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[o-sachi]

Do a Somersalt ! ‧₊˚ ⋅ Blue Lock Chars. (Request)

ଳ how would the blue lock boys react to a gymnast s/o who is muscular? ଳ characters; isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, reo mikage, chigiri hyoma, michael kaiser, shidou ryusei ଳ tags; floof, afab reader, no y/n

ᯓ Isagi Yoichi

"You're going to the gym? Can I come too?"

The man is absolutely mesmerized by you. The way you look alone never fails to amaze him. But when you're in your element? He's definitely somewhere—melting into a puddle after witnessing your moves.

An absolute sucker for your muscles, especially the thighs. He'll poke at 'em, squish 'em, and lay his head on 'em.

He will always always always ask to watch your competitions. It's only fair that he provide moral support for you since you do the same for his football games. Hell—even if it's just practice, he'll try to come and watch you anyway.

He loves the way you look, but a small part of him wants to be more muscular as well because he thinks he'd embarrass you if he wasn't as lean as you :(

"Hey, what would you think if I were more muscular?" / "Hmm, I'd be pretty proud, but you look great as you are." / "Be for real." / "I am being for real though?"

Doesn't really dwell on that thought. It's more of a fleeting one if anything. He's more preoccupied about admiring you anyway.

ᯓ Bachira Meguru

"How the fuck did you flip like that? I wanna do it too."

Expect him to hound you about teaching him all your "cool" moves. He'll ask about the complicated ones even though both of you know that he won't be doing that with just an explanation, a demo, and a prayer.

Bachira's quite flexible though, so you do manage to teach him some stuff. He was SO ecstatic the first time he was able to do a move that you two had been going over for an hour.

"Babe, I think I'm ready to do a double back salto tucked with a triple twist." / "Okay, first of all, even I can't do that... and two, how do you know that?" / "There's this little thing called 'the internet'?"

He's not really one to be too observant of what body type his s/o has, but he'll always compliment your muscles.

The way his face lights up when both of you find out you can lift him up like a baby is priceless. It may or may not be the reason why he loves your muscles so much...

ᯓ Nagi Seishiro

"Ah... can you carry me back? What? I'm not that heavy..."

Nagi loves your muscles. They're firm, but they make good pillows. He says he falls asleep faster when he's in your arms or when his head is resting on your lap.

Another reason is because you can give him piggyback rides. Sure, he's more than 6 feet tall and still weighs more than you, but you suck it up and try to lift him anyway.

He's so in awe of all the moves that you do on the bars or on the floor. If he's watching you compete, he's most likely thinking about how much of a hassle those moves are.

"Don't you get tired of swinging around like that? Looks tough." / "You know that football matches are 90 minutes long, right?" / "...I know and I hate running for that long."

After both of your trainings, he'll invite you to take a long ass nap in the ac and under the comfiest blanket ever. It's impossible to say no to him.

ᯓ Reo Mikage

"Hey, your video got 500 likes already—as expected."

He pretty much has documented your entire career with how many pictures and videos he has taken of you training or performing. He has his own archive for your competitions too.

"Baby, there is no such thing as too much when it comes to you." / "Um... actually—" / "Shhh... shh..."

You two have the same trainer, nutritionist, manager—everything. He'll introduce you to his team that keeps him in tip-top shape for football so that you can be your best self in gymnastics too.

If he's unable to attend a competition of yours, he'll send someone to watch and record it for him.

Of course, he'll make it up by throwing an epic celebration for you regardless if you won or not. Reo will shower you with endless praise.

ᯓ Chigiri Hyoma

"The judges don't know what the fuck they're doing, honestly."

He's like... such a mom when he comes to watch your competitions. He'll be sitting in the audience—both amazed and a bit worried when you do risky moves.

When the judges score lower than what he expects, he'll start muttering under his breath about how stupid they are and that you deserve WAAAY higher.

The biggest hype man ever. It doesn't matter if you won or lost—he'll always express his admiration for you. If you did win, he'll celebrate the heck out of it with you. But if you lost, he'll reassure you and still celebrate for the effort you put in.

He likes choosing your leotard and hairstyle for you. When you give him the liberty to do so, the biggest smile appears on his face.

"Hmm... this purple one looks good, but I like the red one too." / "Hyoma, you know I'm only going to practice, right?" / "I know, I know."

ᯓ Michael Kaiser

"I only got into it because of you, y'know?"

He will shamelessly ogle your muscles. It's one thing that they look great. But it's another to know that you put in tons of hard work and discipline into building that kind of body. And he respects that quite a lot.

His knowledge of gymnastics when you first started dating was little to none. But suddenly he's so into it now. He watches other gymnasts' routines and learns the common moves and rules in competitions.

Mihya acts lowkey about it, but he feels a sense of pride seeing you happy when the two of you get to talk about the thing you love the most. It'll start of with him initiating the topic, then you'll just rant until you're tired. He won't complain though.

He felt like his heart was sucked right out of his chest when he saw your outfit for a certain competition. It was a black and blue leotard with blue roses on it. You swore his eyes watered a bit, but apparently it was just the wind...

"Well... you look great." / "Are you crying?" / "Huh? Crying? Psh. You're literally seeing things." / "Okay, Gaslighter3000."

ᯓ Shidou Ryusei

"Heh, wanna bet who can do more flips in a minute?"

He's actually glad that you're strong and muscular because it means he doesn't have to hold back as much. Also, he's just into the whole muscle mommy thing. Yes, he's that guy.

Shidou knows you can do pretty amazing things which, of course, leads to the most bizarre hypotheticals and bets ever.

"Babe, do you think you could flip off of that ledge?" / "Seriously. Look at it. It's like twice your height and it's all cement." / "Oh so then you're lame? I bet I could do that."

As much as you'd love to bring him to competitions... he just gets too excited (not that kind of excited). He'll start shouting and cheering you to the point that everyone will be looking at him.

His phone's storage is like 70% videos of you performing moves or you training. He finds it adorable when you're putting in work and doing things that can blow people away.

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[ducktracy]

TDTEBU is now the definitive Looney Tunes movie that understands the characters, but for a long time, it was LT: Back in Action. Imo, I believe there is a great movie in there. But despite its problems, I still enjoy it a good deal. It’s wacky, looney, high-spirited, the writing has aged surprisingly well, and it’s some of Joe Alaskey’s best work as Daffy. Not to mention Eric Goldberg’s animation is crisp! What are your honest thoughs on BIA all these years later?

YESSSSSS a tried and true Looney Tunes movie!! it's still really kinda bonkers to think that this is the first film in the series' 95 YEAR HISTORY that's all animated... not tacked on with human sidekicks...

MY HONEST OPINION ON BIA. well.. it's, it's honest HAHA. it UNQUESTIONABLY was the best LT movie pre-TDTEBU, but is also my least favorite LT movie (not counting Space Jam 2, but it's Space Jam 2 cmon). BiA is a much better film than Space Jam 1 tenfold, and i genuinely respect and am happy people hold it in the admiration that they do

but MAN, it's just not a movie for me. no movie is for me if said movie makes a joke about every Daffy Duck fan being a basement dwelling incel and repeatedly talking about how unlikable and hated he is. i know it's a joke!! but i really can't stand that era of disdain for the source material cynicism, because it's not cynicism, it just feels like punching down on these characters for no reason and insulting the people who love them. maybe i'm proving the exact point of this joke. but the entire hook of Friz Freleng's fame hungry Daffy in particular is that he IS talented! he IS amazing! he IS really, really good! and Bugs wins out by doing absolutely nothing! Daffy himself says this in BiA with the "chomp on a carrot and everyone loves you" line which, i'm sorry to say, is a line I ABSOLUTELY DETEST LOL UGHHHHHHH. i was just talking about this the other day about how TDTEBU had so much better pathos than BiA in that regard, i cannot at all take Daffy's self pitying seriously and it makes me roll my eyes to the highest of heavens. the pathos just feels so forced in BiA and something about that moment feels particularly out of character to me--at least for it to be played so straight and for so long. Daffy is not a self loathing or pitying character. he has his lapses, but regardless of characterization he is INCREDIBLY quick to rebound, and that often lands him in even more trouble than he was before. there's a certain defeatism here with that scene that makes me roll my eyes and just feels misguided. i get they gotta have the emotional beat, but nothing about it feels sincere to me and instead just irritates me. maybe this is because i wanna grab the screen, shake it, and scream "I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!"

ANYWAY. i just derailed my first point. i really dislike that BiA plays up the whole "Daffy is a loser and loved by losers" thing because it completely misses the point of the original dynamic that this is built on, in that Daffy is actually an extroardinary talent and goes above and beyond to prove it and absolutely nobody recognizes it. and the film seems half aware of this, again through the aforementioned carrot line, but to my recollection they don't push it far enough in Daffy's favor. they don't push it to show the commentary that he is in the right and deserves to be celebrated. it instead just feels like it's punching down on him from all sides, often beyond intent. extremely exhausting! and i've said it before and i said it again--if i were Brendan Frasier i would absolutely be overjoyed that Daffy is in my presence. i think him being annoyed and apathetic towards him all the time is a skill issue. give him to me. Daffy i'll treat you right

i also just don't like it that much because the cast is so limited--it wasn't always going to be the case! executive meddling very much screwed this film over, and i'd love to have seen what it would've been like if Joe Dante's vision went undisturbed. but i'm already not very keen on the Bugs and Daffy shorts (though i'm much warmer on them than i was the last time i've seen this film in full), Daffy and Brendan Frasier are really the only two i'm interested in at all.. i know this is hypocritical of me to say because i always go on about how i think the LT characters should remain independent of each other and not cross universes, but i do wish we got some more of the others. there are a lot of deep cut cameos in the film i enjoy! they did their research! but i'm not big on Bugs and Daffy's dynamic in general, and i'm ESPECIALLY not big on the "gentrified"/misunderstood Bugs and Daffy dynamics of the modern era. this film is just full of bad habits and red flags for me that i really do not like

it is a very well crafted film, though. it's taken me an embarrasingly long time to come around to Alaskey's Daffy, but he's fantastic. Daffy himself is the best part of the film, when they're not running over his brains and telling you how much you should hate him and how much he's hated. the art direction and animation is gorgeous, especially Eric Goldberg's museum sequence. the political correctness joke makes me roll my eyes into the high heavens as well, but i like that Porky gets a cameo, especially because what he says about losing the stutter and being told he's not something is based on a true story lmao. the thinly veiled contempt for Porky's character of the 90s-00s makes me see red. it's by all accounts a much better film than Space Jam... but i prefer Space Jam because it's at least so stupid that it's a bafflingly fun time. i hate how self serious BiA can get (again, the carrot line) and i don't really find its tone cynical so much as i do berating and exhausting. maybe this is all coming from a "well, I love Daffy. why didn't they take me into account for this? huh? wow. smh" perspective.

i actually just found some thoughts i laid out last year discussing my predictions for TDTEBU and how it would handle any emotional moments and comparing it to BiA--seems i was mostly right (there was indeed a "dumb confrontation scene" but i say dumb in multiple senses, some with affection because that scene is a doozy LMAO iykyk)

but yes, needless to say, TDTEBU blows everything out of the water for me HAHA. it actually loves the characters it stars, for one!

[fandom-susceptible]

So I've been thinking about where The Dragon Prince left things after Season 7, especially since they had to wrap it up so quickly and it doesn't look like they're likely to get full ten seasons.

I'm still very unsettled by Terry. I know he had his whole "Zuko here" moment and "redemption arc", but it rings hollow for me for a guy who spent the previous several seasons totally cool with a genocide against his own people as long as it was Claudia doing it. I super don't buy his shock and dismay at Claudia trying to kill the illusion of her mother after what he himself did to Ibis. I want to know where he came from and why he's okay with Dark Magic, just so long as it's not Aaravos.

Which is only loosely tied into a thought I wanna dwell on more, but is somewhat important background information for my thought process.

So at the end of Season 7, Soren, Corvus, Pyrrah, and Terry take off looking for King Harrow in the body of Pip the songbird. They wouldn't even know to look except that Runaan confirmed that King Harrow didn't fight back at the assassination, and instead just squawked, and Corvus put the pieces together.

Ezran is still struggling to forgive Runaan for his part in Harrow's death, which I think actually adds to his depth of character. He's no longer an innocent child - the "true soul", "death of innocence" theme from this season was strong, and Ezran is the peak example of it. He must find a way to balance his ideals with the pain that far more adult figures have been struggling with for years. Callum made a good point bringing up that he forgave Zubeia, and we didn't get to see Ezran's response, but imo his reaction to Callum's betrayal sort of fills in the blanks. It was Zubeia's mate and son that she thought were dead. I can see how that would make more sense for a kid like Ezran, who grew up with very strong familial bonds and values, than Runaan and the other assassins carrying out revenge for someone else when they have no personal grudge of their own.

Anyways. Consider.

Pip/Harrow's been missing for three years now. That bird could be anywhere on either side of the continent by now, though he is living with the mind of a king. He's also nowhere near Katolis, or Ezran would have found him already, from going to talk to "Pip" and finding that the bird is carrying an entirely different soul.

So imagine, in that time lapse in the final episode, Soren and Corvus come back and confess that they haven't found anything of worth. The last maybe-sighting of Pip was from some soldiers in Viren's army who thought they saw the bird following them into the Sunfire plains in Xadia. It's been two years, and they don't know.

So Rayla says she knows someone who might be able to help. The best tracker in Xadia. He can find anyone on the Xadian side of the border, and anyone he's ever tried to find in the Human Kingdoms too. He's diligent and has only ever missed one target. If anyone can track down King Harrow, it's him . . . but Ez isn't going to like it.

Runaan.

And at first Ezran doesn't. But Rayla makes a point, and Corvus and Soren aren't having any luck on their own or with Terry (if he's even relevant, tbh, if I write it he probably won't be because i am still disturbedd by that guy). So he agrees - with conditions, of course.

Runaan is hesitant when he's told the news, and when Ezran asks him why, he just delicately points out that a king in the body of a bird is also a bird with none of the instincts of a bird, and may not have survived regardless of the war, unless he's learned how to feed himself and managed to avoid all possible predators for three years straight.

Ezran acknowledges it, tells him that's something he's . . . preparing for. But Corvus gets to make the call that they've searched too much and Harrow is likely dead. Not Runaan.

So the terms are agreed to and Runaan ends up going on a road trip with Soren and Corvus. Please imagine the comedic value of dignified older assassin in the midst of a major cultural deconstruction trying to do serious business with Soren. Especially Soren and Corvus. And the flip side - imagine Soren and Corvus seeing what Xadia is like towards Moonshadow elves, especially ones of Runaan's description (tall, menacing, leader, broken horn, homosexual - am I talking about Runaan or Kim'dael). Possibly featuring an appearance from the surviving Dragonguard, and Runaan's reaction to Hendyr specifically, the Skywing elf who KNEW Tiadrin and Lain stayed to protect the egg and chose not to save it or to clear their names.

[a-killer-obsession]

🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

A search for a rumored Vegapunk weapon leads the Kid Pirates to an unexpected new crewmate, with a bloodlust that rivals their own and an incredible power.

CW: Please check AO3 for all current warnings, but general warning for smut, slow burn, serious gore, and really dark themes. AFAB reader, she/her pronouns.

Masterlist || AO3 || Chapter 1

Chapter 36 - Breaking Point, Side A

Tensions flare in the aftermath of a traumatic night.

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Dawn's crying woke you both up only a few hours later, Heat quick to urge you to rest and collecting her from the crib. You sat up, knowing full well she was probably hungry. You didn't know how old she was but you guessed only a few months, she probably wanted to feed every four or so hours. Your breasts were aching for release anyway, now that they had been drained once it felt like your body was kicking into overdrive, your breasts noticeably heavier and firmer than they had been the last few days. Maybe this is what the books meant when they talked about your milk coming in. Either way, you were just as eager to feed her as she was to eat, her cries making your breasts leak and wet your shirt. You held your hands out for her and Heat lowered her to you carefully, as her little arms escaped from the swaddle and refused to let go of his finger.

She was quick to latch again, and you could see now in the daylight that her eyes were a sparkling blue. It hurt, with the blonde puff of hair and blue eyes she looked the way you imagined your own baby might have. Come to think of it, you hadn't even named him. You couldn't afford to dwell on it now, there was a very much alive orphaned little girl currently on your breast who needed you to keep your head. So young and yet she'd already been through so much. Heat watched with fascination as she made small squeaking sounds and kept his finger in a surprisingly strong grasp, forcing him to cuddle up against you, not that either of you minded. You let yourself rest against him, his free hand squirming its way behind you to wrap around your waist, giving in to the fantasy that this was your little family. That nothing traumatic had led to this strange situation, this was entirely normal and comforting, before the stress of reality reared its ugly head.

“What are we gonna do Heat?” You sighed.

“I'm gonna go out and grab a bunch of stuff as soon as you're okay with me heading out,” he replied, “whatever you need, I'll get it”

“My mask,” you pouted, “it's back on the ship”

“I'll get it,” he clenched his teeth, “you just stay here and rest, just focus on yourself and Dawn, I'm gonna take care of both of you don't worry about anything. The doctors said you need to be on bedrest for at least a week, after last night I'm enforcing that. You're not lifting a finger till you're recovered”

Together you made a list of everything you thought you needed, and against his desires he left to fetch them, putting a very milk drunk Dawn back in the crib before heading out, leaving you to get a little more much needed sleep. He decided to do the hardest part first, heading back to the Victoria to grab your mask. He hoped everyone would be asleep as it was still very early morning. He sauntered up the gangplank as quietly as he could and head underdeck to the infirmary where he'd last seen your mask, after Mohawk removed it during your operation. Thankfully it was still sitting in place on the back counter, a little blood on it still but otherwise unharmed.

“You wanna explain where the fuck you were going with my girlfriend and packed bags last night?” An aggressive baritone came from behind him. He turned to the masked first mate, a scowl on his face as he used his height to feign confidence over the shorter blond.

“She's not your girlfriend, or did Kid not pass on the message?” Heat spat back at him, “she said, and I quote, ‘he and I are over, we're done’. You pushed her too far Killer, she's done with you hurting her”

“Me? Hurting her?” He let out a laugh, a genuine unhindered one that threw Heat back in surprise. “She killed my fucking baby, she should have fucking listened when I told her it was too dangerous”

“A marine killed your baby Killer,” Heat yelled, surprise quickly overruled by anger, “her baby, that she grew and nurtured and could feel inside her. A baby you didn't even plan on having! You're not the only one grieving, you're just the only selfish prick acting like it's all about you. Hasn't she fucking been through enough? She delivered her own fucking dead baby in the middle of a battle and you won't even look at her. She needed you and you fucking abandoned her, just like you always do! It took her so long to let you back in after your last fuck up and in the blink of an eye you managed to fuck it all up again”

Killer punched Heat hard, his jaw making an audible click as his face was forced sideways. If he was anyone else he might have been sent flying, but he was just as strong as the blond, bodying the hit like it was nothing. He turned his head back to Killer and grabbed a fist full of his shirt, raising him off the ground like he weighed nothing.

“You want a baby so fucking bad? Go knock some whore up,” Heat spat, “because apparently that's all she was to you. Just a fucking broodmare. She'll never carry another child again, so you better go get to work finding a new incubator cos she can't do it anymore. Did you ever even love her or was she just convenient? Just a quick way to get what you wanted?”

“Of course I loved her!” Killer shouted as he forced his way out of Heat's grasp, “love her” he corrected himself.

“Then fucking act like it,” Heat shoved him hard, Killer's back connecting with a infirmary cot. “She spent the last three days waiting for you to man up and go to her, and instead you just sat around here twirling your hair and acting like the whole world is against you. Pull your fucking head out of your ass Killer. She just went through something traumatic and you're too busy grieving the dead to see the living. You know where Wire found her last night? On the edge of a fucking cliff. Getting ready to fucking jump. You did that, you drove her to think shes worth so little that she'd be better off dead, her death would have been blood on your hands Killer”

“She… I didn't know,” he said quietly, mask tilted away, unable to look at Heat for the shame he felt.

“Of course you didn't, because you haven't fucking talked to her,” Heat growled, “if you had then you'd know how fucking torn up she is, how much she's blaming herself. She thinks you only loved her because of the baby. You know what she said to me when she woke up in the infirmary, after your stroppy ass stormed out without even looking at her? She said tell him I'll make him another one, you should have seen the heartbreak on her face when I told her she couldn't, because she thinks the only reason you want her is to make babies. She'd just lost her baby, fought for her life after almost bleeding to death, and found out she'd never carry another child, and all she was thinking about was you, how disappointed you'd be with her. It's fucked Killer, you're fucked for putting those thoughts in her head. All you had to do was fucking be there for her, but you were too fucking selfish to do the bare fucking minimum”

Killer slumped down against the cot and put his head between his knees. A harsh sob came from him, but Heat didn't have it in him to comfort him, he didn't deserve comfort, not after the hurt he'd inflicted on the woman Heat loves. The firebreather gave him a tsk and started rummaging in the cabinets for pain medication for you, knowing you were still physically hurting immensely even if you didn't say it when you made the list.

“I'll… I'll do better,” Killer cried.

“That's what you told her last time,” Heat scorned.

“I didn't mean to shut her out, I just… I needed someone to blame,” he said sadly.

“Then blame the fucking marines! Don't go blaming her! She didn't do shit!” Heat yelled, “and for the fucking record, it could have happened outside of battle anyway, its not uncommon. Would you still have blamed her then, or would you finally have some fucking sympathy? How much does she have to suffer before you decide she's worthy of your comfort?”

“Where is she?” Killer asked.

“None of your fucking business,” Heat growled. “You and Kid have three days to apologise and grovel before the log pose resets, otherwise you're sailing away without the three of us. You wanna talk, you talk to me, I have my mini den-den, you're not getting near her till I say you can”

“Three?” Killer asked.

“They didn't tell you shit did they?” Heat half laughed, “she went to that cliff to kill herself, but instead some lady with the same idea handed her a baby and jumped”

“I… I saw it last night… I thought it was a ghost,” Killer's eyes were wide with surprise under the mask. He'd seen the small bundle, asleep in your arms, but it hadn't made any sense so he'd chalked it up to a mania induced hallucination.

“Yeah well, she's keeping it, but not on this ship, not after what Kid said,” Heat scorned.

“What did Kid say?”

“He called her a worthless whore and a life ruiner,” Heat tutted as he gathered some shit in a plastic bag, “real nice stuff to someone who just lost her baby and was forcibly sterilised, like we hadn't just found her trying to kill herself”

“I wanna talk to her,” Killer grabbed Heat's pants as he walked past. Heat kicked his hand away and kept moving.

“Too fucking bad, she's busy and she's tired and she doesn't want shit to do with you,” Heat replied coldly.

Killer watched Heat move as a realisation dawned on him. Heat had never spoken to him or Kid like this, the man was usually obedient and loyal, more akin to a puppy than the territorial wolf he was being right now. “You love her, don't you?”

“So what if I do?” Heat replied, “even if she never loves me back, I would never hurt her the way you have. She deserves better.”

“Oh, and you're better?” He scoffed.

“Well Killer, I didn't fucking leave her to mourn on her own after she lost her baby,” Heat spat, “in fact, I was the one there for her, every second I could be. I'm the one who was with her every minute I could be for the last three days, when all she wanted was her so-called loving boyfriend. So yeah, I'd say I can do better. I am doing better. I'm picking up your fucking mess but I'll do it happily because she means the fucking world to me.”

“So what, you're just gonna go play house with her and some stranger's baby?” Killer laughed.

“If that's what she wants, yeah,” Heat replied, “and if she doesn't, I'll support that too, because she's a fucking human being with her own thoughts and feelings that deserve to be recognised, not just a hole for you to breed. Maybe it's for the best, this way she gets to have a baby and she isn't stuck tied to your pathetic excuse of a man. You're a fucking coward Killer, you talk big game but when it comes down to it you're just a scared little boy who thinks he can just ignore his problems till they go away. The worst thing is that people still care about you, but you ignore them too. Hell she probably still cares about you. But you act like the whole fucking world is against you. Really it's just you, hiding away in your room and tearing shit up, refusing to take your meds just so everyone will treat you like the victim, when you could have been out there comforting her when she needed you. She never would have gone to that cliff if you'd just fucking let her in, if you'd let her mourn with you. You're fucking lucky some random woman decided to hand her a baby and off herself or Yin would be dead right now. Even if she ever forgives you, I might not, because what you did was selfish and cruel, and you almost took her from me because of it, from all the people who care about her. So much for the dangerous Massacre Soldier Killer, you're just a pathetic little man who can't even comfort a woman when she so desperately needed you. You should've stuck to whores, emotions are clearly too advanced for you.”

“Are you done?” Killer growled, standing now with his arms crossed in front of Heat as the taller man cussed him out.

“Far fucking from it,” he growled, “but she needs me, and unlike you my head isn't too far up my own ass to see, so I'll be going now. Have a nice life, Massacre Soldier”

Manic laughter followed Heat out into the hall, all the way until he reached the gangplank and fled far enough for the sound to no longer travel.

Dawn was back on your breast when Heat returned, making you jump at first before his wild mop of blue hair appeared, using his ass to open the door because his hands were too full. Comically, he was wearing your mask on his head to save hand space, but it was clearly far too small for him, sitting on a mound of hair instead of his actual head. You snorted as he entered the room, putting down the large armfulls of bags with a heavy sigh of relief. He pulled the mask from his head and set it on a dresser before collapsing on the bed next to you, his hands over his chest and his eyes closed.

“She sure eats a lot huh?” Heat noted, turning his head to the side to watch Dawn. Her little arms were wiggling around like she was searching for something, so he turned to his side and offered her his hand. Her fingers wound around one of his and he couldn't help but blush. Given his big, somewhat scary appearance he wasn't used to small vulnerable things being so fearless with him. “Small but strong too”

“I don't know how old she is, but she seems to want to eat every three or four hours,” you replied with a yawn, “God I'm so tired. And hungry”

“I got you some food from the bakery down the street but you'll have to wait till little miss here releases me so I can grab it,” he laughed, trying to reclaim his finger but her grip was iron tight.

“You're the fucking best Heat,” you smiled, half lidded in your exhaustion. He didn't envy you, he hadn't exactly had much sleep either between when the nurses kicked him out of the hospital and when Kid had called them all for an emergency meeting about Killer, but then he wasn't putting all his energy into feeding another living being while recovering from a traumatic birth and major surgery. By the time Dawn was thoroughly milk drunk and nodding off again, you were nearly asleep, leaning against his chest with his arms around you to keep you upright, now that the small one had released her insane grip on his finger. He took Dawn carefully from your hold and put her back in the crib, admiring her for a moment before returning his attention to looking after you.

He rummaged in the bags and brought over the baked goods and a bottle of water, and you could barely open your eyes as you accepted them and sleepily nibbled. He had to take the remnants from your hand as you started to slouch over, a fond smile on his face at how cute you were in such a sleepy state, your lips turned upwards just the tiniest bit at the corners.

“Heat, do you love me?” You mumbled against his chest as you both got settled under the covers, your warm breath tickling the bare parts of his chest through the lacing of his corset. His breath hitched at the question, taken entirely by surprise and feeling like a deer in headlights. “Sorry,” you apologised, feeling the way he tensed, “I just… last time we slept together, it felt like more than just two friends fucking. I thought maybe you loved me. It's okay, I'm not mad if you don't, I just… thought”

“I do love you,” he breathed, his whole body still tense. He thought he might puke from the anxiety, worried the next words out of your mouth would be disgust or rejection. Nobody had ever loved him like that before, not in a romantic way. He was used to meaningless hookups during short stays at islands with people he'd never see again. The way you made him feel was entirely foreign, which is probably why it'd taken him so long to name the feeling.

“I know I said once that I didn't think I could fall in love with you,” you said softly, intertwining your fingers with his, making him relax a little, “but I think maybe that was a lie. You give me butterflies, Heat. And you make me feel so safe, you always have.”

He let out a shaky breath and a tear rolled down his cheek, he didn't realise just how stressed he was till you noticed the glistening trail and wiped it with your thumb. Your eyes bore into his, suddenly more alert now as you inspected his perpetually sad face before pressing a soft kiss on his mouth. You pulled away with a sigh, your forehead resting on his.

“I didn't notice you falling for me, I should have noticed,” you whispered,”I'm so sorry Heat. I'm… I'm going through a lot right now, but just knowing you're here, that at least one person in this godforsaken world wants me is enough to make me want to live”

“I thought you were dead,” his tears flowed freely now, his hands shaking as he finally processed the last three days. He'd been trying so hard to keep it together, to stay strong for you, because he knew you needed him, but those walls were crumbling so fast under your warm touch. “After the hospital said you left, we followed your vivre to where we knew the cliffs were, and it was burning. I knew physically you were fine, but for your resolve to be so set that your vivre burned… I… I thought I'd lost you. I only just realised how much I loved you after Quincy hurt you but I thought you were going to die last night thinking nobody loved you and I just… I never would have been able to live with myself. I should have told you sooner but I was so scared you'd hate me for it or that it'd ruin our friendship”

“Oh Heat,” your own tears started to meld with his as you pressed your cheeks together, your arms tight around his shoulders as he started to sob against you, the dam collapsing under the immense pressure of his emotions. “I'm so sorry, I'm so fucking sorry. I never wanted to hurt you, I was just so fucked up and I just couldn't take it anymore. I should have seen you there, I should have known you were there for me like you've always been, I've been such a ghost lately that I didn't see” You held his head gently in your hands, his dark eyes glassy with tears as he sniffed and looked at you, “I'm not ready right now, but I have no intention of leading you on. I'm gonna find the strength to say those three words Heat, because I know I feel them, I just can't bring myself to say them right now. Please don't stop loving me, you're all I have”

His lips crashed against yours, pain and fear and love and overflowing intangible emotions bursting at the seams as his tongue fought against yours and his hands held you close against him. You could feel his growing erection against your thigh so you slid your hand down his front, threading it under the waistband of his baggy pants, desperately needing to make him feel good, to alleviate your guilt after the hurt you'd put him through. He let out an almost pained whine as you started to pump him, his kisses messy and half focused as you serviced him, till he couldn't focus on anything else anymore and all he could do was pant against your shoulder. It didn't take him long to cum, so wound up from the overbearing stress that the release you gave him had him letting out a stuttered groan as he came, his seed spilling over your hand and lubricating his cock as you worked him through it.

“Shh, I've got you,” you cooed as you made your final slow strokes, his breath hot on your shoulder as he gripped you tight like he was afraid you would disappear forever if he let go. It was almost painful, given your sore breasts and surgery site. “Heaaaat, loosen your grip baby, I'm not going anywhere, I promise”

He let go a little but refused to entirely remove his hold on you, but you were more than fine with that now that the pressure wasn't painful. You held his head close to your heart and stroked his hair, and your steady heartbeat and tender caresses in the afterglow of his orgasm finally lulled him to sleep. You breathed a sigh of relief that he was finally relaxed, and you soon followed suit to take advantage of what rest you could get before Dawn inevitably woke you up again.

[NEXT CHAPTER]

[midnight-mourning]

I won’t lie, saw your post about how things are scary rn in the U.S. and… idrk what’s going on. Been avoiding it like the plague bc i’m afraid of the information i’m currently ignorant to. As someone who dwells on “what ifs” it scares me to know what is going on but at the same time i wanna know what’s happening since i live in the U.S too. Just wanted to share this. I feel bad bc of the fact that i been ignoring it, so i do wanna know what’s going on. I just want someone to tell it to me in a way that doesn’t feel like i’m being attacked for avoiding it bc i’m too afraid to learn the information by myself. But there may be some people like me out there.

Hi there, that's absolutely valid, it's been a bit of a mess and some miscommunications have occurred already (as typical always every 4 years here) and wanting to avoid all of it isn't unreasonable. Acknowledging but avoiding a subject is completely different than denial, and that's totally okay, I don't judge. I'll do my best to explain in a way that makes sense and that's hopefully helpful

Before anything else, let me preface this by saying that I am NOT a political scientist, I am NOT an expert in anyway regarding politics in the slightest, anything that I share below is based on my personal experience and research so please keep that in mind, I highly encourage you to check out the sources below for any further information. Having said that, here's what we know:

According to The Associated Press, and other news outlets, the current president elect is Donald Trump with 292 of the electoral college votes, races have not been called in AZ, NV, ME and AK.

Harris is set to give a concession speech at 4 pm EST today.

Republicans have control of the senate with 52 seats, with democrats having lost 3 seats and currently have 43. 5 remaining races have yet to be called. Currently, they are projected to be filled by Democrats by Associated Press and 270 to Win.

The house is currently still a toss up, 270 to Win projects 209 (D) to 213 (R) for 20 of the remaining 33 uncalled races. Again, 13 races are still a toss-up at this point in time.

Sources for more information:

If you would like more information regarding live coverage, as well as general, unbiased reporting, Associated Press is (in my opinion) the most accurate and unbiased source of information.

If you would like to see current projections for the remaining races, Associated Press and 270 to win appear (emphasis on appear) to have the most accurate reporting.

If you want to see live coverage and discussion, or to see how things unfolded last night, CNN did have a broadcast going last night that was free to watch. It appears they've now taken it down. If I happen to find said broadcast I'll update the post with it as they do a good job of explaining things state by state, precint by precint. However, much like any other media outlet, they can be prone to bias (left-leaning) and potentially to fear mongering. Should you seek out CNN or any other news outlet besides those above please keep in mind that reporting may be influenced in certain ways because of this.

Having said all that, here's what I personally think this means and what can still happen, with facts mixed in for reference. Much of this is my opinion and should not be taken as fact unless it's cited. Again, not an expert, just someone with a very very basic understanding of politics and government.

With the win of the presidency and the senate, republicans are at the advantage. With senate control they will be able to assist with choosing the next presidental cabinet, and should there be a vacancy on the supreme court, assist with that.

However, if democrats can take control of the house, the win will be massive, and leave them able to have some say in the next 4 years, but nothing is for certain at this point in time

Democrats potentially have at least a little breathing room in the senate, they're not majority, but only 4 seats difference is better than nothing

We've gotten through a Trump presidency before, the situation then, as well as the feeling everyone has now is exactly the same. We made it through then, and we can make it through again

The senate is only guaranteed to be controlled by Republicans until the 2026 midterms, two years is a long time, but it's only two years

Having lived through the last Trump term in my teens and remember it well, yes he managed to do some pretty awful things, but he also undelivered in several ways, we can only hope the same thing happens this time around, this would be especially true should democrats take the House

He won't be back, if he makes it through the term he'll be too old and his health won't be great. Republicans didn't want him this time, they won't want him the next.

JD Vance and so many others will still be kicking long after he's gone though, and that needs to be in the back of people's heads when we get closer to 2028

Trump made a lot of empty promises he didn't keep before, and personally I don't think he beleves half the things he says, he just says it because he knows others do believe it. Giving up hope now for a better tomorrow won't make a better tomorrow, hoping despite it all will. Giving up also gives people like him exactly what they want, and I'm not about to do that, neither should you.

For now, be vigilant, stay safe, but try to relax. Doom-scrolling, wondering what might happen, and so on, is pointless because at this point, we don't know. Anything could happen, this election is a clear example of that.

Hope this was able to help, anon. We're all in this together, and as long as that remains true, we're going to be okay. Highly recommend after reading this to do what's best for you, be that choosing to find out more through the sources above or continue to avoid it. Personally, I'm getting together with some friends this evening to study, chat, and chill and decompress from it all, hopefully you can do something similar if you need to 💜

[opheliajupiter99]

MLP Broodmother Virus: Party Time!

(I'm not good at animating and I don't wanna draw a whole comic, so I shall do this in Chat format instead! If anybody wants to help me draw, please let me know!)

*Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash enter early for Pinkie's party. Nobody else had shown up quite yet, and admittedly, some of them, such as Twilight, were likely too busy to attend at all, but Pinkie seemed so thrilled about this new cupcake recipe at no one was willing to say 'no'*

*The decorations were a bit lighter than the pair expected, still colorful, but a bit more haphazardly placed than anticipated, balloons limply floating just a couple inches off the ground and random bits of confetti strown about in random places. They didn't dwell too much on this though - after all, Pinkie was quite the odd pony at the best of times.*

Rainbow Dash: Uh, Pinkie? You around? I know it's kinda early, but we didn't wanna miss out on those cupcakes you were talking about.

Fluttershy: Oh yes, from everything you've said about them, they'd surely be gone already if we came later.

*After a moment of shuffling in the backroom of the Corner, Pinkie Pie emerged, beaming a cheerful smiling at the pair.*

Pinkie Pie: Oh no problem at all! Hiya guys! Oh you guys are suuuuper lucky, they're still warm and everything!

*She cooed cheerfully, approaching the pair with her usual spring in her step - though it was a bit hampered by her noticeably bulging belly. Rainbow looked down to her belly, and snickered a bit.*

Rainbow Dash: Wow Pinkie, you -really- need to cut back on the sweets.

Fluttershy: Dash!

Rainbow Dash: Ah come on, I'm just kidding around!

Pinkie Pie: Hehe! It's fine Flutters! Dashy's just being silly, like always! Hehe! Heck, how could I -not- look like this living in a bakery of all things!

*Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash both chuckle.*

Pinkie Pie: Now enough yapping! Let's get to the important stuff; cupcakes!

*Pinkie Pie excitedly declared, as she quickly rushed to the nearby counter, retrieving a platter of gorgeous looking red and brown cupcakes from the display case. The pair approached the counter, and as they did, Fluttershy took notice of the redness of Pinkie's eyes, much more noticeable now that they were closer.*

Fluttershy: Are you alright? You look a little tired.

Pinkie Pie: Oh ho, this? Oh yeah, hehe, I -may- have worked a bit harder on this whole recipe thing than I should have, I got to bed -way- too late last night. Anyways! Come on, come on, they're getting cold!

*Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash both plucked a cupcake from the tray and smiled brightly to Pinkie before taking a bite. If it was any other pony, how intently Pinkie stared at the pair of them as they ate would've come off as quite off-putting, but this was hardly the first time Pinkie stared with such intensity, awaiting the verdict on a newly baked sweet of hers.*

*Sadly, of course, this was far from a normal day...*

[parksprout]

Sprout Journal 11/16/24-11/17/24

Hey Tumblr! It's been another couple of days since I wrote an actual journal entry, so this'll be another one of those two for one sorta deals. I meant to write another entry yesterday, but truthfully that vent post encapsulated almost everything I was thinking for the past several days and I opted to live in the catharsis of not having much else on my mind for the day. I got a lot of my stress out about my situation in that post, but it was also exhausting! I'm gonna talk a little bit more about this at the end, though. Save those who might not want to hear about my (lack of) love life the trouble.

I'll get into two days ago first! So honestly I can barely remember my work day. I spent a lot of it tweaking out. I was not feeling very good mentally, and it showed. Frankly I don't wanna dwell on it too much, it was work and it was a bad day at work, that's really it. The evening got soooo much better anyways!! I had my first DnD session in a few weeks, and god I needed it so badly. I don't feel like typing out everything that happened in the session right now considering I already need to write a recap for my players and that just feels like homework twice, BUT I WILL SAY that it was almost exclusively improv on my part and I was extremely proud of how I performed. There is one player of mine who seems to be way more interested in the combat aspect of the game than in the actual roleplay portions, so I struggled a bit to make it interesting for him, but besides that it was a very roleplay and character heavy session that everyone did very well in.

Yesterday, the 17th, was a pretty good day overall actually. I started off morning by writing out a very long vent post that... was basically self therapy. Work was busy, my coworkers were all present and we shared a lot of laughs - I don't like a couple of them, but the ones that I get along really well with were also there so... it ended up being a pretty good day. After I got home from work I ended up doing some homework, hitting up the gym and then calling my friend Sammy for a couple of hours to play some video games. Honestly? Without him right now? I don't think I'd be okay. I

I know that this was kinda a lack luster journal, but I'm not that interested in writing at the moment! I have a bit of a headache. I'm gonna do the usual thing here and include another section below this picture where I talk about my feelings about The Bnuuy. That's what these journals were originally about and what purpose they serve, after all, is to say things that I'm feeling about the breakup

I was proud of myself yesterday. After I wrote my vent post I kinda just... breathed for a bit. I re-read my thoughts maybe five or six times and dwelt on every line, thought about what I feel and... how best to continue to heal from this. I actually read a large amount of it to my friend last night when I called him. Sometimes? I struggle sharing my emotions with other people. Aaron was the only person I ever really felt okay speaking my whole truth to, so... it was foreign getting into the details of how I feel with somebody else.

I told my friend a few things in particular. The first being how close I came to asking Aaron out a few days ago... he was at first appalled, he asked "did you actually say anything to them???" with this incredulous tone that made me laugh. After I reassured him that no, all I did was write this fuck-ass journal about it, say "Hey Aaron? Do you know you're pretty?" like a tool and then cry at work, he was oddly proud of me. I struggle a lot with self control, especially when it comes to emotional expression. It takes a lot of reigning in to keep myself from saying what I want to, from expressing my true intentions, from making situations worse through my blunt honesty. He knows I wanted to reach my hand out to The Bnuuy so badly, but that I held myself back; that's why he was proud. Sammy is a huge advocate for culling hope. He's a realist, an engineering major who genuinely enjoys the mathematics of the world and believes that there is a calculus behind human actions. One Park + One Aaron ≠ Able To Date Right Now. Or at least... that's what I thought he'd say. I read off that post and... I think it unlocked a new understanding of me as a person to Sammy, which is hard to think about haha. He's known me for a decade but he's still less familiar with my inner workings than my partner of three years? That's... crazy. Anyways I'm going on a tangent.

Sammy told me that... while he may not understand exactly how my heart works, and he can't gauge Aaron's any better, but he did tell me that he's never seen me like this before. He told me that he's watched me grow since I met this person and that they really do seem like the right one for my heart.. but he also warned me that I'm being impatient, too. He lambasted me for a while about how I shouldn't be asking them out any time soon, but he did agree that it's probably my responsibility to be the one to try in the future. He told me that I am a fun person with hobbies, interests, humor, that I'm pretty and definitely worth dating... but I'm not going to be able to convince Aaron of that while still healing from the breakup. I asked him if I should try again someday, and he told me that, and I quote, "if you became the kind of person to give up on someone after one try and failure, you'd stop being the person I know. I don't want to lose the person that I know, so be honest with yourself about being in love and show them that you can be the best fucking friend possible first. Then, see if you can be something more, but better than you were. Don't get broken up with again because you aren't their friend first" and then he called me a slur lol. We also talked about the future. I told Sammy that no matter what, I think I want to live out west. He told me that he knows that it's always been my dream to live somewhere out there - even before Aaron I wanted to move to Washington or Oregon - so he would respect my decision if I left. He might even follow me someday. He also told me to say hi to Aaron because he knows that I talk to him every day still. He said to say some other stuff too, but it made me too sad to type it to Aaron alksjdfhksdjf Sammy said that we better get past this and get back into a serious relationship so he has an excuse to come visit with me, he wants to go traveling. I hope that can happen someday, I would love for my platonic best friend and my other (<3) best friend to meet. Anyways that's all, this is super rambly and weird because I am literally walking around campus writing this section (the rest was in a draft alsdkjfasdfdsf) SO GOODBYE TUMBLR!! I LOVE YOU!!! HAVE A GOOD DAY TUMBLR!!! BYE!!! BAI!!! BYEE!!!

[zyafics]

https://www.tumblr.com/zyafics/765936652829032448/how-do-you-grow-on-here-your-seem-so-successful

This was me- 🥺

Thank youuu so much for some help.

Follow up question how do you get mutual maybe I’m just a little nervous to start talking to people. I have a couple of follows from some of my favorite writers but there’s no ‘friendship’ or anything.

Also about posting times how do I check analytics and how do I figure the best time post?

I love the aesthetic of yours and I of course am not gonna copy the gradient of your text but mine is all blue to match my blog theme maybe one day when I can sit I can redesign some of my initial posts and continue that with future.

Idk I tend to overthink and I am more of a quiet person who makes it hard in themselves to talk to people. I do over think numbers too. Maybe it’s because I started with a couple of blurbs and went straight into a series. I also compare myself to others work now. I don’t feel like mine is good enough. Even smut which can be so fun. I look at bigger blogs and how they write and it’s just so much better. I’ve been trying to come up with original creative ideas but idk right now. I’m waiting for a burst of creativity. And I see how much love others posts get too and all the asks that are responded to.

I’m not looking to be ‘tumblr famous’ I just want to contribute to an already amazing community with amazing work and I feel like I’m not there yet. Too hard on myself. But I wanna be like all the cool girls (including you!) who builds her own little community.

Also don’t worry about rambling bc look at what a mess I am. 🥲 and if that’s a photo of you on your pinned post you are soooo beautiful and if it’s not I bet you still are anyways. 💞

omg i was trying so hard to answer this ask but i couldn't some reason on my phone?? i'm back now tho, the laptop helps!

firstly, of course, i'm more than happy to help with any questions you—or any new writers—may have! for the follow-up question, typically, how i interact with other writers is i start by interacting with their works. tell them how much i enjoy their fics, drop an ask in their inbox, or sometimes DM them personally to talk to them. most of them are genuinely friendly! and i'm sure they more than love to talk about their fics or to hear from people who enjoy their fics!!

for the analytics, you usually have one when you click on your "activity" in your blog, and it takes you to this graph thing where it tells you about the interactions you get from your notes. if you hover your cursor over the graph, you'll see what notes you get at a certain time/day!

and don't think too much about the aesthetic, when i tell u, when i first started, my aesthetic was ugly, literally i went back and redid them, but if you go to old old reblogs, you'll see that it was very bare minimum. just have focus on your blog and fics rn and the aesthetic will def come slowly but surely!

and i completely understand. i'm actually a relatively quiet person on the internet because i hate bothering people. and i understand so deeply about comparing myself to other people's works because i absolutely look up/adore certain writers and i feel like i can never write such imaginative words compared to them. however, at the end of the day, it truly is just giving myself grace, allowing myself that space to dwell on my thoughts but not consume me, yk? also, sometimes creativity doesn't just outright find you, you have to seek it out! same with inspiration. for me, i can absolutely see a work for what it's worth based on the passion alone.

baby, don't be too hard on yourself. any work by writer is a contribution enough, because it means something to have someone so passionate, you go in your freetime to write about these characters. just have fun, at the end of the day, don't starve yourself for it, yk?

and omg no, i wish! that girl is not me! she's this viet ig influencer i follow because she just has such a unique vibe and i love it. thank you though!!

[tfdtreasurer]

I just wanna take a random stab at these, because I have a love/hate relationship with Homestuck's more "science fiction" worldbuilding and, well, how dumb, inconsistent, and irrational it can be... sometimes.

Also I should lead by saying that Alternia as a premise is just based on being an alternative earth. So a lot of questions boil down to is this or is it not one of the ways trolls and humans are designed to have similarities or stark differences.

TLDR at end. And if I misspelled anything or got something grammatical wrong no I didn't. I'm not proofreading, and I am a flawless being free of error.

Bleached hair. I would see no reason why not. Physically, bleaches are whiteners, if it whitens fabric the same way it does hair, it will whiten even biologically different alien hair. I know this is about biology, but I also feel like a grade school teacher getting anal about "can" and "may" so I want to mention there might also be a question to if bleaching hair would be socially acceptable. Somebody already answered the Eridan part (yes, she's born with it), but that might also mean that externally presenting blood color is enough of a norm that standards arise around it. If somebody bleaches their hair, what are they trying to hide? Karkat gets away with hiding his blood color, but he probably has to keep his head down to get away with that. As for damage, I don't think there's enough of a point for it to be any more damaging to their hair than ours.

Though, trolls are meant to be a lot hardier than humans, so you could make the case that one of the strange differences between our worlds is that bleach actually strengthens their hair. In that case, you could probably flip on the previous points so that despite logic, bleach is actually more like a hair darkener, and that they effectively use it like shampoo. It certainly would be in line with Alternia's more hardcore aspects. Plus, I'm also aware of at least one Homestuck inspired webcomic with a similar approach where the alien girl drinks bleach because for her it's a normal drink.

See what I said about how things boil down to is this a way Earth and Alternia are alike or different. You can make the reasonable case for either, using different approaches to the argument.

Do trolls get cancer. Presumably yes. Since genetics and mutation especially exist as a concept to trolls, cancer is basically a must. They have cells, growth, and mutation. The combination of these things will inevitably lead to cancer. Plus Karkat knows what it is besides the name of his sign, so he's probably familiar with the concept from his planet.

Do they need water? Short answer yes. Long answer is that while there is the concept of non water based life in science fiction and scientific studies of potential extraterrestrial life, it has many unique challenges, and would be probably be utterly alien to too much of our biology, even for Homestuck. They're carbon based life on a planet with water. Their form of life better use water, so they need it. How often? Probably the same as humans, with a little variation depending on caste. The way that a dedicated sea dwelling sea dweller is hydrated is completely different to that of a land dweller it would be useless to compare the two in terms of quantity. How does a dedicated land dwelling sea dweller like Eridan stay hydrated? Well, through drinking beverages. There's a panel to prove she does drink beverages normally. Now, that becomes a little strange because for normal sea dwellers, you can't really drink a targeted beverage underwater. Feferi has a panel to prove this. Saltwater fish are basically "drinking" all the time to replace the non salty water in their body that they need that's perpetually becoming saltier because their environment. How do sea dweller biologies adapt on land? Idk. Dragons as cool as they are basically can't exist because flight would be near impossible. But Redglare has a motherfuckin dragon anyways. Scientific reasoning will only get you so far. The best I can give you here is that their bottled and canned beverages are the same size as ours, and so are probably designed for the same levels of thirst.

For food. They have similar body shapes as humans. Humanoid if you will, and despite occasional biological oddities like bladder based vascular systems for sea dwellers, we can assume they have similar sized stomachs, which means they can only fill it up as much as we do in a given meal. However, trolls have a lot a extra stuff to their biology, stuff that would imply a higher metabolism to fuel all their stuff. The strength and durability of trolls compared to humans have to come at some kind of metabolic cost, after all. So, they need more calories, but due to limitations of their stomach size, can only eat meals about the same size as ours, which means they eat more frequently. Simple answer, right?

Haha no.

If you thought scientific reasoning fell apart for the last one, just wait.

Because if you follow the logic that energy for trolls come from food, that makes sense most of the time, but when it comes to psychic powers, it all falls apart.

I've often thought this before: Sollux Captor is basically a living god. Before he becomes a dead god. Then a half dead god, and also simultaneously a half alive god. Because, psionic powers in homestuck are powerful enough to gO FASTER THAN THE SPEED OF LIGHT.

Every science fiction story that features faster than light travel must include some degree of bullshit. Each has their special way they get to break this universal law of physics. But homestuck does not say it does space time warping shit. It does not say it enters the hyperspace dimension with different distances between space. It says they push it really hard with telekinetic powers and makes it go faster than light. The energy it would take to get any object with any, even infinitesimally small amount of mass to travel at the speed of light would exceed the amount of total energy in the entire universe. So, to answer how trolls get their energy requirements, the answer is that for some, it might as well come from a higher plane of existence that can only be accessed by psionic powers and that with sufficient exertion, the energy from that plane can be more than literal infinity. And that is just for a single atom of mass. To go the speed of light. When actually they push entire spaceships worth of atoms. Faster than light.

Anyways

Troll grubs, their equivalent of babies, are shown with teeth already. Not only do they skip baby teeth, they skip teething in general. Equius seems to regrow teeth whenever required, so while they do experience teeth growth, it'd almost be useless to suggest that any set are specifically baby teeth.

Medicine. The most clear answer I can give is that they react to most mentioned drugs differently than we do. If you want a less clear answer, this is basically another question of what they metabolize and how. All foods are drugs in that they are chemicals we metabolize for the purpose of energy. Drugs as we know drugs, are chemicals we metabolize for miscellaneous purposes. Trolls eat meat so they metabolize protein for presumably the same purposes we do. But it's also frequently implied that they metabolize soda the way we do alcohol. Is alcohol a drug? Technically yes, socially it's kind iffy.

Alright that's it. A lot of these answers are, I know, less than useful. The simple truth is that you won't be able to get a straight answer about the biology of a species whose biology are a series of jokes. Homestuck is meant to entertain, usually through absurdities, not to inform on realities. Biologically, some characters reconfigure entire parts of their biology between flash games. Every answer must also be asterisked with the fact that troll biology itself is highly variable. Their potential for mutation plays a core role in their society. Some of these mutations become socially acceptable (sea dwellers), some are used (the psiionic), some are the marks of pariahs (candy red blood). The best way to describe troll biology and the general worldbuilding of Alternia is mercurial. Arbitrary and changing on a whim to make jokes rather than consistent sense.

Like for the teeth thing, it's possible that Equius regrowing teeth is a mutation unique to him just to make a joke. Maybe Eridan and Feferi regrow teeth like sharks because sea dweller. Hell, maybe Equius is just mistaken and those broken teeth do only grow back once.

The question of will trolls react the same way to medicine is basically on what will be the funniest. Karkat gets a headache and takes a ibuprofen. Maybe this makes his headache better, maybe it makes it worse. Maybe he did this because Dave suggested it, maybe he did it because on alternia the culture is that you make your headaches worse so you become stronger. One second it's funny that for trolls faygo is alcohol. The next it's funny it isn't. The next it's funny that catnip is like weed. The next, and so on.

Oh and some other troll biology trivia I can think of:

The color of troll blood is due to a pigment that can be separate from the blood. Stated by author

Tears are pigmented, not blood tainted. Terezi's reaction to Dave's death is the most memorable evidence, there's probably more. Karkat too I think.

I'm pretty sure pee is not pigmented, and is yellow for all castes. Pissblood is unique as a slur to goldbloods.

Exoskeleton or skeletons? Skeletons. Can be seen with Damara/young Handmaid

Trolls skin doesn't darken with age. It's purely stylistic that the older trolls look like that. You can see the Handmaid's regular grey skin in the foreground of one panel

In between blood colors? For trolls, either no or not anymore. Earlier panels of Alternia had at the very least lusii with different blood colors than the standard. As these were orphanings, and lusii choose based on blood, they possibly choose the closest fit. Crabdad's existence shows that non standard blood color lusii get by and can be bred.

TLDR Version:

Bleach. Probably, yes, probably.

Eridan's hair. No, no, yes.

Cancer. Yes.

Hydration. Yes. Similar to humans mostly.

Food. More than humans.

Baby teeth. Yes, but more constantly.

Medicine. Differently.

questions about troll biology

can trolls bleach their hair? do they know what bleach is? would it damage their hair if they tried?

did eridan use blood to color his hair? plants? was he born like that?

can trolls get cancer?

can they get dehydrated? how often to they need water?

how often do they need food?

do trolls loose baby teeth and grow new ones, like humans?

how would trolls bodies react to human medicine?

answers or theories welcome! gotta give at least a bit of evidence for theories though

this shit keeps me up at night gang

[trynatalktou]

Baby, give me your hand and let me take the lead - I don't need the burning, I just want the heat.

@koreandragon pratically obliged me to write this fic with all their recent posts

The title is from another song I have not finished writing.

Special shout out to @chayenzo because she knew it about it first.

This sucks btw, I was having a writer's block and this was the method I found to try to get out of it - thus, it is quite unpolished (and non-edited lol sorry I´m tired).

Also this is somehow dirty, read at your own caution.

Goodness gracious, this is finally it.

''You're so naughty'' She can't help but tease, because after all, this is some kind of foreplay isn't it?

Her heart is hammering in her chest as she marches her way to the door. The build-up to this moment has been nothing but torturous, but she has a feeling it will be worth it - damn, he looks like he will make it worth it.

She opens the door.

What the actual fuck.

Cha-young has been turrning and sighing for a while now, and it is not like Vincenzo feels he will manage to fall sleep with her at such close proximity - but is certainly discouraging his efforts.

''May I help you, Mrs.Hong?''

''I've been hoping you would.''

There is an undeniable sultriness underlying in the way she whispers those words that has a rush of heat quickly makes it's way through the entirety of his body, until it reaches the point where the very pressure of the floor against his back becomes overwhelming.

He sits up.

''Excuse me?'' he all but chokes it out.

''I'm not feeling very comfortable, I'm sorry for not asking for it before, but could I perhaps take a shower?''

Vincenzo does not like the way she looks at him while asking what should be a simple question, breaking visual contact, he is promptly on his feet heading off to grab everything she might need.

''The shower is right over there as you might have already imagined'' he points ''Call me out if you need anything.''

He mentally slaps himself. Idiot

''Don't worry, I will'' she smiles.

Not before long after she closes the door, it is possible to hear the shower head running. Vincenzo closes his eyes just to be rapidly mortified by the images flashing through his head.

Mouths occupied; miles of skin; hands searching and finding; bodies intertwined; him on his knees.

Lord help him, he is not a hormonal teenager.

He kicks off his duvet in frustration and turns around in search for clearance.

And then, just then - he hears it.

That awful sound overlapping the buzz of the shower.

A moan.

Have mercy.

''Mr. Cassano,'' she calls from the bathroom. ''Can you help me over here?'' she asks innocently.

They both know she isn't.

Vincenzo's feets are moving before he even gets a chance to think. H

Of course.

With droplets of water decorating her skin and wet hair clinging to her neck, Hong Cha-young looks the very definition of ethereal.

Alluring.

He tries not to look -not to stare - at the view of her only wrapped in a towel (his towel, his mind supplies) but he does; and imagines if he looks as wretched as he feels. He foolishly attempts to move his hands in order to hide his (barely concealed through the thin fabric of the sleepwear) desire. It is a terrible mistake as it only brings her attention to the area.

She bites her lip.

''I'm a bit wet, sorry'' that elicits a snort out of him. ''I could not figure out the temperature of the shower, I almost burnt my skin off.

''Oh yes, I see, the trick is to open the whole valvet out, but you can close it up a bit if it feels too cold for you.'' he says, striving to sound put together. ''It is always a pleasure to help.''

Vincenzo makes a hasty move to get as far from that bathroom and Hong Cha-young's graviational force as soon as possible.

She had other plans.

''Wait!'' she takes his hand in hers, interlacing their fingers. ''Can you show me?''

He groans.

''Ms. Hong, don't do that.''

''Do what?'' she retorts instantly, pulling him in.

Play with a devil.

''Tempt me.''

''I don't see what you mea-''

He doesn't wait for her to finish the sentence - there is only so much he can take.

Hands gripping just beneath her ass, Vincenzo hoists Cha-young up and presses her against the wall and she angles down to meet his lips, the kiss is hot and messy - each of them trying desesperately seeking how to tame the fire flaming from within on each other - eventually they are obliged to come back to the surface, their lungs seem to unfortunately not be able to match their want; their need.

He immediately latches for her neck, kissing and sucking every little piece of skin available to him - between all the fumbling, her towel starts to untagle itself - soon becoming a rag on the floor.

Neither of them mind it.

With her new state of undress, Vincenzo can't help but to take his time to give an appreciative stare down that leaves her blushing - she grinds down on him solely to distract him, but ends up finding friction as well.

They both see stars.

She is moaning, panting and almost screaming - of course she would be just as loud in bed. He relishes in the feeling of her cursing and worshipping his name on the same breath.

But not so fast; he grip her hips to restrict her movements and she cries out with the lost of contact, he turns to focus his attentions to her nipples - giving throughout ministrations to each one of them.

''Vincenzo, please - please - I need more'' she begs, until the sequence of whispers where she repeats ''touch me'' over and over again turn into hot puffs on his sweating skin.

And how could he possibly dare to not oblige?

[bellysoupset]

We all know Jonah is a sympathy puker, but what if we could get a time where he’s genuinely sick and no one believes him at first because seeing someone else sick makes him sick? Maybe there’s a bug going around the team and one of the guys starts puking only for Jonah to follow suit, and no one goes thinks to go take care of him because everyone was expecting him to be puking anyways?

SO many possibilities here. Does he ride it out all alone? Or does someone come to his rescue?

And one more, because why not! I'm on a roll. There's another "he hides the sickness" prompt coming with Jonah, so I decided to not dwell too much in that aspect here. Thank you so much for the request!!

This was going to go down as the worst game experience ever, Vince thought forlornly, frowning at the windshield. They had lost, which in itself was bad enough, specially since they had traveled a whole state to get there. But no, they had lost and then the bus had broken, leaving them to either wait until it got fixed - another two days - or carpool home.

Lucas had been the one to decide on renting, all but throwing his credit card at the rental's counter, seemingly annoyed and tired. He always got bitchy when they lost, Vince had brushed it off at the time.

But then they had actually gotten in the car and instead of driving, Lucas had handed him the keys and headed for the back.

"I'm not feeling well," he grumbled and only then did Vince notice his best friend's pasty complexion, "I'm going to try and sleep it off."

Leo had glanced nervously at him, then at Jonah, who was in one of the worst moods Vince had witnessed in a while, "do you wanna sit in the front? Might he-"

"Fuck no," Jonah snapped, "you get nauseous in the back. You take shotgun," it would've been sweet if any of them bought he was doing it for Leo's benefit and not his own.

Vince shrugged, "I can sit in the back and you drive, so Luke takes shotg-"

"No can do," Leo sighed, raising his cast hand, because oh yeah, he had also managed to sprain his dominant hand and was now immobilized.

"Uhm-"

"It's fine, I don't get carsick," Lucas rolled his eyes, "I'm just gonna sleep."

"You better," Jonah scoffed, causing Lucas to glare at him. It started to rain, because why not. Vince let out a sigh, already bracing for the six hours of driving ahead.

The first forty minutes or so had been peaceful. Leo didn't get carsick often in cars, specially not when sitting in the front, so that was a tiny small victory. Vince glanced at the rear-view mirror. Lucas was curled up against the window and he had pulled his hoodie over to block the light, so it was difficult to see his face. Jonah looked constipated, sitting stiffly next to him, as far away as he possibly could in the car.

Forty minutes of blessed peace and then Lucas cut it off with a wet burp.

"Excuse me," he mumbled, voice thick with exhaustion and Jonah winced, rubbing a hand over his face.

"Don't start."

"Fuck off."

"Children," Leo chuckled, "behave."

Vince raised his eyebrows when the well humored comment earned a kick to Leo's seat, by Jonah of all people, whom was closest with the guy than anyone else. Emphasis on shitty mood, uh?

Lucas grumbled something non-intelligible under his breath, but curled back up against the window and everything got quiet once again. Almost quiet, here and there Vince could hear Lucas muffling burps and then-

A belch rolled past Jonah, loud and clear and caused Leo to burst out giggling, "you fucking hypocrite, Jon," he was the only one not in synch with the sullen mood of the car, "who's gross now?"

Jonah opened his mouth to retort, but then Lucas pitched forward with a burp of his own. Wet and disgusting and Vince's heart squeezed in worry.

"You alright, buddy?"

"No," Lucas groaned, while Jonah whispered: "Lucas is still the grossest one."

Vince sighed, "Jonah, stop," he said like a dad, taking his eyes from the road, "Luke, do I have to pull over?"

Lucas shook his head, leaning forward to rest his forehead on the driver's seat in front of him, "nope."

It would've been a lot more believable if his face wasn't milky white.

Vince cursed silently, but there was truly nothing to be done. Not when they were in the middle of bumfuck nowhere and it was raining.

"I have a bag, hold on," Leo piped up, reaching clumsily inside his backpack with his right hand. Lucas took it, but didn't open the bag, only kept it crumbled in his fist.

"Not gonna puke..."

"Good." Jonah scoffed, curling up himself. Vince rolled his eyes, he would be much more compassionate about the whole "sympathy puking" thing Jonah had going on, if the man wasn't such a bitch when people were feeling sick.

Lucas let out another moan, a hand digging into his stomach and squeezing his eyes shut, much to Jon's horror.

"Vince, stop the car," he said, while Lucas shook his head.

"I'm not gonna puke, goddammit, it's just cramps!" He said strongly and Jonah glared at him.

"Oh yeah, because the world goes around you, Atwood-"

Lucas raised his middle finger at him, but his hands were shaking badly and it was more concerning than anything. He leaned on the seat, whimpered, pain written all over his face.

"Vin, c'mon, stop-"

"Fucking hell, Jon-" Vince started to say, only to be interrupted by Lucas hurriedly opening the bag and retching. It took no time at all before vomit was rushing out of his mouth and coating the semitransparent bag. Vince turned on the car lights to signal he was gonna pull over and sighed.

"Just one secon-"

He was interrupted by another heave, but not from Lucas. Jonah had a hand firmly planted over his mouth and Leo let out a groan.

"Really, Jon?"

Vince decided that fuck it, he was gonna risk all of them dying instead of being stuck in a car covered in vomit, and swerved the car to the right, to the dust shoulder of the road.

He had barely stopped when Jonah threw the door open and puked out of the door.

Lucas chorused him and Vince himself let out a groan, resting his forehead on the steering wheel. Goddammit. Behind him, he heard as Luke whimpered and sucked in a sob, clearly not wanting to cry, but in pain nonetheless.

Leo was fretting, he had turned on his seat and had his good hand planted on Jonah's shoulder to keep him from toppling over and falling into the puddle of mud and puke.

"Vince, c'mon, do something," Leo pleaded and Vince snapped back into it, turning off the car and getting out in the rain. He circled it to the backdoor, to Lucas' side and opened the door, smoothing a hand down his best friend's back and ignoring the rain soaking through his clothes. The cold kept him alert, at least.

Lucas was shivering and Vince bit down his lip in worry as he realized he was running a fever, "shit, Luke... I'm gonna find us a motel, alright? We can drive tomorrow."

"No, I'm-"

His voice got cut off by Jonah retching, loudly and Vince glared at his back in annoyance. Way to make everything about him.

"I can make it through the drive," Lucas said softly, thumping his chest to dislodge a burp. Leo glared at them both.

"Jonah can't, guys," he scoffed, "he's puking too."

"It's his sympathy bullshit," Vince rolled his eyes, unable to keep the hint of annoyance out of his voice, because Jonah would just have to deal with it. Lucas was worse off.

Still, just as he said it, he felt like an asshole. Sympathy bullshit or not, Jonah was clearly feeling shitty-

Jon heaved again and then let out a whimper. An actual whimper, the first thing that had Vince pausing all day. He glanced at Lucas - who was no help, because he had his eyes screwed in pain and queasiness and was paying zero attention to Jon - and then looked at Leo, seeing as the blonde man had practically climbed over to the backseat.

"Jon?" Leo was saying softly, "man, Luke isn't even puking anymore, breathe..."

Vince felt something horrible settle in his gut, not nausea, just... Guilt. Apprehension.

"Leo, check if he's got a fever," he said slowly, frowning.

Now Leo finished climbing fully into the back, inserting himself between Lucas and Jon and cupped the other man's forehead. His gasp was answer enough, but he said it anyway, "you're burning up, Jon. Why didn't you say anything?!"

"I-" Jonah coughed, couldn't finish his phrase and Vince sighed.

"He did," he pouted, now feeling like the worst person alive, "he asked me to pull over twice."

"Yes," Jon said bitterly, straightening up. His eyes were bloodshot and his dark skin looked practically grey. Cold sweat and rain had covered his shirt, "I told you."

Leo pouted, "I'm sorry-"

"Not you, Vince," Jonah snapped, glaring and Vince made a face too, too guilty to feel annoyed at being singled out.

"I'm sorry, Jon. I should've lis-"

Lucas let out a groan and turned to the side, bringing another stream of barely digested breakfast pancakes, now all over Vince's boots. Jonah's eyes got a glint of victory, but it was tampered by his own gagging.

Vince didn't move, didn't dare even thinking of the mess now covering his shoes. He gulped down, looked up to the dark clouds and planted a hand on Lucas' heaving back, cringing at the heat rolling off of him.

There was no way they were driving for five more hours.

Lucas let out a little moan, leaned forward and mushed his face on Vince's thigh right in front of him, "..'msorry," he slurred, causing the other man to let out a hysterical chuckle.

Jonah grumbled from his side of the car, head hanging outside the door, "that's karma."

Leo was the only one who offered a sympathetic smile and Vince rolled his shoulders, deciding they were too far deep in shit for him to be upset on top of it. He planted a hand on Lucas' hair, pushing it all back and away from his sweat covered face. A rope of spit still hung out of his bottom lip, eyes screwed shut and splotches of red on his pale face.

"We're stopping," he decided, starting to map out the road in his mind, "no arguments."

[myspacepoet]

Go OFF I wanna hear about this au 👀👀👀

HI ANON. um this is gonna be a long one.

so basically its a dnd inspired fantasy au, with the party as their dnd characters, classes pulled from this post , definitely didn't have to scrounge through my save blog for that, by @/elekinetic, if they didn't already have them. because it's real and true.

basest plot outline i can possibly give you is as follows; as young children all of the members of the party were Marked somehow for Evil and Villainous purposes, or perhaps Good and Benevolent purposes, but it stands that they marked. (by whom? well. tch. heh.) this mark comes with this innate.. pull? i guess? to the other members, but not strong enough to be noticeable, more of a seeing the others and thinking "oh! there you are! i've been looking for you!" despite never meeting before. the group starts as mike and will finding each other, before it all kinda spirals and they form a little adventuring party, led to their next destination by their faithful cleric, who alongside the original pull, feels another drawing them all to wherever the universe decides they Need To Be.

that's like. the concept i guess? i really don't want this to run too long so i'm putting more ideas and villainy and art and such under the cut :-D be warned i hate most punctuation and i love to ramble.

OK SO. first of all edward and henry are twins so jot that down. something Terrible and Unspeakable happens to the rest of their family when they're like 12ish and they run for the hills, eventually stumbling upon the mansion dwelling of a reclusive and moderately to severely insane mad... scientist? not entirely sure what brenners fantasy world equivalent profession would be. anyway yeah its brenner the twins are tricked duped swindled and had until theyre locked in his basement and become his newest experiments.

brenner is basically training them to be his guard dogs/weapons of mass destruction and is doing. canon typical things to them. until henry's like hey maybe you're right the world kinda does suck but id be sad if it all burned to the ground :-( i don't see how that's helping. (this is possibly spurred on by a spot of creelarke and scott chilling in gardens and teaching him that not all science is bad and mean and also that brenner is kinda full of shit) and for this grave crime he is locked in the attic.

vague handwavy magic plot bullshit (motives? where were going we dont need motives) blah blah edward has Marked/Cursed the party members woah oh noo!!!

this is mostly a vehicle to think really hard about fantasy byler and lumax and pre-UD-esque henry interacting with the party through their dreams to aid their Great Quest so try not to breath on it too hard. it may or may not fall apart.

OK ART YIPPEE YAHOO LETS GO

side note i know jack shit about dnd races and quite frankly do not care. i said dnd inspired not dnd were going TYPICAL FANTASY RACES ONLY I'M TALKIN ELVES HUMANS DWARVES AND SHIT ELSE.

they all have a more casual outfit for downtime and one for traveling and/or battling etc etc. you get the gist. dustin and lucas aren't done yet and you'd have to take drastic measures to get me to do anything other than type rn.

also have some doodles bc i like you :-) ft. a henry and miwi's first meeting.

i have way more thoughts (particularly regarding max and mikes backstories and mikes oath and 8 thousand other things). but i don't wanna be annoying.

final thing is that for extra credit you are welcome to listen to the moon will sing by the crane wives and think about this au's henry okay byyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee (slowly fading away)

[goatchulu]

jealous! lucifer x gender neutral! reader

Genre: fluff, ig? slight smut in the end.

Fandom: obey me!

Prompt: you find yourself in a fake relationship, and now you're introducing your "boyfriend" to the demom brothers. they don't take it so well, especially lucifer.

Warnings: mentions of drinking, mentions of harassment and stalking, they make out in the end, reader's gender is unmentioned for your imagination (and inclusion).

lucifer takes another swig of his whisky, a slight burning sensation lingering on his throat. no matter the amount of alcohol he consumed that night, he couldn't escape the bitter feeling that was left inside his chest.

the two of you have been hitting it off pretty well for the past few weeks, if he could say so himself. the harmless complimenting and the subtle glancing had turned into ardent flirting and shows of affection overtime. you two were finally going somewhere with your mutual pinning, or so he thought.

lucifer didn't think his small (not so small) crush on you would lead anywhere, really. nor did he think you would reciprocate his infatuation. but with all the friendly interactions you had of late, anyone would assume you two were together in a romantic light.

now look, lucifer prides himself as a person. he was assertive, efficient, productive, level-headed and the voice of reason when stress is most prominent. but as a lover? lucifer wasn't so sure. he assumed you'd like someone more jolly and eccentric like mammon or someone more confident and charismatic like asmodeus. he didn't expect for you to even spare him a second glance when it came to the dating game. lucifer was a busy man after all, and he wasn't the most expressive when it came to emotions; not very ideal for a lover.

but what lucifer also did not expect was for you to bring home a common demon boy and introduce him as your significant other.

let's just say that all the built up tension and courting were all ruined by a single dinner party.

you had gathered all the demon brothers earlier that morning, claiming you had an important announcement to make. you went as far as inviting diavolo and his loyal butler, barbatos, to spend the evening over for dinner. they thanked you for the invitation, but they unfortunately, could not attend because of their hectic schedules.

lucifer, on the other hand, was more than happy to accept your invitation (though he was quick to cover up the smile he held when you came up to him). seeing as he already lives under the same roof as you, anways. his happiness would soon be diminished and grinded into dirty, pathetic, dust, though.

lucifer's eyes narrow as mammon's loud laughter bounces off the walls of the dining room. lucienne, your "boyfriend", had managed to crack the demon up with one of his silly stories about a strange elderly wizard that sold expensive medication made out of fairy wings that turned out to just be bedazzled dragon fly wings. he worked wonders with the avatar of greed, considering the fact that just a moment ago, mammon was cursing in jealousy and resentment as you sat with your newly introduced boyfriend.

luficer would've told mammon to shut up, but he feared saying something far more vulgar out of anger. the previous tension was already eased into a more domesticated athmosphere (credits to lucienne's charm and humor), lucifer didn't want to ruin dinner for his brothers, and especially not for you.

i mean, lucifer felt betrayed, he felt used and-- and played. how could you lead him on like this? but deep inside, he knew there was something else. he felt disappointed, he felt defeated, he felt crushed, he wished he'd done something sooner before this lucienne stole you away from him.

but anyways, back to the dinner party.

"you seem unusually quiet, lucy." asmo teases from across lucifer's seat. the phrase seems to capture everyone's attention, all eyes now on the grimacing and glaring lucifer.

"asmo's right, you haven't uttered a word since lucienne arrived, lucifer. is something wrong?" you chime in, causing lucifer to perk up. the thought of you worrying about his state sent sparks into his heart, but they were quick to disappear when lucienne asks him the same question.

"i'm fine." he replies to your concern, unable to hide the venom that strung on to his words. this only causes asmodeus to snicker, and leviathan to sink deeper into his seat. everyone else watches in concern as lucifer downs another glass of demom whiskey. you're about to ask him again, unsure about his reply, but he stops you before you could even form a word.

"i said i'm fine."

the air is tense, until eventually, mammon gasps out of nowhere. "don't tell me! lucifer is jealous!!~" he repeats in a sing song manner, only irking lucifer even further. no one else speaks up, the whole situation akward enough.

after a while, though, lucienne speaks up. he gestures at mammon, especially. hoping to stop the demon from escalating the situation. "hey mammon, wanna hear about that one time i accidentally professed my love for my eight grade math teacher?" mammon only settles back into his seat, ready for another laughing fit. the avatar of pride snaps at this, slamming his fists down the table before abruptly excusing himself with a "i have something to do."

he spares you one last glance. his heart aching with guilt from the way you had lowered your head in shame. lucifer didn't want to make you feel like he owned you, or that you weren't allowed to be with someone else... he just, he has enough reason to justify his anger right now and he really wants to dwell in it. he turns his head away from you, biting his lip to contain the guilt and pain that was threatening to seep out. he doesn't turn to look back as he walks away from the dining room in long and rushed strides.

lucifer walks down the dark hallways of lamentation, familiar with every nook and cranny the mansion had. he sighs in relief as his palm reaches out for a familiar door. it creaks as lucifer walks into his room, sounding just as glum as lucifer is.

he heads straight to his paperwork, silently hoping that they would provide him some sort of comfort. he tries to focus on anything but the thought of you or your unavailability, his mind barely processing any of the words that were printed out in front of him. he groans, his hands pulling on his jet black hair in frustration.

i mean, he should've expected this. lucienne was everything lucifer thought you would love. funny outgoing, caring, expressive, charismatic, a smooth talker and he looked at you with utmost respect and admiration. i mean, who in their right mind would choose old-schooled lucifer over the flawless lucienne?

you deserve lucienne and although lucifer thinks that no one in the three realms could ever deserve to call you theirs, he still thinks that lucienne is more deserving of you than lucifer could ever be. what were you doing to the poor demon? he was never one to admit defeat like this, and he especially wasn't the type of person that'd lower themself like this.

his rollercoaster of thoughts are interrupted by a gentle knock on the door. his ears already familiar with this particular knocking pattern. he can't help but straighten himself up, suddenly aware of the way his hair is all sprawled out. he slicks it down with saliva, muttering a small "enter" soon after he finshes checking on his appearance.

his mood lightens just a little bit at the sight of your face. as much as lucifer wants to hate you right now, he couldn't possibly feel that way towards you. never, not in a quadrillion light years.

you sit down in front of him, a genuine look of concern on your face. this makes lucifer visibly frown, catching you a bit off guard. "i wanted to talk to you about something, lucifer." his eyes grow curious and a bit hopeful, wishing it were about something that would distract him from the current situation or give him even the tiniest bit of closure.

"it's about lucienne." and once again, you manage to crush all his hope with only a few words. lucifer swears that if he hears that name one more time, he would personally shove your lovely boyfriend down the deepest depths of the underworld.

you watch his brows furrow and his fist tighten on his quill. lucifer looks far from happy to hear you talk about your significant other right now. "look, i know you'd rather not hear about lucienne again, but it's really really important and i want you to just hear me out. just this once, please?"

lucifer couldn't stand the pleading look you were giving him. your puppy eyes were a weapon that you used on him often, and they always managed to work. a tired sigh leaves his lips, if it meant getting it over with then he'd listen. "fine," he snaps, not before rubbing at his temple in obvious distress. he's said fine, but his body language told you otherwise.

"someone's kind of harassing lucienne at the moment. stalking him, giving him unwanted gifts and constantly professing their love for him when he's told them multiple times that it made him uncomfortable. they're an admirer of some sorts. i'm posing as lucienne's lover in hopes that they'd back off for a while, but i wanted to see if you and diavolo could do some actual help. it's worrisome, really. and it's been stressing lucienne out for the past couple of weeks. pretending to be his significant other is the most i can do for him, i hope you understand."

lucifer only freezes in shock, guilt washing over him all so suddenly. you call out for him, effectively snapping him out of his short daze. of course you'd offer to help lucienne out, you've always been a kind person. in lucifer's eyes, atleast. he coughs into his hand, avoiding eye contact with you as he degrades himself for his previous selfishness.

"of course, i'll do my best to make sure this harasser is punished. the school and i will ensure that lucienne won't be seeing this stalker anytime soon. just keep supporting him like this, i suppose. tell him he can sleep here for the night. thank you for informing me about this." you smile at lucifer's response, relief overwhelming your senses. if this meant that lucienne was finally going to be safe and unbothered, you were overjoyed.

you jump at lucifer, thanking him, all the while, squeezing the life out of him. his heart races impossibly fast at the gesture, and you can't help but smirk at the red that tainted his cheeks. "just so you know, i still like you. and only you, lucy."

his breath comes to a halt. he was no longer able to contain the butterflies that crowded his stomach; shock and well, pure bliss apparent on his face. "does this mean i can kiss you?"

"do anything as you please."

lucifer lunges at you. capturing your lips into a hungry and impatient kiss. his hands roam all over your torso, looking for anything he could hold onto. he settles for your waist and you drape your hands over his shoulders. heaven knows how long he's been waiting for this moment.

he manages to stumble through his room, leading you two to his bed. you part as he pushes you down to sit at the end of his king sized bed. he grins at the sight of you, disheveled and thirsty for more. the avatar of pride couldn't help but be excited for the faces you'll make in the unholy endeavors he's planning for you. he'll devour you, tear apart every innocent limb you have in your body. his imagination runs wild as he thinks of the many ways he'd mark you as his, exhibit you to the world and spread you wide open for his contenders to see. for them to know just how pathetic and needy lucifer could make you in an instant.

he bends down to kiss you again, pushing against your tounge with his own. he squeezes your thighs, digging his nails deep into the skin under the cloth still covering you. groans and grunts leave your lips as he countinues to caress your plush thighs.

as you two part, panting, a newfound possessiveness overtakes lucifer's eyes.

"you're mine."

[phoenix-is-the-hottest-thing]

really sorry if you hate takes like this in your ask so feel free to ignore if you want

As much as i dwell in the honkai fandom like chilling on a calm river, i also despise it at times. Honkai fandom has this sense of superiority complex over genshin fandom, which make sense considering the multiple drama on twitter. coupled with internalized hate from the fact genshin is getting much more popularity than honkai.

I get that story writting wise honkai is better than genshin but thats still subjective and i hate comparing those two games since on the get got both have different focus on their storytelling (one is character driven while the other is world building)

the honkai fandom habit of expressing how much better it is compared to the next door fandom including how much better the game itself is, plus shoving it down their throats while pushing the genshin players to play honkai to understand the lore better when fully understanding the game lore doesnt require any knowledge from the other game. and the gatekeeping as well as the anger outburst from innocent theory of alternate honkai character in genshin (ive seen this on twitter often)

I just really dislike the mentality this fandom can have, and how obsessive they can get about the sister game. you can enjoy one without putting down the other, i would honestly rather have the two fandom separated altogether. its exhausting.

Buddy trust me, most of us would very much like the fandoms separated altogether, that's where all the aggressiveness comes from.

Regarding the superiority complex, for me originally it's pushback from the idiots who have no context and say stupid shit like "Honkai copied Genshin!!!" (a real review on apple store.) Thankfully those aren't too common anymore. There's also legitimate criticism, like people who think Paimon is an obnoxious writing choice and Honkai's visual novel format is better at carrying a strong storyline, but those things don't really warrant a fight they're more like tools when people are already bitter...

There's also the annoying Genshin fans who'll be real bitchy about lesbian ships, it's a bit of a sensitive topic for almost any fan who's been into Honkai so it causes fights too.

Overall just not encountering each other would be ideal...

Unfortunately on say, Twitter, even if you have Genshin blacklisted, if you like Honkai you WILL get bombarded by Genshin drama and fanart too because the algorithm shoves them together. There's also a pretty large overlap between the fandoms in the first place... so people who just don't want to interact with Genshin will often have friends who do and see it anyway. It's grating to see stuff you don't wanna see over and over yes?

I'm also on a Genshin lore discord server that has a Honkai lore channel, most of the server is uninterested in it but whenever we DO get people, it's the same theories about expies/Griseo on the ARK/the gems are gnoses/etc etc. It's annoying that the interest is only based on trying to guess more stuff about Genshin's lore, it's annoying that it's ALWAYS the same uninspired and clearly wrong theories that show up over and over again instead of the few clever ones I've seen (which tended to originate from the Honkai side actually)...

...but then again, it's a lore server, that's what the channel's for, I'm happy to help! Honest!

Just, take the aggressiveness of people against "innocent Genshin fans" more as weariness, and you'll understand that position better. It's still not a good way to treat people, but compassion is needed mm?

[squirrelno2]

Jesse Lives AU, pt 5

(learned my lesson, wrote this on Google docs even though I hate it. This experience of course will still not get me to take my computer in to the repair shop because executive dysfunction is Real)

For real this time, Jesse and Jale get the hell away from the Venator wreck, and it's the last time for a while I milk the image of the clone graves for angst. In this series anyway.

Previous: 1, 2, 3, 4

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"I still need that monitor," Jale said. Jesse once again wondered why he'd gone along with the crazy theelin.

"You can't reach it," he pointed out, not sure why he was bothering.

"It's grab that or go raid the medbay," Jale said. Jesse had been avoiding medical since Kix disappeared, and he certainly wasn't going to go in there now with the bodies of vode Maul had attacked lying there, dead in the midst of recovery. He was having a hard enough time not thinking things like "Kix would have saved them" as it was.

"Fine. Just… stay there for a second. Don't do anything stupid, if you can manage it."

He knelt to untie the rope from around the walkway, then put it around Jale's waist. He pulled it tight with more effort than he needed, and ended up tugging Jale closer. Jesse stepped back; he was not at all struck by the fact that Jale's eyes were brown when the rest of them was so brightly colored.

"Keep one hand on that," he commanded. Jale almost immediately ignored him as they turned back to the monitor they wanted, leaning out once more with one hand on the equipment to steady it as they worked. Jesse gritted his teeth and wrapped the rope around his hands another time, bracing himself for Jale's next dumb move.

Amazingly, the scavenger managed to finish the job this time, and they threw themself backwards with the monitor clutched to their chest. The walkway shuddered under them. Jesse, having no desire to die for this bottom-feeder, tugged Jale up.

"Let's go before your bullshit brings the whole place down." He got to work untying the rope once more, then resecured it to the walkway.

The descent was more painful than Jesse wanted to admit. His head was pounding, and all the activity was reminding him just how many cuts and bruises he'd picked up in the crash. Normally, he'd already have gotten looked at by a medic. Even with Kix gone Jesse couldn't bring himself to ignore his brother's advice, and the medics in the 332nd were willing to come to him instead of forcing him into the medbay. They all remembered Kix, too.

But now Jesse was really, fully alone, and when he staggered upon reaching the floor he realised again what that meant.

Rather than dwell, he looked at Jale.

"Tell me that's the last of it."

For a second, he thought the scavenger would protest. Then, strangely, Jale nodded.

"We can go," they said.

The wind had picked up. As they reached the place where Jale left the speeder, Jesse heard a rattling - helmets knocking against the sticks on which they were mounted. He lifted his gaze to the sky and tried not to listen.

Jale made him sit in front, though they were also emphatic about Jesse not being the one to drive.

"Can you even see over my head?"

"Your bloody head? Yes. Good thing you don't have hair. If you wanna drive, stand up and walk in a straight line for me."

Jesse had thought his unsteadiness had gone unnoticed. He scowled as Jale finished securing the fuel to the speeder and sat down behind him.

"Was there anything else you needed?" Jale asked awkwardly. Jesse tensed.

Clones didn't have much. Armour, blasters, whatever contraband they picked up over the years. Jesse's small collection of the latter had been passed over to Kix when he became an ARC trooper, and subsequently disappeared with Kix. The blasters were technically the property of the Republic, which no longer existed and also had ordered Jesse to point them at his two Commanders for reasons he didn't understand.

As for his armour…

He turned to look at the place where his helmet was mounted. Jale turned, too, and sucked in a sharp breath that told Jesse they'd figured out what he was looking at.

"I'm good," he said. He passed Jale the helmet he'd borrowed. "Let's go."

[samanthalightning]

She's Got A Date-EoWells X Allen!reader- Part IV

*The GIF is not mine. All rights to the owner*

Part III

Summary: After getting wasted last night, you meet up with Barry and he offered you some advices. Based 1x03

Warnings: None. Just a tad angsty.

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Extremely groggy, currently having a mind-splitting headache and has the worst case of hungover, it was a miracle that you woke up early— well, thanks to your siren-like alarm. You hate yourself for drinking like a viking and like your liver regenerates like Barry.

Last night was a blur— or at least the part you got home. You blacked out. You have absolutely zero recollection of how you ended up in your bed, in your pyjamas, and your car parked the wrong way. You figured you drank and drove, you might have someone to do with that one. You are so lucky no one caught or Joe would've made sure you won't see the light of day. But everything prior that was still very much intact in your mind. Everything.

You were supposed to meet up with Barry for breakfast today at Jitters. You were headed there anyway for some coffee. It's not far from your apartment, which was nice, because you don't trust yourself with driving hungover as much as driving drunk.

When you arrived at Jitters, Barry was already there. He waved as his eyes caught you entering. You smiled in return. You went to him, put your bag on the floor and took a seat on the stool. Cups of coffee were on the table, it seemed like Barry had already gone through half of his coffee.

"I already ordered for you," he said. "And I got you this ham and cheese sandwich from that bodega." He placed a brown paper bag in front of you.

"Thanks," you mumbled, taking a sip of the coffee. You rummaged through the bag, and took the foil-covered sandwich. It was still warm. Your favorite bodega was all the way downtown. It's a trip to get those treats, which is why you almost never get them. Thank God for Barry and his super speed.

You quickly removed the foil and took a large bite. You groaned happily as you chew. Coffee and greasy sandwich; it was heavenly and bitter. It hits the right spots, it feels as though a part of your soul re-entered your body.

Thank God for Barry and him knowing you so well.

Barry chuckled amusedly at your reaction. "Had some fun last night?" He teased, pointing to your sunglasses covering your eyes.

In your defense, it was very bright outside today.

You rolled your eyes, not that he can see through the lens— or can he? You didn't know. "Just had a few drinks with Iris," you said.

He nodded, half convinced, took a sip of his coffee. "Once upon a time I was falling in love but now I'm falling apart," he sang in a low voice, but enough for your heightened hearing to hear.

Your head quickly jerked up to him, eyes mortified. "How did you know that?" You whispered. Your thoughts ran wildly. Maybe someone took a video of you drunk as hell, and maybe you're trending on all social media platforms or maybe you became a meme.

He shrugged, pursing his lips. "I don't know, you belted those notes in the streets last night,"

Perplexed, you look at him, and it's like he was waiting for something to click while smirking devilishly. Then it dawned on you. All of those questions you asked earlier were answered. He took you home. Which makes sense why he got these sandwiches for you.

"Oh my God," you groaned, burying your face in your hands, cheeks turned into a dark shade of red. Though, you still remember nothing.

Barry laughed hysterically. He loved teasing you so hard.

"Yeah. You called me last night, begging me to pick you up, because you're too drunk to drive," he said as his laughing ceased. "You both refused to enter the car. You started screaming, giggling like 5-year olds. I was lucky the street was dead."

Oh poor Barry. You can imagine, he must be so embarrassed.

It was a relief that even if you're drunk, you didn't risk driving. Maybe you're not as hopeless as you think you are.

Still, you dwelled in your embarrassment.

"So, who is it?" He asked. You look up to him again, eyebrows furrowed with once again cluelessness and confusion. You had a hunch what he was talking about, but it's always safe to pretend you don't know. It can't hurt them. He looked at you incredulously. "Come on, Y/N. You were talking the whole car ride. About some guy, and how things are so complicated and you were tired of it. I've never seen you like that before—"

"—clearly haven't seen me in a frat party before," you snickered, taking off your glasses.

"I'm serious. What is that about?" He insisted firmly, anticipation and a squint of frustration was evident in his face.

You grimaced, mentally hissing at yourself. You couldn't just zip your mouth and reveal your secret. Might as well announce it.

You messed up. You can lie, but what's the point? He's Barry. If he's anything, that's persistent. He tried breaking in Iron Heights.

"I'm dating someone," you confessed.

Barry blinked, clearly caught off guard with your confession. He expected it, but what surprised him is that you hid it from him. He stuttered for a while, before he was able to form a coherent sentence. "Oh. Okay. What happened?"

You sighed, looking down at the table. You took another bit of your sandwich, taking your time to chew. Contemplating whether to elaborate. It's pretty heavy to unload, you didn't expect telling your brother you're dating someone so secretly. And for sure he won't be able to take it all at once. You have to be vague.

"He—he doesn't want anyone to know we're dating, because there are certain consequences that come with it," you explained. It felt foreign to talk about your love life. For the past 6 months, you kept it all to yourself. The bad, the good. You bottled it up inside.

He raised an eyebrow, concern crossed his features. "And you're comfortable with this?"

"At first. But then it felt restricted and suffocating," you explained.

"Did you talk to him about this?"

You nodded. "Yes. He wasn't very convinced. I honestly don't know what to do," you huffed, slumping your shoulder.

It ain't rocket science to figure how deeply i troubled you. It breaks his heart that his little sister is going through some stuff, and she was going through it alone.

"Talk some more. Be honest of what you're really feeling," you thought was pretty rich and ironic coming from him. "You're part of this relationship as much as he is. You have a say in this, and if you don't feel like this isn't working out for you, then maybe you shouldn't be in it at all."

His words hit you like a brick— thousands of bricks hitting you all at once, if you're being accurate. It hurts, because it was right. It hurts, because it deeply matters. You felt the sting in your heart, your jaw tightened. You don't want to think about it, but he's got a point.

Barry was worried with your lack of response, as you think deeply in the distance. "I'm not saying break up with him, okay? I'm just saying this is something you should really talk about and consider. You can't bottle it all up." He doesn't want to screw up his sister's love life or push her to do something that might hurt her, but not exactly disregarding the advice he made.

When he's not being a total dork, he's pretty wise.

You pressed your lips is a hard line, taking it all in. "I know," you murmured.

You weren't able to say anything after that. So did he. It was some heavy weight of emotional stuff to unload to your brother. Your hungover was gone, and who knew these kinds of talks are better than coffee and grease.

Barry decided to break the silence. "This explains so much," he laughed and so did you. You weren't pretty subtle. "Do I know him?" He quirked an eyebrow.

You hesitated, but it's not like Wells' is the first that will come to his mind. Gradually, you nodded. "Yes. But I'm not gonna say who!"

"He isn't someone like Oliver Queen, right?" He half-joked, but deep inside he meant it.

You almost spat your drink. "No!"

Barry went to the precinct, and you headed to S.T.A.R Labs.

You tried to act as normal as possible, even though what Barry said deeply affected you. Thank God Caitlin arrived before you, so you wouldn't have to deal with interactions with him.

You couldn't still believe how much emotion you felt last night; how intense it is. You minded it, but you didn't think you would actually get drunk about it. You have no idea how to deal with it, and if it's the right time to deal with it. You can't go on and help your brother save the city, while your mind is filled with thoughts about him.

Right now, you choose the city.

As soon as Cisco arrived, which wasn't very long, you worked on finishing the pipeline.

It wasn't easy though, you worked on the same thing, be in the same room, act like you didn't get hammered because of him last night. Every time you spare him a glance, and he would look back and he would smile, having no idea what you were going through, it would break your heart just a little bit more. Each minute that you let your feelings be unknown, Barry's words sink into you furthermore. But it occurred to you that the reasons why it was hard were also the reasons why you should keep it together.

The prison was done before lunch. He and Cisco worked over-overtime last night, so there wasn't really much to do, but set it up. It came up together well; durable, functional. The cells slightly look like pods, and given Francisco Ramon's obsession with Star Wars, it makes sense. The test run will happen when 'The Mist' is captured, since Barry doesn't want to participate. But rest assured, you and Cisco worked on it very hard to make sure it works.

Now with the biggest task done, the only thing left to do is go through a bunch of workload and have lunch.

"Hey, Caitlin and I are gonna grab lunch, wanna come?" Cisco asked, putting his coat on. "It's that new place that serves amazing cheap steaks and burgers,"

You realized that the place he was talking about was the very restaurant that you told Wells.

You shook your head. "No, you guys go. I already ordered some food." You smiled, declining.

"Okay, your lost. That place is amazing," he elaborated, clearly pleased with the place. It's Cisco, though. And food.

You snorted, turning your eyes back to the computer. "As I heard," you murmured underneath your breath with a tinge of bitterness, as Cisco strided out of the cortex.

On the bright side, someone from this place already went there. But much to your dismay, it wasn't you.

Your phone dinged. You picked it up to check, and it's what you have been waiting for. The delivery guy is right outside the lab. You quickly headed down to pick it up. You gave the delivery guy some tip, before excitedly went back inside.

You were salivating when the intoxicating smell of Chinese food filled your nostrils.

When you got up, Wells was there. He took a waft of the take-out foods. "Is that from Mann-Lee?" His eyes lit up in recognition. He was the one who introduced you to the restaurant. He said it's the only Chinese place he likes, because it tasted like the food he had in Shanghai. Of course, he's been to China.

You nodded, placing it on the desk. You quickly took out every box of food in the bag, and dug into your chow mein happily and satisfied, not bothering to take a seat.

"Did you order some for me?" He asked.

Unable to speak due to your mouth being filled with noodles and potstickers, you nodded. "It's in the box," he chuckled at your attempt to speak.

He helped himself and rummaged inside the bag's remaining contents. Upon opening one, his face fell, seemingly disappointed. He opened another box only to be disappointed again. He was looking for something specific. Your wonder started to grow, watching him.

He turned to you, and you raised an eyebrow. "Did you order some of their Beef Broccoli?"

"No. Did you want that?" You inquired.

"Yeah." He forced a half-smile, waving his fingers dismissively. "It's okay. I'm fine with Kung Pao Chicken; it's decent enough,"

For some reason, your mood soured. Decent in Harrison Wells' vocabulary means it's not good enough; he doesn't hate it, but he doesn't love either. You felt bad that you didn't know what he actually likes, but in your defense, he never says, and he lets you eat it. He never complained.

"You don't have to eat it if you don't like it," you said. You didn't want to watch him suffer eating something he doesn't like while you enjoy your own lunch.

"No, it's fine," he assured you.

"No, Harry. I mean it— you don't have to eat it," you insisted with more vigor in your tone.

He ignored you, and took a bite of the chicken. You scoffed in disbelief, frustration fueled in your chest. You want to stop him as he continues eating, but you decided against it. It's too petty to get angry about, not worth it.

You eat your lunch in peace, every time you turn to Wells, he would wince every now and then when he takes a bite. You don't know what about Kung Pao Chicken he doesn't like, but he doesn't just like it. You tried to let him go through it, but you're starting to get annoyed. And of course, you couldn't stop yourself.

"Okay, stop," you suddenly spoke, putting your food aside. "You don't have to eat, you don't like it." You tried to grab the food out of his grasp, but he swerved swiftly.

"Y/N, I said it's fine!" Wells said, displeased at your attempt to take his food away.

"It's not! You don't look fine— you don't like it!" Your voice rose a little.

He exhaled audibly. "It's just food,"

"I know it's just Kung Pao Chicken that I ordered that you don't like, so just admit it and stop eating!" You spat.

He scoffed in disbelief. "What is wrong with you? I am eating it!"

"But that's the point!" You snapped loudly. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do— you never do!"

Realizing what you've said, you shut your eyes. Your hands flew to each side of your head, fingers weaved through your hair, tugging on them. You needed to calm down and take breath, and be rational. The last you want to do is do something reckless and irrational.

"Is there something wrong?" He questioned firmly.

You mentally grimaced at the question. It was a stupid question; it's basically screaming at his face. "Nothing," you muttered.

Of course he didn't buy it. You weren't exactly selling it well. Or at all.

"It's something. You're enraged over food," You don't honestly know how he can keep his tone down, but it was evident he was agitated. You hate it so much right now.

You sighed wearily, refusing to face him. Afraid of what might happen if you do.

"Let it go, Wells," you pleaded through your gritted teeth and clenched jaw.

"No. I'm not gonna stop until this is settled. Tell me, what's wrong? Did something happen?"

He continued on, pushing you to speak. The idea of unloading all of your hidden burdens entered your mind, but you don't have the emotional capacity to face the fact that this is taking a toll on you. You tried to hold your ground, but his voice overwhelmed you.

You pushed your chair back, getting on your feet and facing him.

"Everything is wrong, Harrison!" You shouted, your voice boomed inside. Wells almost flinched. "Everything is wrong with us!"

Wells shook his head, baffled. "What do you mean?"

"I mean I can't take this any longer,"

"Can't take what?"

"This—" you gestured to you and him. "—This arrangement we made!"

Wells sighed, distressed, catching on what you were saying. "I thought you were okay with this,"

You chewed on your bottom lip, as you folded your arms across your chest. When you spoke, your voice dropped into a whisper; you couldn't control it. "I thought so too. Then last night, Iris vented out to me." You paused. You struggled to keep it together, now pressing your tightly folded arms on your chest. You continued. "They were having problems, same as us. I gave her some insights about everything, and then I realized that's how I feel!"

The underlying problem he thought he got handled was more intense than he thought. Time was running, you couldn't pick more of an impeccable timing, and the team could waltz in anytime while you were having this fight. He couldn't afford anyone finding out about it.

He took off his glasses, and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Y/N, this is not the time for this," he said.

You snorted, your anger erupted in your veins. You were tired of avoiding the elephant in the room.

"When is the perfect time? When it's too late? When we break up?" You didn't want to say it, but it was at the tip of your tongue, waiting to be asked ever since you realized it.

His expression hardened. You already see the gears working. "Y/N, don't go there," he murmured, not glancing up to you.

"Why?" Your voice cracked into an almost sob. That was it. The tears found their way and pool at the rim of your eyes. "I tried to make myself believe that I understand, but I couldn't help but think that maybe you're scared that if things don't work out you won't have to deal with other people, thinking that you slept with a 24-year old girl."

Soon, every emotion you were feeling last night came rushing back to you; the confusion, the anger, the love and the pain— towards him and yourself. It seeped, not only to your heart, but through your very bones and weary soul. All too soon it became overwhelming, your chest tightening, your stomach knotting, struggling to keep it at bay.

Thinking it was one thing, but saying was a whole new realm of pain you didn't know you existed, let alone capable of feeling.

He glanced up to you, eyes staring into you meaningfully. "I would never think that. I made so many enemies, Y/N. Before and after the accelerator exploded. The last thing those people want is to see me happy and that puts you in danger," he reasoned.

You tried to steady your shaky voice. "I know. But your reasons and your excuses, they won't matter in the long run. The press, Joe, our friends, my brother— everything they say won't matter to me, because they're not the ones who loves you like I do, and they're not the one in a relationship with you." You told him, staring back, before turning away, as they threatened to fall.

You inhaled sharply. "I love you, Harrison Wells. And no matter what they say about us or you or me, I'll love you. Damn, you put my brother in a 9-month coma, but I loved you nonetheless!" You pointed your index finger at him in the air.

He let you speak, taking it all, as waiting for you to finish, let it all out and explain his side. And then, you'll be swept off your feet again, as if all of your feelings and thoughts didn't exist in your mind before. Barry was right. You couldn't believe you were getting to this point, but he was right.

"But I don't wanna hide anymore. I want to do more. Be free. If you don't want anyone to know that this relationship is happening, then maybe we shouldn't happen at all," You stated.

You both were silent, the tension was thick and you could cut a knife through it. Suddenly you couldn't move, like all of your energy was drained from your body.

You turned away before you could see his reaction. The pain was unbearable; it's best if you don't see it.

Mustering all the courage and strength you have left and your body, you took a step to leave the room. He tried to stop you by reaching out, but you recoiled, before his fingertips graze your skin.

"Don't,"

You strided out of the cortex, your shoulder straightened, held up high to hold your tears, but every step you take, the control you have dissipates. Slowly, your tears overflowed. You wiped the tears, though it didn't make any difference, your tears fell and fell, soaking your neck. Soon, all hell broke loose, sobs racked your body, your hands flew to your mouth to muffle your voice.

Wells was left with nothing, but the sound of your footsteps received, your muffled sob through the walls; thousands thoughts and emotions, and the weight of your words.

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My parents are fighting. This one made me genuinely sad. Anyway, I'd really appreciate it if you share this and give it some love. Thanks!

Part V