREAKY FLOWER????

NOT THE TENTACL- Pull yourself together Ashley accept the reality of the situation . Let go babe turn on the "be prepared for every fucking thing" switch and activate your evil mode I know this isn't your heart . Ok I'm good now reborn anew we shall continue on,

most insane yet typical 10 minutes of my life god bless

yeah sure that sounds reasonable .

dark hair girl whose name i forgot getting her sadist awakening we love to see it. shoutout to sadists gotta be one of my favourite genders (waves at u yomi)

somethig wrong wit her

i still cannot decide whether i am or aren't the target audience for this. nevertheless what a fascinating sight to behold

my girl utena living the dream rn

shoutout to hiiragi utena one of my favourite freaks

oh cool. we actually got anime transformation logic. still funny though

yay venalita or velinata or velita or whatever ur name was give me like 5 more episodes before i officially stop forgetting

damn what kinda fetish are they gonna utilize at the factory this time

got my answer. ah yes that sounds perfectly reasonable. how did i not think of this

this too is yuri. broadening the definition of gay sex

these 20 minutes have changed me as a person. which isnt hard to do as i can barely be considered a person anyway in this state

poggers 👍

[outpost51]

The 51 Post

so. bad week, if the prolonged absence wasn’t enough of a clue. but! i did write a... moderate amount. listen, i've been coping with sims.

Contents:

Things You Might Have Missed

This Week's Jams

WIP Breakdowns

From the Skwad

Around the 'Blr

Things You Might Have Missed

get on my taglists for WIP updates, 51 post, tag games, and ask events!

BRHP: Chapter 17 posted; K A DM O S.

Unlikely Adventures, Ch 2 posted; it’s literally in the blurb but it hurt me to write too

BRHP: Chapter 16 posted; baby's first fight pit, and a family secret is revealed.

Murky Water: the 7th entry into the Lighthouse in the Fog shorts; our new Keeper finds her answers.

This Week's Jams

aliens (porcelain remix) || xylø, porcelain [spotify/youtube]

avoidant attachment || libby larkin [spotify/youtube]

fire fire || flyleaf [spotify/youtube]

no care || daughter [spotify/youtube]

let the flames begin || paramore [spotify/youtube]

devil’s teeth || muddy magnolias [spotify/youtube]

WIP Breakdowns

Between a Rock and a Hard Place

hngggg i am. behind. it’s all outlined but my god i was too tired to write much

Unlikely Adventures of Bitchface and Go F*ck Yourself

[affectionately strangles zadimus]

Blinding Neon, Shades of Grey

[vibrates] hhhhhh i love the orville scene, i forgot how much i love the orville scene, yes i will post the orville scene this week if yall bully me (pls)

Stellar Parallax

elmorise.gif

Lighthouse in the Fog

8th short will be coming out some time tonight or tomorrow, it’s been an uphill battle to write today, anyway things have Developed in a Direction i was not Expecting

In the Works

i have noodled some of those random shuffle prompts. some of you are getting whacked with the emotions stick

From the Skwad

SSSC 006 wrapped up! see the entries here.

@thetrashbagswasteland posted a little too good to be true, a follow up to a little too much like me as their submission for MEBB 2023 and it is rife with snark

speaking of MEBB, @sparatus also published his triumphant return to His Original Bullshit: serpents in the garden and i am living. he also wrote skewed results for FFF208 bc we all need more teia

@uraniumwriting also wrote a submission for FFF208 in which caspian is forced to be a reporter for a day

we have FIVE updates from @teamdilf this week: a sweet piece in which adrien is offered some kittens, ch 20 of in-laws and the grandparents, this drabble that actually ripped my soul out through my eyes, ch 16 of man of many talents, and the first chapter of father, daughter, rocket launchers, and a side of wrex

@bambino1294 dropped the second chapter of upright tower and it was well worth the wait

@equusgirl has given us two more treats for sapphic summer: heaven or hell and if the bird likes it's cage so very much, why is the cage so tightly shut

@commander-krios wrote this squee-worthy despina/theron piece and also this stolen moment between jeff and john

@writernopal wrote a character study with mariel and sartor that i’m still thinking about actually, it’s wild to see how much the characters have developed between the first and third books

@asher-orion-writes posted another installment of fairweather YAY hhhhhh i fucked up and peeked at the last few lines before i read it and now i’m trying to wrap up so i can go eat it

Around the ‘Blr

@tabswrites blessed us with both the second chapter of ascension and chapter 4 of silver sentinels!!!

@vacantgodling’s art comms are open which i will be taking a look at given it does not fall through the holes in my swiss cheese brain, he dropped toph art that i’m OBSESSED with AND a lukewarm rejection sneep bc toph’s bday was the 7th. tell him happy birthday 4 me

bit over a week but i missed it last week — @autumnalwalker announced that the archivist’s journal is COMPLETE, so if you were ever looking for a reason to binge it, now’s the time (the anniversary is july 16th!). find it here @thearchivistsjournal

@captain-kraken dropped a sonhara lore masterpost oh my GOD

screaming crying frothing at the mouth over @liv-is’s fae headshots WOW

@void-botanist gave us the LORE on the revalo tailory & hotel and i will chew off my arm if tumblr doesn’t start giving me gd notifs about this

@artdecosupernova-writing dropped SO MANY shorts this week, so here’s the tag, go nuts; also a post on the planet holeph that i am eating with a spoon

we now have such amazing faces to put with the cast of @elshells’s agent ace (courtesy of @illjustpretend)

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Outpost Updates Taglist: @tabswrites @writernopal @freedominique @asher-orion-writes @liv-is @starknstarwars @captain-kraken

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