#anyways i wanted to answer the questions that have been thrown around recently

[adoresia]

— Cold Truths

⋆.˚ CHARACTERS : Megumi and Toji Fushiguro

⋆.˚ SYNOPSIS : In which Toji opens up about how he got the scar on his lip

⋆.˚ WARNINGS : none

⋆.˚ SIERRA SPEAKS : first jjk fic kinda scarttt😣 this was requested by a new friend of mine!! 😋😋 (everybody clap for @mistymuimui ) anyways i got kinda lazy towards the end so i might change the ending a bit later but, HERE YOU GO!!,

“HA, beat you again. You know what that means, right?”

Toji exclaimed proudly before leaning back onto the couch with the smuggest look on his face, still playing around with the toothpick in his mouth from dinner previously. Both he and Megumi had been abusing the new console ever since Toji got it for Megumi’s recent birthday, although it seems Toji got it for himself considering he used it more than Megumi did.

This particular evening both the boys had been going for rounds on rounds playing a PVP game together. But you know Toji HAD to make a bet for whoever wins.

“Whatever, you cheated so it’s not fair.” Megumi protested. This was the 5th time this week he was on dish duty for losing against his father.

“Not my fault you’re so bad at it, get better.” Toji said while he relaxed his head back on both his arms, “Your hands are gonna grow wrinkles from washing these plates so much.” He laughed, although Megumi wasn’t all that amused.

“You say that every time but the bet is always whoever wins has to wash the dishes, it’s like you want my hands to grow wrinkles.” With his hands spread out in front of him, he looked at what essentially everyday dishwashing was doing to him cursed under his breath. His eyebrows unconsciously furrowed in protest.

“Like I said kid, get better.” Toji yawned the last part tiredly as he closed his eyes in victory, glad that he made it another day not having to wash any dishes.

Megumi just shook his head in annoyance, honestly how did it get to this point? Toji was such a kid he took back Megumi’s birthday present without actually saying it. Although Megumi wasn’t that annoyed, at least he got to spend time with his dad after all this time of not having him around. As he pondered this he recognised, that there wasn’t that much he knew about Toji. Only the fact that he was once part of the Zenin clan but escaped, barely… Megumi didn’t care, not until now at least.

“Your scar, why do you have it.” He questioned out of the blue.

“What? This isn’t gonna get you out of doing the dishes by the way.” Toji’s eyes blinked open from his light nap in confusion.

“Well that would’ve been a good idea but if I don’t do them unfortunately nobody won’t.”

Toji laughed at his response “You just called me lazy. No play station for you anymore.”

“You use it more than me? Can you just answer my question?”

“I was thrown into a pit with cursed spirits, fought them all and got this scar. They didn’t expect me to survive that but I did and now I got something cool to remember it by, wanna take a closer look?” He pointed at his scar, unphased by how serious the situation was.

“Why?”

“Why what, you ask too many questions ‘gum. I just answered you.” He waved off his other question and got comfortable on the couch again.

“Well, okay then,” Megumi answered, stacking the plates on top of each other while carrying them to the kitchen.

While Toji ‘rested his eyes’ as his head fell back onto the couch. Unwanted memories filled the void of his mind. Recollections from the past about the Zenin clan and their treatment of him as a child led to his current situation. The reason he could no longer continue to live while carrying the burden of the zen in name plastered to him. The reason he took Megumi’s mother’s last name. Fushiguro. The reason he had a constant reminder of his childhood every time he looked into a mirror, or a camera, or the photo of him and Megumi which sat on the Lock Screen of his phone.

All of these reminders manipulated him into not bringing any of his past up to Megumi, of all people. He didn’t want his son to think any less of him because he was treated so weakly as a child. That didn’t matter to him, the only concern he had was his future. But if Megumi had questions about his past, not answering them made him look even weaker.

Toji’s eyes had been glued on the ceiling for a while now, thoughts still lingering while time was ticking. He wasn’t aware of how much time he had spent sitting in all these memories of his past, and the sun was sinking as it lowered. The sky, was ablaze, with the fire of the setting sun.

During the time Toji drifted and circled in his ruminant flashbacks, Megumi had already cleared the dining table, cleaned all the dishes (against his own will), fed his dogs and was already in bed.

Toji grumbled in fatigue, pushing himself off the couch, and stretching his muscles into a more comfortable position as he stood up. After sitting all day and playing on Megumi’s console his whole body was sore, and seemed to have moulded into his sitting position. Simultaneously, he jaunted drowsily to his room, not before involuntarily stopping at the open doorway of Megumi’s bedroom.

Megumi played lazily across his bed in the company of his divine dogs beside him, with whatever book he was reading in his left hand while he used to other to soothingly pet his dogs.

“Why are you still here?” Megumi had noticed his dad staring at him for the last 2 minutes but eventually, it started to creep him out, because the lights in his room were off and Toji looked like a heavily muscular cursed spirit standing in the doorway.

“Why are you so rude I’m litterallyour dad.”

“I’m waiting for you to explain why you’ve been standing there staring at me for so long.”

Megumi was met with silence, Toji leaned on the doorway staring at the ground while scratching the back of his head trying to find an answer somewhere in his mind.

“Hello…”

“The zenin, pushed me into the pit” He blurted out.

“They didn’t like me much, thought less of me cause I had no cursed energy so I guess they didn’t want me ruining their reputation or whatever.” He yawned out.

It took a while for Megumi to process what he had just said and so the aroma of the room was quiet for a bit. Toji’s mind turmoiled into possible reactions from Megumi.

“Okay, thanks for answering my question.” Megumi returned before going back to reading his book.

“Why are you acting so nonchalant, you were the one who was so curious.” Toji questioned, was his awsome story not that interesting to Megumi?

“Yeah but I got my answer now so thanks I guess.”

“Wow that’s it? You don’t think I’m weak for letting them basically bully me?” Toji asked, questioning if maybe he put it off for so long for no reason at all.

“No? You were a kid. Aren’t all kids weak?” Megumi said still following the lines in his book.

“Nah not me, otherwise I would’ve been dead ages ago but here I am! With a cool scare on my lip. Do you think it’s cool?”

“If you say so”

“Just admit it ‘gum.” Toji walked away from the door towards Megumi attacking him with fake punches, messing up his hair with his fist.

He was glad that Megumi didn’t care as much about his past, however it did feel nice to finally share some of what happened to him as a kid.

“Okay okay fine it’s cool or whatever.” Megumi admitted, playfullytrying to fight off his dad secretly loving the time they got to spend together.

“Thank you for sharing it with me though, I was close to finding you a therapist” Megumi admitted jokingly.

“A therapist? The hell do I need a therapist for?” He argued.

“You were sat on the sofa with the meanest mug on your face, I know you were thinking about what I asked you.” Megumi admitted.

Toji grew embarrassed, he had not realised how wrapped up in his thoughts he had been. So much so that Megumi knew why he was so tense.

“Don’t watch me like that again. Let’s play another round of that game. Loser washes the dishes for a month.” Toji’s heavy figure jumped off of Megumi’s bed and ran out of the room like a child before he could get an answer.

“It’s not like I have a choice.” Megumi sighed in defeat, picking himself up and walking out of his room to see his dad, controller already in hand ready to beat his ass again.

“Hurry up and grab the controller boy, it’s about to be a whole lot of washing dishes for you this month.”

[midnight-talescape]

𝒟𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝐿𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒 (𝒴𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒟𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑜𝓃 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇)

Kinktober Day 16: Double Penetration in One Hole

I skipped yesterday because I was having a little burn out lol.

Also I love dragons, like how can you say no to a dragon?

You just don't, you just fucking don't.

Warning: Size difference, Dragon cock, double penetration, yandere a little bit, etc, etc you get the point not for kid

Genre: filthy filthy smut

Word Count: 3055

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Trap

Trap in this life.

Trap in this big empty castle.

A life full of lavish wealth and big empty cages.

A life of forced smiles, fake happiness, and loneliness.

You don't want to feel alone anymore.

You want a friend

So one night you sneaked into the treasury.

It didn't take long for you to find what you were looking for.

A whistle made of unknown material. You have heard it was a dangerous artifact that can grant the user a single wish, but it comes with a dire cost.

You didn't care, you took the whistle and blew a melody.

In your desperation, you didn’t question why there was nothing to protect the whistle or notice how the whistle seemed to glow within your hands.

You told the whistle your wish and your soul was laid out in the melody.

I wish for a friend

I wish to not be lonely anymore

I am willing to pay with my life and my soul

You waited and waited but nothing happened.

Disappointed, you sighed and sneaked back into your room.

I should have known it wouldn't work

As you fall asleep you don't notice the shadow in the corner that seems to gather around you.

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When the light hit your eyes in the morning, you sat up groggily mentally preparing yourself for another exhausting day.

You blinked slowly when you felt something around your neck. Looking down you saw the whistle hanging around your neck.

“Wha?” You wrapped your hand around the whistle,

Did I take it last night?

Just as you were going to remove it a smoke erupted from the whistle and wrapped around your arm. Your eyes widen and then suddenly you hear a deep voice inside your head,

Hello…

“H-hello?” You said alarmed, “Who are you?”

…I’m Kuro…you summoned me last night…

Your eyes widen in excitement, all alarms thrown to the wind.

After all, what can you lose?

“Are you my friend?”

…yes…you can call me that if you want…

Came Kuro’s voice again, almost hesitantly as if he wasn't sure what he should be qualified as either.

You smile brightly unsure if he could see you, but you were happier than you have ever been in years.

“I’m (Y/N), it's a pleasure to meet you, Kuro!”

It's nice to meet you, princess…

In a cave far far away, Kuro's face flushed, not even blinking as he looked at your smile in the water.

Want to see you

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You have fallen into a routine.

Wake up and say good morning to Kuro, who seems to be the black smoke that resides in the whistle.

He will wrap around your body as if to hug you, before giving you what you assume is a kiss.

Kuro will force you to go eat before returning to the whistle and you go on with your day.

You find it odd how in a short few months Kuro has possibly seen all of you.

At your best and your worst.

I guess it's a bit hard to hide from someone who’s with you all the time.

You have yet to see Kuro not answer when you call for him.

Kuro, Kuro, do you not sleep?

You called out in your mind as you watched the ambassador come in and go from the castle.

Usually I do it when I'm bored, but recently I have been too busy watching you…

You blinked at Kuro’s words, not expecting what he said, but grinned anyway.

Awwww do you love me so much that you can't stand not watching me every waking moment?

You have definitely gotten looser with Kuro, throwing sussy comments at him at random intervals.

Yes, princess… I cannot stand a single moment without seeing you. I love you, (Y/N)…

Your breath quickened as you heard him say that. Your face started to flush before you shook your head and ignored the weird look people gave you.

Don't say that, Kuro… I will think you mean it…

Kuro sighed in his cave as he heard what you said.

Why won't you believe him?

One day, one day he will let you understand…

…he meant every word he said to you…

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So, like, I'm pretty sure the Duke’s son is not his, because that kid looks nothing like him. Also, I came across his mistress fucking a guard in the garden…

You rambled on in your brain as the court took their place at the royal table, not bothering to converse with the other as they put on their fake smile.

Kuro will make little noise to let you know he’s still listening, and occasionally he will put in some input on whatever conversation you guys are having.

You have gotten quite good at pretending to pay attention while talking to Kuro.

“…are you listening, (Y/N)?” Came your father’s voice,

You looked up quickly surprised, before nodding,

“Yes, father…”

Your father nodded, before continuing,

“Then we shall prepare for your wedding…”

“Ye- my what?!”

Your what?!

You and Kuro's voices echoed with each other as you both expressed your shock.

Your father frowned at you, but repeated himself,

“You will be married off to the son of our neighboring kingdom.”

You couldn't remember what happened next, just a faint memory of Kuro being pissed.

You could feel his rage washing over you, threatening to overtake your mind. Before it just stopped, just an air of cold hard anger.

What would you like to do, Princess?

“I don't know, Kuro… what else could I do?” you whisper out loud into the dark, your eyes filled with confusion and fear of the future,

I will do anything for you, Princess… remember that.

Blow the whistle and I will come for you, my dear…

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You watched the oncoming crowd, your breath short and quick. You can feel yourself panicking.

The noise was too loud and the crowd was too big.

None of them were here because they felt happy for you, they were here for the benefit that this marriage will bring.

You were a tool and a pawn in the grand scheme of things.

I want to leave.

You thought to yourself as you looked at your fiance. Who’s smiling coldly and shaking hands with the guest.

He hasn't said a single thing to you the entire night, only ever looking at you with disdain.

I want to leave.

You thought again, Kuro hasn't been answering for days.

You were alone again.

You want to cry.

As you stood on the altar hearing the vow being recited, you felt the whistle hidden under your dress glowing warm.

Blow the whistle and I will come for you, my dear…

Kuro's voice echoed in your head.

Instinctively you pulled out the whistle from your dress and blew.

Within seconds the weather changed, you closed your eyes as the guest started screaming and the wind picked up, a roar could be heard from the distance.

When you open your eyes again, you finally see the source of the commotion.

A giant black dragon with red eyes was attacking the palace.

Instead of running away, you dodged all the guards and people who tried to grab you and ran toward the dragon.

You have never seen the dragon before, but you had a feeling…

“Kuro!!!”

The dragon looked toward you, its eyes turning to blue the second it saw you. In a split moment, it grabs you by your dress and throws you onto his back, before immediately taking flight.

You hold onto Kuro's neck and after a few minutes, you look down and see the kingdom below you.

Letting out a laugh you lean down and place a kiss on Kuro’s horn,

“You came! You came for me, Kuro!”

Of course, I did, a dragon always keeps their promises and you’re my favorite…

“Favorite what?” You ask as you try to reach for the cloud,

Everything, now be careful before I accidentally drop you.

“You will never drop me!” You said placing another kiss on his horn,

You couldn't see it but Kuro was blushing as he said,

What will I ever do about you…

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“Princess, wake up. You have been sleeping the entire day.”

You yawned and opened your eyes sleepily, before pulling Kuro down by his neck.

“No….I want to sleep…sleep with me Kuro…”

Kuro blinked as he felt something soft on his chest as he was pulled down. Unfazed he pulled you up and carried your bridal style, walking toward the dining room.

“Come on, wake up sleepyhead. How long do you plan on staying like this? You need to eat.”

Sighing you looked up and let out another whine,

“Then give me a kiss, like sleeping beauty…”

Sighing, Kuro leaned down and pulled your head up for a kiss.

Your eyes closed and you let out a moan into the kiss, as Kuro slipped his tongue into your mouth.

Kuro pulled your face closer to him, deepening the kiss as he explored your mouth. You let out a moan, your scalp tingling as he sucked the tip of your tongue.

When you guys broke apart a string of saliva connected the two of you before breaking apart.

You lay in Kuro's arm panting, your eyes watery, and your lip swollen from the kiss. Kuro looked at you unblinkingly, looking unfazed by the kiss.

But there was a dark look to his eyes of unrestrained desire, and his hand clasped onto your body tightly.

“Come on, time to eat, princess…” his voice was hoarse,

You nuzzled into his neck, before saying,

“Kuro….you’re hard…”

Kuro blinked before nodding his head,

“I am, I'm always aroused near you after all…”

“Y-you’re not even going to hide it?” You ask tilting your head,

“Why will I hide my arousal for you? I will never hide from you…” Kuro kissed your head gently,

Your face flushed and in an irrational moment you said,

“Wanna fuck?” Your eyes gleaming brightly,

Kuro paused before looking at you,

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yep!” You said excitedly pulling his face down into another kiss,

Kuro's eyes widen, his eyes turning red as he loses all restraint he has. Grabbing your face almost immediately as he kissed you in a almost violent manner, before breaking apart and biting down on your neck. You can feel his fang digging into your skin drawing blood, as he lapped it up greedily.

You let out a gasp of pain as your hand buried into his hair, allowing him more access to your neck.

Kuro ripped your dress off of you with his claw, before gliding his hand up your body.

Your body arches in pain as his claw scratches up your body, your face flushing in excitement and pain. Letting out a breathy moan as you felt his hand digging into your ass, while he licked down your body.

With a animalistic growl he picked you up by your waist, hooking your leg onto his shoulder before burying his face into your cunt.

You gasped and wrapping your hand around his horn tightly, as you bucked your hip toward his face.

Letting out moan after moan, as Kuro slipped his tongue into your fold, thrusting into you roughly as you wrapped your leg around his head, your body shuddering from the pleasure.

Kuro panted as he felt your hand around his sensitive horns, burying his nose into your cunt as he sucked on your clit hungrily.

You felt your body spasming as you let out a loud mewl and cum onto Kuro's face. Not even stopping to wipe his face, Kuro began walking toward his room as he hold onto you tighter eating you out along the way.

Your eyes water as you feel Kuro hold your clit between his teeth, grinding down, determined ti make you cum again before reaching his room.

After some time, Kuro removed his head from between your thighs. Looking down at your flush and trembling body, Kuro slipped a finger inside you to see if you were ready.

You let out a loud groan as he did so, your body still sensitive from your several orgasms, yet your cunt still greedily slurped in his fingers. Desperate for something to fill you up again.

You looked down when you felt something hot and spiky on your legs, and your breath quickened as you saw what was exactly on your legs.

You were looking at two massive cocks and to make it worse, it was nowhere near what a human cock was supposed to look like. The cock was covered in spikes, ridges and you can see that the base of the cock was covered in scales.

You gulped before quietly asking,

“Is it too late to go eat food?”

Kuro looked at you tilting your face up, his voice coming out hoarse as he whispered into your ears,

“What do you think, princess?”

Your eyes widened as he suddenly shoved one of his cock into you without warning, knocking the air out of your lungs.

You tried to scream but couldn't as the pain flooded your mind only being able to let out gasps and sobs of pain.

“K-Kuro it hurts… haaa… hurts… i-im being split open…”

Kuro wrapped his tail around your leg tightly, leaving behind an imprint of his tail as he held onto your waist.

“You’re doing great, princess… you’re so fucking tiny, princess…” Kuro swore as he fucked into you ignoring your cries of discomfort and pain,

His mind was overtaken by the need to fuck you within an inch of your life, no longer caring about your comfort.

After all you did asked for this.

Crying you wrapped your arm around his neck desperately kissing his neck as he slammed into you.

“You have no idea how long I have waited for you… I love you (Y/N)…” he groaned as he took hold of one of your hands clasping it tightly, “You’re mine, darling… I waited too long for you… I’m never letting you go…”

As you hear him say that you nodded your head desperately, your entire mind fucked stupid as your body trembled in pleasure and pain.

“D-dont let me go… I-i love you… I love you so much… it hurts…” you cried out your hand clawing his back but not leaving behind mark,

“I won't, you’re mine!” Kuro snarled his eyes a brilliant red, so unlike the usual calm and collected way he is,

Your body clenched down and you let out a loud cry as you came around his cock.

Sensing your orgasm, Kuro kissed your ears and held down your body, before whispering,

“This is gonna hurt…”

Before you can ask what he means you feel it first. Your eyes widen and your body froze, as you begin to feel like you can't breathe.

Kuro was shoving his second cock in your cunt.

You couldn't even move your body to get away from the pain as your body completely shut down.

Your eyes begin to stream with tears as your belly begins to inflate from the two cocks that are pushing inside your body.

Letting out a strangled cry you hold onto Kuro’s hand tightly as you take several breaths trying to distract yourself from the violent pain in your lower body

Without waiting for you to adjust, Kuro begins moving inside you.

“…s-stop… ahhhh! K-kuro please!”

Kudos thrust his cocks inside you as he kissed your neck.

“You can take this, Princess… Look at how well you're taking in my cocks right now…. Your body is so tiny and tight I can hardly move…” Kuro splayed his fingers across your stomach and pushed down,

Saliva dripped down your chin as your body arched and your mind completely blinked out, overtaken by pain and a violent current of pleasure.

“Good girl…” Kuro purred out as he watch your body tremble on his cock,

Kuro's eyes closed in contentment as he felt your body wrapped tightly around both of his cocks, he wouldn't mind dying as long as he get to die fucking you.

He has waited too long for this moment.

You cried and begged as he thrust inside you. You can feel the scale and ridges on his cock grinding on all the pressure points inside you.

Sobbing you tighten your body around his cocks, hoping that maybe if you get Kuro to cum quickly this violent painful act of sexual desire could be over.

Kuro grunted as he felt your body suddenly tighten around his cock.

Looking at you Kuro smirked,

“Keep doing that, princess, it will only make it feel better for me…”

After several hours your brain was completely mushed.

You felt Kuro's thrust getting rougher and sloppier before with a roar he came inside you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt your inside being overflowed by burning hot cum.

“H-hot… uurghhh.., b-burning, I'm melting… I'm melting, Kuro…”

“It's okay Princess, you’re doing beautifully…”

You nodded your head sobbing as your body kept twisting and convulsing under Kuro’s body.

By the time he was done, Kuro pulled himself out of you and you let out a whine as you felt the cum drip out of you.

Frowning, Kuro snapped his finger, a large ruby appearing in his hand.

Pushing you down and ignoring your struggling body Kuro begins shoving the ruby inside your cunt to plug you up.

“Stop! Kuro stop please…” you begged your body straining to get away,

“Will you rather I do this or will you rather I fucked you non-stop for two weeks Princess?”

Hearing this you let out a loud wail, finally realizing that maybe you have made a horrible mistake…

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“You s-said if I let you plug me up, you will let me rest…” you sobbed out as Kuro hold you down, plowing into your ass,

“And i’m a fucking liar, princess…” Kuro said shamelessly as he hold your body to him, leaving behind a trail of kisses down your spine as he let out a sigh of contentment,

He has waited for you for so long…

He can't even remember how long he has waited for you…

So when you blew the whistle summoning him he was ecstatic.

Finally… finally he can have you.

And now you’re his.

You were his, both body and soul.

As for the people who hurt you and the prince you were supposed to marry?

Well, they deserve what happened to them…

[casually-salad]

Hey I noticed you said you were getting mean asks so I wanted to give you a nice one to counteract it! You have an amazing cute artstyle that lends so well to the horror aspect as it's so deceiving. The fluffiness of the designs is adorable and your Pinkie Pie is LITERALLY the cutest Pinkie I've ever seen (and I've been in the fandom since like 2011)!!! I love the queer rep too! Esp the polyamory. Rarely have I ever seen polyamorous mlp content in the past over a decade, so it's such a treat to see.

Something I've found so interesting with these horror MLP AUs is how much the bury your gays trope (sorta) happens. Normally it'd be a problem but in these AUs there's literally SO many other queer characters that it almost feels like queer folk are almost reclaiming the trope? It's fascinating to see!

Another thing I love with your AU is the focus on background ponies and OCs (but with the inclusions of that adorable Pinkie Pie). Usually in terms of bg ponies all you see in these AUs are Redheart, Cherilee, Derpy, Dr. Hooves, Lyra, and Bonbon imo. There's nothing wrong with any of them, but they're the main ones I've seen. So it's extremely refreshing to see characters other people haven't really used! It's unique!

At some point I might draw some fanart of your characters if I get the energy, I love them a lot even if I have trouble remembering names sometimes.

Oh and I like that you're responsive when fans have questions, so I hope you get other good messages too to fill your inbox with positivity!

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH thats so niceys to me.......

i didnt get around to answering it for a bit because. i liked a little joy in my inbox (( and ive been a bit overwhelmed recently ))

i wanna say thank YOU for all the countless support youve given me for my funny little series, im happy to have you around!!!!!!! it makes me sooooo sad how often a lotta queer couples might just be used for drama ((appledashmylittleworms)) or constantlyyyy are getting murdered in front of eachother (( lyra and bonbon in like. every au )) it may be horrifying but love should prevail too!! it sucks to see a lotta stories just be one sided with everything, either they gotta have no ships because its scary or a bunch cuz its silly, you can do both!!!!!!!! i think bonds and relationships regardless of the types are really what make a story a story! and i know theres a lotta smack thrown at polyamory and it makes me so sad, i identified as poly for many years and although i dont anymore i think its CRAAAZY that people get so upset over it.... whats there to hate...... theres just more love for everyone.......

anyway- i just wanted to say thank you sooooo much for everything <3 and if you have any questions anytime id be happy to answer them, in inbox or comments or whichever works best for you!! im happy to engage and get people more immersed in my story! i know that i cant convey a everything perfectly (( thank my epic brain for that)) , i LOOOOVE answering questions. for real. i love quaestions. and although i may get nervous, please know i read everything and really appreciate it!!!!!!!!!!!1

[snowdropluck204]

Honey - Steve Harrington x Single Mother! Reader - pt 1

This is just from a random thought I had a little while ago and how freaking cute it would be, in this series, it's all set after the show is over and done with basically, there is no more trouble coming from the upside down, it follows the basic storyline with the other characters too, but Eddie does not die!!!

Anyway! Enjoy! _________________________________

3rd Person Pov

Steve couldn't believe his rotten luck. His mom had managed to grab him before he could leave the house for work, asking him if he'd take a basket of goodies across the street. Apparently some new neighbours had just moved in and she wanted to welcome them to the neighbourhood.

Steve's mother hadn't always done this, but after more and more people started to leave Hawkins because of the weird stuff that happened there, there were less neighbours around to impress.

He wished he could just say no, that he would be late if he did this, but he knew he'd hear and earful from both of his parents so he just nodded with a plastic smile, taking the basket and heading out the door. Steve knew he'd only have to deal with this for another week or so, most of his stuff had been packed up, he was just waiting for his next day off to move out.

Steve smiled as he thought about his new place, he couldn't afford a place of his own quite yet, neither could Robin, or Eddie, so they decided they would find a place together. The three of them got along great, even if Steve was the most mature one (truly a worrying thought). Leaving his green Family Video vest on the hood of his car, Steve made his way over to the house with the very recently added 'sold' sign.

He wasn't sure what to expect when he knocked on the door, actually, that wasn't true. He knew exactly what to expect. Nobody interesting ever moved here, it was probably an older couple, recently retired, looking for a place to finally settle. Or a couple of strung up desk jockeys like his dad.

So when a small girl, about four or five, answered the front door, coming down off of her tiptoes from reaching for the door handle, Steve was genuinely shocked.

She was tiny, chestnut ringlets that reached just under her chin, big brown eyes that made Steve melt and a cute smattering of freckles across her cheeks, holding a soft blanket and sucking her thumb. Steve was truly surprised, this was certainly not who he had expected, but he still bent down and put a soft smile on his face.

"Hey there, is your mom or dad home?" He practically whispered, his voice changing completely to accommodate the child in his presence. She mere nodded at him, reaching to grab his free hand and began tugging him into the house. This certainly was not how he expected his Monday to begin.

Being tugged by a being that was probably a quarter of his height was rather daunting, especially when he was also carrying a fairly heavy gift. Steve was fairly worried about being in a stranger's house, what if he never left it? What if this kid was a ploy to get people to enter? What if...?

All those questions went out the window. As he was dragged into the kitchen, his breath was taken by the sight in front of him. A beautiful woman, couldn't have been any older than he was, cradling a baby, swaddled in blue, close to her chest, humming softly. Somehow she was also able to make breakfast for the other little one, smiling as she did so.

To Steve, this was everything he had ever wanted. It was so pure, so sweetly domestic. That was when the beauty looked up, seeing him being led in by, what he now assumed was her daughter. Steve expected to have something thrown at him, in all honesty, who wouldn't when there was a random man in their home, holding onto their child's hand.

Her smile dropped slightly, but didn't disappear, she looked at her daughter and asked in a quiet voice, not wanting to disturb the baby, "Who's this Sam?" Steve felt his knees buckle slightly at the sound of her voice.

The girl, now known as Sam, shrugged her shoulders, let go of Steve's hand and wandered off, clutching her blanket still. Chuckling at the little girl, the woman's smile returned, waving Steve to the breakfast bar, offering him a seat.

Steve swallowed his nerves, that had sprung up very suddenly, and took a seat. The woman smiled at him, clearly seeing his nervousness, and offered him a cup of coffee, which he politely refused. The woman nodded, "So, why did my daughter drag you into the house? I assume you're here for something?" She asked, pouring a glass of orange juice and setting it down in front of him.

Steve smiled at the woman and nodded, taking a sip of the juice. "Yeah, sorry about that!" He said, scratching the back of his neck, "I just came to drop this off, my mom asked me to bring it over. We live across the street, I'm Steve, Steve Harrington." He told her, keeping his voice low and even to avoid disturbing the baby.

The woman grinned at him, looking at the basket his mother had made up, there was all sorts of stuff in there, a bottle of wine, nice cheeses, some bath stuff and a few other things. "Well tell your mother I said thank you, not many people would be happy with new neighbours such as us..." She trailed off, looking down and the baby in her arms, before her smile returned.

"I'm (y/n) (l/n), you've obviously already met Samantha, and this is Jamie." She cooed, bouncing the boy in her arms. Steve smiled at the woman, (y/n), what a lovely name.

Steve thought back on something that (y/n) had said, "You said something earlier, about not many people being happy with neighbours like you? What did you mean by that? Not that you have to tell me, I was just curious!" He stammered, not wanting to offend the woman in front of him.

(y/n) simply giggled, a honeyed laugh that Steve would do anything to be able to hear again. "It's not a problem, it's just that usually a woman as young as me with two children is usually only accepted by the neighbourhood if she'd married, which I am not." She chuckled, leaning to give baby Jamie a kiss when he stirred.

Steve felt his heart jump, a few times, she was single? Did that mean he may have had a shot? Obviously he wouldn't just ask her out immediately, she had two kids to think about first and she'd just moved in, she probably wanted to get settled before even thinking about dating a random guy that just walked into her home.

But the idea that he could be a part of this kind of life, waking up to two beautiful children every morning, his wife in the kitchen making breakfast, making sure he had something to eat and drink before he left for work or to get the kids to school, the idea made him ache.

Speaking of work...

Steve took a look at his watch and realised that he really was going to be late now, so he quickly swigged his juice, "I am so so sorry, I'd love to stay and talk more but I've got to get to work..." (y/n) looked up at him with shining eyes, confused at why he had shot up so quickly, "If you need anything," He began writing his phone number down on a sheet of paper, "Please give me a call, avoid talking to my parents if you can!" He joked, only somewhat serious.

Leaving his glass in the sink, he began leaving, saying goodbye to (y/n) and Jamie, and waving with a soft smile at Samantha, who had been peeking at him from around the corner, before leaving for work.

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Running from his car and into Family Video, Steve was already apologising profusely to Robin, who was glaring at him from behind the counter. He wound up being half an hour late, meaning Robin had to open up without him.

Robin began tapping her fingers on the counter top, something she only did when she was trying to calm her anger for Steve. "I get it, you're sorry! But what the hell took you so long! I had to cover for your ass!" Steve apologised again, shucking his vest on and starting to re-shelve the returned movies.

"I know, I'm so sorry! My mom asked me to take something over to the new neighbours and I sort of lost track of time..." He explained, his mind already drifting off to thinking about the woman he'd left behind, he would much rather be helping her move heavy boxes than be here.

Robin looked at him sceptically from across the room, she'd seen that look on his face before.

"Who's the girl?" She asked, blatantly. Steve panicked, dropping the pile of tapes. Looking back at Robin, she now had an annoying smirk on her face, she knew she was right on the money and was now being smug about it.

"I- No, there's- I mean-!" Steve tried to lie his way out of it, only to sigh and give up, he knew Robin knew him better than that, he wouldn't get away with it. "Her name's (y/n)..." He muttered, already feeling his cheeks turn pink at the thought of her.

Robin smiled in victory, jumping over the counter to get closer to Steve, already forgiving him for being late, now she was interested in something else. "I knew it! Spill! I wanna hear everything!" She cheered, it wasn't rare for Steve to be interested in someone, but for him to try and lie about it? Or even for the thought of this woman to make him so shy and nervous, she must have been something special.

Steve smiled at his best friend, "She's amazing, I barely know her of course, but she's sweet and thoughtful and has these two kids that are just ador-"

Robin stopped him.

"Wait, she has kids? Steve are you getting a crush on a married woman!?" She hollered, smacking his arm. Having feelings for a girl is normal for Steve, but a married woman is something Robin couldn't abide.

"Ow! No! She's not married, she's a single mom! She told me she was surprised my mom would send her anything because small towns usually aren't accepting her for being single with two kids!" Steve explained frantically, as Robin chased him, throwing pens at him.

Robin stopped in her tracks, "Oh, well that's okay then!" She said, "Anyway! Continue!" She said, beginning to pick up the things she'd thrown at him.

Steve shook his head with a chuckle, "She's got a girl and a boy, I don't know exactly how old they are, but one of them's still a baby. (y/n)'s just amazing! She's got the kids, but she still manages to make breakfast for them, with a smile on her face. She invited me in and immediately offered to make me a coffee, I said no, politely, but she still gave me juice."

Robin looked at him, "Wow, you're smitten!" She shouted, beginning to once again chase him around Family Video. And as Steve was running away, he couldn't help but question it... Was he smitten?

Yeah, yeah he was.

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I hope you guys liked this chapter! I do want to make this into a series, let me know if that seems interesting! Thank you for reading this! Xxx

[brucenorris007]

All right, it seems that a. . . not insignificant number of people take issue, or at least are upset by, the reaction of Sonic and friends to Metal Sonic in the final story of Heroes.

Yes I did just reblog that specific post, scroll down a just a little for reference.

I think the anguish and angst of Metal's perspective of the situation definitely warrants exploration; and HELL YEAH if we got to see that in any official media. I do caution against vilifying Sonic and his friends for how they reacted to Metal Overlord, though; nuance, everyone, nuance. (Not saying that was the intended purpose of that other post, I've just seen takes like that get twisted in fandom a lot before and would prefer it nipped before anything starts. Far be for me to want to even try to preach, of course.)

Would Metal interpret all the smack talk thrown at it as genuine hatred, as ignoring what might be a very dramatic and destructive cry for help? Yes, it's certainly possible. But A) Sonic and friends don't hate Metal whatsoever, since even Omega, who based his entire personality around destroying Eggman robots, gently gathers Metal into his arms after everyone else leaves and B) that angst isn't really theirs to address.

Keep in mind, the titular Heroes of the game are all teenagers and kids who just heard Neo declare "All living things, kneel before your master!" before turning itself into a lightning rod to trigger a transformation into Metal Overlord. Mitigating that alarming statement and the aggression packaged with it is their first priority; and if that involves a smack down, that's kind of Sonic's style anyway.

As for the fact that they lob smack talk in the first place, well, group think is a thing; and Shadow, amnesiac or otherwise, and Omega are both quite proud creature who don't kowtow to anybody, to say nothing of Omega's animosity for anything Eggman made. And honestly, I think Sonic might have been less likely to throw around and encourage smack talk if Tails and the other kids hadn't been present.

But Cream, Charmy and Tails were present, and being the youngest, likely scared of Overlord who, let's be honest, looks fairly monstrous. The adventure up to the point of the Final Story took all of three days when they were all on the move; worn out and frightened, people like Vector and Sonic would've carried themselves a certain way.

"Hey little buddy, this is just business as usual; nothing to worry about, yeah?" etc.

As for the line everyone knows from the Super Sonic fight of this game "You thought you could defeat me by transforming into a monster" yeah, yes, absolutely that isn't going to help Metal's turmoil whatsoever.

BUT. Consider the events of Sonic's most recent adventures: Chaos' rage, simmering for thousands of years, threatened to destroy civilization when it was released. The Biolizard, fused with the ARK, was minutes away from destroying the planet.

By comparison: "Oh, this guy doesn't care about destroying things, they just want a piece of me; I can handle that eight days a week!" would probably feel like something of a relief and a step down in tension and stakes.

Sonic's not out to hurt Metal's feelings, he's just leaning into what he sees as a fight with a rival. That Metal's personal stakes on the fight are much, much higher than that isn't a fact he's really privy to.

And the ultimate question at the end of it all, when Neo reverts back to Metal and, using the last seconds of a voice box it has left to ask "Why can't I defeat you?"

That question isn't really for Sonic to answer. It's not for anyone to answer except maybe Metal's shitty dad. Because there isn't a single thing Sonic could say in that moment that wouldn't worsen Metal's angst. I think the nearest to helpful that Sonic might have been able to give Metal that doesn't break character would have been:

"Because you keep trying to be me; and you're not."

Say what you will about whether or not Sonic and friends listened to Metal during final story, but Metal was never going to be able to listen to any answer Sonic had for it, no matter how helpful.

Literally.

Metal's programmed to see Sonic as The Enemy of All; to the point of paranoia. Despite the fact that Sonic's open invitation for a rematch is his way of saying he's down to hang out, Metal cannot interpret anything Sonic says as anything less than mockery, an insult or a threat.

In fact, that actually why the whole plot of Heroes kicks off; Metal's obsession with Sonic, with conquering the 'threat' briefly superseded its loyalty to Eggman. That's how deeply ingrained its fear of Sonic, and the pre-packaged identity crisis that comes with it, is.

Because that's the way Eggman made Metal.

[thesilent-o]

"Sir, could you--" Moxxie started to address him from the open doorway to his office. However, Blitzo cut him off before he could finish the thought.

"Sorry Mox, I don't have time to deal with whatever bullshit you have going on. I have more important things to do today." He said abruptly and stood from behind his desk.

He was quick to move past the smaller imp, who stood staring at him a little bewildered. Most days whenever Blitzo stated he had more important things going on, they weren't at all important. It was more of an excuse for him to just shove away whatever issue was going on at the office that he didn't care to handle himself. Especially whenever it came down to Moxxie asking him for something. This time though, it was more than just a lame excuse. Which was why his employee was confused when Blitzo actually brushed past him and out of the office. Generally, he would just shove Moxxie out before slamming the door shut in his face. This time, Blitzo was hurrying for the door that led into their office.

"Mox, I'm leaving you in charge of any new clients that come through. Just make sure you do a better job than last time, okay? I am actually trying to stay in business here. And try not to fuck up my office while I'm gone." And slam.

He was out the door with his last set of orders, not bothering to waste any time in answering any questions that likely would have been thrown his way. Blitzo was trying to play it cool, but truthfully he wasn't sure how long he would have been able to contain himself if he had waited around much longer. The request has come to meet and try to catch up. Smooth things over so to speak from a friendship he had thought for sure he had long since lost years ago. It was one fragment of the life that Blitzo knew and loved, just one, but it was better than nothing. With his father out of the picture and his sister estranged, Fizzarolli was all that was left of the life he had before he had become a skilled assassin. Before his heart had been broken in so many ways that it felt impossible to patch up. And if he could have a chance to reunite with that one fragment of his past, he was going to take it.

But he was anxious as he left IMP. His phone clutched tightly in one hand. Theyd reached an understanding the last time Blitzo had seen Fizz , but hadn't talked much outside that. Their lives had taken two totally different turns since the accident. And while some of their lives was very public. There were other things, smaller parts that neither of them knew about each other. It would take more than an understanding to heal fifteen years of misplaced feelings, avoidance and abandonment. This would be a start though, a step in the right direction. Blitzo had yet to tell his employees about this. Because it would mean discussing pieces of his past that he wasn't comfortable with. The bits that still made him emotional. That was best saved for now for those who had been part of it. Like Fizz. So, for now the meeting he had set up with him had been made without the others knowing about it. Not even Loona.

Blitzo had selected a low profile bar, figuring it would be the best place to talk without disturbance. Fizzarolli was famous after all and Blitzo had made a name for himself among sinners more or less for the job he did. Another less flattering title he'd earned recently was that of a homewrecker. And he wasn't feeling like being heckled by some uptight demon that might look down at him anyway just for being an imp. It was worse to be labeled the object that had led to the dissolution of the Princes' marriage. That was a whole other mess of problems he didn't want to think about. Which was why he had chose a bar to begin with. If he was about to talk about some of the deeper things he harbored, he was going to need a few drinks to get through it. There were reasons why he tried to bury all of things after all. And it was because he never thought he'd have a real chance at making amends.

Once seated, he checked his phone again anxiously while his other hand resided around the last drink he had ordered. Already on his second. Red eyes moved towards the door, wondering if he had maybe gotten his hopes up for nothing. Would Fizz really show up to a place like this?.

Plotted starter for @fizziifrxg

[arcadekitten]

There’s a question that’s been keeping me up at night… well, a few, actually. Is it alright if you answer them? I would be very grateful! <3

Are star witches born *before* they get baseballed into space, or is the shooting star like… an egg, that gives “birth” to a fully grown, mature adult? Or do they have a baby-to-grownup stage, where they just stay that way for eternity? Is there a common space where recently-born stars are kept and taught a basic education until they’re old enough for a “ceremony” to get launched into the stratosphere?

If so, what was Stella and Corona’s life like before they got thrown into space?

How are star witches MADE, anyways? Are they just like… born inside of violent supernovas, or something? Where do they get their clothes? Is it like… a two-for-one deal?

What kinds of “culture” and “traditions do they have? Is it for languages, foods, ceremonies, stories, clothing… or something more intricate?

Are there any star witches that are siblings or twins? Is each star witch unique and different, or are there some similar ones depending on how they were born? Also, are there any star witches with ‘imperfections’ and birth defects?

Are star witches lonely sometimes? I don’t mean lonely in a physical sense, but do star witches ever get lonely when there’s no one to talk to and truly understand them?

If two star witches get together, is there a special ceremony? And do they ‘merge’ or ‘join’ their respective planets together?

Other than Lambchop, have there been cases of other ‘subjects’ being disillusioned on other planets? What do the star witches normally do about it?

And finally… why do none of the other star witches share Stella’s belief that her “subjects” are just as real as she is? Is Stella unique in that aspect? Why does only she think that when no one else does? And also, why doesn’t she have the urge or desire to spread her control across the entirety of the planet? I know that she’s not controlling OR ambitious, but WHY? Is there some lore there, or is it just in her nature?

Thank you for taking the time to read this whole thing, I absolutely love your games and all that you do. :) Have a good day! (Or…. Night…. Idk 🤷‍♀️)

I will do my best!!

I can't answer much about their origins, at least not at the moment, but maybe one day! ===

'Culture' is subjective. Star Witches are so independent that I don't think they even have much culture outside of what we've seen. They don't have foods, or special cultural dances, clothing always changes...I'd say the most culture they have is what's in their nature and this pseudo-competitive society they've built for each other. That and of course, t the Batting of Stars, as well as the ceremony they hold when two Star Witches officially get together. ===

I don't imagine Star Witches to have siblings at all. Some might be similar, but that's probably just coincidence. Imperfections are definitely possible, though! ===

I think this is also a way in which Stella differs from (most) Star Witches, because she does get lonely. I don't imagine a classic Star Witch like Corona even knows the feeling. ===

There is a ceremony for when two Star Witches get together!! It is seen as a big cosmic event and a ceremony takes place if the couple wants it. Many Star Witches show up to this "wedding" of sorts where they use as much magic power as they can muster to bring the planets of the Witch couple together so they can orbit around each other, so they never have to be far from one another (even if traveling isn't that much of a hassle) ===

I imagine that there's been cases like Lambchop on other planets. The difference is that they're dealt with at the first sign of trouble, unlike he was. ===

Stella was just born that way. Perhaps in some ways it could even be considered one of those "defects" you mentioned earlier. She has an extremely caring nature and enjoys the idea of creating and having friends. Perhaps the reason she feels so in tune with her "subjects" is because she feels like they are much more like her than other Star Witches are. Stella's nature is definitely why she didn't go after the whole planet, but I don't think she did it on purpose, if that makes sense? I feel like some part of her subconscious knew that if she were to go after the whole planet, she wouldn't be able to be a standard friend to others so much as just a helpful figure constantly passing through. I think she likes the idea of having a regular friendly community where the people in it regularly see her.

[halfagone]

Hey! So I haven't watched Danny Phantom series for literal decades now, but somehow stumbled my way on this Fandom recently. Found DP x DC crossover is a thing and having absolute blast enjoying all those AMAZING fics, fancomics and arts!!!

What i want to ask is, since when DP x DC crossover is a thing? Sorry, i'm just really confused lol

One of us, one of us, ONE OF US!!

But in all seriousness, it's great to have you here! Always happy to see someone fall into endless pit with us (don't worry, it's a nice pit. Much better than the Lazarus Pits for sure). To answer your actual question, I will have to admit I'm not quite certain myself. I've perused DP/DC crossovers for quite some time, but haven't been around from the start. So if anyone knows any better, feel free to add on!

I know this was a very simple question, but I don't do simple. I write essays. So, sorry for that!

From my estimation, I would say most of this crossover starts with DP and Teen Titans. As you probably already know, FF.net has been around since before Ao3, and if you check the pages for DP crossovers on FF.net you can see that the DP x Teen Titans crossover has the most stories. You can also see that some of the very first DP x Teen Titans crossovers appeared in 2005. Which makes sense, seeing as DP and Teen Titans aired around the same time. This very likely contributed to some of the earliest crossovers between these two fandoms.

It definitely helps that Danny is, as we like to say, prime Wayne-adoptee material, and it all kind of goes nuts from there. I think early on there was a lot of either Danny/Dick fics, or Danny and Dick being twins or siblings of some sort. However, as more content aired with other Batboys, I'm sure that also helped with the variety of surprise (and/or mystery) siblings fics popping up. And then, of course, there's the ships. But we don't really need to get into that now.

I remember a time when DP x DC crossovers only had, maybe 100 fics on Ao3? Probably a little more than that? And this is with other fandoms thrown in there for some of these stories. I wasn't writing fanfiction for this crossover back then either, but as you can see it's grown a lot since then.

I don't know if this is technically correct (and perhaps an exact timeline would be helpful, but I wouldn't know how to find an accurate one anyways), but I think it was when Ghost Kings and Gotham Bats got popular, that I saw this huge surge in fanfiction for this crossover. Suddenly there were so many fics that had similar concepts, aka Damian and Danny being siblings/twins.

At this time, some of the most popular (by Hits, not Kudos) were:

Lazarus Green Eyes by Keetajet *One of the biggest fics of that time that really tapped into the potential of Jason's connection to the Lazarus Pits in conjunction to DP's ectoplasm.

A Ghost in Gotham by SassyAngel *Definitely one of my fav Damian/Danny fics. I hope the author's video game has been going well!

I Don't? Work Alone by DomesticatedOpossum *I think this was one of the only Jason/Danny fics I could find for a LONG time.

and

Crash Course by Carmic *aka the very first Anger Management fic that I know of!

(Do keep in mind this is not a full list, but simply some of the big titles from early on in the crossover days on Ao3 that I can recall.)

But if this tells you anything, back then the fics with the most hits only had... maybe 20-30k hits? Which is still a lot for a crossover, but when you think about how the top three fics of this crossover today is at, like, 300k? That's a huge incline of popularity.

All this is to say that I have no idea how it happened. I think it was a steady progression at the beginning, and then at some point it just blew up and never stopped blowing up? Not yet anyways. Tldr; it started with Teen Titans, it's never stopped. We have grown more powerful, we consume more souls into our fandom!

It's great to have you here, I hope this answered your question! Somewhat. lol

[possibilistfanfiction]

I am very, very attached to ava "gender? *shrug emoji*" silva because it's so rare I see that approach and, self indulgently, it's me. I've got trans friends and nb friends and the whole pronoun thing makes sense to them in a way I'm almost jealous of? Does that make any sense? They know themselves enough to know they were a square peg on a round hole...no double entendre intended...and I'm sat here going "well using my birth pronouns doesn't hurt me so I'll roll with that", and it feels weird somehow? Because it's not bad and it's not uncomfortable but I know it would only be the newness factor and the extra steps correcting people that mean I wouldn't be just as comfortable going by a different one?

And then I feel all twisted because I work in a decent job with an actual commitment to supporting LGBTQ+ people, but I'm still puzzling out the pronouns and I don't want to put them into my email signature then change, or have them hang about after I potentially have a revelation. But I don't want people to think I'm opposed to them either.

I don't know, don't feel obligated to weigh in, I just figure I could ping this at you without judgement at least. It's hard to state it out loud sometimes.

lemme tell you. pronouns (especially in english) as a stand in for gender is a) v recent; b) so neoliberal & western, & rly wayyyy more of an issue in the global north. ppl prioritizing pronouns as Respectful™️ toward trans folks is all fine & good (it’s easy), but the neoliberal rhetoric around trans existence as like… rooted in western language, western terms, western experiences… fucking infuriating. i hate pronouns. i hate the expectation of them. i hate a “dead” name — i was never not who i am, i will always be who i am; i have a name i was given & a name i chose & they’re not desperate selves. the pathologization of transness is disgusting & not at all decolonized; the expectation that u have to feel at deep odds w your body, at deep odds w ur pronouns, ur name, etc, is a western reaction to a western problem. all over the world, for literally all of history, gender expansive folks have existed without the expectation of Being Trans, without definitions & boxes. i despise the expectation that i have to feel hatred or profound anxiety about myself or my body to access care, or to have a name i chose — i think care should be about what makes you feel best, & that’s it. the state control thru the medical industrial complex of gender & care & belonging is insane. so i always just ask, what’s the best choice? what makes me feel comfortable & at ease? what do i Want? those are the only questions that matter to me at this point. if those answers are rly rooted in pronouns & a name etc, then that’s obvs fine! but i think so often we get caught up in HAVING to have those things to be able to answer those questions. & to me the answers to those questions are found in the texture & fit of fabrics, & my home, & really good food, & my community. not once have i found them in a they/them pronoun

so anyway yes i hear you. i don’t think u should feel jealous of ur friends bc ur experience is so real & expansive & that’s also wonderful.

& for ava yah it’s honestly pissed me off for a while that ppl have just thrown this inaccurate & weird & western agenda on her gender. like when i say she doesn’t care, she’s happy w her body, she loves curiosity & hates boxes & labels — it’s tru. it’s not more than that, it’s not “non-binary”. there’s no binary to begin with!! there never has been!

[hana-no-seiiki]

hehe i keep tabs of your blog often

but your answer just gave me more questions

your arospec?? doesnt it like, feel weird being a yandere blog of all things? does your harem’s love bother you?? your ex follows you?? your friends with your ex??

im so sorry if this makes you uncomfortable but i need to know 🍵

This is so invasive goddamn- /j

Um- okay- wooh.

I think I’m aro/acespec. Emphasis on think. I’m not completely sure what I am completely to be completely honest.

My yandere blog was originally created cause I was just a fan of yan fics. I thought it wasn’t that deep, but recently I found out it’s cause I somehow connect with readers who didn’t return the feelings of their “significant other”.

Even as a younger teen i never saw myself actually dating my crushes. i always just wanted to impress them or have their attention. also like imagining myself having sex with them often repulsed me. But I still get horknee/have sexual attraction so that tells me I’m not completely ace lol. I hated the parts in romances when the leads actually got together or when the mc reciprocated the love interest’s feelings.

My harem/cult doesn’t bother me. I literally tried manifesting them to exist and am so thankful they take the time to even talk to me. I’m pretty sure all of them are just fucking around. Also my brain just automatically converts anything romantic to platonic anyways.

Like I had a friend go “I’m in love with you.”

and I had to ask if they meant that romantically/platonically.

I’m pretty sure I’ve been thrown several signs without me ever even knowing.

[nanjokei]

this is a post of me shitting on intsys for what happened to engage, i honestly feel bad for mika pikazo, basically thrown under the bus by intsys from the start, was given very little instruction on what to do and what the mood of the game (engage) will be and it seems like there wasn't much of an editing down phase either. i feel bad she was just handed the paltry descriptions of 40 characters (being instructed to draw "older woman" and then the character turning out to be 30 sticks out in my mind) with not much direction.

im not a big fan of her style these days, more of a 2018 mika pikazo appreciator, but i question why they hired the artist who most commonly draws album covers, magazine covers and alt designs for already existing characters like hatsune miku. i do think the onus falls on intsys for hiring someone who seemingly doesn't fit the job, but i think if they actually gave real direction the designs would not be in the state they are now.

ofc being the nerd i am i object to her art being pejoratively labeled as "vtuber art" because i never understood that label and also frankly i think it's insulting to reduce the style of an artist who has been around for a long time to just one thing. i keep seeing that post explaining it and its like buddy... sorry you keep seeing personalityless twitch indies who overcompensate by overpaying for ugly overdesigned models but saying "vtuber style" is surmountable to "too anime". what does it mean?! i read that post over and over and i feel like the influence of "vtuber" (incredibly vague term that means nothing and changes between whoever uses it because its convenient) and "genshin" (im not a genshin fan and i dont care for the designs in it but is it really that influential as OP claims?) is very overstated... if anything the design in anime and games these days is increasingly influenced by subculture, shit like jiraikei which i actually dislike because THAT'S repetitive and generic. how many times have you seen a design in recent years that's structurally just this to the point of being boring to tears

im seriously not saying this as a "vtuber fan", given the vtubers i watch most often are "elf guy in a suit", "guy in labcoat", "girl in very normal school uniform" but i find that kind of criticism an oxymoron. is it because i don't really interact with twitch stuff? like, whatever. i know being an oldhead who usually just sticks to what ive liked for years impacts my point of view. my point is that mika pikazo is a talented artist, the designs she put out for engage were a massive miss but 1) was she the person for the job 2) did intsys give her adequate instructions and support and the answer to both is no. i think it's fine to dislike the designs, i don't like a lot of them either now that i've seen all of them. but at the same time a lot of people are just extra rude about it (seen in replies to redesigns) and usually i wouldn't find any issue but knowing the context that intsys screwed pikaZ over really really stings. i remember when engage was revealed people were harrassing her for weeks which sucks, she's been nothing but a really positive presence online.

i was gonna say "anyway hire someone who fits" but then i remembered how kusakihara is one of the most overbearing control freak art directors in any game company i've ever seen, hiring chinatsu kurahana for fe3h and then not letting her draw any of the in-game sprites despite being an artist who is familiar with the workflow of visual novels and the like... and yes i can tell it's kusakihara imitating her style. i know the way he renders, especially the way he makes tits look disgustingly oiled up.

interestingly, kozaki was always thrown under the bus in a similar way to pikazo, making similar remarks about how fantasy designs aren't his forte and how he's not sure why they hired him (we now know it's because they wanted hidari for awakening but he had other obligations). kozaki even got the blame for some of the worse designs like camilla, even though that was a kusakihara design. i'll lay my cards on the table: i think kozaki's designs, given he is not a fantasy artist, i feel comfortable in saying that they're bad. he's a comic-like artist that does well with modern day stuff. you let him onto fire emblem and he makes the insane armor designs in fea and fates. and of course all my respect to him, but like pikazo he is not the right guy for the job.

anyway i hope you guys are ready for them to hire kishida mel next and for every girl to be an infantile school girl cause LOL. they really gotta stop hiring super specialized artists (like pikazo who does one off illustrations best, and kozaki who does western movie/comic book inspired realistic designs best). even when they hire "the right person", intsys and the art director and overall director kusakihara are overbearing and take over too much (as seen with kozaki and kurahana, according to the echoes artbook there were hints of him trying to influence hidari as well but hidari was not shaken + hidari was there on a favor so they probably couldn't pressure him more LOL)

but yeah i think people should be blaming intsys way more

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Size Difference

!a series of me uploading the kinktober fics/drabbles i made years ago because i didnt back in 2020 for some fuckin reason. if these are bad/poor quality its because theyre old, and ive improved since then :)!

Intrusleep (Remus x Remy - didn't know the exact ship name so were goin with this) Day 15: size difference Warnings: manhandling, size-difference (Remy is tall, Remus is short), degradation, sex

"Whore."

"Slut."

"Bitch."

"Bottom."

Remus grins at the word, his face nuzzled into Remy's neck. "You know it," he responds, giggling afterwards. Remy just rolls his eyes.

He was busy on his phone, neglecting his small boyfriend who was cuddled up to his chest. In response to this, Remus had been saying random weird things that would normally cause people to cringe. But Remy had simply responded with something short and snappy, or something sassy, as Remy does.

And Remus didn't like those short answers. He wanted a conversation! Or some other response that was at least somewhat interesting!

After their latest recent exchange of endearing insults, Remy was back to ignoring Remus in favor of his phone. What could be so interesting on there anyway? The only captivating things Remus ever saw on the internet was gore and porn. Everything else was pretty lame in his opinion.

Besides, why did Remy value a phone more than him?

"I can't believe you have a gorgeous bitch in your lap and you won't even pay attention to him," Remus then whines, pouting.

Remy moves his phone to the side, momentarily, raising an eyebrow as he scans over Remus's face.

"You want attention?" Remy asks, clicking his phone off. He keeps it in his hand though, which is understandable. Who would want to be separated from their phone?

Remus nods eagerly at Remy's question, grinning wide. Yes! He was getting what he wanted!

Remy sits them both up, and Remus is momentarily confused, before he's picked up and thrown over Remy's shoulder, as Remy carries him out of the living room. Remus lets out a small squeal of delight, pleased that Remy is paying attention to him, but also thrilled that Remy's taking advantage of his smaller stature.

He squirmed in joy in Remy's grip, as Remy tosses Remus onto his bed. Remy's room smelled like coffee, a sweet, calming smell. One that was familiar, and was frankly to be expected from someone like the sleepy side.

For once, he just expected something soft to happen. Maybe they'd cuddle and watch some horror movies!

But... Remy crawls on top of him, his hands running under the duke's flamboyant outfit, and Remus snorts as he realizes what Remy wants. And Remus definitely wasn't opposed.

Remus hurries to pull off his own shirt and Remy rolls his eyes at his eagerness. He slowly pulls off his own shirt, Remus absolutely loving the sight of Remy's bare chest. He liked the sight of Remy, really, and the typically sexual thoughts that usually followed after.

"I wasn't expecting this kind of attention," Remus admits, shuffling out of his pants with Remy's aid. "But I'm definitely not complaining."

Remy snorts, leaning in to kiss Remus. Remus of course then tangles his hands in Remy's hair and pulls him closer. He instinctively wraps his legs around Remy's midsection, before trying to grind upwards. Remy's hands then plant themselves on his hips and hold them to the bed, Remus breaking the kiss in order to pout.

"Meanie," he mumbles.

"I thought you said you weren't complaining."

Remus huffs, and presses a kiss to the side of Remy's face. "I ain't complaining." His hands slide from Remy's hair to tug on his shirt. "But, I will, if you don't hurry up and undress."

"Needy bitch," Remy teased, as he worked to pull his own shirt off, much to Remus's delight. The intrusive side immediately began running his hands over Remy's chest, teasing his nipples or just admiring the light amount of muscle Remy had.

He wasn't absolutely ripped, but he sure as hell had a nice body, especially when compared to Remus's twink self.

"Who wouldn't be needy with someone like you around?" Remus quips, before pulling Remy in for a messy kiss. Remy chuckled into the kiss, his hands sliding over Remus's chest. He twists one of Remus's nipples and Remus lets out an absurdly loud moan. An exaggerated one, as to be expected from him.

"God, Re, are you really that much of a slut? So pleased by such a little touch?" Remy tsks, leaning over to place a few kisses to Remus's neck. Remus immediately tilts his head to the side, anticipating the moment Remy would bite down, as he inevitably always did.

And that moment came soon, as Remy bit down after only a few kisses, lapping up the blood that was drawn, before sucking on the mark to create a hickey. Remus moans as he does so, before he began begging.

"Remy, please, bite me more, mark me," he babbles, pushing Remy's head into his neck. He hears Remy let out a low chuckle that makes Remus shiver.

Remy obliges by Remus's request though, biting and leaving more marks over Remus's neck and shoulders. Remus moans and whines at each new mark, adoring the pain and the idea of showing these off tomorrow. He knew the others would berate him for it, perhaps even look at him with disgust. He squirms in delight at the thought.

Remy pulls away after leaving a few more marks across Remus's chest, quickly pulling down his pants and boxers. He grabs lube from the night stand, Remus immediately spreading his legs right after, showing himself off to Remy.

"Remy, hurry up!" Remus whines, although he watching Remy slather lube onto his cock with wide eyes.

"You're so impatient," Remy responds, rolling his eyes, as he squeezes one of Remus's thighs with one hand, and lines his cock up with Remus's entrance. He teases the tip of his cock against Remus's hole, and Remus whines and tries to push back against it, eager to feel Remy's thick cock inside of him.

And Remy knows this, which is why after a few seconds of teasing, he roughly thrusts all the way in and sets a brutally fast pace, knowing Remus would just ask for it anyway. Remus's back arches as he moans, his nails digging into Remy's back and slicing through it.

"F-fuck," Remus whines, head thrown back in pleasure. "Remy!"

"That's right, whore," Remy growls, nails gripping Remus's hips as he thrusts mercilessly into the twink beneath him. "Moan my name. Let everyone hear how much of a slut you are. Just for me, isn't that right?"

"Yes! Remy, hell yes, only for you!" Remus cries out, as Remy angles his hips and nails Remus's prostate, causing the intrusive side to let out a loud moan.

"There! Remy right there, God I love your fucking cock," he babbles eyes rolled into the back of his head. Praise directed towards Remy and his cock spill out of Remus's mouth as his hand comes down to stroke his own cock. Unfortunately, Remy ends up grabbing his hand before he can, and pinning both of his hands above his head.

Remus whines, trying to roll his hips against Remy's cock.

"What's that pathetic noise for?" Remy teases, his free hand lightly rubbing Remus's side. "Huh? Do you want me to do something?"

Remus whines and nods, before saying "please, Remy, touch me! Please!"

"Oh, baby, you want me to touch you? Where?" His hand slides up, brushing over Remus's nipples, and Remus whines again, prompting Remy to chuckle. "You want me to touch your small cock?" Remus nods with pleas of "please" falling from his lips.

Remy pretends to think about it for a moment, before he finally wraps his hand around Remus's cock and strokes it in tune with his thrusts. Remus clenches down on Remy's cock as he feels himself grow close, throwing his head back as he let out another moan.

"Remy- 'm so close Remy!" Remus warns, trying to both thrust into Remy's hand and push back against his cock.

He hears Remy groan and he loves the sound, before Remy says "I'm close too, babe. Don't come until after I do, 'kay? Can you be a good little slut and wait?"

Remus whines, but nods nonetheless. While he'd normally be like "what the fuck, no" and come anyway, he decided that he could be good for once. Especially since Remy was so nice and gave him attention after he complained about it.

How considerate.

"Remy- Remy please come inside me," Remus begs him, drool dripping out of the corner of his mouth. "I wanna be full of your seed."

Remy mutters out a "fuck," under his breath, before he pulls Remus into a heated kiss. Remus is quick to return said kiss, but he ends up breaking it with a moan when he feels Remy release inside of him, and then he's seconds away from arching his back and coming with a loud moan.

Then they both lay there together, neither one of them really caring to make cleaning up a top priority. They liked messy sex anyway.

And, one could hardly blame them for passing out together, Remy's arms wrapped tightly around Remus's small body, and Remus's limbs flailing out absolutely everywhere, bound to smack Remy at least once while they slept.

[awlwren-writes]

3, 4, 17, 18, 21, 30 for the behind the scenes ask

3. Do you write fics from start or finish, or jump around?

I mainly write from start to finish for a particular story or chapter. Sometimes I will move scenes around, of course, or realize I actually want to start sooner and go back to fill things in, but usually I just go and hope the words keep coming.

That said, if I write a series or collection of themed posts, often I write the middle/second one first. This is often something I accidentally do with reading series as well, so maybe that says something about me.

4. Do you outline before you start writing? If so, how far do you stray from that outline?

Already answered!

17. What fic are you most proud of?

Technically already answered but I'm going to answer again, because choosing one favorite is the worst. The fic I (at this moment, it will probably change with the wind) think is the best out of what I've written might be Over Your Hill. I got to explore a headcanon I like, I got to delve a little more into what their relationship looked like in the early stages (useful for Those Who Wander) and I enjoyed the comfort part. And when I reread it recently I liked it a lot! Which was a very pleasant surprise.

18. What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.

Again with the choosing! You get my commentary anyway in the end notes most of the time because I can't shut up. ^_^

Okay. I'm proud of how I matched up Cor's assault on the dropship in Heaven in a Rage to what Nyx heard in WWFL's chapter, Eternity in an Hour. At that point, the way we were writing is we would talk about the general scheme of things, broad strokes, background info, etc, and then she would write the chapter and then I would write mine as an alternate perspective on the framework she built, and sometimes then we would adjust minor things if I thought of something cool and we had time. But half the fun was fitting my story around hers.

Spoilers here for the climax of the first arc of Smoke and Mirrors, in case anyone wants to read it and enjoy the Drama unspoiled. Plus, it got really long (Long enough to crash Tumblr's Editor, apparently, T_T, so this is the rewritten commentary), so I'm putting it under a cut.

So for Nyx's actual rescue, she gave me: a loud bang and shouting, Nyx hits the wall, someone yelling "(get us out) of here, Drautos", clashes of metal, a roar, Nyx thrown across the ship, then Cor is there talking to him. (I never actually questioned that any of this could be a hallucination, btw, I treated it as a strict guideline. Which maybe made this harder than it should have been. I also have wondered a lot why people in the comments doubted it was Cor that Nyx heard, and just now noticed WWFL's very Evil end note asking if people think it's actually Cor or someone else. Sorry for questioning you all for nearly a year.)

Okay.

This is full on half the fic, so you're getting the highlights, not the whole thing quoted.

The hatch was closing as the ‘ship lifted off, leaving Cor a smaller and smaller window to get on board. He was confident he could cut through the hatch, but he was less confident that the blow would stop there and he couldn’t risk that Nyx was on the other side. Thankfully, the fact that this was an older model was helpful in that the hatch was on the side rather than the front. If he got the right angle… Cor darted up close to the ‘ship, thankful the strange magitek engine didn’t actually give off heat despite its color, and slashed at the hatch from the side. It dropped off the ‘ship entirely, and the ‘ship lurched, off balance from the sudden loss of weight. A soldier fell out of the opening, screaming.

Cor was originally just going to jump on the hatch and prevent it from closing, and then I realized the hatch opens up not down, and he would be squished if he tried. And then, like Cor, I wondered about just cutting it open, and discarded it for similar reasons. But it wasn't speculation in vain, because I could give that train of thought to Cor so he wouldn't instantly have the right answer without trying!

And so we have Cor making himself a permanent entrance, which will come in handy later as well as be a problem later, and we have the bang and a Wilhelm scream, because I am a Star Wars nerd and couldn't resist, and the jolt that knocks Nyx out. It also made my next steps easier, because Cor could kill the pilot mooks quickly without one having to survive long enough to scream, or Nyx to have missed the noise of the fighting.

Through this whole fic, in Cor's perspective the word ship always has an apostrophe in front of it indicating it's an abbreviation for Dropship or Airship, kind of like early writers did for 'droid (See, I told you Star Wars was formative). This is because he's just less familiar with the terminology and the technology itself; when he thinks "ship" (without the apostrophe) he's thinking of a water craft. Drautos doesn't have that problem in his POV chapters, because he has spent a lot of time talking about them with the people who designed them and use them every day.

Moving on. To summarize the next part: Cor gets to demonstrate his skills by mowing some soldiers and techs, gets to see Nyx is alive and ties him down so he doesn't slide out of the plane like the screaming soldier did, and then the copilot tries to attack Cor in a blind panic at having the Immortal in her ship. Cor kills her, and as she dies she squeezes the trigger and sprays the pilot, killing them.

The ‘ship started to dive as the pilot fell forward onto the console.

Cursing this whole day to fall into the depths of Leviathan’s mysteries to never be remembered again, Cor charged across to the front of the ‘ship as fast as he could on his bad leg, pulling the pilot back and grabbing the white joystick underneath them. It reminded him of playing video games with Regis as a teen, but he pushed that memory away and pulled up on the joystick, hoping to level them out at the very least. He had no idea how to land this thing.  

I really enjoy fantasy swears, because I love the worldbuilding behind what makes something vulgar or taboo. A culture that is sex positive might not use "fuck" as a curse, for instance. One without a concept of Hell might instead think of the very creepy depths of the Ocean and how jealously Leviathan guards what is hers, and consider that whatever falls to the ocean floor is more lost than lost, and you get a concept halfway between Davy Jones' Locker and Hell.

Does anyone else remember playing computer games with joysticks? Am I just old? Cor is older, so he gets the experience as well.

The ‘ship did seem to level out, but it also turned back in a wide circle toward the courtyard and the machine guns on the other craft. He tried to straighten it out but the ‘ship wobbled alarmingly and he hastily adjusted his direction back to the way it had been. Hopefully Drautos had taken the other ‘ship out by now.

Actually, as the commander of the Niflheim army, Glauca probably knew how to fly this thing. Hadn’t the glaive captured one once, too? It wasn’t important. He tried to hold the joystick steady and tapped his radio. “Drautos, come in. I need you to tell me how to get this scourge-riddled spawn of a tortoise and a garula landed!”

Here I shamelessly shoehorn my HCs into this fic. The first is that Cor joined the Retinue as a driver, and prides himself on this skill. That makes the inability to instantly be able to pilot a foreign craft on his first time very galling to him personally. The second is that the reason Nyx can do so in the movie is because of said captured craft, which was slotted for an infiltration mission for the Glaive and so the Guard didn't get to play with it. This is how the Traitor Glaives know how to pilot them as well, and might explain how they got the rare pilot-able model during the battle at the airships in the movie.

Cor's lack of ability to fly the ship also allowed me to do two things which made my job easier. First, it gave him a reason to call Drautos, whom he might otherwise be inclined to leave behind just to not risk Nyx further. Yes, it would be great to not have Drautos/Glauca (and I had fun playing with Cor not knowing which name to call him by) running free with all his information, but Cor was hurt and protecting Nyx, and fighting to capture or kill Glauca when he was cornered like this wasn't an acceptable risk if he could avoid it. Second, it allowed him to come back close enough to base that Drautos didn't have to chase down an airship on foot.

There was static over the line, likely interference from the base itself, but no answer. He tried again. “Drautos! I need to get this flying box on the ground or at least last long enough to get it out of here, Drautos!”

And we finally have the line Nyx hears! I changed the first part of it from what WWFL was probably thinking of, but it still fit what Nyx heard, so I was grinned and moved on.

Drautos, by the way, hears none of this, between the metal box Cor is in and the metal boxes and buildings he is in, and probably whatever jamming the base has set up. And because he knows Cor is ridiculously competent at too many things and because Drautos himself knows how to pilot and so sometimes underestimates how difficult it is (as do we all with things we know well), he takes Cor's bad driving as intentional, probably wanting additional backup in case things go wrong.

[Cor circles back around, gets fired on, and then...]

A massive clang resonated through the craft as Cor struggled with the controls, and the ‘ship shuddered from the impact. Cor craned his neck to peer below them at the courtyard, trying to see what had hit them, if someone had managed to bring larger weaponry into the fight, but he needed most of his attention to keep the craft in midair. He risked a quick glance back at the interior of the ‘ship to see if he could see any obvious damage, but his view was blocked by the still partially-melted form of General Glauca.

The big clang is Glauca and his metallic armor hitting the metallic dropship! Yay! The other clangs Nyx hears as he wakes up are the bullets hitting the ship.

I figured this made more sense than having anyone who could cross swords with Cor showing up at this point, which is where my mind first went when I heard "clashes of metal". I think this was also the point I realized my first draft of this rescue (which involved a lot more fighting on the airship) wasn't going to work, scrapped it, and started the one you see here.

Poor Cor. Under fire, can't control the ship, thinks he's been hit by a missile and then sees his traditional enemy Glauca. It's probably for the best that he has both hands full or he might have attacked him. Which is why he, in the next paragraph, is very insistent on reminding himself that he's a sort-of ally and calling him:

“Drautos!” he exclaimed, then wrenched his attention back to the instrument panel to stabilize the ‘ship as it swayed again. Blast it into ions, he was better than this. He could hold a car steady on the road while he tracked daemons’ paths through the countryside around him if he so wanted, but the controls on this vehicle were touchier than a car wheel.

Glauca’s armored gauntlet settled on his shoulder as Cor frantically worked at the controls, then he leaned over and pressed a combination of buttons in the center of the console. Cor could read Nifltunga, but these were labelled in some bewildering combination of abbreviations and acronyms and so he had been ignoring them, figuring it was better to work without them then press something wrong. Whatever Drautos did, it stabilized the ‘ship and caused the whine of the engine to roar with sudden burst of speed, which Cor frantically tried to direct up and away from the base and the courtyard full of enemies.

And now we have the roar and the second jolt! (RIP to Nyx's brain. Blame WWFL, not me) I leaned into the ambiguity of the word roar and made it the engine roaring as Drautos switches it to GTFO mode rather than, say, our lion-associated POV character because of the same thoughts about the lack of plausible enemies at this point.

Yes, Nyx was tethered, but it was hastily done with materials not really meant for someone lying on the ground. It kept him from falling out of the aircraft, at least, even if he got a little more banged up.

Poor Cor. So used to being excellent at everything and he's crabby about this one time he's not. Not that he allowed himself the other excuse for that difficulty that I pointed out here: foreign abbreviations are The Worst. Especially technical ones.

Another note about fantasy swears: I base most of the action ones on the astrals - frost it, burn it, blast it, etc. The various versions mostly get used in certain contexts - Ifrit is kind of shady (no pun intended) in current culture, for instance, so anything with burn/ash/char is pretty serious. Shiva references are kind of a mixed bag at the moment because of Niflheim associations, and before she self-destructed were very popular in Insomnia. Nowadays they're kinda old-fashioned, because she's better regarded. Blast (with the modern reference to ions! Some swears do change) refers to lightning and thus Ramuh, so it usually has to do with judgements or condemning something. In this case, Cor is judging himself and this situation very hard, and also has lightning on the brain because of Crowe's attack.

Anyway, next they Talk in a Manly and Dramatic fashion where they don't really address any of the emotional things going on, but Cor does acknowledge that Drautos didn't have to help but did anyway, even at what may be the cost of everything he worked for, and Cor appreciates it even if it probably won't change much.

Cor finally gets to check on Nyx and Drautos fills him in on the basics, including the miasma infusion, and right on cue Nyx -- who is rather messed up between getting doubly concussed in a short time period, having a fever, being infected with the scourge, and generally pretty hurt before that with only rather janky medical help that's gotten ripped open a few times -- gets to hallucinate his sister dying and Galahd burning! Fun times.

I wanted to put Nyx calling for his mom both because it fit the time he was hallucinating, but also because it's historically a thing that even Strong Tough Soldiers do. Being hurt sucks, even if you are a Main Character, and it's not a shameful thing at all to be afraid (this is my Tolkien influence, when literally everyone being afraid of the Nazgul blew my childish mind and made confronting them even more impressive rather than expected).

The hallucinations are there because that was a thing that was happening to him and I wanted some continuity with WWFL's take on Nyx vs the Scourge, and because it's a nice cover for Cor missing what Drautos is doing (his Final Message). Plus, it means Cor has a pressing need to give Nyx help ASAP, without worrying about spinal injuries and the like that might have caused him to delay using a potion otherwise, because Nyx in his hallucinations is probably doing worse damage and he clearly needs a lot of help.

So Cor does some desperate first aid, and bundles Nyx up against him so he can't hurt himself more.

He reached up and stroked along Nyx’s cheekbone, trying to wipe away some of the damning tears.

Does this help anything? No. Does it make Cor feel better to not see evidence that Nyx is infected? A little. Should Cor have been touching the scourge tears with his bare hands? Definitely not. Luckily, he is the other kind of immortal.

“I’ve got you, Nyx, we’ve got you,” he murmured, matching the cadence of his voice and his hand to the pulse of the engine as they dropped slowly, presumably toward a landing somewhere. Cor couldn’t bring himself to care where. “We’ve got you.”

Cor switches to the "we" here, because it had to happen eventually to fit the script. I like to think the "we" only partially includes Drautos, and mostly includes the rest of the glaives and guard who came to help rescue Nyx, and a reassurance that Cor didn't get captured in trying to save Nyx - a reoccurring nightmare for Nyx.

Nyx shifted against his shoulder, leaning up into Cor’s hand on his cheek. Cor could feel his lashes fluttering against his neck as he started to stir, and he let himself believe it was a good sign. “Cor?” He could barely hear it over the sounds of the ‘ship landing, but it made his heart soar higher than the airship had. Nyx was talking, and he recognized him. Surely that was a good sign? His name had never sounded so sweet.

He stroked Nyx’s cheek slowly, wiping away more tears as they fell. Were they lighter? Surely they were. He kept up his mantra, reassuring Nyx that he wasn’t alone, that he was safe. “We’ve got you.” He’d never let go.

Butterfly kisses are the best. Even if the situation is the worst.

Cor is Tired and Dramatic (as was I when I was writing this). He's going to cling to hope and what victories he has and comfort his boyfriend as best as he can and let the Drama flow. He's earned it.

Until Drautos (who had temporarily earned back his first name basis by the help he's given them and by Cor being Tired) takes his turn to be The Most Dramatic.

Thanks for the sticking with me on that long tour through my thoughts (and pity the two and a half hours it took to write it and rewrite it after tumblr ate it.)

21. What is the one fic that got away?

Probably To Hope's End, my Nyx as a Messenger AU. I want to go back and finish it. I do. But I have a lot of unfinished stories, and I think that one's furthest on the backburner for now. Partially because it's going to be long, and if I'm focusing on a long one right now it's going to be Those Who Wander.

30. Tell us an idea for a longfic you want to write in the future.

I would like to get back to the time travel fic I've told you about where Regis trying to use the crystal to check out Noctis's future causes refractions, so you get past, present, and future Cor and Nyx (who were anchoring the spell) of various ages all shoved in a room together and trying to figure out what in the world is going on.

And all the chaos that spills out from that.

I also have several fics that I've posted that I want to continue or expand on if I have the time and writing energy to do so...

But you know pretty much all of my ideas already.

[the-last-concert]

Chapter Twelve:

_____ Conspiracy

Speedy was in the kitchen, full attack mode to every germ inside the flat. We’re having guests over later. Apparently as the newest addition to the Blocc PartIE, Pepper had to host the first Christmas party.

It’s Christmas Eve. This was a time of celebration, but I couldn’t bring myself to fake any of it. I was left with so many more questions than answers. I was restless, uneasy. But I tried my best not to share them. To my surprise, Speedy was at his happiest right now. Vickie was coming into town soon.

My heart was relieved to have one more familiar face from Mystique. And a familiar face I’ve grown to love like family.

I was settled on the sofa chair, with a blanket thrown over and tea in my hand. I had my fuzzy peppermint socks on. Speedy’s old college sweatshirt. And this time, underwear.

I got up from the couch and adjusted my socks. I went to meet him in the kitchen. He was bent down, cleaning on the stove. His curly hair tied in a bun, showed his taper he recently got cut. He had no shirt so his back muscles rested as archers to the visible tattoo of his truest angel. His striped pajama bottoms were loose and showed a slight V cut off his torso. He’s been working out more frequently and consistently. The results were starting to show.

“Need any help?” I asked.

His amber eyes moved slowly from the stove and at me. He sniffed before saying, “No… I’ve got it.”

I ignored him and took a rag off his shoulders, anyways. “I don’t like when you do all the cleaning. You shouldn’t tire yourself that way.”

“I said I’m fine, Moggie.” He stood up and turned on the sink faucet to rinse off the sponge he was using. We brushed past each other and the tension rose instantly.

“Just say it.”

“Say what?”

“You’re upset with me. You are, aren’t you?”

“Moggie,” he shakes his head. “I don’t have time for this. We still gotta go grocery shopping before picking Vickie up.”

I threw the rag at him. “Make time. I won’t keep walking around you. You’re acting like I’ve done something wrong. All I wanted was-“

“What?” Speedy interrupts me. “All you wanted was what, exactly?” His stance was unmovable. He towered over me as we stood off in the kitchen. He had the same blank expression at the diner. This was new. I couldn’t get through to him like this.

I sighed. “I just wanted to do the right thing.”

“That’s the problem,” he mumbles. “You’ll do the right thing a million times over, before you realize how much it affects you. You didn’t think I’d notice? You’re still having issues sleeping.”

I gulped with shame. I thought I had it under control. I was careful. So careful. But I couldn’t lie to him. I didn’t have the capacity to even try.

“Even so,” I started to say. “This is going beyond what I’m struggling with. All those people-“

“Moggie, if you think I give a damn about those artists instead of you, you’re wrong.” Speedy started moving past me as he was placing dishes away. Each slam of a cabinet, or drawer made my eyes swell up even more. I was so far away from him. He drops a cup on the counter, hard. “Why can’t you help yourself… just this once? I will not watch you abandon your needs for someone else’s.”

I sniffed back all my tears. I couldn’t fall apart in front of him. Not like this. I left the kitchen. My feet were moving so fast at a time, it felt like I was transporting. Once I reached my room, it’s like my legs gave out from underneath me. I cried. I cried so much that I didn’t think any water was left. I muffled the sounds against my pillows. I couldn’t possibly understand why every tear felt so heavy. There was a pit of ache in my body. He couldn’t have been more right. I wasn’t good to anyone like this. How could I possibly try to right the wrongs of a man who didn’t deserve it? But I wasn’t doing it for him. I wasn’t doing it for his wife either.

What did I have to prove?

I had to accept the altercation of my life. I will never be the same. I had to silence the woes that kept me up at night. But I didn’t know how to juggle my own emotions and fears at the same time. Was it even possible? Could something so dire eventually fade away into a blackened soot of redemption?? Every time I try to speak up, I get this retention. Is it my body warning me that this pain is only the beginning?

“Moggie.”

I looked up from the pillows to see a sliver of light cracked from the door. It was Pepper who emerged from the light shining. He reached out for me as he sat down on the bed quickly. I rushed into his arms to feel the warmth passing through us and around us. I was safe here. Even from myself. He grips me tightly and doesn’t let go.

“Pepper-“

“Shhhh. You don’t need to say shit about what happened,” Pepper explains. “But I would be damned if I left you alone.”

So I didn’t say anything. Just rocked in his arms like a baby cradled to sleep. We were like this for a while, in the silence. I didn’t notice we fell asleep until I heard a knock on the door. Pepper rubbed his eyes and I untangled my body from his.

“I’m going to get Vickie,” Speedy says. “Thought y’all want to go.”

“If you think I’m missing out on her life changing hugs, you’re crazy,” Pepper springs up and pushes Speedy, excitedly. “Man-I haven’t seen her since-“

“The Santa Monica ficaso,” Speedy smiles softly. I wanted to know the story but I bit my tongue down from asking. It didn’t feel like the right time. For a moment, I thought we got him back. But it quickly disappeared.

“Come on. We leave in 10.”

It was a silent car ride to the airport. We’re all dressed in layers of clothing, the temperature was dropping by the second. Speedy was the driver. Pepper, the passenger. I took the backseat, knowing that it was probably for the best. I couldn’t bear to face Speedy right now. And I knew sitting directly next to him would’ve made us more resentful.

“Hey,” Pepper said. “When was the last time everyone talked to Vicks?” I appreciate him, trying to break the tension. But even I could see beyond that ruse.

“I’d say, a couple of weeks?” Speedy responded as he flexed his gloves on the steering wheels. “Work got kind of crazy after the promotion. I don’t even think I told her about the flight.”

Because I did. I wanted to do something nice for Speedy as a holiday gift. Something more sentimental. Having his mom for the holidays in London was the perfect fit. He won’t admit it to himself right now, but I knew he missed her so much.

I cleared my throat. “I spoke with her over the phone a couple of days ago. But seeing her? It’s been years.”

“Well, we know who she’s attacking first,” Pepper jokes as we reach the arrival strip.

I looked out the window to see her. It was hard with the clumps of people spread out for miles. But as the Jeep came to a stop, we became directly parallel to an older woman with burnt brown hair and fiery amber eyes. Her freckles were less intense than Speedy’s but she still had them. There was a distinctive mole on her neck that was smaller than the one on her face. Above her eyebrows. Her smile was full as ever as she spotted all three of us exiting the Jeep. She waved her arms, flaring in every direction. Like she didn’t care if she hit someone around her in the process.

“Oh! Oh! My babies…. So grown up and here at last!” Victoria rushed towards me and Pepper first. We all embraced her famous hugs “You better not let time get between us again, ya hear me?”

“Ahhh.. ahhh. Yes, ma V,” Pepper obeyed as Victoria hung her fingers on his ear.

“And you-“ Victoria pulled back and looked at me. Her hands cupped my face to meet her eyes. Vickie saw all. It was hard to keep anything from her. “Such a rare beauty like Mon. No wonder they kept you in their clutches. These boys better be wine and dining you til the ends of the moon.”

I chuckled against the cold wind. “I’m well looked after, Vickie. It’s so nice to see you again after all these years.” She smiled and squeezed my face once more.

“What? I'm the last cause I’m your son?” Speedy pouts and Vickie waves him down.

“Come around that car, boy. Is that any way to greet your only mother?” Victoria said as she embraced her beloved son for the longest time. Tears went down both of their eyes. I saw a wall leave Speedy’s heart just for a moment. Like the ice barrier was warmed by Vickie’s eternal love for him.

After they break from their reunion, she grips Pepper. “Come on. Let’s get you out this cold. No child of mine will be shivering on my watch. Cai- my bags, please.”

“Yes ma’am,” they both said. We quickly piled in the Jeep as her bags were safely stored away. I ended up in the passenger seat because Pepper took my seat next to Victoria. Before Speedy pulled off, he checked my seatbelt out of habit. It was a small gesture, but it relaxed me for the rest of the car ride home.

We stopped at Trader Joe’s. There was one on the route to our flat. When Speedy stopped the Jeep, he naturally opened the door for his mother first. She smacked his head and Pepper and I had to hold in our laughs.

“Boy, aren’t you dating? I raised you better than that.”

Vickie was more a chivalrous woman than any man could claim. She set a standard for her son to treat women with the upmost respect. Especially Black women. She knew of a world that wasn’t too kind to women of this particular race. In this particular circumstance. Always ridiculed for not being the prettiest or the thinnest. Not having European beauty standards that was at the forefront of every T.V. station and magazine. Vickie’s complexion was lighter than most, but her identity was always Black.

She raised her son to see Black women more than what the media has bad mouthed or watered down. Never to sexualize a Black woman too early. Understand what’s in their mind. What’s going on in their heart. To seek wisdom from them. And when dating a Black woman, show affectionate and gentle kindness in every action necessary. She raised her son to see princesses and heirs to every Black woman he dated.

“Ow, Ma. Alright, I got it.” Speedy reached for my door handle and I held my breath. His amber eyes lifted at me as the door went flying. My heart was ready to leap out of my chest. “My lady?”

It took a minute to find my voice. “Oh… t-thank you.” I exited the Jeep with his hand guiding me to the ground. We stared, trying to find each other's souls once more.

“Okay, come on now.” Vickie instructed as she already had a basket and threw her purse in. I blinked and realized how much her and Pepper were ahead, arms adjoining. “Let’s get the cornish hen before it’s all gone.”

In the store we went to, I was aware of the groups that broke off into finding what we needed for tonight. Pepper and Vickie were looking for items for the main course. Me and Speedy were looking for side dishes.

I stumbled on this pasta out of a box Monica made all the time for any cookout, reception, and art event. It was fool proof. I chuckled silently, picking it up and reading the back ingredients.

“Found something good?” Speedy crept up from the side with curiosity.

“Yeah,” I smiled. “Remember this pasta salad?”

He grabs the box from my hands and laughs. “How can I not? It was at every game function we had. How people didn't get tired of it is beyond me.”

“It was Monica,” I shrugged. “Less was more for her. It worked and it was gone after every event.”

He eyes the box some more and shakes it like a prize would pop out. “I don’t know. Think we should get it?”

I lifted my shoulders once more. “It wouldn’t be a Mystique meal without it.” I frowned at the flavoring though. I couldn’t stand the ceasar dressing option. I backed up to see the Italian version was all the way on the top shelf. I eyed it before stretching my limbs as high up as I could.

“Moggie,” Speedy says. My head turned back, looking at him snickering through his hands.

“What?” I said, still trying to grab it. My fingers brushed the top before my weight was lifted off and I was at eye-level with the shelf. My legs were balancing on Speedy’s shoulders as he boosted me up to grab the boxes I wanted. My head shifted down in shock.

“Why are you freezing? You’re not exactly 9 anymore. Hurry up.” Speedy struggled to secure balance with both our weights. My hand went moving, grabbing all the Italian boxes I could until we both went crashing down. We froze then laughed obnoxiously off impact.

“What on earth?” Vickie asked as she saw the scene of boxes scattered across the floor, and me and Speedy responsible for it. She shook her head. “I swear- some things never change. Let’s go before they kick us out. This grocery store actually has class.”

She rushed off to checkout as Pepper taunted behind her with you’re-in-trouble faces. Speedy swept the falling boxes off both of us. His hand went up to my face swiftly and pulled my chin towards him. He looked, almost if he wanted to….

“Sir- you’re going to have to pay for those.” A rude worker shouted with a broomstick.

“That’s fine,” he replied without looking her way. He sighed and brushed his clothes off. Whatever moment drew him near, it was gone. He held his hand out to me. “Ready to go?”

“Yes.” I took it. Him helping me up shook my conscious mind awake. I had to remain in the present again. We gathered the remaining boxes we dropped. “I’m ready.”

My room looked like Christmas barged into my space and threw up the North Pole along with it. It was heavily themed with red and green patterns along the bedding and walls. I was in the mirror, putting on my earrings as the last accessory for this evening. I thought I looked fairly nice. Nothing dramatic. Just a velvet maroon vest and trousers to match. Boots were black. I didn’t want to look like a plum all the way. There was a slight knocking just outside my door.

I turned around to Vickie dressed in a beautiful emerald gown that hugged every curve of her body. Her hair curled to perfection and the jewelry sparkling white diamonds.

“Ma V, wow! Look how beautiful you are.” I got up to hug her so tightly. Her scent of cinnamon and jade was flaring through my nostrils.

She waved as we sat down on the bed. She patted my hand rapidly. “Nonsense. Wait until people see you, our boys might be in the fight for their lives.”

I smiled down. “If you say so.”

“Mahogany Green-“ Vickie stares into me like my own mother would do. “What’s gotten into you? I see what’s going on with you and Cai. Why do you think I made y’all shop together? ”

I shake my head. “He’s just-“ my mouth closed. I had to correct myself. Victoria did not need me defending her own son. I smiled. “We’re figuring it out.”

“Mmmmm,” Vickie pressed her lips together. “Figuring it out. I know he loves you. And you love him. What else is there?”

I felt like this was the time to be honest with Victoria. She was the only person I could trust to lend on. Aside from my own family, she took me in without hesitation. There’s a lot of ways we’re alike and a lot of ways we’re not. But one thing stood certain. We both loved Speedy very much.

“So,” she tried to gather all the facts. “He thinks you shouldn’t contact this Marvel girl right?”

“That’s correct,” I sighed. “Even after I explained that I wasn’t doing this to make her happy. Frankly, I don’t care how she feels. I want to save the gallery on my own accord.”

“Head strong like Mon too,” She giggled. “He should’ve known better than that. Well, I understand completely. But you know-I’m not the one who you gotta convince.”

“But what else can I do, V?” I asked, hopelessly. “He really believes that I will neglect myself if I go through with this.”

“Then prove him wrong.” Vickie said, shaking my shoulders a bit. She looks at the door and smirks. “Maybe it’s my fault in how I raised him, but Cai always believes in results. Telling him won’t do no favors.”

This I knew, but I was afraid of acting on my own. Now, I know I have to. Speedy wasn’t going to believe my word on something this trivial. I had to show him that I was strong enough to face my demons head on without him worrying about me. Speedy is and will remain to be my protector. But he can’t protect me from myself. This is a journey I will have to fulfill by my own merit.

“Enough about that boy,” Vickie waved her hand and pulled out a velvet box from behind her. “Merry Christmas Moggie.”

“What?” I was in shock as she placed the long blue velvet box in my hands. “V you didn’t have to get me anything.”

“Hush up and take the present, Moggie Green.” Vickie almost looked offended. “Like I wasn’t going to thank you for booking me this flight to see my boy.”

I wiped my eyes before the tears fell. “Well, that was really for me, anyways. They’ve been smothering me since we moved here. I needed a friendlier face.”

“Ahhh, that’s my girl.” Vickie joked and pinched my cheek. “You’ve always been my favorite. Don’t tell Cai.”

“Don’t tell me what?”

Speedy peeked in, all dressed up. He wore an orange velvet blazer and a red silk shirt underneath. It was patterned and loud. But he dared fashion the best. His trousers were dark and his sneakers were low orange Retros. He looked so good. I got a whiff of his newest Bath & Body Works Men collection that was mysteriously left in his room. I knew that scent suited him perfectly. Mahogany Teakwood. His expression rang wide as his eyes landed on me. He tried not to make it obvious, but he seemed fixated on my choice of dress tonight.

Vickie noticed too. She smiled and patted my shoulder, taking this time to bow out. She gave Speedy a side kiss before swiftly leaving the room. His eyes found me again as he slowly walked towards me.

I fidgeted my rings. “Your mom was just thanking me with this gift. I told her she didn’t have to get something…” Speedy sat down and his face was inches away from mine. I lost my wording a bit. “S-so expensive.”

“You should open it,” he said, handing me the velvet box between us.

“Okay,” I nodded. I was excited to know what it was exactly, but it was off putting for Speedy to not objectify. What was he thinking? I really wanted us to be in sync again. As I lifted the box, the case revealed a beautiful tennis bracelet laced with colorful gems decorated along the sides. I look at him, dumbfounded.

He nudged me. “Turn it over. She had it engraved.”

Dearest Mahogany Green, my beloved daughter to be.

-V

Tears ran faster than I could catch them. It was the highest honor Vickie ever gave me. Especially after her only daughter, Valerie. I couldn’t believe she took the time to have this made. But it made my heart soar. She saw me as family. More importantly, a daughter. All things I always knew, but it hits differently when it’s literally written down right in front of me.

Speedy helps me put the bracelet on and we smile together. He touches my face, tears be damned. He brings me closer than I anticipated. My heart was already leaping out of my chest.

“Shit… all I wanna do is kiss you,” he mumbles under his breath. “Will you let me do that?”

He never asked me before, but I understood why. I wasted no time giving my verbal consent. “Yes. Please ….. kiss me Speedy.”

Our lips collided and we exploded. My hands were moving so quickly through his hair. He pulled me into his lap, cupping my ass firmly. My senses were going everywhere. Nothing else mattered. We were back in our infinite bubble. It wrapped around us warmly like a welcoming cocoon. We can lose so much time being confined like this, just us two. I felt him. I mean-really felt every emotion pass through me like waves riding on the surface. As the crash de-escalated them.

Speedy blamed a lot of things on him. He tends to do that when someone he truly loves is hurting. He didn’t want to push me away, but in his mind, there was no choice. He couldn’t bear to see me how I was. It brought his own fears, his own triggers, dealing with his mother. His greatest fear was losing someone he cares about. So he sabotaged a lot between us to come to terms with what happened back then.

In the art gallery.

“Speed-“ I broke off his lips for a second, trying to gather oxygen.

He looked down, breathing heavily too. “I know… fuck.” Speedy’s eyes poured into mine. He gripped me harder. “Moggie, I need your forgiveness.”

Time started up again as I stared back into the eyes of my longest friend. It zoomed past memories of us growing up. From grade school to high school. All the times, he was over my house. Or I was over his. Between studying, doing nothing. Speedy was wrapped around so many of my core memories, it was hard for me not to relate to him. I knew his character long ago and nothing was ever different from the boy who helped me balance my first bike ride. Life with him was never a bore.

“I forgive you.”

He rushes to press his lips against mine. He brings me down with him as we both lay across the bed.

“I’d never deserved you,” Speedy tells me. “But somehow it’s like you’re my other angel that walks alongside me.”

“Funny,” I giggled quietly. “I was going to say something about that to you.”

His eyebrows creased. “I’m not kidding, Moggie. You’re going to be my wife someday.”

I gasped. Marriage was never discussed. But he said it so casually just then. He realized it too and started to get restless.

“Fuckkkkkk… . I’m ready to be inside you,” he says, taunting me.

“Shhh,” I warned, placing my fingers on his lips. He inserts them and sucks around them hard. A shiver left me. “We have guests just outside the door.” We both listened in the conversation. Pepper and his band mates were two feet outside my door.

“Where’s the cranberry sauce?” Zap shouted. “It’s not a traditional meal without the cranberry sauce.”

“If you ask me one more time-I swear to God, I will find the can and shove it up your ass.” Pepper said, deeply frustrated.

“We’ll be quick,” Speedy tried to convince me while shutting my door and twisting the lock. “You know we can be.”

“Malachi.”

“I won't pressure you. But I don’t know how much longer I can wait….” He trails along the seams of my pants and grabs my ass tightly toward him. “You sitting hella pretty here.”

My body was craving him too. But I was too timid to push myself on him. I just didn’t have the confidence to drag him down where the aching started. My eyes shifted over to his lips and they were swollen from our kissing before. My hands moved down his pants and he stopped me.

“Let me lead on this.” Speedy scooped my lowered half closer to the edge of the bed. He lowered my trousers off and my silk red panties too. I sniffed the air loudly as he touched my bare skin. The impact was powerful, but I had to hold firm.

Speedy looked for my approval before he moved on to every single step. He pushed my legs wider. I nodded. He kissed the inside of my thighs. I nodded. His lips brushed against my entrance, and his eyes were on fire. They never left me. I nodded. And I nodded again. Until I had enough.

“Just fuck me!” I screamed out in frustration.

He laughed against my clit as he wasn’t expecting such a bold response. “Gladly.”

He rose up and lowered himself down after removing his pants. He didn’t bother to pause and roughly put it in. The pressure was too much but I didn’t care how long he had to try to push through. I needed him. I thrusted upward and he slid easily in. We moaned off the breakthrough.

His strokes were strong. He didn’t care to be gentle. I gave him enough consent that he was able to be himself. He sucked my neck off like he was trying to stimulate my nerves again. It worked. He did. Tingling and jittery I was reaching the end. He grabbed me tighter as we both battled each other for the lasting climactic orgasm.

“Fuck. Fuck!” I lost. I came first and was riding the aftershocks after Speedy came too.

He collapsed on the side of me, saying. “Never make me wait that long again.”

I smiled so widely at the ceiling. “Never again.”

We emerged from my room like two troubled teenagers. We checked each other’s clothes before exiting the hallway.

“Wait, your lip.” I whispered to Speedy as I wiped my lipstick residue off him.

His smile was so kiddish. “Thanks.” He grabs my hand and lingers. I shooed him away before his ways got us back in trouble again.

Pepper saw us first. He had a drink in his hand and was talking to Elliot, who had his back turned. He pushed past Elliot instantly and came to dap up Speedy.

“My bro,” Pepper congratulates him. “Finally.”

“What?” I scoffed. “You can’t be serious.”

“Moggie, you can’t begin to imagine how much I've been nagging his ass,” Pepper explained. “But he worked it out. Nicely done.”

“I need a cigar,” Speedy exits, going to the cigar case left on the fireplace.

“So you knew exactly where we were?” I asked him, taking his drink out of his hands. He knew he shouldn’t be drinking. Not in his condition. I downed it in one sitting before he could protest.

“Correction,” He mocks me. “I knew exactly who you were doing.” Pepper jokes and I smack his shoulder, sitting his empty cup on the counter.

“Now, since everyone is here,” Vickie started to say, eyeing us. I look at the ceiling. I didn’t want to feel any more awkward than I already did. “Let’s eat.”

Pepper pulled me closer to his waist and I started noticing his attire closely. He went with a more settled formal wear. A mesh white shirt with tiny red and green gemstones shining around the stitches. His black trousers were flared and striped like candy canes. His socks had actual candy canes on them.

“I’d like to make a toast, if you don’t mind.” Elliot stood up after we all took our seats. We all had white wine (Vickie’s choice of poison) except for Pepper. I made sure it was something sparkling. He held out his glass and raised it above his head. “This is my last tour with you guys. After the holidays, I’ll be walking into the doors of the most prestigious record company.”

“You fucking earned it, you twat!” Lizzie shouted in the middle of his speech.

“Yeah. Iz- man thank you for giving the Blocc PartIE a chance to come alive.” Elliot sounded like he was trying not to cry. “You took a chance on this bugger, and made all our dreams possible. And let’s admit- you’re an acquired taste.” She flicked him off. But he continues on, “But you’re stoked and brilliant. That’s with everything you’ve achieved with us.”

Lizzie blew him air kisses and nodded with sentimental satisfaction. Elliot grabs a handkerchief and makes a joke about how he wouldn’t have stood up first if he knew he was going to be this hysterical. He paused and down the wine before he moved on to Zap. Zap’s full name is Zealand Trigonibole. He’s from New Zealand. But was raised in southern parts of London.

“Zap, you Barney rubble.” Elliot said. “When Iz first scouted you, you couldn’t even get the tempos right.” They both laughed together like two heartbeats. “But you worked hard and pulled through. Cheers mate.”

“Cheers,” Zap repeated, lifting his glass. “It’s been a hellish ride, bruv.”

Elliot turns to Pepper and breathes heavily. “What isn’t to like about this lad? For bloody sakes, he knows his way around a guitar.” Pepper waves him off, not wanting to be recognized. “No no… Pep, they need to hear the countless hours you’ve pulled through. And I know it wasn’t easy, especially for you.”

I tried not to get misty-eyed during Elliot’s speech. I knew there was a lot Pepper hadn't said. Between the late rehearsals and the early doctor visits. Between being able to move one day, and bedridden the next. But he carried on because he promised them. This band in the past three months we’ve come to know them, was his family.

“What killed me the most about Pep,” Elliot continued. “Is his bloody resilience. And that alone is an extraordinary achievement. Cheers mate.”

“Cheers El,” Pepper lifted his glass. “Don’t forget us small people when your big ass is on a billboard somewhere.”

“Never that, mate.” Elliot smiles as they strongly hug across the table. “Never that.”

When things settled down and the main course was finished, everyone was silently chatting amongst themselves. Until Pepper and Speedy gathered everyone in the living room. Among the biggest Christmas tree they could find, there were presents all around.

“Happy Christmas, as the blokes would say.” Pepper said to everyone. “I gotta admit I was questioning London for the longest time. Didn’t know if an American boy like me could fit in, you know.”

“No worries, mate.” Zap smiled. “We forgive ya.”

“Fuck you, Zap.” Pepper laughed wholeheartedly. “But what I’m saying is that-“ His and Speedy’s eyes cut to me and now my curiosity has sprung. I inched further into the room before he finished with, “I could really see London being a permanent home.”

“You mean it?” I asked him. Pepper walks over to me and hands me an white envelope. I looked around at it and saw its address was somewhere different. He nods to open the seal. I do and my hand is holding a set of keys that dropped from within the package.

“How’d you like to move to a quiet home in Hallow?” Pepper asks me. “It’s two stories tall and it’s a bit of a fixer upper but-“

I leaped in his arms and almost dropped everything. We’re staying here. It wasn’t a dream. Pepper bought a house under my nose and waited until Christmas to tell me. It was the most beautiful gift ever given.

“We can view it after the holidays,” Speedy said. “There was a really nice elderly couple who were the previous owners. They’re looking to relocate and you’re going to laugh, to America.”

“What are the odds of that?” I glanced at the keys once more. “So how close is the clinic and art gallery?”

“Not far. That’s the best part.” Pepper pointed out. “Everything is within walking distance and it holds that small town charm like Mystique.”

“I can’t begin to thank y’all,” I hugged them both. “I really enjoyed being here.”

“We know.” They both smiled and pulled me closer.

“And Vickie okay with- I mean, you told her right?” I whispered to Speedy.

“Ha,” She laughs from the kitchen as she brings a tray of her famous sugar cookies. I swear she has sonic ears. “Who do you think put money up for the down payment, little one?”

They were scheming with Victoria this whole time and I never knew. I was so worried about their decisions in staying. This last conversation we had about it wasn’t fairly good. It was only natural to think of it not being possible. Speedy was worried about being away from his mom so many miles. Pepper was doubting about fitting in with the culture changes. I never thought this would’ve been the end result. But they pulled through. Because they loved me. I could never hide my truest desires from them.

“Happy Christmas, Moggie.” They sang in unison, kissing each cheek on my face.

My arms hung over them both as I soaked in all the love that constantly rang through my ear drums. “Happy Christmas, my rose-colored boys.”

[uhlavender]

Oh no I didn’t remember your URL at all, haha. I was trying to remember, but I couldn’t. I just remembered having an alt account and logged in. 

Wow that’s so cute and wholesome! I’m so happy you found a healthy relationship! And they’re totally right, you shouldn’t rush yourself. You may feel alright, but it usually takes longer to heal. If you hurt yourself again before it heals, you’ll be much worse and can’t do shit, so be careful. Sometimes, you just gotta treat yourself as if you’d treat a child.

Yeah the music question is difficult, I should have made it easier! That album for that Lorde song is so comforting. It’s so light, sunny, and peaceful. I remember when it came out, it was so polarizing, but I liked it. Cults is such a throwback, I didn’t even realize they made new music. I used to listen to music from their first two albums a lot. When I read into the With My Eyes Closed lyrics, to me it’s about being scared of your future or outcome and it’s staring right back at you. So you close your eyes to keep it a surprise or having to stare at it back. I think it’s also about working hard to achieve a goal in your life, and wondering if it’s worth it or if it’s what you really wanted. I think the last lyric means it most likely was worth it. But that’s just my interpretation! 

If I had to answer the question, I’d probably do two songs too. In the first half I’d choose Rock Music by Shlohmo. That album pretty much predicted COVID and gives off world ending, apocalyptic L.A. feelings. The latter half, I’d choose Movement 6 from the album Promises. It’s my favorite album as of recently and reminds me of 2021 and onward.

I share a similar view as you. I used to plan my future a lot and have these expectations for myself, but I discovered that just leads to disappointment (but I guess it depends on the person). For me, life isn’t just a moving goal post. I think it’s better to be living in the present. I think it’s still okay to set loose goals and a direction for yourself, but I don’t believe in a strict stairway to success. 

Anyway, that’s super cool that you plan to go to Shanghai! I think knowing a different language is a superpower, it grants you a new perspective of the world. So I’m totally for it and cheering you on. There are so many cultures and communities to discover around the world. I’m trying to learn a new language, and I read a lot about theories in learning new languages, so if you need any pointers in developing your Chinese let me know. 

Honestly, I shouldn’t have thrown that question in there. My memory is a blur too, so I share the same sentiment. I just remember wholesome feelings of sharing each others perspectives in life.

I guess I asked that question because I have identity issues or I’m just existential. I feel as if my whole life, my personality has been in pleasing others and making sure everyone’s happy, to the point where I don’t really know how to be myself. I end up having too many hobbies or interests and it leads to feeling like I’m not good at anything. I just feel like I don’t have an identity. I wish I “had it together”, where I know what I want to do and I know what I want to stand for, and I knew what opinions I had for something. But I feel like I’m always in the gray, I’m always an “I guess” person, never decisive, and always basing my decisions on pleasing others. Not sure if you get me. When I was reading the past posts, my assumption is that I was wondering if I was “pleasing” you, if I was responding “correctly”, when in reality, I’m just wondering if I’m “being myself” or not. I feel like my personality back then wasn’t real and it was just mental illness in control lol. Ever since I stabilized my mental health, I really don’t know how to be myself, or what it’s like to experience being normal lol. I’m always inspired by artists, and wish I had some form of identity. Back then it was so easy to express myself, but now that I’ve changed so much, I feel it’s so hard to express myself and give a fuck about anything. I guess I have no one to please but myself now, and I don’t know how to please myself because I don’t even know myself lmao. It must be confusing but I hope that makes some sense! Also, not expecting an answer or anything, I’m just ranting at this point, haha.

Also, I don't expect you to respond to everything, this is getting super long! Unless you like these long back and forths, then go crazy haha.

Yea I love both lorde and cults. I'm very loyal to my nostalgia lol. I saw cults in concert though and it was really bad. The band was great but the singer was really pitchy. I needed some space from their music after that since it was so disappointing.. but yea, love their recorded music. I think your interpretation is interesting.

I like the songs you chose.

I'm working on the moving goal post thing. I always tell people to stay present but that's because I have such a hard time enjoying the process. I'm so goal-oriented, always have been. It's not sustainable and leads to burnout.

What language are you learning? I'm interested to hear more about these language-learning theories. Don't think I'm very familiar with the topic.

I think there is a lot of value in being in the grey. Nothing in life is black and white anyway, objective truth doesn't exist, and good and bad are just concepts. I have a lot of interests too, and there seems to be an expectation to master something and have a niche because of marketability and capitalism. But your many interests do make up who you are, and you don't have to pigeon hole yourself into one thing.

The phrase is, "jack of all trades, master of none, but better that than a master of one."

Not knowing who you want to be is an opportunity for you to explore and find out. I have a friend who has never been in a relationship and she just started dating maybe two years ago. I remember her asking me what to look for in a partner cuz she didn't know what she liked. But there was no advice I could give except to fuck around and find out. The only way to know is through doing. And what you don't want/who you aren't is just as important as you are too! It's honestly a really exciting position to be in.

Also, I just wanna say, people are always changing. It's not like you know who you are and then you stay that person forever anyway. Imo learning about yourself is the key to confidence and self-assuredness. I think people are always constantly learning about themselves because if you aren't changing, you aren't growing, and that's the worst thing you can do.

[stanknotstark]

Astral Pt. 13 (Loki x Reader)

I’m introducing ANOTHER character :D Morgan is very interesting and her powers are like Kang’s I’m very curious as to who would win in a fight tbh i wish i could’ve written an action scene because she can mind control and OH the drama that I could have played with! You guys are lucky cuz i had something worse written >:D

You and Loki are eating breakfast together in silence. When you finish your plate Loki tells you to grab a book from his quarters, while he finishes, so he can help you research Asgard. Then meet him in the common area since no one is there right now. 

Loki likes to teach you and watch your curiosity flare as you read up on Asgard, its customs, how healers work, how royalty works, instead of telling you. It’s the least he can do since you’ll never actually see Asgard in person. He’s a fantastic storyteller but you know he has a weakness, that weakness being that when you truly concentrate on something sometimes you stick your tongue out a bit and narrow your eyes. Other times you look at the book with guileless fascination. Plus, Loki knows there’s more satisfaction from learning on your own. He’s always there to answer your questions and debate with you though.

You walk back into the common area after grabbing the book, Loki looks at you, then a cloud of dark green appears between you both. Before you can react accordingly feminine arms are yanking you into the cloud of magic and you’re in someone’s arms definitely not at the tower anymore. You can only imagine what Loki is thinking. The last thing he probably saw was the book fall when you dropped it. Now he’s probably thinking the worst is going to happen, that you’re going to die, and honestly you don’t know what’s going on. For all you know you might actually be about to die. 

You try to wave off the nausea and dizziness following the teleportation you endured and assess your surroundings but someone is roughly pulling you somewhere. Just as you get your wits back there is a tight rope constricting your hands behind your back and around your ankles. You’re shoved into a rocky wall, twisting, back first causing you to let out a breathless grunt and slide into a sitting position on the ground.

Looking up you see a beautiful woman. She stands tall, her chin out in confidence. Her pale, petite face is framed by pitch black hair, the long tendrils held in braids resting on her chest and trailing to her hips they’re so long. She wears a green and black corset that flows into thigh armor that is engraved. No not engraved, made of actual scales, you shiver at the thought of what could have scales that big, nothing from Earth that’s sure. To end her amazing outfit, her green with black lace boots are thigh highs. You can faintly smell leather and something sweet you’ve never smelled before. You’re pretty sure this woman could be a really good dominatrix if she wanted to.

“That was much easier than expected. If the Avengers are Earth’s best defenders I’m disappointed, to say the least.” The woman tells you looking at her nails in boredom. You pick out her British accent.

You realize you’re not in immediate danger and say, “While I don’t mind getting kidnapped by beautiful women I usually like to know their names first, maybe take me on a date before you bring me back to your place.”

The woman chuckles. “My name is Morgan Le Fay of Britain, the world’s strongest sorceress, Morgana. That is until you came along.”

You frown. “That’s a mouthful.” 

Morgana shakes her head with a small smile. “Cute.”

“Look I’m not that powerful, I think you have the wrong person, most of the magic I use I can’t use for long because it gives me migraines.” You say while shifting around to get more comfortable. 

You finally take in your surroundings. All you can assess is that you’re in a cave, no telling how far from New York City, home. You know Loki could track you down if you could astral project but you don’t trust Morgana enough to take your eyes off of her. Maybe Tony is tracking your cell phone which you feel sitting in your back pocket. 

“Such a shame you’ll never discover your true potential. I’m here to kill you, child, but I had to get a taste of what runs through your blood before I do.” Morgana says kneeling in front of you. 

Morgana brings a hand to your head and when she touches you she gasps and closes her eyes. You simply watch from under her hand as she shivers. When she pulls her hand away her eyes are bright with curiosity but far away in thought. 

“Why would your mother want to kill someone so powerful, I would think having you on her side would be more preferable.” Morgana says under her breath. You only hear her because she’s so close to you. 

“My mother sent you?” You say trying to stall now that you know her intentions. 

Morgana hums. 

“I know my mother doesn’t love me but I never thought she’d send a glorified assassin after me. I’m honored, honestly.” You say your fingers playing with the rope around your wrists seeing if you could escape somehow. “How does my mother know you anyways, she doesn’t have any powers why would she know a sorceress?” 

Morgana frowns at you, “I like your humor in the face of death.” She quips with a hint of annoyance at your nonchalance of the situation, “When a celestial tells me to do something I tend to not question it.” You look at Morgana like she’s crazy then you watch as realization dawns on her face. 

“My child...You truly do not know?” 

You stop fiddling with the rope and look at Morgana with a raised eyebrow. “Know what? And I’m not a child.”

“Your true birth mother, celestial Madonna.” Morgana says ignoring your plea to be respected.

At this you freeze and lose all the breath in your lungs. 

Thor was right, you’re adopted.

“It was prophesied that celestial Madonna would give birth to the most powerful being in the universe. Kang wanted to be father to such child and hunted her down. He impregnated her, held her captive until she birthed you. She fled when she had the chance but couldn’t take you with her.” Morgana explains while standing and pacing the cave’s floor. “Kang, who was being chased by the Avengers, planted you in an alternate universe and time. No one has known where you were until a few years ago when you used magic for the first time.” Morgana finishes, stopping and looking down at you.

She gives you a look of pity as you process everything. It all made sense now. Kang wants you to be his weapon of destruction. Why your parents have always hated you and treated you like shit. 

“My mother wants me dead and sent you to do her dirty work...Meaning she’s alive somewhere?” You ask trying to not panic with the influx of information.

“She’s here on Earth until she knows you’re dead. Said you’re more of a liability than anything. I’m being paid handsomely for your head.” Morgana says. She then brings a hand up and flicks it. Dark green magic flows and through the smokey magic you see a quin jet then see flashes of Loki, Steve, Natasha, Tony, and Thor talking, concerned and frightened looks on their faces but hear nothing. 

“Your friends are near.” Is all Morgana says like it’s an afterthought. She makes the magic disappear and looks at you with determination. “I have a proposition for you, child.”

You’re not really in the position to argue so you nod at her.

“Promise me you’ll hunt down Kang and right before you deliver the last strike on his miserable life you call on me and let me do it. While I love your mother dearly I have a penchant for revenge.”

“Fine.” You say. At this Morgana looks at you, sizing you up, but decides you’re harmless enough and makes the rope around your wrists and ankles disappear. When you stand she magics a gold ring with a square emerald on it and gives it to you. 

“When the time comes throw this on the ground and stomp on it with your foot then stand back, I shall appear where the ring is.”

You nod and slip the ring onto your right ring finger finding that it fits perfectly. 

“Do not use it for anything else, it is a one time use. If you use it for something trivial I will kill you without hesitation, our deal will be void.” Morgana says, she frowns and without asking places a hand on your head again. This time you feel her magic search your mind and gasp when she does something that makes you feel energetic and calm.

When Morgana pulls her hand away she explains, “Your powers were behind a barrier, I simply destroyed it. You should be able to wield magic without headaches now but you’re going to use your full power unless you learn how to tame it. Do not kill yourself or I’ll bring you back to life just to kill you again.”

You look at Morgana in disbelief and annoyance because she keeps threatening your life.

 She gives you a sympathetic look. “I’m truly sorry such a fate has fallen on you, child.” And then she’s gone and you’re left in a dark cave. 

You hadn’t even realized Morgana had used magic to light up the space you both inhabited until you’re left standing in pitch black. Without hesitation you light up both fists with fire and start to make your way out of the cave. You plan to contact Loki when you truly know where you are. However, when you reach the entrance you see the quin jet landing in an open field not that far from the cave’s entrance on the side of a mountain. The first person out of the ship is Loki and he is sprinting towards you, Thor not far behind with Steve and Nat pulling the flank. 

When Loki reaches you you open your mouth to tell him you’re ok but he pulls you into his chest hard and squeezes you till you’re breathless. Then he holds you at arms length and looks over your face first, then body.

“Are you hurt, did she use any magic on you?” He asks urgently.

“I’m fine, Loki, we just talked, she’s not a danger to us.” You say with a small smile that you’re sure doesn’t reach your eyes because Loki doesn’t lose the concerned look on his face. He doesn’t push it either though. Thor stays suspiciously silent when he reaches you both. He touches you as if to check that you’re real but drops his hand and claps Loki on the back more for calming him instead of camaraderie.

You look at Steve and Nat with a small wave and embarrassed grimace when Loki, Thor, and you reach them as you all walk towards the quin jet. After you’ve told them multiple times that you’re fine they all relax a bit but not by much. You mostly feel embarrassed you were taken so easily. You didn’t even put up a fight.

You’re sitting in the quin jet quiet other than to answer their questions without going into details because you’re still trying to unravel what you’ve been told. 

“Why did she take you?” Steve asks, standing in front of you, arms crossed, with Nat next to him while Loki sits at your side, holding your hand. You know he has questions because his fingers keep playing with the new ring on your hand and he gives you looks you can’t decipher. Thor is speaking with Tony in the cockpit so you’re free of their questions until later thankfully.

“She wants me to find Kang so she may kill him.” You say.

Thankfully Loki and Thor had told the group of superheroes who Kang was after the incident with the Growing Man. They told them what they knew of the man which honestly wasn’t much. 

At your words you feel Loki stop playing with the ring. He understands its purpose now. He must have used his magic to look over the ring and see if it was a danger to anyone but especially you, sensing it had magic dwelling in it.

“That doesn’t explain why she took you specifically. She could have told all of us. She didn’t have to kidnap you.” Natasha says knowing you enough to know you’re hiding valuable information. 

You frown and look at your feet. “I-”

You go quiet and everyone stays quiet too, you listen to the engine of the quin jet and Thor and Tony bickering in the background. You think about how Loki’s hand fits perfectly in yours and is soft but has rough patches of callouses from his use of daggers. You take a deep breath in through your nose, closing your eyes, and smell leather, sweat, and that smell the quin jet emits like a new car. 

When you open your eyes you look up at Steve and Natasha and ask, “How did you find me?” 

Natasha frowns at your very obvious deflection. Steve answers. “Tony tracked your cell phone but it’s thanks to Loki we found you so fast. He used his magic to track your magic or something.” Steve says uncrossing his arms and shrugging while glancing at Loki.

You look at Loki who raises a brow at you. “Our bond.” Is all he says at your inquisitive look. You nod in understanding. 

“Where are we, exactly?” You ask them.

“The border of New York and Pennsylvania.” Steve says. That explains why they were able to reach you so quick. If Morgana teleported you so close that means your stalling is the only reason you’re alive. She planned to make you a quick death.

When Nat opens her mouth to ask you another question you shake your head at her. “I’m exhausted can I take a nap before I tell you everything?” You ask, realizing you’ve got at least 45 minutes of free time since the jet isn’t going full speed.

Nat looks a little apologetic and Steve nods and says, “We’re happy you’re ok.” and then they both make their way to the opposite side of the quin jet. 

You and Loki settle into the quin jet’s seats as comfortably as you can. He stays suspiciously quiet about everything but brings an arm up and around your shoulders and lets you lay your head on his shoulder where it meets his neck. When you’re settled he keeps holding your hand but his free hand around your shoulder comes up to stroke your hair. It doesn’t take long to fall asleep. 

Pt. 12.1/Pt. 13/?

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