#anyway... babbling to the void here i know

[thingswhatareawesome]

have super torn through the materials from the $bp, nice to make good progress on some characters though (like march/himeko/yukong and their light cones as I mentioned earlier). also did a ton more work again on evaluating relics. making sure to max out any gold ones that have 2+ needed substats. been trying to be conservative with the resources but that's holding my characters back, they're weak bc of low relics. so i think i've been too picky waiting. so yeah, so long as it's got the right main stat and at least 2 substats, i'm upgrading.

also then had to take a ton of time to do more with salvaging to then generate more of the material, and i really struggle with salvaging what really isn't a great item vs but what if a future character needs it or what if a 2/4 pc bonus combines with unexpected stats and gets recommended in the guides, like i wouldn't have suspected healing stats being needed on what looks to be non healing relic types. so hard to know what's trash and what the guides are going to suddenly say is useful. (and jfc is everyone going to end up in hackerspace?)

but doing my best. trying to use mats and not just hoard them for 'just in case' when characters need them now and i can tell it's why i'm so much weaker than other players. and trying to learn, like i know it takes me so much longer to pick up this information (just finally getting to where i understand pity and 50-50). wish there were a bit more info on this stuff for those of us who're new to hoyo games (like my dabbling in genshin never got me to gearing and evaluating stats so sr is basically my first).

not that many levels left on the battle passes, i'm in the 40s, so yeah, it'll be a bummer when that dries up. bc there's quite a while left before the new one.

[chocogi]

Wherein the Creator is also known as the Holy Puppeteer, courtesy of the people she puppeteered around to see Teyvat in its glory.

Your hair stuck to the sides of your face. The trench coat you threw on to brave the snowy walk to the mall fluttered behind you, tattered and torn.

You were bleeding, you were tired, and you were running.

They shrieked and glared at you. Babbling about disrespect and Creator and death.

Hot tears slid off your cheeks and froze on the ground.

Your lungs burned; blood and soot decorated your clothes. The footsteps you left behind in the pristine snow of Dragonspine stood out with crimson charm.

Your blood stained the snow and laced it with gold. The snow foxes emerged from the icy corners and watched you flee.

You are alone.

Your skin is sickly pale and painful, golden strings erupted from your fingertips, grappling for anything that may save its master.

You play them around for your entertainment. You watch their stories play and do nothing. It is out of your hands, you didn’t know.

You didn’t know, you swear you didn’t know.

The strings thicken and wrap around you, hopelessly providing what little insulation it can to preserve your body heat. You’re getting desperate, the hot pain of the string and the stinging cold of the icy winds muddling your conscious. Everything’s a blur and you don’t know what’s happening anymore.

Why are you here?

The snow crunches under you as you fall, wrapped in a cold, golden cocoon of string. And suddenly, you cry out in relief.

Warmth spreads through you. You hug yourself and immediately flinch. It’s so warm, why is my skin so cold?

You distantly notice you stopped shivering.

The heat ramps up but your skin still feels freezing and soon you curl up and what is happening-

It’s too hot, why is it so hot-?

Your vision blurs; not that it matters, all you see is a wall of gold anyways. The heat feels like its boiling your blood and in response you try to rip off your clothes, push the pretty walls away, anything to balance out the sudden heat you’re feeling.

Black spots invade your sight and soon your wall of gold is a cold dark void.

Your body slowly stops moving as it puffs out your last breath.

A shimmery golden.. mass is not really what Albedo was expecting to see in the desolate land of Dragonspine, but here he is.

Even more surprising is the flora growing around and on it, uncaring of the freezing winds and the lack of soil.

If there’s no soil, there wouldn’t be enough nutrients for it to even bloom, right?

Maybe it’s another spectacle waiting for him to study.

Unsheathing his sword, he trims off the stray threads and cuts into the mass of suprisingly durable string.

The Cinnabar Spindle falls to the ground. Lifeless black, as cold as the snow around your carcass, bore dread into horrified teal.

Constellations littered your pale skin and the fading cosmos stay visible in your irises. If that wasn’t already a dead giveaway to who the body belonged to, the golden string from your fingertips is confirmation of your identity enough.

Without waiting another minute, he buries all the string, cuts it off and away from your fingers, picks you up, and bolts for his lab.

The rest of Teyvat who knew Albedo are left to question why Klee disappeared along with him, why neither of them can be found anywhere, and why Teyvat slowly caves in on itself.

They look to their statues of you only to be met with more puzzlement when they’re met with a cracked and curled statue, once smooth marble now jagged at the edges, and gold stripes from their anguished, stone eyes to the bottom of their cheeks.

The statue itself is surrounded by a puddle of molten gold and withered plants, the sight allowing the forming pit of despair in their guts to grow.

aka chocogi challenges themself on how to say you dont know anything about hypothermia without saying it directly

sorry lmao i was dead for some time

edit three people want a part two so have my brainrot

[mysteriouslyhopefulstranger]

((I've created my own DOAI AU called Adopted AU involving my Mystery Skulls Animated OC, Alice. In this AU, Alice was born in Eastridge Canada instead of the USA. Clyde kill her parents while her mother was pregnant with her, but Simon managed to stop it before it could kill the in utero baby. Simon managed to send help to get the baby out and took it upon themselves to become the new father. Knowing that their touch is toxic, they've been handling her with blankets and gloves. Dr. Lankmann hears of this and gives Simon a little deal: He'll offer some money for Simon to use for Alice's basic needs. In return, Simon will offer their veldigoop for him to experiment on.

So what if one day Lankmann decides to "sweeten" the deal?

Here goes my wierd-ass writing...))

A tiny toddler lifted up a piece of paper with thick scribbled lines drawn next to each other, one tall and brown, one small and red, and one tall, pointy, and purple.

Simon hunched closer to observe the drawing. It seems like she was trying to draw people. A tentacle hand spilled out of the mouth of the mask to point at the paper. "Oh? What's that?"

With a big toothy smile, the toddler pointed at them.

"Me?!" Simon's smile widened to the point that their brown teeth were visible. "It's beautiful!"

The little girl giggled.

DUN DUN DUN! The front door thundered.

Simon's smile dropped to a frown. Here we go again. They answered the door, keeping it only ajar so that the innocent child couldn't see the visitor. A figure wearing a black hat and coat with yellow skin so tightened against his face that his teeth were permanently visible. Red screens replaced his eyes. Metallic hands. Dr. Herbert Lankmann, or at least what's left of him.

The cyborg stood with a massive syringe in one hand and the other hand in his pocket, the donation money. Simon exposed their arm. Without blinking or wavering his red eyes from Simon's face, Lankmann stabbed the needle deep into their flesh, threatening to come out of the other side of the arm. Simon gritted their teeth, letting out a quiet, strangled grunt. They knew it was on purpose. It was as close to a revenge he was going to get. Herbert yanked the needle out, now filled with black veldigoop. He pulled out the money from his pocket. "Thank you for your contribution." He buzzed sinisterly. Simon just snatched the money, "Mmm-hmm."

Lankmann cocked his head past the scarecrow veldigun, eyeballing the little girl. Her back was now to him, so she wasn't able to be spooked by his grizzly appearance.

"Ahem," Simon coughed, "That will be all?"

Lankmann kept his red screen eyes fixated on the babbling girl. "It's been two years, yes?"

"Yes, she's two."

"She looks rather healthy. You've been using the money well for her?"

Simon's mask eyes squinted in suspicion. Or at least it seemed like they did. "Yes?"

"May I speak to you outside of the house?"

Simon paused. A tentacle slipped out of the mouth of the mask and formed a hand pointing "one moment." They turned back to the inside of the home, "Flock!"

The purple void bird poked its head from the hallway.

"Keep an eye on Alice. I'll be outside. If she tries to put something inedible and small in her mouth, or gets hurt in anyway, send me a call."

The Flock gave one nod and hobbled closer to Alice. Alice looked up to her playmate and giggled.

Simon stepped outside and closed the door. "What is it?"

"She has been with you for two years, and I have yet to see a discolored pigment on her arm or a horn." Lankmann put a claw to his exposed teeth.

"And?"

"Is she immune?"

"I've been extremely careful in handling her. I keep my gloves on and wrap her up when handling her or any objects that I give her."

"But she still is in the same proximity to you and the Flock. Constant exposure can still change a human." The twisted doctor crossed his arms. "I am willing to give you an even bigger donation if you are willing for me to do some tests with her."

A hissing sound came from the scarecrow. "You think I don't know what you do in that place?! I'm not letting you handle a baby there!"

"If she is immune, we could use her blood as a vaccine to prevent veldigun sickness! She could save lives! You could save more lives."

"And if it fails, what will you do to her then?" Simon growled, looming over Lankmann.

"Give her back, of course!" Lankmann purred.

"I don't believe you. I'm not giving her to you."

"You sure? Baby's going to starve soon." Lankmann's smile widened as he chuckled.

Simon hitched, realizing what he was threatening. With a snarl, the mouth of the mask opened wide revealing a glaring purple eye and two hand tentacles ready to fight. Lankmann didn't budge. "Simon, do you really love her, or is that really my brother?"

Simon froze.

"The only reason you can feel any amount of pity towards humans is because you stole it from him. Anyone else, and you would have devoured her."

They went quiet for a moment. But then...a deep chuckle. Fine. If he was going to go there, so were they. " You know, it's funny. You two came from the same man. If Clyde became such a sadist after eating your father, and Simon here," they put a hand on their chest, "was such a kind man, who was left to inherit Clyde's cruelty? I guess that's why Simon managed to have a family that loved him. Meanwhile you were alone, and from the looks of it," they pointed at Lankmann's revolting face, emphasizing it, "you will remain alone."

Bullseye.

Lankmann growled and punched Simon in the jaw. "I'M THE ONE TRYING TO FIND A CURE FOR MY PEOPLE, AND YOUR KIND JUST EATS AND SLEEPS!! IT'S A WONDER THAT CHILD HASN'T WANDERED OFF INTO TRAFFIC!! YOU THINK I'M CRUEL NOW?! I COULD SEND THE ENTIRE POLICE FORCE TO YOUR DOOR AND GIVE THEM THE PERMISSION TO RIDDLE YOU WITH BULLETS IN FRONT OF THAT INFANT AND SEND HER OFF TO THE WORST FOSTER CARE SYSTEM I CAN FIND!! AND THAT WOULD BE THE MOST MERCIFUL THING I COULD DO!!" He took a deep breath, his mechanical parts creaking from the rise and fall. "I'll give you until our next meet up." With a turn of his heel, he stormed off.

Simon grunted as he popped his jaw back in alignment. Fucking hell! He reentered the house.

The Flock chirped in worry. Alice frowned and pointed at Simon's face. Black veldigoop was dripping from the mouth hole of the mask.

"Oh! I got a little boo-boo! I'll be fine, little one!" Simon forced a smile. "Anyway, what have you two been up to?"

Alice babbled in response while Simon pretended to understand what she was saying with "Oh?" and "Is that so?" Yet as their conversation droned on, Lankmann's words crept and clawed at the back of their mind.

Not your kindness. Not your pity.

Simon wasn't their name when they were "born." Their personality was most likely not theirs. But...they still made the decision to act on it, like how they chose to take up care for the orphaned newborn.

....Right?

[crystallinestars]

Hi:) How you’ve been lately? Oh gosh it’s me again.

Well seems like that they didn’t put Kaveh into Alhaitham’s banner. It was such a relief lmao. But still hyv had a better way to ruin my day. I decided to read some of Sethos voice lines and it’s something (well, u know what I mean). For all these days I tried to create a bubble without any ships involved and here we are again.

I want to leave this sh already but I dunno how. I mean I’m so hyperfixated on it to the point where I just can’t imagine myself without logging in this game again and again. Is it generally normal🙃 I don’t think so

Hoping my hypefixation soon is over and hyv will get a lot of hate from yumejoshi🌚 oh wait they did, but from ‘those fans’.

I’m so sorry if I had ruined your day with me babbling here♥️ but I really needed someone to share it with. Anyway I hope you’re doing well and not forgetting ‘bout health♥️

Привет! Если тебе легче на Русском писать, то можешь со мной по Русски общаться ^_^

Don't worry about ruining my day. I know how hard it can be to bottle these feelings up, so feel free to talk to me about anything you want to get off your chest! I'm always happy to hear you out, especially if it helps you feel better 🫂

I was also super relieved that Kaveh escaped the Alhaitham banner allegations. Lots of Kaveh fans who don't like his ship with Alhaitham were celebrating all over the world today 😆

I heard about the Sethos voicelines from 🍓 Anon, and the anon pointed out that the voicelines are more neutral in original Chinese text compared to English/Russian. But alas, we both know Mihoyo will never stop shoving Kaveh and Haitham together in some shape, way, or form. They won't stop even if the yumejoshi lash out at them (they did during Haitham's beta, but it didn't stop Mihoyo from going through with the key idle animation). BL pandering earns too much money for them to stop. The best thing to do is to not give Mihoyo your money and try to distance yourself from the community.

If you have been playing Genshin every day, then it can be hard to stop playing suddenly. Maybe you can restrict yourself to only play on the weekends, or try finding something new to hyperfixate on, like a new game, book, anime, etc... It won't fill the void that Genshin might leave, but in time, I think you can get over it. It's a lot easier to quit if you grow tired of the core gameplay of Genshin, though.

Alternatively, you can change your password to something super long and convoluted, so that you'll forget it and be unable to log back into your account. This is a bit extreme, though.

Regardless, I hope you can get over your Genshin hyperfixation since it sounds like it's just making you miserable. Maybe go outside with friends or family, visit some of your favorite places and spend time in the real world. It is not worth to feel depressed over fictional characters when there is so much more to life.

Sorry for the long reply, I don't mean to tell you what to do. Take things at your own pace, and feel free to vent if you need to, I'll hear you out 🫂

[the-travelling-witch]

Hello! I'm sending this to my favorite writers to enable you to brag about your own writings! (But don't feel pressured to reply and take your time!) :D

Pick one fic you wrote and would recommend to us readers for each of these genres:

Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/No Comfort, AU (any AUs!), Selfship (If you selfship!), [Insert a genre you've written but is not in the list].

Have fun, and just a reminder to always be proud of what you created!! You're amazing!! We love you!!! 💗

Extra // Feel free to ramble on why the fic is your favorite, whatever thinking process you have when you wrote it, which part(s) are your favorite, etc!!

ahhhh this is such a cool ask to get, thank you so much!! also your favourite writers? and that includes me of all people??? don’t mind me, someone might be cutting onions in here 🥺🩵

i hope you don’t mind me rambling, i might have gotten a little carried away ^^; (i’ve also not really heeded the one per genre rule, i’m just bad at picking one or the other hshsh)

Fluff

one of each huh? i think we’re already running into a problem on the fluff genre, i don’t really have anything to recommend, i’m afraid; none of them really stand out to me personally (that aren’t aus or so), so i’d much rather talk more about my other works

Hurt / Angst

now to hop into the categories i really like talking about, hurt and angst!! :D out of anything comfort related, i think i like my period comfort scenarios for both obey me and twst. i wrote them to alleviate my own pains in a way, but it’s great to see other people getting comfort from them as well (also to all my folks who told me you felt included by the gn reader instead of a fem reader, i see you and i love you)

with the mushy gushy stuff out of the way, let’s dive into my absolute favourite genre to write ever, angst (no comfort hehe ^^); here’s the problem to not list too many fics but i’ll use my spare from not naming a fluff fic :]

long-time ramble and tag readers will know what to expect; what could’ve been is the first angst fic i really got into and could’ve easily been a series if i had thought about it at the time. while looking back on it, sure there are things i could’ve done better, but it still has a soft spot in my heart and despite the low notes, it’s the fic i got the best feedback on ever (those asks, comments and reblogs are so precious to me, you have no idea)

similarly a million miles away and the loneliest (same premise, different characters) are some of my favourites too. overall, in its entirety, i prefer the former, i think most parts in there came out very well. however, if i had to pick one part out of all eight that i would recommend, it’s xiao’s part from the loneliest, it didn’t gather as much attention as part 1 but my friends left so many amazing comments in my document and i myself love how it came out, which makes it so special to me

Selfships + OCs

while i do selfship, i hardly ever write about it on here (or much in general outside some hcs i pester some moots with); for one, i find it hard to write about, my thoughts seem to leave me the second i try to type them out. i also don’t think many people are interested in the topic anyway and i hate feeling like i’m shouting into a void (i’m trying to keep a lid on how much i babble on dash anyhow, with varying amounts of success ^^;)

i thought i read ocs on the list, so i’ll include them, as well, especially since i have a little more to say than about selfships, considering i post about some of them every now and then. dantalion and his story part have a special place in my heart, not only because he was the first oc i introduced, but also bc his part resonates with me most, i think. while not seen much of yet, i also took a liking to my twst oc cheron, i think he’s fun!! (ofc i like my other obey me ocs too but these two are ranked a little higher hshshs)

AUs

this one… might be obvious. i think we can all see the modern au coming from a mile away (perhaps even from a million miles away haha). it’s kind of the only au i have really going on but, even so, there’s a reason my inbox fills up the second i mention it. though, when i wrote that piercer! xiao fic all that time ago, the au wasn’t even a thing in my mind yet, funny how that works. it’s currently on a bit of a hiatus but it’s certainly not dead ^^;

more excitingly however, and as a treat for the people who’ve read this far into me rambling about my own writing, the aus in my drafts!! i want to work on all of them (and then work on none of them)

the oldest of the three i’m thinking about is my haikyuu isekai au. i’m 10k into the draft (plus like 2k notes) and i still think the premise and plot is super fun (i was thinking/hoping it would end up somewhere between 20k and 25k) buuut the problem is i’m currently stuck on one scene that’s just not turning out fun at all, so i’ve been neglecting it ever since ^^;

second on the list of aus that occupy my mind is my twst pokemon au!! this one is more recent but i’ve been enjoying doing world building for it + the people i’ve let read over my first draft of a intro seem to have liked it too!! i’ll have to give more intense and focused thought to brainstorming the story we’d be follow, but i get excited every time i think about it hehe

and lastly, the most recent thing i worked on, an au for barbarian bakugo and… well i won’t say anything on the identity of the reader yet. it is a little enemies to lovers and i have already planned out part 2 in my head despite not even remotely finishing part 1. it doesn’t help that the book i’m reading rn evolves the same themes and makes me think about it every time i look at it or pick it back up :]

(there’s also an au i might want to write for mermay but idk if i can finish it in time + the bakugo au weighs heavy on my mind rn hshsh)

as a last point, i’m also keeping in mind that i had an event planned!! i haven’t finalised it yet and haven’t given much thought to my own entries but maybe i can get there some day (perhaps towards the end of the year?) ^^

anyway, thank you so much for indulging me and prompting me to talk about my writing, as you can probably tell, i love doing that haha and thank you again for the kind words, it really means the world to me <3

if you have any questions or thoughts on any of these, feel free to ask me!! i’d be happy to talk about any of this :> (though i can’t promise fast replies…)

[bigskydreaming]

Okay, having a rare high spoons and no specific plans day, so want to try working through some Logic Snarls in one of my original projects by the time-tested method of Babbling at People About Them Until It Makes Sense In My Head. Anyone who remembers me talking about one of these before (and even if you don't), ask away to Unleash the Babbles. It'll be helpful to me, and possibly interesting for you? That's what Management said anyway. Idk, I just work here

Changelings (modern urban fantasy, check my #changelings 'verse tag for more details)

2. Waveriders (one of the focal planets in my big space opera universe, this one's about a bunch of people living on a gas giant in floating cities with sky pirates, cyborg ghost dragons and chaos angels. Title comes from people being born with the ability to mentally hack one of nine different kinds of wavelengths/energy....think like how ATLA has airbenders, firebenders, etc.....this universe - well, planet - has echoriders, who can hack or manipulate sound wavelengths with their minds, brightriders, who can hack light wavelengths, shockriders manipulate electricity, boomriders kinetic energy, etc. There's no One Avatar To Rule Them All though, nobody can hack all nine kinds of energy, its not ACTUALLY Avatar, that was just the closest association) - more here

3. Patron and Muse (from the same space opera universe as the above, just a different solar system, its a closed solar system that's kinda like the mysterious Bermuda Triangle of space....none of the other civilizations know what's in there cuz their ships vanish into it and pop out the other side without ever crossing the space in between, and meanwhile all the people on the planets inside the solar system have never left their bubble even though they travel between their planets & have no idea what goes on outside their system. Title comes from mysterious god-like psychic entities the people in-system call 'patrons' who are assumed to be a species that transcended their physicality eons ago and are only stirred to show interest in the affairs of mortal beings when art - or more accurately the emotions & thoughts that inspire it, and that it inspires in turn - attract their curiosity. There's a kind of symbiotic relationship between patrons and muses - artists who attract the attention of a patron - as art is the lever that can literally move planets in this system.....as muses can inspire patrons to invest the art that interests them with supernatural qualities or powers. Paintings can act as portals that transport between worlds, songs can heal, dances can show the future, sculptures can be brought to life, architecture can warp space and time, etc).

4. Me being a cheater who cheats and saying 'eh anything related to my Citadel shared fantasy universe, as though that isn't an umbrella covering multiple projects, like so and also so and also so so.' (The Citadel is a high fantasy universe based on the premise that a pantheon of gods with their own unique attributes all had a civil war, were banished from the One Prime World and scattered across the void that was the as yet unmade rest of the universe and all created their own worlds, peoples and magic systems utilizing just their own divine nature. So there's a world and magic created by the God of Time, a radically different water world created by the God of Dreams, a physics-defying one created by the Goddess of the Forge, etc, etc. The God of Memory created his world out of his memories of the old one but its a chaotic, half-formed place of unreality due to the fact that he's a narcissist who only remembers the stuff he bothered to pay attention to, so his world is full of holes in reality and natural laws that don't make sense because he doesn't remember how things are supposed to work and lacked the imagination - or failed to prioritize - bothering to fill in the gaps himself. The Goddess of Vengeance created a moving planet that drifts through the universe stalking her prey, the other gods who betrayed her in their civil war and sends her legions of followers forth to sow chaos on the other gods' worlds whenever her planet drifts within reach of one of theirs, eclipsing their suns. Etc, etc)

[puckrph]

"THE SUNSET TREE" STARTERS

taken from the album by the mountain goats. feel free to change pronouns, etc. tw for mentions/implications of familial abuse, drug use, and suicide

"i walked down to the corner store just before nightfall in my bare feet, the black tarry asphalt soft and hot." "i spread out my supplies on the counter by the sink, looked myself right in the eyes: st. joseph's baby aspirin, bartles and jaymes, and you. or your memory." "i ducked behind the drapes when i saw the moon begin to rise." "down there in the dark, i could see the real truth about me as clear as day." "if i make it through tonight, then i will mend my ways and walk the straight path to the end of my days." "my friends don't have a clue." "down in your arms, i am a wild creature." "i write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook." "i write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook—but in the long tresses of your hair, i am a babbling brook." "i broke free on a saturday morning, put the pedal to the floor." "my broken house is behind me and good things are ahead." "i am going to make it through this year if it kills me." "i pictured the look on my stepfather's face, ready for the bad things to come." "the scene ends badly, as you might imagine, in a cavalcade of anger and fear." "there will be feasting and dancing in jerusalem next year." "the delicate balance has shifted." "let's pretend the fog has lifted." "now you say you love me, pretty soon you won't." "if we get our full three-score and ten, we won't pass this way again." "kiss me with your mouth open." "stay sweet." "if we live to see the other side of this, i will remember your kiss." "indications that there's something wrong with our new house trip down the wire twice daily." "you're the last best thing i've got going." "what am i supposed to do? no way of knowing." "so i'll follow you down your twisted alleyways and find a few cul-de-sacs of my own, because there's only one place this road ever ends up, and i don't want to die alone." "let me down gently." "you were looking at the void and seldom blinking. the best that i could do was to train my eyes on you." "we scaled the hidden hills beneath the surface, scraped our fingers bloody on the stones." "we kept our friends at bay all summer long and treated the days as though they'd kill us if they could." "we were wringing out the hours like blood-drenched bedsheets to keep wintertime at bay, but december showed up anyway." "i went downtown, sold off most of what i owned." "there's bound to be a ghost at the back of your closet, no matter where you live." "there'll always be a few things, maybe several things, that you're going to find really difficult to forgive." "there's gonna come a day when you feel better. just when that day is coming, who can say?" "they will shake their heads and wag their bony fingers in all the wrong directions, and by daybreak we'll be gone." "by daybreak, we'll be gone." "i'm going to get myself in fighting trim, scope out every angle of unfair advantage." "i'm gonna bribe the officials. i'm gonna kill all the judges. it's gonna take them years to recover from all of the damage." "when your chances fall in your lap like that, you gotta recognize them for what they really are." "nobody in this house wants to own up to the truth." "i am going to regret the day that i was born." "i'm dreaming of you." "there's no good way to end this, anyone can see." "i am young and i am good." "if i wake him up, there will be hell to pay." "alone in my room, i am the last of a lost civilization." "but i do wake him up, and when i do he blazes down the hall and he screams." "held under these smothering waves by his strong and thick-veined hand, but one of these days i'm going to wiggle up on dry land." "try hard to do your best, the magpie will have his way." "remember what we had here when there was something left to save." "it took all the coke in town to bring down dennis brown. on the day my lung collapses, we'll see just how much it takes." "some things you do for money, and some you do for love."

[kdramaxoxo]

Hello! I love your blog and your content, so much so that I actually rejoined tumblr just because I wanted to be able to follow your blog 💜

Oddly enough, I came across your blog while doing a Google search for gifs of W: Two Worlds to share with friends to show them the cool special effects because I was (okay, I still am) obsessed with the show, which is neither here nor there, but that’s the true story of how I wound up following you lol That’s probably entirely too much backstory for the main purpose of this message.

Anyway, I saw your post(s) about an anon looking for WLW content suggestions and while I know I have sadly not yet watched a lot (I’ve only seen 1 GL show and it was so bad and non-LGBTQ+ inclusive that I genuinely wish I could unsee it). While I don’t have a show recommendation, I do have a movie recommendation!

I recently watched The Beauty Inside movie from 2014 or 2015? with Han Hyo Joo, which had some really lovely GL scenes in it between the leads (in my admittedly novice opinion). It did, however, make my bi heart flutter and I’ve watched it 3 times now in the past few days (one being immediately after I finished watching it for the 1st time). Which is either a testament to how good it is or to my ADHD.

Despite probably not being inherently intended to be LGBTQ+ in nature (maybe it is though and I just need to do more research), I found that it was very bi/pan leaning(?). I’m not sure if that’s the word I’m looking for, but hopefully you get what I mean 😅

I feel like this was probably better served split into two separate messages, but I’ve come too far to backtrack since I’m on mobile lol Sorry for babbling!! However, I hope that my admittedly small contribution was worth it for someone and if it was complete trash, that’s okay too lol

Hi Anon!

I'm blown away that my blog brought you back to tumblr!

This ask basically made my month. Here I thought I was just rambling to the void and it's so nice to know you like my blog - you're so sweet and thank you for the backstory!

HUGS Anon 💕

As far as k-drama gls (technically a lot of them are queer instead of specifically gl) a lot of them are a bit unwatchable, or let me rephrase that: They're so low budget that there's not a whole lot of writing going on and they are usually so short that character development is just not a thing. I mean, half of the dramas on my list are 10 minutes TOTAL. To be faire I've watched plenty of bls and thought "NOTHING IS HAPPENING" and they have much more to work with so I try and just support all the LGBTQ+ K-drama media anyways lol!

As far as the beauty inside, I'll check it out! I don't watch a lot of movies but I could definitely fit in a film with a sprinkle of bi/pan in it!

What I really want is a better funded lesbian k-drama rom com. Like, gimme 30 minute episodes and I want 10 of them ok???ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

[tiny-titan-exo]

Shasur-Tor had been a Knight for so long, he did not know how to be anything else. But, he didn’t need to be anything else than what he was, and he reveled in that.

Now that he has been Risen, it was harder not to be anything else. More was expected of him, more tithes were required of him, to prove his loyalty. He kept his head down. Do your own work, and no one else’s. It’s all you could do.

He did not remember his past. Unlike his brethren, he had not wanted to find out. He remembered that strange Titan that had been there when he was first Risen, how they had cupped his face and told him he was beautiful. He still felt those small hands on his chitin, even now. But why? He didn’t know. He wondered if he’d ever want to know.

His Ghost had been very kind to him. He had named her Wyrm, after an old tablet he’d read once that had told about the Worm Gods. It felt fitting, that such a small thing of Light should be given a powerful name. He kept her safe, and she watched his back. They were a good team, and he felt very strongly about his little light, and had threatened on several occasions to prove just how far he’d go for her.

But, thankfully, he hadn’t had a reason to follow through. Yet, anyways.

Shasur had been assigned to protect one of the temples that littered the underground of the Throne World. He was thankful for this position, for even though it was horribly dangerous, it came with a certain amount of prestige, particularly since this was one of the few temples that Savathûn had wished to keep safe from the Scorn.

He kneeled there, in the center of the cathedral like temple, his shredder held up in front of him. He felt an odd sort of peace here, like everything was as it should be.

Like a blade shattering glass, the silence broke. Something was flying above him, scrabbling to reach the terrace above, trying not to alert anyone below. It wasn’t a Wizard, and definitely not an Acolyte. It was a Lightbearer, a Titan. And a familiar one at that.

Shasur-Tor howls an alarm, letting a few warning shots loose, just missing the Titan’s arm, as he stands. He can feel a rush of movement around him, Acolytes rushing up the steps to cut off the encroaching Titan, Wizards hissing their songs, calling on their magic to stall the Lightbearer.

He had neither the Acolyte’s will to prove their valor, nor the Wizard’s magic. But, he did have something neither of them had.

He can feel his own Light burning within him, and with a single movement he had leapt up the stairs, leaving a trail of vibrant void energy behind him. The Titan had been backed into a corner, just a few feet away from the portal that would have taken them to safety. Their glaive flashes as they slice the Thralls down, making a desperate run for the portal.

The Knight growls with rage as the Titan disappears in a flash of green light, and he follows through the portal, running so hard he almost crashing into the Guardian.

The portal had closed behind them, and the Titan was making a lot of distressed noises, but Shasur-Tor did not rush his kill. He would savor this.

The Exo’s helmet had been dislodged, and it was babbling something in that grating human language, backing away from the giant Relic Blade held in the Knight’s hands. “Please, please, Shasur-Tor, you know me! Please.”

He raises the blade above his head, feeling the pause just before he swings it down, like the whole throne world was holding its breath.

Finally, a familiar voice breaks the Knight’s focus.

“Ah, yes. The Lovers; In-Anâhn’s Folly, and Clovis Bray’s Madness.”

Savathûn’s shade loomed above them both, the well of memory before them coming to life with the touch of the Titan’s hands.

“I knew you two would meet again, but when and where, well..”

A Knight had appeared, projected up from the well, and beside it, a Titan, clasping hands with the Knight.

“Now, I know you don’t remember, but that doesn’t mean your lover forgot. In fact, I’d go so far as to say your forgetting only made your dear Guardian remember all the more. Isn’t that just sad? Guardians are so caught up in the remembering and the forgetting that they don’t see everything in between.”

Darrix’s mouth was hanging open, eyes locked on the projections coming out of the well. Shasur-Tor felt his hands twitch. What nonesense was this? A trick of the Guardian’s? No, this had the Witch Queen’s magic written all over it. What was this, then?

“See, you two were once quite the pair. It’s funny, really, that two such different things could bond so closely.”

He lowers his sword, his gaze moving from the well to the Titan still on the ground before him. He could feel something rattling around in his brain. A memory, a thought, a dream.

“And what will you both do now, hm? Will you both part ways? Will you destroy each other, as all Hive will? Call me curious.”

He kneels down, slowly, letting his blade fall to his side.

“Who are you?”

The Exo’s voice was shaking when he finally responded, clutching the mark around his waist so tightly his hands were glitching.

“I-I’m Darrix.”

[marshmallowsqoosh]

[Ghost (Band) | Ritual of Ascension: First Draft]

So I’m having... A Time(tm). AO3 being in limbo is proving kind of helpful, in that, it’s not... looming over my shoulder, but words still aren’t working too great. So I figured, hey, I can do some rough draft sharing/behind the scenes shit/lore posts

And I can queue them! Anyways, I’ll post the rough draft first and then, after it, will be a spiel of me just... babbling. Cuz I can.

Ritual of Ascension (goes to AO3 because I? Never posted a tumblr version for some reason??? uh...if people want it I... guess I can transfer it?) was the first fic I posted for Ghost but I don’t... think it was the first one I wrote...? I feel like Pro Memoria was, but I honestly don’t remember anymore. Anyways, here’s the first draft, before it turned into 7.5k worth of trauma.

obligatory content warning for character death. not as graphic as the published work, but still there.

The paralytic only lasts for a few minutes. Long enough to restrain everyone and gather their remaining ghouls.

 Terzo can't see anything to his sides, but he can hear the ventilator keeping Primo alive. He thinks he can hear Secondo trying to curse, but can't get his lips to move or make much more than a detached groaning that he suspects is meant to be a growl. It feels like a cruel joke. His mouth tastes metallic and his body feels... like nothing. He doesn't feel restraints but he doesn't feel his hands either. He only even knows he's alive because he blinks so... slowly. His eyes wander the room—dim and filled with the familiar incense of the Rituals.

He hears... voices. Muffled, like his ears are stuffed with cotton. Not voices he recognises through the thick haze. He can't even really make out the words or what's happening. He sees... a line of robed figures that he can't make faces out for. And... Ghouls. Unmarked Ghouls and... their Ghouls.

 Cowbell gets pushed forward. Even through the thick cotton, Terzo can hear the distressed noises coming from his throat. He doesn't fight being pushed to his knees, doesn't try to get away when a much larger Ghoul plants a foot in his back. He's still not fighting back—Terzo knows he can, he's wriggled his way out of fights before and away from Alpha trying to bully him and Earth trying to pull him off stage. He can get away, he has to—

 The sledgehammer comes down and shatters the mask. The body doesn't dissipate fast enough and a puddle of void lands a at the feet of onlookers. His heart pounds in his chest and he strains to move his body. Anger. Fear. The others need to run. They can get away, why aren't they running away.

 Special is next. He isn't distressed. He's furious. His mask has already been removed and he's clearly regressing to his feral state. But he doesn't snap at his captors, he doesn't fight being pushed down any more than Cowbell did. He looks over at Terzo for a split second—distress overriding the anger—and doesn't even flinch when the hammer comes down on him, next.

 Him. He's the reason they aren't running. Was it an exchange? Did the robed figures promise his safety if the Ghouls cooperated? With their deaths—?

 Earth is next, but... the executioner isn't the one that pushes him down. Earth kneels on his own; the executioner is pushing another Ghoul forward. One that stubbornly digs his heels in and tries to plant himself against the urging. Literally dig his heels in. Bare heels.

 Mountain.

 He keeps trying to get away; but the executioner just grips his shoulders and keeps him in place. He thinks Earth must say something—he can't make it out, even as his hearing starts to clear up. He can hear Mountain trying to muffle a terrified sob when the hammer gets pushed into his hands. He doesn't lift it until the executioner starts to make towards a table behind the other Ghouls. There's a protest before he swallows it and finally raises the hammer just enough that gravity can help the weak grip he has and the hammer shatters Earth's mask. He backs away as fast as he can, clearly still shaken up and desperate to be out of the room, but simply shuffled off to a corner.

 Each Ghoul gets their turn. Rain opts to taking Water's mask away and force him to dissolve to a puddle that melts into the void that seeps back into Hell, instead of shattering the mask. He refuses to let go of it, even when it gets him backhanded and knocks his own mask off. Not enough to shatter it or damage it; but enough that he starts losing his form until Swiss gets close enough to help him put the mask back on and gently leads him to the corner with Mountain. He still has Water's mask.

 Cirrus and Cumulus both turn away, relying instead on their control of the air around them to raise the hammer and letting it fall to shatter Air's mask. Terzo's positive he heard him tell the Ghoulettes it'll be alright.

 He's never seen Sodo scared. He's never seen him struggle like he does with the hammer. He thinks Sodo begs Alpha to just melt the mask. His fire isn't strong enough, Alpha's should be—but the executioner is quick to remind him that they aren't allowed to use their abilities or the deal is off the table. So it is an exchange.

 Omega's last. He doesn't fight, same as the others. But he doesn't look up at Aether. His attention stays on Terzo for as long as possible. He thinks he hears a whisper of I'm sorry, but can't discern if it's Omega or Aether.

 "Now then... we pass the robe properly."

 Terzo still can't move. He hears the protests from the new Ghouls—he hears overlapping exclamations of you lied! and you promised!—but he's too numb--physically and emotionally to care. His Ghouls would have died with him. They didn't need to be executed and Copia's Ghouls didn't need to be subjected to the trauma of killing them...

 But the deal wasn't for Copia's Ghouls. It was to control Terzo's Ghouls. He still can't talk. When he gets pushed down on the execution block, he can finally see his brothers. Primo is being kept alive just to see this. Secondo looks furious, even in his immobility. His head feels thick with fog again and he's only vaguely aware of arguing. He's only vaguely aware of the apologising above him.

 It wasn't supposed to be like this—this wasn't supposed to happen, I'm so sorry—

 He wants to tell Copia it's okay. He wants to tell the Ghouls it's okay. His brothers. He should probably just be grateful Father isn't here.

 If he were, they would make Terzo face him; the sounds of his father's voice are a desperate hallucination in his final moments. Father isn't actually in the room—

 I'm sorry, Valentino is the last thing he thinks he hears. But he still refuses to believe Father was there.

♠                          ♥                            ♠

So this was initially barely 1k and one of the earliest things I wrote if not the earliest. I didn’t know much about the lore (i.e. the second wave of Era 3) and I hadn’t looked too much into Era 1 or 2, at that time. 

Primo and Secondo’s Ghouls--while I’ve always believed Ghouls were generational--didn’t quite exist, yet, beyond Earth was Primo’s and transferred to Terzo.

I’m about ninty percent sure I wrote this after early drafts of Pro Memoria, because that was drafted up in response to my bestest enabler informing me of the theory that Terzo died during the embalming process, not when he was injected. And then this happened because he informed me of a tweet. Neither of us have the original tweet anymore, but the gists of it was 

"So we only saw terzo get poisoned, what if the others had to watch as they executed/decapitated him"

and this was the result lol.

Anyways some small fun facts:

(1) During the refining process to post as something coherent, I actually ended up falling down a hole of research into demonology and refreshing myself on the various entities in Hell, as I choose to believe each Ghoul is assigned to  specific Devil. (I’ve only really touched on it in the Ritual of Summoning chapters and it was mentioned, briefly, in the two Phantom pieces) and the executioners were initially going to have the seal of Eligos on them, as they were meant to tie into the transition between Prequelle and Impera. (As Eligos, according to the Ars Goetia, “knows the future of wars” and Impera’s theme is one of war.)

Unfortunately, I don’t think I actually got to that, past a brief mention of the sigil, but not one detailed enough to name them, because I was still figuring out how Ghouls operate, in my head, a the time.

(2) As with above, this was written before I’d given the Ghouls too much thought, as to how they operate, beyond “Hell-summoned void creatures given form”. As such, there are a few inconsistencies between this fic and the “main timeline” I write in, in that here Rain is able to remove Water’s mask and has his own knocked off; wherein the more refined timeline I work from now, the masks are more solidly attached to the Ghouls and cannot be removed without their summoner’s permission, up until Era 5, where their contracts have been altered to allow them free reign to remove their masks on their own, if they want (or specifically need) to.

It was also before I’d fully thought about how their powers work, implying a Fire Ghoul could melt theirs; this has since been refined that they can damage their masks by heating up (i.e., I am firmly of the belief that Sodo’s horns on his helmet are white because he’s overheated and burned the horns so many times and cooled them that they’ve simply lost the original black coating) but they cannot destroy them, even if they take them off and try that way.

(3) When refining the draft into the published version, I had learned about the second wave of Era 3 and did have a moment where I considered including Ifrit, Mist, Zephyr, and Pebble; but, I couldn’t quite justify juggling that many Ghouls at the time and I’ve no desire to rewrite something already published, even if I have found a way to viably do it. Maybe as a one off, one day;;

(4) In a second or third draft, I considered having Omega kill Terzo. While the idea was set aside, as it didn’t fit the theme of the story (passing on the robe, as it were), I do still have a variation of the scenario scribbled down somewhere. 

(5) I don’t actually have any other fun facts, I’m just still really proud of how this turned out, especially for it being such an early attempt at writing (as in like... a week after getting into the band... it’s fine)

So uh. yeah! I’ll probably queue up a few of these, there might even be some disembodied scribbles that got scrapped from the main projects or maybe some of the AU shenanigans. we’ll see. /)(\ thanks so much to anyone who took the time to read ♥

[thefangirlthatwaited]

Encounter (Chapter 103) A Destiny 2 fanfic

Crow x Guardian

"Ok, I'm here, but it seems I'm not the only one." " Caiatl's forces tried to secure this facility ahead of us, but they weren't able to make it past the towers. Keep out of sight." I look out in the distance and see multiple Seraph Towers. "Let me guess. Can't turn them off?" "Nope. You're on your own with this one." "Thanks anyway, Ana. I'll let you know when I'm in." "Could you hurry?  When the Warmind is fully restored, we'll need this location to access the orbital station and its Warsat network." "You know, Clovis. You are more than welcome to help me." I point out." "And how?" "I don't know. Maybe think of something instead of babbling insistently in my ear!" I hear Ana laugh in the background as Clovis mumbles something I don't understand but after that he's quiet. Alone, and with my void I was able to get past all the Hive and Serpah Towers fairly quickly. I thank the stars each day that I have this invisibility. Cayde's greatest gift to me. I enter the bunker and in the distance can her shots. "All right. You're in the bunker. Heads up, I have no idea what internal defences are like. Stay alert." 

I felt like asking if there was anything she did know but I bit my tongue. This wasn't Ana's fault after all. She was doing the best she could with the little intel we had. "Look at the state of this facility. It's an absolute travesty." Clovis grumbles as I jump down to a further part and discover the origin of the shooting. It was Xivu Arath's Hive. "Urgh. Seems the Hive beat us." "Damn. I was hoping we were quick enough." "Pfft. These Hive. Nothing more than pest." "Again, you're more the welcome to help." "Fine. I've re-established Level 1 Security Clearance. Opening the door for you, Guardian." "Oh. Finally! He does know how to help," There was more laughing from Ana and more grumbling from Clovis. At least someone found me funny. The deeper I get into the bunker the less light there is. It was almost pitch black down here. "Hmm, Ana. Would you happen to know why the power isn't on?" I hear beeping from her end before she replies. "Hmm. Power situation down here is pretty bleak. Our enemies are harvesting Arc energy from the reactor. You'll need to restore power to the inner doors to press forward." 

Full chapter on Ao3

[addle-pated]

Two in the morning CSR conversation

I just had to cancel something that was on auto-renew and I didn't realize it. We've all had to talk to the people who act as customer service representatives. I assume most of us hate having to go through the ordeal. I hate it especially because CSRs are often required to ask certain questions to try to retain you as a customer.

I know they have to ask, and I know my answer is no, and I know they probably often know my answer is no, but they have to ask it anyway. It bothers me, deeply, that the script they are often forced to adhere to (in online chat environments) makes them sound like walking advertisements for other product lines instead of people. As they do it I think about all the customers, like my mother, who respond rudely or become more and more nasty as it goes on, and I thought about those customers this time, too.

Maybe they actually are a sophisticated AI; who can say? And maybe speaking to an AI would be all right, if I knew that it was an AI. But I have great fury because I don't want these gigantic organizations to break down our human interaction into such things. I don't want to be a broken record speaking to a wall filled with adverts. But I have to be. And I just want to hug the wall filled with adverts for having to be a wall filled with adverts. I don't want them to get in trouble, so I listen and decline each time they try to give me a better offer, and I try to answer their questions even when I know they'll likely lead to more product offers.

I apologized a lot and said I knew they had to do this, but I couldn't help pointing out how it felt like we were saying our lines in a play. I felt like I was trying to talk to someone but product blurbs were getting in the way, and it was making me feel existential and crazy. The customer service representative posted a few things that made me think they weren't an AI after that, acknowledging my somewhat ridiculous long reply about it. It felt like they were able to talk AROUND the pre-made replies while still being required to use them, once we reached that point, for which I am grateful. I'm almost certainly overdoing this (but I'm not very good at feeling small feelings even about comparatively small things) -- and I don't know anyone who works as an online CSR, so maybe I'm way off base here -- but I couldn't stand the thought of not acknowledging to them that I understood how crazy this dance was and that I knew we still had to do it to get through the day.

Anyway. A poem for my customer service representative, forced to babble about product offers by a giant corporation to someone wanting to cancel service. A poem for that CSR, for whom I wish only joy and happiness and light.

Thank You For Contacting Us

When you boil away all the humanity Who is there, left to speak to you? Reaching across the void fleeting, ephemeral some echoes of humanity persevere.

[foxfictioncentral]

very legitimate questions

i know this is my blog so i technically dont need permission, but with me disappearing & reappearing spontaneously it just feels like the polite thing to do

would anyone mind if i posted

fairshaw content here

fics/links to fics on ao3 i’ve written that dont necessarily relate to my characters

spontaneous art of my non-wow ocs

[minho-hoho]

20:50 | Monster

⛦ 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖 ► Yandere AU

⛦ 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ► Yandere!Beomgyu × GN!Reader

⛦ 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 ► Mentions of violence, violence, crying, yandere themes, jealousy, intended lower-case

⛦ 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 ► 501 w

A/N ➛ good boy gone bad good boy gone bad good boy gone bad good boy gone badー anyways yall better prepare yourselves for txt stuff because that comeback is chef's kiss. was bored did this at 3am, yup yup. perm taglist is openn!! hope you all have an amazing day🤍

MASTERLIST

my lips were trembling, my chin quivering as tears flowed faster than my heartbeat.

it was always like that, we were arguing this way and it always left me wailing.

his jealousy was maddening, the dearth of a social life was something i couldn't handle anymore.

and this time, i made sure that my feelings were heard.

“i can barely go outside anymore! and whenever i do, you're always being a jealous prick! i'm so sick of it!” i screamed.

“please, honey. don't scream at me like that. you know it ends up...” he tried to calm me down.

“see! that's what i mean. you're a crazy monster. with your sick so called "lessons". always punishing me for having social interactions!” i bawled out. i wanted to get out of here, i wanted to let out my frustrations that were bottled in for so long. and i shouldn't have said anything, i shouldn't have let my mouth run loose.

monster.

i knew he hated when i insulted him in general, but i also knew about his particular hatred of being called a monster. it completely slipped out of my mind at the time, but i was going to remember soon enough.

“a monster? a monster?! you're the one who made me like this!” he sucked air through his teeth. at that moment, i realised that i messed up. how was i going to recover from whatever was coming? i just wanted to disappear into the void.

“honey... haven't i taught you enough lessons yet?” he made his way to me.

“look beomgyuー i didn't mean it, not a single wordー” i babbled, as tears were threatening to spill.

he harshly pinned me to the wall, i was sure to have bruises the next day. as soon as put his hands on my shoulders, tears were flowing like a river on my cheeks.

i couldn't look at him the eyes. he grabbed my chin, and made me look at him.

“honey, you deserve to be locked up, don't you?” he smirked and hummed to himself. “How stunning you'd look all chained up, only for me to see...” a sinister chuckle came out of his mouth, before he pecked me on the lips.

“beomgyu, please... i promise..i won't do it again...” i begged through my sobs. the thought of all the things he was going to do to me were racing through my brain.

his only reaction was to laugh.

“honey, look at you, so adorable, begging as if it was going to stop me...” he had a sly smile on his face, he kissed me one last time before tightening his grip on my shoulder and chin. his sly smile disappeared, and i was confronted with a death glare.

“what's going to happen next will make you wish i killed you on the spot. next time think about your words and actions, honey.” his grip tightened even more, and i hissed at the pain.

“i'll show you what's a real monster.”

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[lostalioth]

If you’re taking requests: being at an awards show with Tom Hiddleston and he knows you get hot for him rolling his shirt sleeves up to his elbows and putting his hands in his pockets, so he does it by accident but catches you staring and teases you in public and then fucks you in the car on the way home

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ; 𝘵𝘰𝘮

summary: “get in the back, would you darling?” he tried his hardest to sound sweet even though all his words sounded like growls.

warnings: smut, rpf, tom x fem!reader, nicknames [dove, darling], reader calls tom tommy a lot, degradation kink, unprotected sex, sex in a car.

notes: I’m gonna be honest, tom doing those things also gets me going lmao! I have no idea why just him doing that is attractive. also I just realized I didn’t add the awards show part sorry!!

Thomas William Hiddleston is an unrelenting tease. He may be an unbelievably sweet gentleman, but he also can’t seem to help himself from teasing you anyway he can.

After dating for nearly four years, this man has learned everything that makes your gears turn.

Every little thing.

He teases you even when he doesn't intend to. You were stood in the parking lot of the small but fancy restaurant you just had dinner at with some mutual friends and your boyfriend. You and Tom stood with your back to the car you arrived in, and were chatting with your three friends. While one of them was babbling about how good the food was, you steal a glance at your tom by your side.

You feel your breath hitch in the back of your throat as your eyes are now glued to your boyfriend. It was such a simple action, he rolled his dress shirt sleeves up to his elbows and shoved his large hands into his trouser pockets. His chiseled face held a smirk, you knew he wasn’t intending to tease you. That was just one of those little things that over time the more he did, the more attractive you found it. It doesn’t help that he had been teasing you throughout the entire dinner. With little dirty comments in your ear, his fingers dancing up the skirt of your elegant dress.

As your friends are engrossed in a new conversation you push yourself against Tom’s side. “Tommy can we goo homee” you whine dragging the end of the last word out. Your hand rubs over his arm until you intertwine your fingers together.

All he has to do is look into your eyes. To see they are glazed over, and void of their original color as your pupils over took it. His cocky smirk only grew and you could tell his pants tighten around his cock. The both of you quickly excuse yourself saying how you have to get up early in the morning. Wetness was already pooling at your core, nearly ruining your panties. You were only growing more impatient.

Tom nearly peeled out of there, the minute the both of you were seated in his navy blue Jaguar. You were only halfway home, but the throbbing in your cunt was becoming unbearable. As Tom's gaze is fixated on the road in front of him, you begin to slide your hand over the obvious tent in his pants. He grows under your smooth hand. You can tell his knuckles begin to turn white, from the grip he has on the steering wheel.

“Dove just a few more minutes and we will be home” his voice sounded so deep it causes you to clench your thighs. “But i need you now Tom” you whimpered and continued to plam over his rock hard cock. You could tell as you pulled into the gate of your large shared home, he was beginning to become annoyed with his cock being confined.

Tom stops and parks the car only a half of the way up the long drive away. Your brows furrowed in confusion. You were only a few feet away from the house. Why was he stopping the car here? “Get in the back, would you darling?” He tried his hardest to sound sweet even though all his words sounded like growls.

You eagerly nod and climb your way over the console, and into the oddly spacious backseats. Tom gets out of the car and meets you in the back, coming in using the door so it was easier to climb between your legs.

“Look what you do to me dove, you like getting me all needy for you don’t you?” He teases as he slides his trousers down with his boxers. His aching cock is freed, slapping his still clothed abdomen. His reddened tip was already leaking pre cum. “You’re the one who was being a tease all through dinner Tommy” you groan in protest but proceed to slip your panties off from under your dress.

“How could I not, darling? You just look so pretty when you’re worked up” a deep chuckle escaped his lips as pushes his body further between your thighs, lifting the skirt of your dress up. The hot swollen head of his cock was now pressed between your slick folds. Your face was suddenly flushed as it seemed the temperature in the car was now exponentially hotter.

“You always get so slutty for me from a single little touch dove” he grins as he watches your face reaction to him slowly rubbing his cock through your folds. Just barely pressing his tip into your pussy. You hold back a whine, you were unbelievably needy by now.

“Such a pretty slut all for me”

After those sinful words left his mouth, his lips crashed into yours. You gasp into the heated kiss but shut your eyes and kiss back with the same amount of heat.

As your lips are busy occupying his you slide your hand between your bodies and slip his cock inside. He groans and smiles proudly into the kiss. “My needy little whore, can’t stand anymore teasing huh?” He questioned with a mumble against your plump lips. “Can’t get enough of your cock Tommy, just can’t, feel so good” you pull away from the kiss to let out a wanton moan, as Tom was now roughly rocking his hips against yours. He steadies himself by gripping onto your hip.

It took him not even a second for his bulbous tip to find that one spot. His thrusts quickly feel into pattern, abusing your g-spot. “Oh god, but you're a good little slut darling” he let out a low moan as the aching in his cock had subsided but the coil started to tighten already.

“All for you” you manage to nearly scream out in between your whines and moans. “That’s right dove. All mine. My whore. A pretty little slut drunk just for my cock” he growls. You clench down hard around him at the degrading names. They only fed the growing knot in the pit of your stomach. His hips slammed harder against yours now. The sound of his balls slapping against your ass and the mixture of both of your moans filled the heated car.

Both of you were fastly approaching your highs. Tom can tell you were close by the way you eagerly bounce back to meet his now sloppy thrusts. The closer Tom was getting the harder his grip on your hip was. “Cum with me darling, come on dove cum for me” he whispers softly as his lips now ghosted over your swollen ones.

“Yes Tommy, yes yes” your brain was starting to go fuzzy the closer your high came. You could barely comprehend what left your mouth by now. “Cum for me now darling” he had abandoned the degrading nicknames by now as his voice was filled with comfort and love, urging you on.

Your loud whine is muffled when Tom molds his lips over yours once again as your orgasms come crashing down on you both. The rocking of Tom's hips progressively slows down as the two of you come down from your highs.

With a small sigh and a short giggle you're the first to break the comfortable silence.

“You really couldn’t have just drove the rest of the way so we could’ve done this on our bed Tom”

note: yes I gave tom a jaguar what about it? also i managed to write a tom smut fic with no sir kink lmao.

[venushasvixens]

Ch. 11 - Fightin’ Words - Life is but a Dream (Spike Spiegel x Reader)

[A/N] to clarify before I begin, I do NOT hate Faye. There will be a following chapter to explain how we got from point A to point B, since now that I see it, this chapter seems like a stretch. I apologize if the writing is a little shitty, I got too excited when writing it, and I was basically vomiting words onto my screen. Enjoy!

Previous chapter: Ch.10

⛔️ WARNING: this chapter contains implied sexual content, drinking, and strong language

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There is a clear difference in kissing. One was for lust, meant to excite and give pleasure to the receiving, as a plus on to tie in all the ingridients for good sex. The other was for love, showing affection and those deep emotional feelings that both parties were in need of.

The lines were blurring.

Wanting this to be a strictly physical relationship, other elements started to incorporate their way into your escapades. And now Spike knows almost everything about you. Eating habits, what makes you laugh, and the type of people you hate. Talking for hours on end, both of life and it’s ridiculous nature, there was no off time between you both. It felt good.

The quiet moment after you left his room for your own, a faltering feeling of sadness and loneliness enters Spike. The urge to grab you and bring you back to his bed for the night was strong. He tried to get you to stay (always subtly), but to no avail. Well aware of your need for space, he always respected your decision.

The crank that was once rusty, was in Spike’s head as his mind ran endlessly of if you liked him or not. It was a thought, a discussion he wanted to put off for so long. The consequences of his doubt were going to hurt, especially when it was going to be that time to go. The reassurance that this was only a fling, a friends with benefits deal, was on its way to be tossed out of the trash chute into space.

“Trust me, Spiegel, I’ve had plenty of time as a child to know what I’m talking about.” You said as Spike passed you his cigarette.

“About what?” He asked, completely clueless.

“Rocks. Crystals, geodes. Have you not been listening?” You scolded, scoffing as Spike shook his head.

“The library in the city gave the orphanage books they didn't want anymore. My favorite book was the one about rocks on Mars, of course it was simplified for my small brain…”

Head in his hand, Spike listened as you rambled mindlessly of all the different rock formations on Mars. As much as he wanted to learn, he couldn’t help but be distracted by his acknowledgment of your presence. More specifically, the air you brought in the room. Spike began to think of it as his favorite perfume, sweet and sultry, with a hint of spice. It made him feel safe.

You were so attractive when you were educating him. He hated to hear it from Jet or anyone else, but you made it interesting.

“You’re pretty hot.”

“Huh? Oh, yeah thanks. Anyways, like I was saying…”You replied, flattered by his sudden proclamation.

“I’m serious. You’re talking all smart to me, and I can’t help but tell you that.” Spike smirked. “I think I learned more from you than in high school.”

You laughed softly. “I tell you because I know you’re dumber than a bag of hammers.”

“Is that so?” Spike raised his eyebrows. Why was your teasing making him feel even better? “You’re going to regret saying that.”

“I only have one, and not that.” You smiled slyly, the glint in Spike’s eye becoming more noticeable.

“I’m about to make it two.”

“I would love to see you try.”

You put your hands up to defend yourself, Spike’s smooth moves rendering you helpless. In a second, he had your arms pinned down by your sides, a deep throated chuckle emitting from him as he watched you struggle. There was no danger but that of falling to his charm and whim.

“I don’t regret this.” You panted.

“Sounds like the best decision I’ve made.” Spike mumbled, gaze traveling all over your face. He brushes the stray hairs from your face, fingers tracing your hairline and ears. He was so close, you could feel his breath on your neck, threatening to brush his lips on yours.

“Can I ask you something?” Spike broke the silence. You nodded eagerly.

“I-“ He began, cut off by the loud knocking on the door.

“Spike? Spike? Are you there?” Jet called out.

There is no answer, except you panicking over whether Jet sees you naked or sprawled out on Spike’s bed. The only sound that could’ve been heard was the thuds of you scrambling around the room, looking for your bra and panties. Spike watches in amusement, not caring at all at the dilemma you both were in.

“Yeah?” Spike called out, the clink of his lighter going off.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to come up to the bridge for a drink, got a few good bottles of gin from our last bounty.”

“I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Good.” Jet finished. Footsteps drew further away down the hallway and supposdely onto the stairs. You sighed in relief, getting dressed at a leisurely pace. Safe, once again.

“Y/n, you can come too if you would like.” The loud booming laughter of Jet filled the hallway, masking your dread.

This evening was going to be delightful.

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“Where's the gin?” You said in confidence, like you weren’t just caught in Spike’s room. Hopefully he wouldn’t see the slight limp in your step either.

“I have it, but I knew it would be a good bait to get some help up here.” He replied.

“Then I want at least half the bottle as a down payment. And an apology.” You scowled, taking a peek on the holo computer, skimming over the briefing for the next bounty.

Jet chuckled. “Now young lady, I have something very important to ask you.”

“Huh, you and Spike. I’m not too scared of yours.” You glanced at him, sitting in his seat.

Jet rested himself against the table, nodding. “I was going to say that us boys and Ed really enjoy you here. These last few months have been the best one this ship has seen in a while, and you are welcome to stay however long you want, kid.”

You knew you were doing well, but now you caught the bag. Jackpot. “You’re just saying that because I feed you all.”

“That's part of it too.” Jet grinned. “But I’m serious, (y/n). I think all of us could vote in favor of a new crew member. What do you say?”

Thinking, you remembered your freedom, sought as a child. That’s all you ever wanted, was to be out and allowed to do whatever you could. But deep down, the thing you really needed was a home. A family.

You could find that here on the Bebop. Even if you got a rocky start, it was smooth sailing for now. You felt wanted. That’s what you needed.

“Doesn’t sound too bad. I’m down.” You beamed.

“Glad you agreed, or else it would’ve been real awkward if you said no.” Jet replied, giving you a soft pat on your back.

“Mmm, would you kick me out if I declined this most generous offer?” You teased.

“Kid, you have my respect, I would let you pack first then throw you out.”

You cracked up, the deal was done. As you sat in your new home, you couldn't help but feel eternally grateful. “I really owe you one, Jet. You really got me out of a tight spot.”

Jet nodded as he searched for something on the control board.

“Was..was that how Spike came around? Picked him up like a stray?” You asked, surprised at your brazen question.

Jet stops messing with the controls, paused as he tries to peace his words together. “To be honest, I can’t even remember when or how Spike joined me here. He just popped up one day, and I haven’t been able to shake him off.” Jet gave a small titter. “Ah, (y/n). The man’s been through it tough.”

“Can I ask?” You said meekly.

“All that time spent together, and he hasn’t told you?” Jet chaffed, a smirk starting to grow.

Shit. “We haven’t spent much time talking today.” Fuck it, no use in denying it now.

“That’s what I thought.” He snickered. “Well, let me put it this way. A heartbroken man is a lonely one. He roams the galaxy in search of finding a way to fill the void left in him, either desperate to find something new. Or leave the void empty, allowing himself to wither away peacefully.”

“Hmm.” You replied shortly. A lot wasn't said, but it made sense.

“I’m only saying this once, (Y/n). He’s changing, and for the better. I haven’t seen him smile so much sober. I have to thank you for that.”

You made a change, as small as it was. You hear footsteps approaching the bridge, the sliding door opening to reveal Spike. As he quietly passes you by, he shoots you a small wink, making you blush. Spike sits down with a sigh, his legs propped up on the control panel.

“Easy, I’m still working there.” Jet warns as he hands Spike a drink.

“Then how come you're not sitting here?” He smirks, side-eyeing you to watch him kick up dirt.

You smile back, letting their conversation fade away slowly. This moment, you had to screenshot it. It doesn’t look like a normal family, but it wasn't dysfunctional. You had a crazy red haired computer genius as a sibling, along with a dog that you think could do math better than you. It topped nicely with a protective mentor and teacher with one robotic arm, and a man who you didn't think you could even get near without getting your arm bitten off.

Someone was missing. She hasn’t been seen all day, but that’s typical. As an official member of the Bebop, there was no back burner now. You could turn off your predatory instinct on your prey. The hunt on Faye was over. You didn't have to be her best friend, just tolerate her attitude enough when she decides to stay on the ship for longer than a day. You really didn't want to fight her, but sometimes she made it so difficult. Besides, you were too tired anyways.

The little get together was carrying on joyfully, now joined by Ed and Ein. Ed wandered aimlessly in all directions on the bridge, babbling on about all the buttons and flashing lights. You sat next to Spike in your own chair, feeling the small soft padded pushes of Ein on your legs.

“What is it boy?” You asked sweetly, reaching down to rub the top of his ears. He jumps on his hind legs, trying his best to climb up onto your lap. You cooed at him, picking him up and placing him snuggly on your thighs. You swore you could’ve seen him smile as your pet his fluffy face, massaging his soft head.

Spike leaned over, whispering. “Do you think I can get a massage too?”

Before you could respond, Ein gave a small huff, one eye opening to watch out for his competition. “I’m sorry, but the baby said no.”

Jet laughed as Spike smiled. You looked down to see that Spike’s glass was still full, while Jets was drained of all gin. You were working on yours at a slower pace. “You don’t feel like drinking tonight?”

“Hmm?” Spike looked down at his drink, sloshing it against its glass walls. “ Oh, I’ll get to it.” He said before reaching out and touching your back gently, his fingers tracing circles on your spine.

What a win-win situation, Ein gets to be loved on and you get to be petted, you thought. Goosebumps rose on your arms as Spike continued. The sky turned to night, all the stars in the galaxy could be seen from the bridge’s giant front window. Ed was curled up in a ball in front of it, tuckering herself out. Ein provided some warmth to Ed, loafing on Ed’s stomach. Their snores mixed in together, obnoxiously loud, but incredibly cute.

Spike never got to his drink, so he offered it to you instead. Two was all you needed to finish off the night. You took over Ein’s spot on Spike’s lap, your arms wrapped around his neck as you conversated with the boys. His hands rubbed the side part of your stomach before interlocking, his heated palms providing comfort. You wouldn’t mind falling asleep here.

The flash of Faye’s Redtail blinded you as she clumsily parked out on the flight deck. You didn't care as long as she didnt destroy the hangar, then you all would be in huge trouble.

“She’s home early.” Jet stated, watching as she stumbled out of the ship.

“It’s not even midnight yet. Think she missed us?” Spike called out sarcastically.

“Doubt it.”

This was the last of peaceful silence for the night, you thought. You were hoping not to jinx it.

BAM!

Everybody around you whipped their heads to the source of the sound, except yours, because you knew exactly who it was and what was going to happen. Ein used Ed’s stomach as a launching pad, frightened at the loud noise. What could you say, you have a knack for sensing a challenge. The only thing was, you were not in a mood to seek it. It was brought to you, sucking all good energy out of the room and switching it to a fireball of jealousy.

In walked a staggering Faye, pleased with her grand entrance. She tipped to one side, before switching to the other slightly. Just one look was all it took before you gulped the rest of your drink down, flipping the glass on its head. You could see out of the corner of your eye Spike’s focus was on you. His brows furrowed, head tilting as if to ask what were you doing. Your reply was a swift head rub, his hair swooshing.

“Evening, Faye.” Jet chimed, pushing the bottle of gin closer to his side behind him on his control board. There was no way she was getting any more tonight.

Your gaze changed to Jet, who you thought could also sense the new air in the bridge. He sat at the edge of his seat, arm resting on his knee. What was he waiting for?

A small hiccup bounced off the metal walls, prompting Faye to trip and catch herself on the main control board in the middle of the room. Her eyes closed, she began to shake her head side to side, a small manic giggle escaping her mouth.

“You just-just can’t keep your fucking hands off of him, can’t you?”

You felt a shiver of shock rest on your shoulders as you turned your head to face Faye. Before you could speak, Spike opened his mouth to defend you.

“The hell is wrong with you?” Spike retorted, his hands now pressed firmly on your waist.

“Everything was just fine without her, you-“ Faye snarled as she pointed to Jet, “just had to have a heart.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that.” Jet replied cautiously.

Faye circled around the control table, using it as support or else she tumbled over. A mumbled slur of insults, consisting of calling you a slut and Spike an idiot. She was drunk, you thought. Let it run off like water. She will be fine once she’s in her bed, snoring her way into a killer hangover. You couldn’t shake that feeling that you needed to start gearing up. You wiggled out of Spike’s hold, planting your feet firmly down as you lean on the control table.

“I..I honestly don’t get it.” Faye said aloud.

“Get what, Faye?” You piped up, the slightest shake in your voice.

Oh! So it can talk!” She cackled out loud. “Let me tell you what, since you asked!”

“Please, I would love to know.”

Her pointer finger shoved right in your face, furiously wanting to make contact. “I-I find it hard to believe that you managed to get him to fuck you.”

“Jesus, Faye, in front of the kids?”

“Fuck that! She’s going to hear what I have to say, whether the slut likes it or not.”

As angry as you should’ve been, coolness was all you displayed. The voice in the back of your head reminded you of unforgettable advice you knew all too well. Alcohol could be a very good truth serum.

“What a f-fucking slut … you know how I think y-you managed to stay on this tin can of a ship?” She muttered. “You have to be f-fucking the captain.”

“That’s enough! Leave until you sober up.” Jet stood up, standing in the space between you and Faye. “Not having any of that on my ship.”

You looked at Spike, face frozen in a silent menacing fury. Leaning back on the console, you kept glancing to see Faye moving further and further away towards the door. That was it, the show's over. But someone had some kind parting words.

“Hey, how about this! I bet Spike has to cover your face while fucking your ugly ass, I would too, you stupid-“

Your knuckles had never stung so bad, but it felt so good to watch Faye’s head swing back. A flurry of raged-filled punches landed on either side of her face, so fast it didnt give her enough time to react. Waking up, Faye gave a heavy footed kick to your side, prompting you to scream out in pain.

Each swing of her high leg swings missed as you ducked, giving you a chance for an uppercut into her stomach. You could hear the sound of the wind knocking out of her with each punch. Faye’s hand pulled your hair back roughly, fists meeting across your face, swiping your nose. Intense pressure built up, the threat of blood leaking out of your nose becoming evident. She wanted to play dirty?

We can play dirty.

You used everything you had in you. Scratching, biting, kicking. You were not going to lose. You did not give two shits if she was vulnerable, this bitch was going down. It felt like forever until you felt the strong arms of Spike yanking you away from the fighting ground.

“Hey, hey, hey!” You heard Jet roar, becoming a flesh and metal cage around Faye’s upper arms, taking a small beating as she tried to claw her way back to you. Ed was yelping and screaming at the top of her lungs, while Ein barked and yowled at the commotion.

“Stop, (y/n), its me you’re hitting, damn it!” Spike yelped as you gave the last swings, realizing that the fight was just about over. You panted, the painful injection of adrenaline overcame your body. You watched on in pity as Jet tried to get Faye to calm down. As you trudged back to your seat, with the help of Spike, the last word was finally given out of the door.

“Get comfy bitch, I’m going nowhere!” You screamed.

“And I know who burned your ship, but there’s no way I’m telling you, you dumb cunt!”

Other insults flew in your direction, but were ignored. You stood in disbelief as you let the major bombshell play over and over. Feeling the soft tug of Spike pulling you back gently down to your seat, letting you wallow for a second. He knelt in front of you, examining your growing black eye and red welts on your face. “Damn, that's going to leave a mark.”

You looked away from him, tears welling in your eyes.

“Oh (y/n), I didn't mean it like that, it doesn’t look that bad.” Spike apologized as you sniffled.

“It’s not that. I-its that..'' sobs so quietly, but causes the greatest quivering, “she knows who did this to me, and won't even fess up because she hates me. What kind of shit is that?”

Tears fell freely onto your lap, pain induced by your loss fueling more hurt. It was so cold by yourself, a shell encasing you in. Through the mists of your tears, the shell was just Spike’s chest moving closer in. The heat of his body provided consolation without words, the tightness and slight rocking bringing you down to a clearer, more relaxed consciousness.

“I’ll catch them for you.” Spike mumbled into your ear, his hands massaging the back of your head. “It won't bring anything back, but if that will make you feel better, I'll do it.”

This wasn’t an empty promise. There was sincerity behind Spike’s words, wanting to help you. It was now confirmed just how much you meant to him. He was willing to assist for payback. His offer was sweet, but it didn't feel right. This wasnt his struggle, it was yours.

You were going to catch them, and only God knew the hell you were going to bring.