#ashi's more or less helpful writing tips

[vampcubus]

hi lovely, quick question, i’m new to tumblr and i wanted to make those cute little about me links or master list and i’m not the greatest at technology either, so i was wondering how i would make a link? what would i use to create a page or is that something entirely different?

thank you! <3

Oh, hello! Did you mean like the links in my bio? or the actual masterlist with links itself? regardless I can tell you how I do both <3

For links in your bio (you will have to do this on desktop, it refuses to work on mobile) you have to go into your blog settings and find “Edit Theme” (not “edit appearance”, since you can’t do code there)

Once you’re in the theme editor, what you’re gonna wanna do is type this code into your description:

<a href=“masterlist or about me link address goes here”>”Display Text”</a>

just replace the text in the quotation marks with the link address, and then what you want the link to be displayed as.

you can use whatever symbols you want to separate your links

For masterlist links, it’s pretty simple! Just tedious if you have a lot of writings already posted and want to start a new masterlist. 

You’re gonna want to make a new text post.

Basically, you’re going to want to type out all of the titles of your fics, select each one, and then apply a link to them! 

I’ll suggest saving it to your drafts multiple times throughout the process if you have a lot of links to add, since tumblr has proven to be unreliable and can crash and you’ll lose progress.

I hope this helped!

[be11atrixthestrange]

Constellations

Have some romione thirst for the IWSC! :).

Theme: Write about a character not understanding their relationship with someone.

Mandatory Prompt: [Physical appearance] Freckles

Additional Prompt: [Dialogue tag] Stutter

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Constellations

"Am I pushing too hard?"

"You're fine."

A warm glow from the fireplace cast a flickering light toward the two fifth-years, their whispers barely audible over the crackling flames.

"You're sure I'm not hurting you?"

"No. It feels pretty good, actually."

Hermione ran her finger over Ron's arm and smiled when his hair stood on end in response to her touch. "Are you cold?" she asked.

"No."

"Then why do you have goosebumps?"

"I dunno."

With a roll of her eyes, she removed the tip of her quill from Ron's arm. "There. All done."

Hermione had drawn a series of lines to connect seven freckles on Ron's forearm in the shape of a geometric spoon. Ron's ears tinted pink as he admired her work.

"Cool," he said. "Mum's going to freak when she sees my tattoo."

"What constellation is it?" she asks.

"The ladle one."

Hermione raised a questioning eyebrow. "The ladle one? Do you mean the big dipper?"

"Yes! That one!"

"Honestly, Ron, that's the easiest one. If you don't even know the big dipper you'll fail the Astronomy exam—"

"Hermione, stop making this about homework."

"Of course it's about homework!" she insisted. "Let me do another one."

"Fine."

Hermione tapped her wand to Ron's forearm and her drawing disappeared. She rattled her quill against her knee to work the ink down, then studied the series of dots on his arm. There were so many to choose from. She could create any constellation from the galaxy of freckles spattered across his skin.

Her fingers traced potential drawings and she couldn't help but notice the firm musculature underneath. Playing Keeper on the Quidditch team had given him more definition, and the extra time spent in the sun had caused some of his freckles to meld together. She wondered if the dots were more defined elsewhere, maybe somewhere with less sun exposure. It might be easier to trace constellations along his shoulders or his back. Did he have freckles on his stomach?

"Stop," hissed Ron as he yanked his arm away. "That tickles!"

"Sorry!" Hermione hadn't realized her hand had been trembling, her fingers stuttering against his skin and sending her feather-light touch into an unpredictable pattern. "I'll draw it now, give your arm back."

"Fine," said Ron as he draped his arm back across her lap. His shoulder came right up to her cheek, tempting her to rest her head on it.

She caught a whiff of his cologne, which momentarily overpowered the ashy smell of the fireplace. He smelled like bourbon aged in a barrel of oak. Not that Hermione knew what bourbon tasted like, but she'd expect it to taste like Ron. Or at least taste how Ron smelled. 

She giggled at the preposterous idea. She didn't want to taste Ron, definitely not. That would be weird.

Bourbon aged in oak might taste quite nice though.

Also, when had he started wearing cologne? Christmas was coming up, and she had been looking for a gift for him. Maybe she should buy him cologne. Was that a normal gift for a friend?

"What's so funny?" asked Ron, his voice low and almost raspy in her ear.

"No-nothing," she stuttered, twirling the quill in her hand. It nearly slipped out of her palm, so she tightened her sweaty fingers around it. "Ready?"

"Yep."

Hermione got to work, connecting freckles with a fresh line of ink. Her hand shook as she drew, which gave her constellation a more artistic look, and she couldn't help but think Ron would look nice with a tattoo. Sure, his mother would hate it, and Hermione generally wasn't a big fan of tattoos, but seeing one on Ron might change her mind about them.

"Hmm. That feels good," said Ron. His arm grew heavy on Hermione's lap as he relaxed, and she became acutely aware of the way his fingers rested against the thin fabric of her pajama pants, just above her knee.

Her stomach dropped and a lump formed in her throat. She wondered if that was what it would feel like to swallow a bezoar. A chill swept through her body and her flesh broke out with goosebumps, despite the warmth of the crackling fire.

"Are you cold? asked Ron, his tone warm and playful as though his words had filtered through a smile, and Hermione didn't have to glance at him to know he was wearing his lopsided grin.

"No."

Maybe she should have said yes, and he would have given her his jumper. Would it have smelled like bourbon aged in oak?

"Then why do you have goosebumps?"

"I-I don't know."

Ron chuckled and rested his head on the back of the sofa. His eyes fluttered shut. It was getting late, and maybe they should head to bed soon, or else they'd risk falling asleep together on the couch.

And that would definitely be weird.

"All done," chirped Hermione. Her voice was louder and squeakier than she'd planned, which caused Ron to jolt his head back up.

He squinted at his arm. "The letter v?"

"Honestly Ron! You of all people should know this one!"

"Why?"

"Because you are one."

Ron sat up a little straighter and slid his arm off of Hermione's lap, leaving an emptiness as though he'd yanked a blanket from her. He cocked his head to the side. "Pisces?"

"Yes."

"That doesn't look anything like a fish."

"Yeah. Well. Welcome to Astronomy."

Ron laughed, a sound so contagious that Hermione joined in, and the pair barely heard the portrait door whoosh open, and footsteps approaching their spot on the sofa. It wasn't until Harry plopped down in an armchair across from them that their laughter subsided.

"What's so funny?" asked Harry, his eyebrows raising above the black rims of his glasses.

"Oh, nothing. Hermione's just drawing constellations on my arm." Ron showed Harry the crooked drawing on his forearm. "It's Pisces."

"Is it?"

"Yep."

Harry looked from Ron's arm to his, then rolled up his sleeve and addressed Hermione. "Can you do me next?"

Hermione opened her mouth to respond, but her throat felt dry. For some reason, imagining Harry's arm draped across her lap made her want to shudder. "N-no!"

The stutter was beginning to bother her, as she was usually so graceful with her words.

"Why not?" asked Harry, his eyes narrowing.

"Because… you don't have freckles."

"So?"

"You can't have constellations without stars."

Harry considered her response, then nodded and rolled his sleeve back down. "Point made. I'm gonna go to bed."

He rose to his feet and stretched his arms over his head, which revealed a pasty white, freckle-free strip of skin above his waistband. There'd be no way to draw constellations there, and the thought of trying made her skin crawl. Sitting so close to Harry, drawing on him — it would be as strange as buying cologne for him for Christmas. Harry was like her brother. And Ron was her friend.

"Coming, mate?" asked Harry, glancing at Ron.

Ron rose to his feet, stretched, and yawned. Hermione's eyes flitted to his freckle-studded waistline, and she wondered what constellations she could find among the grooves of his abdominal muscles. She shook the thought from her head.

"Night, Hermione."

"N-night," she responded, her voice dry and weak. Her stutter matched the pace of her accelerated heartbeat.

Ron and Harry disappeared up the stairs, leaving Hermione on the sofa with her swirling thoughts. The freckles on Ron's arm and the endless patterns she could trace kept surfacing to the forefront of her mind. Why was the memory of his fingers resting on her thigh, his oaky cologne, and the rough whisper of his voice in her ear expanding to fit her brain space, like an Occamy staking a claim?

She shook her head again, as though trying to erase any questionable drawings from an etch-a-sketch. She was probably just anxious about the upcoming Astronomy exam and staying up late to keep studying would help.

Yes, that was it.

Maybe Ron would want to study with her tomorrow night, too. She had a feeling that memorizing constellations would be a bit easier with some help from her friend.

[bakugosbratx]

How about this: bakugou and s/o have this teasing friendship dynamic where they compete to outwit eachother. They go out to hang. When bakugou slams s/o into the wall in a fit of lust/annoyance reader is just like ‘um what’s happening wait what’ cuz reader honestly doesn’t think that it’s possible for bakugou to have feelings for her. So reader is super sub. Bakugou teases her the entire time. “Not so tough now huh?”

NSFW 18+ Come Over- Dom! Bakugo x Sub! Reader

WARNING: 18+ Consentual Characters, size kink, daddy kink, breeding kink, swearing, harsh language, etc.

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A/N: Sorry it took me awhile to get to your request, but I hope it meets some of your standards. I had fun writing it. Send me in your request y’all. My inbox is open 💥

Words: 1,841

You and Bakugo have always had an interesting friendship. You were introduced to the Bakusquad by Mina Ashido. You two met at the record store since you used to work there and bonded instantly. So, Mina wanted you to meet her other friends. Everyone loved you right away except for the ashy blonde. You were at each other's throats the second you met each other.

"Hey, dumbass." Bakugo greeted, not removing the scowl from his face. You were not one to deal with other's bullshit so you refused to let Katsuki talk to you any sorts of way.

"Hello to you too, dipshit."

"Oi! What did you call me? I'll kick your ass!" Bakugo exclaimed.

"Probably can't hear me because of all of your yelling." You shrugged.

"I think we should go-" Mina sighed as she grabbed your arm but you shrugged her off.

"Nah! I want to meet all of your lovely friends. Not just the stupid one." You smiled innocently.

"You're going to regret those words, loser!" Bakugo growled as Kirishima held him back using his hardening quirk.

As stated before, everyone loved you. Except for Bakugo, but overtime, you both learned to tolerate each other. It was never spoken, but a friendship developed overtime between you and the short tempered boy. You always pushed each other's buttons and knew how to make each other go off. It was now a common amusement amongst the others.

You were out shopping with Sero, Kirishima, and Mina when you received a text. You opened it to see that Bakugo messaged you.

Boomer 💥:

Want to hangout?

You:

I'm currently at the mall

Boomer 💥:

Then leave.

You:

Wtf I'm not leaving for you.

Boomer 💥:

Oi! Just come over at some point today shitty woman.

You:

Okay dickhead.

"What are you so smiley about?" Mina teased. You didn't even realize a smile was plastered on your face.

"Probably texting Bakugo." Sero teased.

"Oh fuck off!" You exclaimed as your face heated up.

The group teased you and Bakugo all the time. They claimed you two secretly love each other and you two just didn't know it. You have came to terms that you thought Bakugo was cute in his own special way, but you were not convinced that the feelings were reciprocated. Katsuki was never good at showing his emotions except when he is angry or annoyed which is his attitude 98% of the time.

You didn't tell your friends that you and Bakugo text more than they think. Not consistently since Bakugo is not much of a conversationalist over text, but he will send you random messages when he's annoyed or if something reminds him of you. You tried to hide the stupid grin you get when his name appeared on your phone, but your friends caught on overtime. You seemed to get teased the most about it. At least, that's how it felt.

You kept your word and strolled over to Bakugo's house after the mall. You were not sure what he wanted or why, but you did not question it either. The most he is going to do is piss you off and you storm home in a fit of rage. So, you were a little hesitant on knocking on his door.

You knocked on the door with three hard knocks. Bakugo opened the door moments later. Same scowl on his face as usual.

"Hey dumbass."

You invite yourself in, not saying anything. You were surprised on how well kept his house was considering Katsuki is quick to blow up everything.

"Wow! Your place looks great!" You complement.

"You've never seen nice things before, idiot?"

You shoot a glare at him.

"Why can't you just accept the compliment, dipshit?" You sigh. "Why did you even invite me over here?"

"Because I wanted to."

"That's not a good enough answer, stupid."

"Well it's going to be! And watch your mouth, dumbass."

You get up in Bakugo's face. Your eyes meeting his crimson red ones staring down into you.

"And what if I don't?" You stated firmly.

Without a word, Bakugo pushes you against the nearest wall. He pins your wrist above your head with one of his strong hands while keeping a hard, lustful gaze on you. You tremble so slightly under his firm grip.

"What the fuck, Katsuki? Let me go!" You demanded to no avail. Bakugo just smirked.

"Not so tough are you now, huh? Look at you, so helpless." Katsuki teased.

You tried to squirm, but this only amused Katsuki. It was obvious he was not going to let you go.

"Katsuki, let me go-" You were interrupted by Bakugo's lips smacking into yours. His kisses are aggressive, but you did not expect any less from the short-tempered man.

Bakugo slowly pulls away, looking at your lips then back to your eyes. You can feel his hot breath tickling your plump lips.

"You're much cuter when you're quiet." Katsuki stated softly.

You feel your stomach doing fumbles. You can't believe Bakugo actually kissed you. Even worse, pinning you against the wall. This is not what you have expected to happen. Especially since Bakugo seems to not want to be around people often. You have a huge crush on him and you're hoping that this is him showing you the feeling is mutual.

"And you're much cuter when you let go of me." You scoffed.

"Nah. I don't think I will. Besides," Bakugo's fingers dip into your pants and feel the wet panties, "I would say you're enjoying this."

Your cheeks turn bright pink and you swallowed the imaginary lump in your throat. You did not want Bakugo to know how much he turns you on. Especially since you're in this position. You know he will not let you live this down and he will use your weakness for him as an advantage.

Bakugo's fingers played with your clit through the wet fabric. He enjoyed watching you squirm as he kept you in place. He began sucking on your neck to leave a nice hickey for everyone to see. You knew better than to try to tell him to stop. Bakugo has made it more than perfectly clear he does not give a single damn about your pleas as he gently nibbles on your tender flesh.

"Katsuki." You moan as his fingers speed up inside you.

Bakugo stops to meet your eyes.

"The name is Daddy. Got that, little girl?" Bakugo growls in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

You nod.

"Say it." Bakugo demands.

"Yes, daddy."

Bakugo smirks.

"Such a good little slut. I know you have been wanting my cock for a long time and I thought I'd be nice enough to invite you over to feed your hunger."

"T-That's not true!" You argued.

"Really? You think I haven't noticed how turned on you get when we argue? You think I haven't noticed you staring at my dick when we all hangout? Lastly," Bakugo rubs your clit roughly to edge you some, "you're about to be fucking soaked again."

"Mm daddy!" You moan, wanting to cum some more.

"Aw, does my precious little girl want to cum? You want daddy to let you release onto his fingers?" Katsuki coo's condescending.

"Yes daddy! Please!" You beg.

"Your wish is my command, princess."

Bakugo rubs you a little more to get you stimulated and you release. He feels the wetness through your panties and he smirks.

"Damn, you came a lot for me. Such a cock hungry slut you are. Don't worry, daddy is going to fuck your precious little cunt so good." Bakugo chuckles before lifting you up and putting you over his shoulder. He carries you to his bedroom and lays you on your back on his California King Bed. He begins taking off your clothes and kissing - along with a few nibbles - on your exposed skin. He throws your bra to the floor and starts to suck on your tender nipples. Moans of pleasure escape your parted lips.

Bakugo gets to your panties and start to take them off. The cold air hitting your wet core made you shiver a bit. Plus, you were a bit nervous and embarrassed. Your vulnerable naked body is on full display for Bakugo's lustful eyes and you could not help but feel insecure. Bakugo noticed how tense your body became and he gave you a reassuring look.

“If you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to.”

“I want to. I’m just nervous.”

“Don’t worry. I will not hurt you too bad.” Bakugo teased.

You softly smile and relaxed. He opened your legs so your soaked pussy was ready for him to enter. Bakugo began getting undressed and your eyes widen at his hard dick. Of course, this doesn’t go unnoticed by Bakugo and he smirks as he strokes his huge member.

“Like what you see?”

“T-That’s going in me?” You exclaimed.

“Yep. All of it.”

You were about to close your legs, but Katsuki put his hands on your knees and keep them open. You feel the tip at your entrance and it already felt he was in deeper than he was. You did not even get much time to process as Bakugo kept making his way deeper into you.

“Damn, you are so fucking tight, babe. You can hardly handle all of my huge cock.”

“Daddy, please!” You whine and moan, wanting more of his member in you, though, you don’t think you can handle much more. You were not a virgin, by any means, but you haven’t had sex with a man as big as Bakugo. With each thrust, its pleasurable and a little painful. He isn’t gentle nor is he small in width. He’s not only big in length, he has a nice girth to his dick as well.

“Quit your whining. You’re going to take all of my cock wether you like it or not, slut.”

Katsuki continues thrusting in you, grumbling slurs under his breath as your folds hug his cock. You could feel another orgasm coming as his balls slapped against you. All of his length was in you, hitting all the right spots and then some. You were gripping the satin bed sheets and moaning loud enough to where Japan could hear you.

“Daddy, I am about to cum.” You moan.

“Damn, on your third orgasm. Better beg for it.”

“Please daddy! Please let me cum! Please!” You begged as tears brimmed your eyes.

“Cum on my cock.”

You did as your told and released on Bakugo’s hard dick. This didn’t stop him from going, through. He was still going to meet his high weather you liked it or not. He is close to cumming and he starts to speed up.

“Oh God.” You gasp as he releases himself into you. He makes sure every drop is in your body before pulling out. He gives you soft kisses on the lips and pulls away to meet your gaze.

“Aren’t you glad you came over?”

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[kirishibi]

Another Life

No summary here!

Warnings: angst, cursing

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k fuck me this was supposed to be a lot shorter but i couldn’t help myself

a/n: since i can’t write smut and i’m all fluffed out, here’s a deliciously angsty birthday gift for the amazing @lady-bakuhoe! 💕💕 happy birthday, lovely! this was inspired by the movie “Happy Anniversary” and if y’all haven’t seen it, i highly recommend! Drink water, take care of yourselves, and enjoy! - kiri/chef

“I’m not happy.”

The words slipped from you before you even realized they’d been at the tip of your tongue.

You heard a breath catch in Bakugou’s throat, the pained sound making you flinch. Nevertheless, you lightly pushed against his chest, urging for him to back away.

He complied, albeit reluctantly. From the corner of your eye you watched his shoulder’s slump, felt his hands leave your waist. You refused to look up at him, though, instead turning your gaze to a spot on the floor.

“ -the hell does that mean?”

The first part of his question was too soft to hear, his voice raspy and weak. Katsuki prayed that his ears were playing tricks on him, that you would see the pain and shock in his expression, giggle, and tease him for mishearing you. A lump formed in his throat as he desperately tried to convince himself it was only a misunderstanding.

The way you shakily stepped backward and gently denied him eye contact, though, told him all he needed to know.

“I- I don’t know.”

“You wouldn’t have said it if you didn’t know, so what the hell do you mean you’re ‘not happy’?!”

“Katsu, please-“

He cut you off with a harsh glare, biting down on the inside of his cheek until the taste of blood coated his tongue. The nickname he used to secretly adore sounded more like an insult.

He could remember the first time you called him Katsu and the confusion he immediately felt. Bakugou hated nicknames - he had never been called one that didn’t immediately cause annoyance. He looked up from his phone to see you leaning on his bedroom door frame, pure joy and adoration in your eyes. You had only wanted to ask him the password for a website, but the affectionate cadence of your voice made him feel warm. Every time you called him that stupid name, he melted. He was putty in your hands.

“Don’t call me that.” The blond turned away, tasting bile in the back of his throat as his world fell to pieces. He made his way to the kitchen, grabbed a glass from a cabinet and began filling it with water. Harsh curses slipped through clenched teeth when water missed the cup and a few droplets spilled onto the floor.

“I’m sorry. I feel horrible,” You finally looked up at the man you’d loved for so long, though tears blurred his form and those feelings were long forgotten - at least to you. “but I’ve tried to swallow this feeling for weeks, and-”

“You’ve been feeling this way for weeks?!”

“Let me speak!” You snapped back. You weren’t demanding, you were begging. “Kats- Bakugou, I don't want to feel this way anymore. I’m drained. What I said was true: I’m not happy, and the problem is us... We’re breaking up. You can’t change my mind.”

“You can’t change my mind!” You giggled as Katsuki threw you over his shoulder.

“I don’t need to change your mind if I can carry you away.” He grunted, pressing a palm against the glass door of the bakery, small buds of annoyance threatening to bloom in his chest. Your laugh was infectious, however, and he couldn't help the smile that cracked his hard expression.

“You said I could get anything I wanted, and I want a Deku themed cake! It’s my birthday, Katsu, please!”

He sighed and turned back to the store clerk, roughly setting you down and watching as you happily bounded back to the counter to place your order.

Bakugou was a stubborn, selfish asshole, but he would give anything - even his pride- if it would make you happy.

You expected for him to scream, to shove you against the wall, to get in your face and tell you that you weren’t allowed to leave. You wanted him to break the heavy silence filling the room that pressed into your chest and slowly suffocated you. You needed him to be a dick, to make you feel less guilty, to make this easier.

Bakugou was never one for letting things be easy, though.

He sighed through his nose, downed his glass of water to wash down the acid lining his throat. “Go, then. I’m not about to beg you to stay, and I don’t want you if it’s not mutual.” He squared his shoulders and looked up at you. His eyes locked with yours from behind tufts of ashy blond hair and it was only then that you realized he’d been crying. “This is my apartment, so you need to find somewhere else to stay tonight. I’m patrolling tomorrow, so pack your shit while I’m out and be gone by the time I get back.”

You opened your mouth to argue but he held up a hand, tearing his gaze from yours. It hurt too much to look at you any longer.

“Make damn sure you’re gone when my shift ends.” He pointed toward the door. This time, he was the one avoiding eye contact.

You nodded, deciding not to challenge him. Your fingertips wrapped around the frigid metal of the door knob, a chill running up your arm and down your spine. You gritted your teeth as it turned and the wood creaked open.

“Maybe in another life…” You couldn’t finish your sentence. Tears still pricked the corners of your eyes. You bit your bottom lip to suppress the sob crawling up your throat.

“Another life can eat shit.” He snapped.

You nodded wistfully, pulled the door closed as you exited.

The moment you were out of sight, the blond broke down, his body racked by sobs. He crumpled to the floor as his knees went weak, pressing his back against the cold metal of the fridge’s door. He did all he could to steady his breathing and not pass out.

Bakugou squeezed his eyes shut and memories of you overwhelmed him.

You squealed when you saw Katsuki. He had been gone for a few days on a mission and you didn’t miss a beat running across the room to excitedly leap into his arms, proclaiming how much you missed him. You pulled him into a needy kiss and he smiled at the sugary taste left on his lips when you separated. Normally he didn’t like sweet things, but you were addicting.

-

You sat with your knees curled up to your chest, your boyfriend’s hoodie pulled over them so that the oversized garment covered you entirely. One look at you made his heart melt. He settled in the space beside you, wrapping his arms around your huddled form and holding you tight. “Mine” he whispered into the cloth beside your ear.

-

You looked up at him, a blush creeping up your neck and tinting your cheeks. The cutest smile he’d ever seen crinkled the corners of your eyes as you nervously grabbed his hand in one of yours. He would never forget that moment or how sweet your voice sounded when you gently cupped his cheek and whispered “I love you, Katsuki”. He could have died happy right then and there. Now, he wished he had.

Bakugou slammed his head against the surface behind him, hot tears stinging his cheeks despite his vain attempts to force them away.

“Another life can eat shit.” He repeated, his voice reduced to a broken whimper. “This life was the one I wanted to share with you.”

[darlingrutherford]

Happy (almost) Halloween, everyone! 👻

What better way to celebrate the spooky holiday than with a little vampire!au spicy time? 👀 I know it's been some time since I put out some writing, hopefully this will help~ I'm definitely feeling a lot about this au so who knows, maybe there will be more to come down the road! ❤️ In the meantime, if you're 18+, enjoy! (Otherwise, keep scrolling.)

Compulsory Diversions | Cross-posted on Ao3 | Alistair Theirin/Lana Surana | DA Vampire!AU | Explicit - sex, biting, blood | 18+ only, please!

Redcliffe castle was dark and dreary, even during the day. Though the entrance and most front facing areas were bright and welcoming, Lana had quickly learned it was mainly for appearance's sake. The vast majority of the castle had curtains drawn during the daytime, blocking out most of the sun save for the bits that broke through the cracks of heavy fabric defenses like fire glowing from outside.

The sun didn't hurt them, at least not in the ways stories of old described it. Alistair hadn't burst into flames, he hadn't faded into a pile of dust the first time he walked into the library in the early afternoon and hadn't been able to avoid the bright, warm beams of sunlight Lana had let in upon drawing the curtains before she knew he was behind her.

‘Serves me right for trying to sneak up on you,’ he had chuckled at the time. Weakness that increased the longer exposed, headaches, nausea. Not bad when compared to what Lana had expected when she had yelled and shoved him away from the light, even though by all means it should have been too late to avoid becoming an ashy mess. Still, after watching Alistair nurse a grueling headache after one afternoon of following Lana around in the gardens, she understood why they kept the curtains closed.

Lana's bare feet made no sound as she walked the stone halls. Bronze chamberstick in hand, she kept the lit candle close to her to light the way. It was early evening. Dusk had begun to fall outside and the bits of sunlight that seeped through the cracks in the curtains had begun to turn into a blue haze, all but fading away.

Her legs came to stop as Lana looked around the hall. Old paintings covered the walls, tapestries with the Guerrin family crest that she could have sworn she had passed earlier. The castle was like a maze; it wasn't the first time she had taken a wrong turn in all the time she had been living there. She grasped the side of her robe, pulling it tight around her and the layered light, cream colored fabric of her dressing gown. ‘I'll just walk around for a few minutes, then get dressed,’ she had originally thought. Easier said than done, she supposed, sighing quietly at how easily she had gotten lost. Lana perked up as her ear was drawn towards the sound of something shuffling in the dark. The candles on the walls had yet to be lit for the night, and she strained to see anything other than what her candle allowed. Then, suddenly, there was a light gust of wind, and a hand muffling her startled yell as she was pulled into an empty alcove.

“You're straying too close to Arl Eamon and Lady Isolde’s wing.” Alistair's voice murmured against Lana's ear. She let out a breath of relief against his hand before he slipped it from her lips. “Sorry to grab you like that, only… You're a bit jumpy. I figured you'd yell either way, sooo…”

“No, no, you're probably right.” Lana could barely see Alistair in the dark. She had dropped the candle when he had first grabbed her. Its light extinguished and the sun fading more quickly than ever had left the hall nearly pitch black.

“Are you okay?” Lana shivered as she felt Alistair place his hand on her shoulder, sliding it slowly down her arm over the fabric of her robe. “Your heart is beating fast.”

‘Of course it's beating quickly - I live with vampires, it's your feeding day, and you have me pinned against the wall in my negligee,’ she thought to herself. Her voice when she spoke aloud, however, was not as confident.

“Oh, um. I'm - I'm fine, Alistair. Thank you.”

“You sure?” He trailed the tips of his fingers down the side of her cheek, feeling the heat flush from her skin. Her breath quickened as his fingers trailed down her neck, all too aware of how he seemed focused on a particular vein as if he were testing it for ripeness. “When I woke and found you missing, I worried.”

“Difficult when your meal has legs, isn't it?” Alistair chuckled at her quip. Lana smiled and settled into his touch, pressing her neck comfortably against his palm. “I just wanted to stretch my legs a bit.”

“If you needed to stretch your legs out, all you have to do is ask.”

Lana let out a surprised breath as her feet left the cold floor. Her legs instinctively wrapped around Alistair's middle as his lips pressed to hers. Her back thudded against the stone wall, blood already pumping with the feel of his hands slowly pushing her nightgown up. Lana always felt tiny in Alistair's arms. She was unsure if it had anything to do with his condition, but, Maker, he did indeed stretch her legs when she had them wrapped around him. Lana slipped her hands under his linen shirt, feeling the magnificent way he inhaled when she skated her fingers up his muscled abdomen. She loved how his build was still soft to the touch on the surface, yet also strong and steady not far beneath, just like him.

Alistair's hand had settled firmly on one of her smooth lower cheeks, gripping it with glee as his other slipped from her dressing gown to pull at the lacing that kept the top more modest. He deftly unknotted it, an easy task for sure as she hadn't expected to be in her sleepwear for so long when first she left their room. Alistair dipped his head down to kiss the top of her breasts that then poked out from the soft fabric, fully intending on giving them much needed care when his attention was suddenly pulled to her hands that were somewhat frantically pulling at the lacing of his trousers.

“Bit impatient, are we, my dear?” Alistair's grin went slack, his mouth hanging open as Lana plunged her hand into the front of his trousers and took his cock in hand. It grew quickly in her grasp, almost painfully pressing against her belly at an angle as the two of them all but melded their skin together. Their kisses became wet and desperate, breath hot as Alistair panted from her steady touch as her hand gripped and stroked him. His hand slipped back beneath her nightgown and rough callused fingers began coaxing wetness from her heat one, then two, at a time. Lana's hips began to follow a rhythm with Alistair's hand, rocking against his thrusting fingers while her hand seemed to follow a dance of its own. When he could feel the moisture dripping to his palm, Alistair pulled his fingers from her despite her begging whimpers. His kisses slowed, becoming more purposeful, yet the heaviness of them remained. His hand replaced Lana's, transferring the slick from his hand to his cock before shifting her up higher against the wall and sliding into her.

Alistair all but covered her mouth with his own when it happened. He had been with Lana enough times by then to know there was no quieting her - not usually something he worried about, but, being in the hallway, empty as it was, well… He supposed swallowing her initial loud, wailing moan she was always apt to upon them joining would be easier than explaining to Eamon why here, why her.

Here could never be explained well. He had seen her, smelled her, wanted her. Of course he had thought about going back to their room, but then her pulse had quickened beneath his fingers, and she had pressed her neck right into his hand, fully aware of everything he had in store for her, and he couldn't find himself willing to wait another moment. So, here it was - up against a wall, in a dark alcove, before everyone else was up for the night.

As for why her... why shouldn't it be her? Maker, but the way she moaned when he was in her. Even when she did her best to time it with their kisses, trying to drown the sound of them in his mouth, against his tongue, even the vibrations of it made Alistair weak in the knees. She was perfect, from the way she spoke, the way she loved, how she made love to him, even up against a wall. Her hands balled into fists at his shoulders, gripping the linen of his shirt so tight even though she knew well he would never drop her. Still, she held to him for dear life as he thrust into her, rolling her hips against the length of him as he filled and stretched her and she kept begging for more.

“Do it now,” she whimpered against his lips. Something deep within Alistair stirred awake when she said it. Like an animal deep within, waiting for that permission, with eyes flying wide open once it was given, ready to pounce and devour.

“Right now?” He wanted to be sure, always, even as he began salivating at the very thought. Normally they waited until later, until she had time to ready and do whatever she wanted to do with her night before it was done. She had been awake for less than an hour, he was certain. Still, that slinking, dark animal inside of him glared and growled at Alistair from within when he asked, “You don't want to wait?”

Lana shook her head fervently. She was biting her lip hard, trying to keep quiet but only succeeding at lessening them to high pitch whimpers in the back of her throat.

“I want all of you, and I want you to have all of me, now.”

Twice was plenty confirmation for him. Alistair brushed Lana's long, copper braid to the other side of her neck. His hips slowed to still for the moment, taking his time as he ran his fingers again down that vein on her neck he had been focusing on earlier. Lana's head tilted to the side as if by learned habit, the back of her head resting against the cold stone of the wall. Alistair leaned forward, running the tip of his nose affectionately along the soft skin of her neck. He could feel her neck contract as she swallowed, the way her hips wiggled impatiently. It was hardly fair to tease one's food, he supposed, so he turned his mouth parallel with her neck, extended his fangs, and bit.

There was never any yell that accompanied it, never was, never had been. A pain that strangely felt good, was how she had described it to him - drastically different from the pain of being changed, he was extremely thankful for that. Just a bit of lovely pain, and then… There it was: the venom, as he had called it in the past. Lana could feel it seeping into her the moment he pierced her skin, and it was intoxicating. It was no wonder one rarely heard tale of the victims of vampires fighting back. The venom insisted, compelled her to stay, to enjoy - and, oh, sweet Maker, did she enjoy it. The world around her slipped away, leaving behind everything but the feel of pleasure. The initial pain of the bite - enjoyable as it had been - remained hardly as a memory, overshadowed and overwhelmed as it turned to absolute bliss below her jaw. She could still feel him in her, the way his cock more than filled her generously, any whimpers from her from the stretch of him turning into mewls and moans that begged for more as his hips began thrusting again.

Alistair wouldn't even have to touch her to get her to come while the venom ran rampant through her blood, a fact he knew well by then. He pressed Lana fully against the stone wall, thrusting his cock repeatedly into her as he slowly and carefully focused on draining just enough from her - enough to sustain him, but little enough that she would feel fine in the morning. Oh, but she tasted divine, she always did. A small trickle of blood escaped his lips as he failed to suppress a smile when he realized what she had been eating that week - pears, and lots of them, by the sultry taste of her blood. She had listened to him, when he had mused to her how her blood was shaped by what she ate, how her eating pears here and there had made him hum salaciously the last time he had dined at her flesh. He quickly forced himself to stifle his grin, refusing to waste one single drop of the gift she gave him every other week.

Pulling at the shoulder of her smooth nightgown Alistair tugged it down, chasing the blood as it dropped down to her breast. He ran his tongue down her skin, nipping gently at her nipple as he reached it before quickly licking his way back up to her neck. Lana gasped as he sucked at her. Her hands slipped into his hair, gripping at the back of his head as the rocking of her hips became heavy and erratic. She retracted a hand to her mouth, shoving her palm over her lips to stifle her loud cries as she began twitching and shaking in his arms as waves of pleasure washed over her while he thrusted through her orgasm. And then his came rushing in just behind hers, coaxed on by the spasming and tightening of her delightful heat around him. His hand replaced his mouth on her neck, stopping the bleeding as he grit his teeth and groaned heavily in his throat as his cock throbbed and emptied inside of her warmth.

Alistair pressed his temple to Lana's while his mouth slowly slid open to pant. He wanted to kiss her, to show her love and appreciation after all she had given him. Knowing that the taste of copper and all that was hers was all she would taste on him, though, he settled on a long kiss at the side of her cheek - he'd make up for it later.

Lana's legs would be too weak to walk after all that; she had tried once after a feeding, and although Alistair did find her wobbling to be endearing, there were much easier ways to get her back to bed. He set her on her feet for only a moment, just long enough to slip everything back where it belonged and to tie up everything so it would stay that way. Then he whisked her off of her feet, and Lana instantly curled against his broad chest as he carried her back to their room.

Cleanup was easy - Alistair never went overboard when it came to feeding, not like he had seen some vampires get with their prey, especially ones they had no intention of caring for afterwards. A warm, wet washcloth took care of any drying blood, including the bit he had left behind on her cheek from his kiss. Salve was placed on the bite at her neck, to help keep them from reopening and to keep them clean while she slept.

Lana was asleep before he started any of this, of course. The loss of blood on its own was enough to make one want to get a few hours of sleep at least, and she was always out like a light by the time he placed her head on a pillow. Alistair was unsure if she knew everything he did for her after each feeding, but it didn't matter. It was the least he could do for the woman who willingly gave her everything to him. Maker, but he knew how lucky he was. He crawled into bed beside her and pulled her into his arms, intent on holding her and savoring the taste of her until she awoke.

[abyssal-lix]

morning (m)

*model!johnny x model!jaehyun x s/o fem!reader

** warnings: minor exhibitionism and voyeurism, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, cum facials, and usage of the word slut. 

***description: when you and jaehyun catch Johnny getting off, you feel obligated to join his morning escapades.

****notes: honestly, this isn’t really reader focused like i wanted but it’s definitely more johnny-focused, so if that isn’t your cup of tea and you want the reader to be taken care of and be at the center of everything, then like don’t read this. This was also written for my pal star’s ( @kingjoo-honey )  birthday where she asked for something with johnjae with a small build up to smut. Even though it took me weeks to write this, I would do this all over again for star!!! also ignore my horrible grammar, spelling, punctuation, and capitalization errors, i’m not pro. 

***** word count: 2611

The glittering silver streams of light streamed through the ashy grey curtains across the open bedroom. Against, the wall was a large mattress with its plush pleated cream headboard flanked at each side with twin nightstands; messy with paper, spare change, cellphones, and who knows what else. A small oscillating fan turning to blow against the curtains enough for them to separate just enough to cause a streak of gold sunlight to stream through. 

Bodies lay clustered together in the center of the bed, blankets surrounding them like pillowy clouds. another drapes itself over a body or two while the rest hangs off the bead, destined to find a home there. a low grunt can be heard from the tangled mess of blankets and bodies, as the sheets are tugged away and the body untangles itself. head lifting up from a pillow to peek over at the other two in bed before flopping back down, arm pulling away from the two of them so that he could shimmy himself an inch or so away to escape from the heat of bodies. 

johnny’s eyes fluttered over the two sleeping figures less than a foot away before he was glancing down to see the tent in his cotton shorts, pressing his hand against his cock, biting back the moan on the tip of his tongue. Without much hesitation, he slipped his hand into his shorts and wrapped his fingers around his cock giving a few slow strokes before he sent a glance towards the other two bodies in bed. His head falling back while his eyes fluttered closed as he let early morning thoughts fill his brain, he grasped a bit of the collar of his t-shirt in his empty hand before stuffing the fabric into his mouth just as a small whine left him, his hand covering his face as if it would help. Johnny rocked his hips forward, fucking into the grip of his hand in an attempt to rid himself of his erection.

His body shuddering at the vivid images in his head of both her and jaehyun’s hands roaming down his chest, their teeth nipping down along his exposed skin until one of them gets their hand around his cock. While the other whisper the dirtiest things into his ear, he lives for the way he could hear jaehyun calling him their good boy or the way she tangles her fingers in his messy brown hair and gives the smallest tugs. Johnny could hear the way he struggled to contain himself, through muffled moans and attempts to muffle the sounds he made. 

“You just can’t keep your hands off of yourself, can you baby?” a questioning voice filled his ears, one that was all too familiar. It was nothing like the low and dream-like voices of his imagination,  forcing his eyes open. He came face to face with Jaehyun staring down at him, the younger straddling his thighs, head cocked to the side with a teasing smirk etched across his lips. Johnny rushed to come up with an excuse, moving to pull his hand from his shorts when jaehyun’s hand grasped his wrist. 

“Don’t stop now, Nini,” Jaehyun cooed, tugging down Johnny’s shorts until his cock was visible, his hand guiding the older’s back down to grasp it. Even dipping his head down to spit on the older males cock to give him some sort of lubricant so he wasn’t trying to get himself off dry. 

Shivering at the way Jaehyun’s eyes narrowed at him, roaming up and down his body their hands moving together around his cock until Jaehyun let his thumb smear beads of precum that beaded at the head of his cock. A mewl escaped Johnny’s lips while his eyes glanced over to their sleeping partner, his eyes widened as Jaehyun suckled on his thumb, showing the way his tongue lapped at his thumb pad just before he removed the digit from his lips.  

Ducking down he carded his hand through Johnny’s hair, tugging his head back until his throat was exposed, “Hyung’s such a dirty slut, isn’t he? Wants everyone to hear him get off this morning,” he muttered sharply as the warmth of his breath circled around Johnny’s ear. “If you’re gonna be such a whore and wake her up to you getting off, then I’m gonna open you up until you beg for her to fuck you with her strap but you’d love that, right hyung?” he breathed out hastily rushed as their hands moved quickly. 

Johnny’s breathing grew more and more labored and his eyes seemed to close as he neared his edge, his entire body going stiff just as he began to mutter out a series of fuck, fuck, fuck, Jae, fuck... Jaehyun tightened his hand around the older’s cock, preventing him from cumming at the moment, watching as Johnny’s eyes opened to stare at him with his pupils blown wide, his body sagging back against the mattress as the pleasure ceased while a whine seemed to die on his lips. 

The sheets rustled beside them, both of them going still as the waited for it to stop. Yet, the small rise of a head beside them, eyes blinking open only to stare at them in slight confusion with brows slightly furrowed and lips pouted. It had him holding his breath, a small “morning” leaving his lips as though this was just another casual day. 

Her brows furrowed even deeper, mouth parting briefly before closing. It took a few moments for her to slowly rise and stretch out before settling into position behind Jaehyun, her arms around his shoulders and her head resting beside his own. 

“Nini, have you been a good boy for Jaehyunnie?” she cooed batting her eyelashes slowly, her hands were clasped together and she clung to Jaehyun with practiced ease. The two of them watching as Johnny shrugged his shoulders, lips turning into a small pout. 

“I just wanted to get myself off before you woke up,, but then he caught me and kept me from cumming, please just let me cum.” It was followed by a soft sigh, one filled with desperation. 

“Hm, sounds like Nini’s been a good boy but Jaehyunnie is being such a bully,” she spoke sweetly, her fingers tapping rhythmically against Jaehyun’s chest until he glanced over to her. 

“Jaehyunnie, you’re going to prep him for me please and don’t you even think about touching yourself.” She muttered with routine ease, her hands unclasping as she pulled herself back from him, hands running across his shoulders enjoying the way the muscles tensed up and his shoulders raised before relaxing. 

It took a few moments for them to settle into a new position with a bottle of lubricant resting near Jaehyun’s thigh. Between them, Johnny was settled on his hands and knees, the loose fabric of his t-shirt bunched up just above his waistline. Johnny had to crane his head back to make eye contact with her as she sat before him, thumb drawing comforting circles against his cheek just as a slicked up finger prodded against him. 

He isn’t quite sure what is causing a fleeting warm sensation blossoming along the curve of his hips until he feels the harsh drag of jaehyun’s teeth biting down, suckling a deep purple hickey there for the world to see. He barely makes a sound from it before fingers are carding through his hair, tugging him forward until wet lips meet his own. 

It seems like the right time for Jaehyun to add a second digit, curling them inside of him until Johnny’s lips part. She takes the opportunity to tease his bottom lip with her tongue. Johnny swears he moans at the disorienting sensations fighting for his attention, his fingers turning white while he’s grasping the bed sheets. 

“Jaehyun-ah, give ‘im one more, don’t treat him too kindly,” she croons pulling back from his lips, her hands caressing his face, brushing his hair from his eyes causing him to blush. She talked as if he didn’t even exist between them. His arms nearly buckle when Jaehyun’s fingers brush against his prostate, sending his body lurching forward into her chest where she steadies him with an arm on the shoulder.

“Jae…” he breathes out sucking in a sharp breath when the fingers don’t let up, his brain going blank as the words die on the tip of his tongue. 

Johnny whines out at the loss of the younger male’s fingers, barely focusing on the way the bed shifts and suddenly there are two fingers pressed against his lips with the only command being “suck”. 

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A hand pressed down against the middle of his spine, arching his back until his ass was pressed out further, two bodies on either side of him. He felt the weight of her cock against his thumbs spreading himself open. His lube-slick rim exposed to the world. Without any hesitation, he felt a wet glob of spit land against his hole, her thumbs working her saliva against his hole until he mewled, hips rocking backward desperate to have something in him. 

A small chiding sound left her lips, her hand patting the curve of his ass until he brought his hips forward again, this time he felt the gentle prod of the plastic strap-on pressing against his rim. A sigh of relief dropped from his lips as the smooth slide of her cock inside of him. There was a small tap on the edge of his jaw and without any command, Johnny let his mouth open, leaning forward to mouth at the head of Jaehyun’s cock. The younger forcing him to take a few more inches, swirling his tongue around the sensitive head. Occasionally, flickering his tongue along the small slit of his urethra. He wrapped the rest of his hand around the rest of his cock, slowly jerking him off. 

There was a sharp thrust forward that caused him to take more of Jaehyun down his throat, moaning out as her strap-on brushed against his prostate, his head dipping slightly. Her hands gripped at his hips, pulling herself out before thrusting back into him quickly, leaving him to sputter around Jaehyun’s cock. His chin growing wet when another harsh thrust caused him to gargle around the youngest’s cock and the saliva that seemed to fill his mouth. 

With a sickeningly wet pop, Johnny pulled away from Jaehyun, face burying deeper into the mattress as the constant thrusts barely grazed his prostate, had him yelping out followed by a slew of whiny pleads.

“Let him fuck that pretty mouth, Nini, be a good boy for us, or I’ll have to stop fucking you,” she cooed sweetly, thrusting into him harder until he was gasping out against the mattress. 

Jaehyun’s fingers tangling themselves in the older males hair before tugging him up harshly as Johnny whimpered only giving Jaehyun the most innocent stare he could. His eyes wide were almost comical, he could swear there was a faint hint of softness in Jaehyun’s sharp stare down at him but all was lost the moment Jaehyun’s cock was back in his mouth; Johnny struggled to take it, even as Jaehyun rocked his hips to fucked his throat, the tip of his cock hitting the back of his throat causing him to gag, pulling back just slightly. 

“What a pretty sight, taking our cocks so well,” she murmured bringing a hand down on his ass, a sharp cry falling from his lips.

Attempts to rut his cock against the bedsheets fell short when he realized his hips were too high for him to do it discreetly. Feeling the way her hand wrapped around his hard and neglected cock had a shiver running down his spine, his hips rocking forward desperately feeling his orgasm nearing with each thrust from either of them. 

Jaehyun pulled out of his throat, opting to jerk himself off above Johnny’s face, his chest heaving with labored breaths just before letting out a grunt, cum streaking across the bridge of Johnny’s nose and his cheeks. 

“Please, god, please.” A hiccup, “Fuck, i’m gonna cum-” he sobbed while her hand continued to stroke his cock languidly, her thrusts barely easing up on him. Pounding into him while the low sounds of the bed frame creaking with each forward thrust and the sounds of their heavy breaths filled the room, mixing together to create its own unique sound. Joined only by the sounds of their skin meeting with each slam of her hips. 

Two strong hands grappled his shoulders, forcing him up so he was only on his knees, trapping him between the two of them, Jaehyun’s lips fiercely pressing against his. Their teeth clacking together unceremoniously, softer lips kissed up along the back of his neck. A choked sound felt from his lips as he came without warning, his vision going white for just a split second as a shudder ran through him, she fucked him through his orgasm before pulling her cock out. 

It took a few moments for him to come down but his mind drifted to the fact that he (or they) needed to get her off. No words were spoken between the two of them, his eyes meeting Jaehyun’s while the sounds of her harness being unclasped filled his ears. He shifted himself over to the empty half of their mattress moving to sit down, using the lower hem of his t-shirt to wipe off the mess of cum that had begun to dry on his cheeks. He felt some kind of wetness against his forehead, opening his eyes to see her with a small dampened cloth, he dropped the t-shirt and allowed her to help him. 

“Jaehyunnie’s such a messy boy, isn’t he baby? Got your pretty face covered in his cum and didn’t even clean you up,” a few more soft wipes before she was tossing the small washcloth from her hand. 

Finally, feeling clean enough he tugged lightly on her wrist until she shuffled forward on her knees tilting her head for Johnny to press their lips together. Wasting no time, he tilted his head to the side before pressing their lips together, his hands settling on her hips before he guided her down so she could straddle his lap.

The thoughts inside of his head whirled past and he could only think about being the one to please her over Jaehyun, their earlier agreement of sharing seemed to fall from the card pool. Johnny wanted her for himself. 

Without any second thoughts, Johnny turned the two of them over so that she was laid out underneath him ignoring Jaehyun’s squawk of confusion. Johnny separated their lips so he could leave small hickies across her décolleté while sitting back on his knees to free up his hands, allowing them to trail up her torso before circling his fingers around her nipples watching as they hardened from the stimulation. A small slap to his ass had him letting out a small whine, his head turning to see Jaehyun giving him a small glare. 

“You can’t hog her all to yourself-”

“And why not?-”

“Because that’s not fair!”

The two of them bickered back and forth, a small pout settling itself on Johnny’s lips until a laugh cut through the small yet growing tension between them. When he looked down, he could see her shaking her head at their immaturity, “Nini, be a good boy, and relax for a bit. Jaehyunnie’s gonna show us how good he can be, let’s see if he knows how well to use his mouth as he does with his cock.”

[everlarkficexchange]

The Raven and The Gods

Written by: @alliswell21

Prompt 46: Peeta, the Greek god Apollo, hears the most beautiful voice at his temple so he comes down to earth to find this beautiful maiden. Follows how this god falls in love with a mortal and withstand the trials the other gods put them through. [submitted by @animekpopxx​]

  RATING: General (for the foreseeable future)

  TAGS: Greek Mythology AU; Supernatural AU; Apollo!Peeta.

  Author’s note: So this piece is only an introduction of sorts at less than 2500 words. I hope to write the rest in the next few weeks.

  In mythology Apollo is a very busy god. He oversees many aspects of human lives, has many attributes, and has a complexed personality in my opinion. Apollo is one of my favorite Olympians and I’ve always wanted to write something based on him, I just hope this one turns out ok.

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The god of light pulled to a stop in the pristine marble streets of Olympus; his duty to bring the sun to the world finished and weary from his ventures, Apollo dismounted his golden chariot, and allowed the noble Pegasi pulling his transport some rest.

  “Tired my friends?” He asked the two winged horses patting their necks affectionately as the animals nuzzled their master’s arm.

  “Me too.” Apollo smiled softly, then added, “I do not believe ambrosia and nectar will be enough to cure this lethargy that’s taken over me. I am certain it is time I should look at the gathering in my Temple at Delphi, let the restaurative praises of the mortals heal me instead. It’s been a while since I’ve enjoyed the worship of mankind.”

  In a moment, the Pegasi scampered off to feed on Olympian grasses, and the god of light walked to the edge of the Eternal City, where the view of the mortal world shifted under the waning morning. Apollo adjusted his sight, like binoculars focusing on a specific point in the distance. His temple at Delphi rushed at him while the rest of the world resided.

  “Splendid!” Apollo exclaimed when a group of mortals filed through the open doors of the temple.

  The crowd was thick and full, milling about the open space, squeezing by columns and statues depicting a young, beardless youth, viril and strong, showing a variety of Apollo’s many attributes. Half a dozen braziers stood flaming in front of each statue, waiting for people who brought fresh fruit, cereals, laurel wreaths, and even the small sacrificial pray, to burn their offerings to their god. Prayers accompanied the offerings as they fell into the fire, and somewhere in the room a musician played the lyre in a echoing corner.

  Apollo closed his bright blue eyes and took a deep, deep breath. The fragrant odor of the burnt tribute invaded his nostrils and filled his chest, cleansing his aura and renewing his depleted strength with his next exhale. An electric wave crackled around him as the sacrificial smokes ascended coiling rhythmically towards Olympus and the god himself. Every muscle in his body tightened and relaxed in quick succession, giving him another inch or so of mass and strength. His golden hair glistened anew in the glare of the sun while he flexed his fingers, craving the feel of his lyre strings under them.

  Just as he was about to summon the lyre to play along the musician in his shrine, the most beautiful voice he’d heard in millennia cut through the other prayers, the crackling of the consuming fire of offerings, and music previously filling Apollo’s ears.

  It was only a short worship song— one verse sang twice and not a whole stanza at that— but what beautiful voice it was!

  Being the god of music, Apollo’s ears perked up and waited for the rest of the rendition, but nothing else came for two long beats of the heart, and then, the song picked up again, less timid than the first try and even an octave higher.

  Apollo leaned forward on the rail-less edge of his sky high home, and his eyes searched the congregation like hawks seeking prey, but the crowd had thickened out if possible. People pressed against each other, trying to get to the specific braziers they sought out, meanwhile the singing kept gaining strength, and he realized the one he was focused on was merely joining in another two voices that sounded less captivating, but still very charming all the same.

  “Three women,” he gasped, “three women singing, where are they?” But there were hundreds of women singing in various size groups all over the temple.

  With a growl, the god took a step backwards and pushed off the edge of Olympus with the tip of his toes, lunging himself straight down to Earth like a meteor. His arms flushed at his sides at first, suddenly opened at shoulder level and tucking his head down, his whole body shimmered, shrinking and morphing while feathers black as night on a moonless sky replaced sun-kissed, fair skin.

  Apollo swooped inside the temple and flew close to the ceiling, cocking his head here and there, scanning the crowd with tiny black eyes that could still bring into focus a specific section at a time. His bird ears perked up when again the sweet voice he sought lifted above the rest of the singers, and he realized it came from the direction reserved for the healers who worshiped him.

  The bird god flew overhead in a circle, enough times he got the unwanted attention of a priest who couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

  “Look!” The priest cried out disrupting the prayers and songs of the other mortals, making Apollo glare in annoyance. “A raven! In the temple!”

  “Is it the wrath of Apollo upon us?” Asked a woman trembling from head to toe.

  The fear picked up like wildfire among the mortals, cowering and accusing one another of imaginary transgressions against their god.

  Knowing keeping his current appearance would hinder his search, Apollo turned the plumage on his body to white, causing the crowd to sigh in relief at the sight of the bird’s new plumage. He flew out a small window at the side of the temple on the opposite wall just as quickly as he’d come in.

  Mortals have the habit of taking omens way too close to heart. Apollo should have known better than to use the form of a creature he’d— for all intents— had cursed by turning its feathers the color of soot, but then again, the raven was his bird, he should be able to use it in whatever circumstance he seemed fit. Instead, he was forced to take on a human form.

  The luminescence of his divine skin muted to a dull glow that simply disappeared the more man-like he appeared. His eyes also lost the light of the sun that filled them, and turned into a bright, cheerful blue. His hair went from golden like the rays of the sun to ashy blond and curly at the ends. He debated whether to grow a beard or stay clean faced as he naturally was… he opted for the latter. Then, he looked down at his robes, still too magnificent to be worn amongst the mortals and remaining incognito. A quick wave of his hand left him wearing a cream color chiton, with a brown chlamys fastened at the shoulder with a small wooden lyre broach. Simple sandals kept his feet properly protected. He could be a traveling peasant and nobody would look at him twice.

  Apollo marched into his temple with a single task in mind: Find the singing woman. He made his way through the crowd still gawking at the ceiling of the temple where the raven had been flying not a minute earlier, others had fallen to their knees with renewed fervor after witnessing how the bird went from bad to good omen with the change of plumage.

  The priest was still standing in the middle of the temple, flapping his arms over his head, chanting loudly some nonsense about Apollo’s power and wisdom. The god made a beeline to the old man, knowing he had to snap him out of the trance so the songs and prayers could resume and he could get back to his search.

  “What an amazing miracle to behold.” Apollo said into the priest’s ear, “The sun is bright, the wind is sweet, call to the lyres, our Lord to please. Music and song is what the gods want, ring out your voices, let your poems fall free.”

  As if hypnotized, the priest stood stock still, his eyes turned glassy, but then he started calling for lyres to carry out a tune, and singers to belt out their praises loudly. His job done, Apollo melted back into the crowd.

  The god of music stuck his arm out and his lyre appeared in his hand out of thin air. It was of course disguised as a common instrument to match its master’s appearance, but it was still the most celestial sound in the place. Soon the voices of the mortals filled the god’s ears and he had to close his eyes to take in all the influx of strength and new life pouring into him. And suddenly, the voice he had momentarily forgotten, hit his senses awake.

  “She’s there!” The god looked to his left, and his feet lead him without stopping. People cleared a path for him with a wave of his fingers until he found himself in the middle of the cluster of healers that followed his cult as patron of medicine and healing.

  Three women holding each other called his attention. One was a downtrodden looking woman who still possessed a certain beauty to herself; the other two were younger, a nervous looking maiden with long, braided hair as dark as Apollo’s ravens and eyes as bright as the full moon; the last one, not much older than a child, blonde and fair as the older woman, with features that resembled both of her companions. The god deduced the three women were kin to one another, and simply inched closer to them, to see if he had found his mystery singer.

He played his lyre an approached the singing trio, convinced it was the source of the voice he craved. The ladies sang to his tune as if under a spell. Apollo saw two of The Muses— Euterpe, goddess of song and lyric poetry; and Polyhymnia, goddess of hymns— come to dance around the mortal women, and smiled at them gratefully, knowing full well they came to help him draw out the singing for as long as the mortals could stand it.

  Normally, mortals can’t see The Muses. They can only feel their presence and respond to their inspirational nudgings, but the gray eyes of the eldest girl fixed on Euterpe. Startled by the apparition, her eyes widened in fear and apprehension. The maiden wrapped her arms around the younger girl’s lithe body and pulled her closer to her chest. A moment later, and without taking her gaze from the goddess, the mortal maid had taken a protective stance shielding the youngster behind her own slim frame.

  The action peaked Apollo’s curiosity.

  Apollo dismiss his goddesses, grateful for their help, he lifted the mist blinding the mortals to the presence of the deities, and free them from the trance The Muses had put on all the followers of their leader gathered in the temple.

  Apollo’s fingers rang out a few more notes on his lyre, and then stopped playing his enchanted music. As if by magic, The Muses disappeared, leaving the mortals confused for a short moment. But humans are forgetful, fickle creatures, all bewilderment wiped off their minds almost immediately.

  Apollo watched the women closely. The older girl released her grip on the youngest, who beamed up a smile as breathtaking as it was sweet.

  “That was amazing, Katniss! Thank you for helping me sing today. I’m sure our songs brought the blessing of the dove to the temple today. I’ve never seen anything alike before.”

  Apollo snorted. Mortals always saw only what they could explain. They witnessed a raven turn it’s feathers white above their heads, and quickly pronounced it a dove instead.

  The older girl’s facial muscles twitched, her lips pursed for a second but then she schooled her expression into a slight smile. “Maybe it was, little duck. Maybe the gods know it is your thirteenth birthday and sent a blessing just for you. I hardly had anything to do with it.”

  “Oh, that’s not true!” The girl whispered, blushing before tackling the maiden with a hug. “You have the most amazing voice. And the blessing was for everyone who saw the dove, not just me. Right, Mama?” The girl turned to the woman who’s soft blue eyes watched the exchange as if afraid to be shooed away.

  “It’s, true. Katniss has the sweetest voice ever. And the blessing is a welcome and most needed sign from our lord, Apollo.”

  “Thank you, mother.” Said the older girl less warmly than how she spoke to the youngster. “I’m sure Apollo enjoyed all the other offerings we brought for him.”

  “Sure he did!” Exclaimed the younger sister. “Lord Apollo is the wisest, strongest and most approachable of all the gods in Olympus.”

  “Shush, Prim!” Chided the big sister, nervous eyes flitting everywhere at once. “We must never compare deities as such. All gods are great in their own rights and none is highest than Zeus himself. All gods are powerful and amazing.”

  “You don’t sound very convinced.” Said Apollo immediately regretting his faux pas as the raven-haired maid’s blood drain from her thin face. “I apologize for intruding. It is not my place.”

  “It is not!” The maiden scowled mightily. “It will do you well to stick to playing your lyre, minstrel!”

  Apollo felt his heart swell.

  It was a well known fact, Apollo, for all his might and attributes, obsessing over hard-to-get romantic interests was his weakness.

  “Minstrel you call me, like it is a disease.” Said the god smirking, “But our Lord Apollo finds the musicians to be bearers of gifts, like joy and beauty.”

  The maiden rolled her eyes. “Of course Apollo would.” She muttered under her breath.

  “Katniss, remember where you are!” Hissed her mother behind a fan, tired blue eyes nervously shifting around.

  Katniss feigned a smile. “Lord Apollo is most gracious unto us. Alas, I am not of his service.” She looked at her family warily, “Mother, Primrose, if you are think that you’ve satisfied Apollo with out offerings, I believe it is time to seek the the priest to bring forth Prim’s name to be considered to start the healer training now that she’s thirteen.”

  “Allow me to escort you, my lady. I’m sure god Apollo is eager to bless his new healer in the making!” The god smiled at Primrose, whose cheeks turn a sweet pink.

  “That will not be necessary, minstrel. We can find the priest on our own just fine.”

  “Peeta, my lady, the name is Peeta Mellark, at your services,” said Apollo at once and without putting too much thought into it, took the maiden’s hand to kiss it.

  As soon as his skin made contact with hers, a series of pictures played in the god’s mind’s eye.

  The air thicken, a mystical aura descended into the temple. The priestess Pythia who sat alone in her tripod stool in the Oracle’s chamber rose her eyes from the basin full of water and laurel leaves, the spirit of the Python hissing in her veins.

  Pythia rose from her perch and marched into the public side of the temple, causing an uproar, the high priest rushed to the Oracle, frightened by her presence on a day she was not meant to be consulted, but before the man could inquire what had moved her to the crowd, she spoke, facing in the general direction of the healers section.

  “I am Pythia, Oracle of Delphi, servant of Apollo, hear my voice and heed my warning.”

  The Oracle walked to the cluster of healers with eyes shining and hair flowing. Her white chiton covered her thighs and her feet were bare. She made no sound as she walked a straight line almost in front of Apollo, butat the last second, the woman turned her face to a trembling Katniss.

  “You who fear great losses, will be overcome by hope.

Don’t let the emotions fool you, don’t run away from fear. Embrace your weakness, let go of sorrow. Welcome freedom and hold fast to the rising sun, the dandelion in the spring, the promise of a better dawn. Don’t be fooled by the arrow and the storm. Time is upon you, and the trials ahead will rival the heroes quests. Hold fast to the dandelion in the spring.”

  Pythia stumbled backwards, and Apollo caught her in his arms gently, turning her over to the priests to look after her. When Apollo looked back, the three women were gone.

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Abort Mission - Cable/Nathan Summers x Reader P.1

Part 1

Warnings: Smut, NSFW content, Angst. 

A/N: Hope you enjoy this angsty smutfest! It’s my first time writing smut and I didn’t think that I’d do it so soon, but it seemed so.. //NEEDED// for this storyline- AGAIN: this one’s a long one bc I’m trying to set the scene for part 2 - the smut in this is worth it!!! So indeed look out for p2 if you enjoyed this one - its gonna be much more fast-paced than this one is ;) Cheerio~!

Words: 4k 

Summary: Your team had been tipped off about a possible resurrection of an unnamed villain by Black Talon and his followers, which prompted a recon mission led by Cable. Long nights awake had driven you to the point of extreme agitation.The remote and small location didn’t help and neither did the fact that you easily become a restless mess; to add to the complexity, you have a crush on Cable. Things get heated when you could no longer keep it in.

You were chosen as the on-site medic – despite your reluctance – by Colossus; who cited your usefulness, where resources would be limited, as the reason why you were best for the job.

And the choice was ditto-ed by Wade, who cited your terrible crush on Cable as the reason why he voted for you. To your relief, Wade’s voting was done where Cable wasn’t within earshot – so there wasn’t much to worry about. The last thing in Cable’s mind would be a relationship, and you weren’t prepared to test out that theory.

Of course, your powers could mold things out of the materials around you and enhance the healing factor of anyone you willed and you could, with enough time, change the landscape of a limited area by accelerating certain reactions… Damn your powers. It was so easy for you to get chosen as the in-and-out-house ‘’medic’’ – especially because of how fast you could recovered between missions.

Your high energy was also a key factor in this long-haul mission - which was expected to take at least 2 weeks. You and Cable were thoroughly prepped and the both of you set off to the post in record time.

The land rover bounced up and down as it sped through the rough and uneven terrain. The uncontrollable bobbing was making you feel sick, but you tried your best to keep it in, putting one hand on the dashboard to keep yourself steady as the car made a rag-doll out of you.

You looked over to Cable in the driving seat, his eyes focused entirely on the far away destination.

‘’Hey, how long til’ we reach the spot?’’

‘’We’ll be arriving soon, don’t worry. You feeling okay?’’ Cable responded, without taking his eyes off the road

‘’Well, I’d feel better if this car could stop wobbling so damn much.’’ You said as you used a hand rub circles around your stomach in an attempt to soothe it, and tried to make yourself feel less sick.

It worked. Until the next big bump in the road almost threw you off the seat.

‘’Do they not have cars in the future, Cable? You suck at driving.’’

Cable chuckled.

‘’Alright, alright, stop your whining. We’re here.’’ He said as he put the rover in park.

‘’And where exactly is here, Mr. Can’t Drive? We’re still in the middle of nowhere.’’

‘’We gotta walk from here, kid. The cabin isn’t too far off, and we don’t want the engine noise to alert anyone that we’re here.’’

‘’Wow, I didn’t know we were having an affair.’’

‘’Yeah. Sure.’’ Cable scoffed. He was one of the only few people who could take your snark, and you didn’t know whether it made you happy, or annoyed that it wasn’t annoying to him.

‘’Hey, I have a question. Since you know my real name, can I know yours?’’ You asked with a mischievous tone in your voice.

‘’It’s Nathan. Nathan Summers. Now let’s get to work.‘’

You were surprised by his candid response.

‘’I honest to God did not think it would’ve been that easy.’’ You remarked.

You and Cable got to unloading the gear and rations you brought. As you do, you noticed that he had stopped unloading, and was looking intently at something. You walked over to see what had caught his attention, when he spoke up.

‘’Tell me again, how would… a long bolster pillow… help us get information from our enemies? You gonna smother them into talking?’’ He joked as he held up the long grey cushion in front of him.

‘’That’s for me, Nathaniel. I can’t sleep if I’m not hugging something.’’

Cable looked at the pillow, then back at you; the smirk on his face clearly showing his amusement at this revelation.

‘’What?’’ You said, snagging your lovely pillow away from him.

‘’Nothing. I expected as much. Now get a move on. We’re burning daylight.’’

You both began trekking away from the dirt path and into the forest.

The forest looked magical. The rays of sunlight filtered through the trees, and the vines seemed to dance with the light breeze, as you walked through it. The slight crunching sounds of your feet treading on the leaf litter against the sounds of the forest – alive and creaking and croaking and cawing – reminded you of how out of place you were.

While you were busy taking in the sights and sounds of your surroundings, Cable made sure to mark the way leading into undisclosed location using a knife, in order to make it easier for you to find your way back; in case you get lost during the mission. He was lucky that you were easily distracted, else you would be trying to annoy him out of boredom.

After what seemed like days of walking – though honestly it was only about 30 minutes or so – the sight of a dilapidated cabin finally came into view. It was big, but obviously couldn’t have been your place of residence for the mission, mostly due to the fact that it stood crushed under a gigantic tree.

‘’Holy shit. That looks so cool!’’ You exclaimed under your breath. Cable hummed a sound of agreement. The kind of hum that an older sibling would make whenever a younger sibling points out something mundane and routine with a sense of renewed awe.

‘’Don’t patronize me, old man Nathan!’’ You said with a light shove.

You walked ahead to inspect the house, and saw that it had moss and algae growing all over. There were shards of glass scattered around the entrance, and to top it all off, a heavily rusted metal fence barricaded the front door and windows.

You looked up at the huge tree that had fallen onto it. The weight of the tree had caved the roof in – who knows how long ago – and now looks almost as if it was part of the cabin.

‘’Home sweet home.’’ Cable quipped.

‘’This has got to be a joke, ri-‘’ You started, but Cable cut you off.

‘’Stop talking and follow my lead.’’

You held onto your bag straps and grudgingly tagged along. He strode over to the thick base of the ginormous fallen tree; where its roots were pointed in all directions. The tree looked awfully old yet sturdy, but something about it seemed awkwardly placed the more you looked at it.

Cable did some mental calculations and made his way to the underside of the tree, near the perimeter of the cabin and pulled on a loose vine.

The vine was connected to a stealthily hidden trap door, which gave way as Cable tugged at it. You hadn’t even noticed the way it curved into a kind of entrance, but it was perfectly camouflaged against the deep ashy brown of the fallen tree. The trap door opened into a narrow crawlspace that looked like something out of a zombie movie.

‘’Go on, get a move on. We don’t have all day, Y/N.’’ Cable urged. He took out something which looked like a gun from his fanny-pack – he could call it a utility bag all he wants, it wasn’t going to make it true – and pulled the trigger, which released something into the distance with a strong wisp. He did this a few times at different angles.

You furrowed your brows, but didn’t question it and got into an army crawl position, pushing yourself into the crawlspace. It turned out to be bigger than you expected; dust and tiny fiber particles swirled around you as you pushed your way deeper into it – using what little light that entered to guide you wherever you were headed. You heard Cable enter into the crawlspace behind you and cover up the entrance, instantly engulfing you both in darkness.

‘’Nice place you got here, Nathan. Where do I put up my reviews in Yelp?’’ You commented, turning your head back at him as he caught up with you.

‘’You talk too much Y/N,’’ he returned, ‘’Now hurry up and get to the end.’’

You hustled and reached the end. You stretched your hands out and felt a metal wall in front of you. Before you could ask, Cable voiced out.

‘’Okay, now you have to pull on the lever. Feel around for it, it should be to your left.’’ He instructed.

Using both your hands, you felt around the ground and finally discerned a hard, metallic smooth protrusion from the adjacent wall. You pushed it up and suddenly, the wall in front of you rose with a mechanical shunting and clunking noise.

The wall revealed behind it a wide-open space, fully furnished with a narrow kitchen – with a door that led into the world’s tiniest washroom – and a small living room with a slender sofa and a single-bed right behind it. It was quaint, but better than anything you could ever have expected.

‘’Dibs on the bed!’’ You called out as you got up out of the entrance and jumped on the bed. Cable just sighed as he got up. It’s hard to even imagine that you were an adult. But it was entertaining – to say the least.

You helped Cable bring in and set-up the equipment at the surveillance post; which turned out to be the two-way window in the kitchen that overlooked the abandoned military base a little ways off - past a few trees and shrubbery.

You let out a deep breath, thinking about how long of a mission you had in front of you, as Cable arranged for a surveillance schedule. He carefully divided up the timings such that he would do most of the night watch while you did mostly daytime. A switch happened every 4 days for effective exchange of notes and to ensure that you both were on your toes. Cable passed you a set of earpieces as you were setting up.

‘’These are our ears on the ground. If anything happens in there, we’re gonna hear it loud and clear. The team also has a set back home and they would be helping us keep track of Black Talon’s followers. They can hear us – and the recording device in the abandoned base – but we can’t hear them.’’ Cable explained.

‘’Is that so?’’ You took an earpiece. ‘’Fuck you, Wade! I know it was you who took my M&Ms from the fridge and made Colossus take the fall! Colossus, buddy, you did nothing wrong and I will make sure Wade suffers for this.’’ You dramatically exclaimed into the comms device. 

Cable stared at you in what seemed to be both reserved disappointment and met expectations. A hard line to cross, but you do it anyway.

The first few days had gone by without incident – and no sign of Black Talon or his followers. However, on the fourth day, there was a sudden influx of noise in the comms. The followers had planned a ritual to allow Black Talon’s return as well as preparation for a ‘resurrection’ of sorts. All details were captured on audio, which made it easier for an eventual ambush. However, one crucial detail had not been disclosed.

When was this ritual going to happen?

All signs pointed to the speculation that it was going to be a month away. But the team wanted the mission to proceed as normal for another week to ensure nothing new popped up.

 Both you and Cable were clearly getting antsy. A good 5 days had passed since the last appearance or instance of anyone around the base, and so far, nothing seemed to be happening. Even picking on each other didn’t seem to satisfy the accumulating energy from being stuck in such a small space.

You tried doing some on-the-spot jogging and star jumps but still felt restless.

‘’Maybe you should try to get some rest. I can take it from here.’’ Cable offered.

You dragged your body to the couch, stretching out one leg over the couch as you let yourself fall onto the comfortable fabric, and tried to get some shut eye.

After 20 minutes of tossing and turning, you got up off the couch and walked toward the kitchen window.

Cable had been diligently standing watch, making notes of any activities around the abandoned base. He looked up to acknowledge you and went right back to keeping watch.

‘’I can’t sleep’’

‘’Have you tried hugging your pillow?’’ Cable asked nonchalantly as he continued refocusing the night-vision binoculars.

You rolled your eyes at him, and meandered over to him. You tapped him on the shoulder, then motioned with your hands for him to step away from his post in front of the tinted windows. You picked up the binoculars and scanned the surroundings.

‘’Boy do I love looking at nothing happening!’’ You tittered as you set the binoculars onto the table.

‘’We didn’t come here for a fucking field trip now, did we? If you could stop your incessant whining for about 30 seconds, maybe we could’ve gotten our job here done quicker.’’ Cable snapped back at you. Your eyes widened in surprise.

‘’Yeah, cos I’m that useless right?’’ You glared at Cable and stormed out of the kitchen. Great, now you were both restless and frustrated.

‘’What the fuck are you talking about?’’ He called after you.

‘’Forget it.’’                                            

You suddenly felt a hand clasp around your wrist, pulling you in the opposite direction, until you came face to face with Cable. You held your breath, you whole body tensed, as he paused for a second; eyes locked onto yours like a magnet.

The tension weighed down heavy in the room, as if all the forest was spectating your little show from the outside; waiting to see what you would do.

This couldn’t go on any longer.

You swiftly took one step towards Cable, placing your free hand on his neck, and drew him into a deep kiss. He slowly let go of your wrist and pulled you closer to him. His cybernetic arm on the small of your back, easing you into it.

He tugged at your legs with a low growl, with a neediness, a desire.

A desire that filled you as well.

You instinctively wrap your legs around him and Cable immediately propped you up onto his waist; almost as if it was what he was waiting for the entire time.

You brought your hands up to his face, as you broke away from the kiss, heavy pants escaping your lips as you stared into him. He seemed hesitant to continue.

‘’Are you sure you want to do this?’’ Cable asked tentatively. His low, husky voice sending chills down your spine as you held onto him.

‘’Yeah. I’m sure.’’ You seductively whispered into his ear; which was enough to drive him wild.

He let both your bodies collapse onto the couch, you on your back, and him on top of you. You picked at his shirt trying to find the edge, and dragged it up off him as he lifted his torso up to pull it over his head. His attention focused right back at you, as he placed kisses from your lips, down to your neck – lingering at your collarbone, causing you to arch your back as you stifled a moan. His hands go to work on your shorts, yanking it off, leaving your panties exposed.

He pushed his body off of yours and shifted your body up a little to pull your shirt off, exposing your bare tits to the cold. He took a second to admire your almost-naked body, running his hands over your breasts and pinching one of your nipples between his fingers, pulling at it gently as his tongue played with the other. You were turned on beyond belief.

He brings his face up to yours, hastily meeting your lips, as if time had kept them apart for too long. Your tongues moving slowly, playfully, around each other – fully getting a taste of each other.

Cable breaks the kiss, rhythmic heavy pants escaping from both of you. He moves to unbuckle his pants, but you beat him to it – pulling the belt out of its metal confines and discarding it onto the floor so quickly that it made Cable let out a deep chuckle.

You ignored it and continue unzipping his pants and yanked it down together with his boxers, exposing his thick cock. You stroke his length with fervor, and watch as he melted into your hands – his brows furrowed and his eyes closed, focused intensely on the feeling of your pressure moving up and down around his shaft, as you felt him get harder against your palms.

‘’Oh fuck, darling, this is gonna end too soon if you continue like this.’’ He moaned against your slow lazy strokes. He brings his hand down to stop you; pulling arms up over your head, holding them together as his body closes the distance between you two. You relent, allowing him control.

‘’Good girl. Now let me return the favor.’’ He whispered into your ear, his hand sliding down your thigh, then over the fabric covering your pussy. His finger circling around, pressing down whenever it was directly above your clit.

‘’You’re already so wet for me, doll.’’

‘’Fuck, Nate. St- Stop teasing– ‘’ You moaned.

‘’Tell me what you want.’’ He said as he kissed that sensitive spot on your neck, making you dig your fingers into his back. When you finally spoke, your voice was raspy and strained.

‘’I want you. Right now.’’

He immediately yanked your panties off, and brought his hand to his hard member, positioning it at your entrance – leisurely teasing your pussy with the tip of his cock.

‘’Nate!’’ You whined.

With one swift move, he pushed himself inside you – painfully slowly – as if he was restraining himself. You writhed under him as you got used to his size entering you. You search for his body – unbearably absent from yours – and pull at his hands.

He immediately goes to kiss you again, rhythmically driving into you, as his tongue found yours.

Your body stiffened from the overstimulation, and as the tension accumulated, you whimpered and squirmed beneath him. You wanted nothing but release, but your body wasn’t allowing it.

‘’Nate, please- fuck I can’t.’’ You said as you gnawed gently at his neck; trying to rid of all the pent-up energy.

‘’Just hold out for me a little more, doll.’’ He growled, getting close to his own climax. He shifted his body closer to yours, quickening his thrusts.  He put his arms around you in an embrace. His face lying next to yours as his hand pushed your face closer to his.

‘’Oh fuck- Nate, please- I need to-‘’

‘’Shhh… It’s okay. It’s okay Y/N.’’ He whispered into your ear as he circled your clit with two fingers – with just the right amount of pressure – edging you closer and closer to a much-needed orgasm.

‘’That’s it babygirl. I want you to cum for me.’’ He coaxed. He continued gently pushing into you.

The thought of having him delving so deep into you, with his fingers making magic on your clit, finally pushed you over the edge.

‘’Nate I’m- Fuck- I’m coming!’’

The orgasm seared through you; leaving your body arched, toes curled and legs trembling. The contractions of your pussy against his hard cock, pushing him to his own climax.

As all the pent-up energy slowly dissipated in those moments of satisfaction, you lowered your body down onto the cushions.

Cable continued where he left off and thrust into you, hard and slow. You let him find his own orgasm as he promptly pulled out and came over your stomach with a moan.

His body collapsed onto yours, his breathing steady as his eyes closed. His hair drapes onto his forehead. You instinctively go to shift it out of the way; and slowly ran your fingers through his hair. You watched him as he fell asleep on top of you, the sound of his breathing lulling you to sleep as you finally, finally, fell into a deep slumber.

 You woke up to the sight of sunlight filtering into the room, with the sound of bird chirping and going about their day.

All of a sudden, you felt a drop in your stomach, as you noticed that your bolster had replaced where Cable had been. You also noticed that there was a blanket over you.

Was I dreaming…?

You looked around and saw your shorts, shirt and panties folded neatly on the coffee table. Last night had happened, so where was Cable now?

You quickly throw your clothes on – save for the panties which you stuffed into your daypack – washed up, and wandered into the kitchen.

You noticed Cable leaning against the window frame – staring out the window – with a coffee mug in hand. He looked relaxed, but somehow distant. As if he was deep in thought.

‘’Good morning.’’ You voiced as a yawn escaped you. You stretched your arms over you, your feet tiptoed in an automatic response.

Cable watched you tenderly, catching your morning yawn and stretch.

‘’Good morning, Y/N. There’s some coffee in the pot if you’d like.’’ He responded, looking back towards the window.

You brush your teeth then pour yourself a cup of coffee and settle down on the small dining table. Cable moved towards the dining table, taking the seat across you. There was a sudden seriousness to him that demanded your attention. He set his mug on the table before continuing.

‘’Y/N… I hope that it was clear that last night… was a one-time thing.’’ He stated. ‘’I don’t want you to think tha-‘’

‘’No, yeah, I get it. I didn’t expect anything from this.’’ You interrupted, taking a sip of your coffee.

‘’That’s good to hear. And hey, we can finally get out of this hellhole. I think we have all the information we need for the ambush.’’ He divulged as he stood up, taking a swig of coffee before moving to wash it in the sink.

You kept quiet. Your heart sank the moment the words ‘one-time thing’ spilled from his lips. You did all you could to seem like it didn’t affect you, to make it seem like the tears brimming over your eyes were no indication of how you felt. You abandoned your half-empty coffee cup and hastened to the shower, where you could let it all out under the running water.

 Once the coast was clear, you and Cable packed all the equipment and made your way back to the rover. You followed Cable through the forest, not once stopping to look at the surroundings; your eyes focused straight ahead, but on nothing in particular, looking slightly dazed.

Cable had noticed your lack of wit and conversation, but knowing better, he decided not to remark on your newfound silence.

When you finally reached the jeep, you hauled your gear onto the back and settled yourself in the front seat. You wanted to sit in the backseat, but thought against it, should it arouse suspicion in Cable. You brought your bolster along with you to the front seat to help you ease the bumps.

Once he was done securing the gear in the back, Cable took the drivers seat and began the drive back to the X-Mansion; as you held onto your pillow while watching each tree pass by you from the window. The slow bumps seemed to induce sleep as you drifted off – your eyelids as heavy as your heart was – whilst Cable did his best to drive as smoothly as possible through the uneven terrain to take you both back home.

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TV Shows that I Watched in 2017

A Series of Unfortunate Events (2 Episodes)

I Nearly forget that I watch this ! I Watched 2 episodes and then something happened to my computer, I don’t remember what ! but I lost interesting, and still with no interesting what so ever to continue watching.  

Samurai Jack (Season 5)

This wasn’t my favorite cartoon back in the day so I wasn’t expecting much out of it ,but oh man ! Turn out to be a really good ! a much more mature story line, I got a little down by the end, But I think it end really well ! The whole story of Jack dealing with his failure and his own wish for Death was pretty interesting, when all of that was solved it kinda drop the ball a little ! and Visually too, by the end the visual aspect of the show is gone ! I remember that some people are really worried about if Ashi and Jack are gonna end up together,well this is tumblr,this is what really important here !! I don’t know/care about the general opinion about the ending of the show, but I guess for other people if doesn’t go the way they want they will rage about it ! which is pretty stupid ! after the success of this revival, some other shows announced a revival,First Invader Zim and then Hey Arnold, The Arnold movie come out just recently,But Invader Zim is still with no date of release,that’s a bummer.

Ghost In The Shell: Stand Alone Complex (Season 1)

If we talk about fidelity to the material which was originated, this version of Ghost In the Shell is the more faithful adaption of the comic ! Mamoru Oshii movie was good, but It kinda goes really far from the manga, like this version got more of the political and crime drama that the comic had and it’s more appropriated to the show. The Major of this version is more like the Major of the comic, she have a pretty humorous personality, way more in the comic, The tachikomas are in here and the the whole section 5 appears in most episodes, even trough the main focus is on The Major,Batou and Ishikawa,most on him ! I guess because he’s the most Human Character in the team !

The Show is divide in a main line story,The Laughing Man case, and some others cases, that later on some of they get integrated into the main story, overall is pretty good, I can’t think of something bad about this show, everything is really well craft, expect to the Major Child Spare body,why the fuck she have that ? Why she use that ? That’s was really weird !! Other think that is good and deserve some credit is the dub, the English dub is really good,but only for the main characters,everyone else have a mediocre or bad dub, In fact it was really hard to find subs for this show ! 

Doctor Who (Season 10)

This season was bad ! The First half of episodes are ok,but the second is just the worst ! and this season got the worst season Finale so far ! Let’s break this shit down !!

Let’s start with Bill, did she have a arc of a story in this show ?? for most of the time she was just there ! either something happen to her and the doctor have to save her or she was there to do something and say something, but outside of that, she doesn’t have a story ! in comparison to another character like Martha from Season 3,she did have a story, she began travailing with the Doctor,she kinda fall in love with him but he doesn’t love her, things happens and Martha and the doctor solve it ! and by then end she quits because the Doctor doesn’t love her and she get on her life,it’s kinda lame but at least it have some goods reasons, Bill story is like What ?? She travel with the doctor,die and becomes a cyberman, die again and become a liquid alien and then she goes way because the doctor is Dead and her Crush come to get her ?! Is that even a conclusion ? Nardole was even worse, he’s boring, he is a boring comic relief, he was pretty funny on the Christmas specials,but on this he’s like the Doctor’s mom ! and he also have nothing to do ! most of the episode he appear he doesn’t  do anything, So Why put him in there ??

The First half episodes are good, they are most involving the relationship between the Doctor and Bill, again Jamie Mathieson write a really good episode “Oxygen”probably the best episode of this season even trough I don’t think it was his best episode ! Extremys was also good, even trough it had some of the over the top stuff that Moffat like to put ! The Doctor meeting the Pope, The Doctor Fuck the pope, a female Pope ? for some reason they keep trying to make that Doctor have bang half of the universe ! I was expecting at some point Matt Smith say to Clara “hey Clara did I Tell you about when I Bang Joana D’arc ?” and also anything that happens in this episode got nothing to do with the next, Why the monks are running this specific scenario ?? Why they let they own Computer send a warning to the Doctor ?? 

 The Other half of episode is when things start to fall apart, “the Pyramids at the end of World” still a solid episode even trough the most convenient thing happens at the end to let the story have a third part ! This Third part is a Failure,they had a really good premise “the Monks have brainwash humanity to believe they are they rulers and the Doctor is on they side” This could be a really good episode, but turns out to be bullshit, turns out the Doctor is faking he do a faking regeneration just to fuck with Bill, also they really exploit the fact that this is the last season of Capaldi and think they audience are a bunch of idiots that don’t know that will only happens in the last episode ! At least the scene with Michelle Gomez was good !  Mark Gatiss write another bad episode so fuck it,  The Eaters of Light was really good, after two really bad episodes it’s refreshing to have a episode with Doctor Who stuff on it !! and then The Season Finally comes in, World Enough and Time was pretty good, even trough I Got a big issue with The Doctor saying that he have a Crush on the Master when they are children, was that really Necessary ?? did Moffat had to do this so he could appeal the hearth of some horny teenager girl Out there ? did the Doctor really need to say “Oh he was my fundamental school crush”, Was that necessary,no ! Fuck You Steve !! But that’s not even the tip of the Iceberg ! The problems get worse on the last Episode !

The Doctor Falls his the lamest Season Finale so far !! This episode is a soap novel that doesn’t go anywhere !! and also they keep showing the Doctor Contenting his regeneration, Oh he can do that now ? yeah I Guess he can, and only now !! Why Bring John Simm back if you not gonna do anything with him ?? The Only thing that he do is Flirt with Gomez and then shoot her in the back, also that, You expect that Missy story will have some kinda of nice conclusion,Oh ! Missy is turning good ? she will have some kinda of redemption at the end,that since interesting, but Moffat have to end that in a lame way with he Master Shooting himself, Oh ! God Moffat ! get your dick out of our mouth !! that was terrible and we something even worse ! You have the lamest Deus Ex-Machina that I Ever seeing,so the Doctor is dead,cyberBill is about to die and then The Liquid alien girl appears at the end and just transform Bill into another liquid alien, Because she can do that of course !! if this chick could appear anytime to help she could appear sometime before all this shit happens,or even in some other episode where Bill was in danger and she could help, But any way, she get then make in the Tardis,How ??, and she just happens to know how to pilot the Tardis,because she is a Dues Ex-Machina !! and then Bill leaves the Tardis seeing “Yeah Doctor that was fun,But your Dead Now,and my Crush have come pick me up, so Bye !” and the she leaves, The doctor wake and say some embarrassing and unnecessary stuff and go outside the Tardis to Scream NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO in the snow,because he acting like a kid and does not want to regenerate. Man ! That was terrible ! Fuck You Steven Moffat !!

American Gods (Season 1)

Adaptation of a book,written by Neil Gaiman,Book that I read in the beginning of the year and I Like reading it,maybe it was the last Book that read this year ! I don’t remember ! But anyway, I Liked this show overall,really competent adaption,just some things i Think Like: Anansi is not a elderly pervert man,that was the whole reasons I like that character,because he was grumpy and every line he insulted Shadow. Other thing I didn’t like was the among of gratuity sex scenes in the show,there is not that among of fucking in book, there is this scene where Bisquis Pussy vore this guy in the beginning and some other sex scene later, in the show they put some more of Bisquis eating people for no reason at all !! she also become a important character now,because in the book she appears and then she appears again and die ! 

Michiko To Hatchin (22 Episodes)

Anime is not really my thing, But this year I Try somethings, this and Ghost In the shell are the ones that I Like ! I find this thanks to Tumblr,Yeah !! sometimes you can find good things in this place, It got my attention because of the premise, It happens in Brasil and some Brazilian guy made the sound track, that enough to get me to watch ! and I Like it, one thing I find weird is the Tone of the show, like it begins really cheeky and Funny and on the forth episodes things start to get more serious and then get less serious, and it keeps going like this into the end. The Director of this show Sayo Yamamoto, direct a show that made a huge success last year, specially here on tumblr, the anime about gay ice skating “Yuri on Ice” I kinda wanna watch that now,just because it was directed by her ! By The end of anime I Got that the message was “Girls shouldn’t be running after man that are fucking jackasses” which I think that is true and right !

Ballroom & Youkoso (4 Episodes)

This was the first deception on trying to get on Modern anime ! It is this slice of life with a bunch of dull characters and dull humor, I didn’t like anything about it, the animation too was really dull,like everything in this show was dull for me ! The whole point that I thought it will be interesting was the dancing part ! but when that happens, it’s lifeless, like Finally the dull Protagonist get to Dance and he does a incredible move where he stand still !! don’t move, dance is all about moving and the first he does is not Move !! in the next episode the “I’m the best” character goes dance,furious because the dull protagonist got some fun not dancing on his place, and the you think is gonna be the most awesome thing into the next Dance contest,but there is only 10 seconds of actual dancing and the rest is just flashing images and the crowd cheering, I Get the impression that I should be doing the same but is so dull !! after this I really could care anymore !

Preacher (Season 2)

I Enjoyed This Season a Lot more then the first,Like this season have a lot more of the fell of the comic into it then the first and it’s way more resolved in the adaptation part ! finally Jesse gonna search for god ! the they motivations are different, in the comic Jesse what to find God because pissed with him and the TV show he want to do that because he thinks that he is in some kind of holy mission ! The Humor get’s kinda predictable, Because everyone in the world of Preacher is really nasty and terrible person, so you know that something nasty is gonna happen ! One thing that I find strange was the whole Hitler good man thing,every time that happen is said “No Man! what are you doing !!” in times like this, that’s pretty dangerous !! 

Castlevania (Season 1)

Warren Ellis can do anything, he can write a story about dish washing and it gonna be the most awesome thing ever, it will probably involve a alien abduction or a secret organization plot to kill aliens or supernatural creatures ! any way this was another good show with marvelous quality, the only bummer it is so short, 4 episodes, and when it ends it end out of the no where like “that is, more next year” ! I Just wandering what’s gonna happen in the next season ! if Belmonth is gonna have to fight the monster of Frankenstein and mummy ?! 

Psycho-Pass (20 Minutes)

Din’t even bother to get anything for this ! I Thought this would be a good show, the premise was good, the design of the characters look like shit ! But maybe the story would be good, but when I Finally watch, damn, that was terrible ! the first episode begins with the villan (I guess) wanking about himself and then it goes for some of the stupid anime shit that ever seen ! I Just could care ! after 20 minutes i Just stop the video and said no ! fuck this !!

Twin Peaks (Season 1,2 and 3)

My favorite show of the year !! I Got interesting in it when I saw somethings here on Tumblr,and the I decide to Watch the First episode of the Third season, after watching some episodes I decide to go see the other 2 seasons (To see if anything that I saw it will make sense), that was like 36 episodes or something, for some reasons at the time I got nothing to do so had plenty of time of nothing to do ! I Enjoy most of it, it’s like a Soap Novel with bizarre characters and that managed to get me entreating to watch everything and see what was gonna happens with to does characters,You Know like any other show should be ! But It fells kinda flat after they solve the mystery of who killed Laura Palmer, but the whole thing with Window Earl was cool the actor that play him was really good ! I Just wonder how he moved a giant piece of Chest to that, hum that … that place and later they show like 5 people with a crane trying to move that thing from there !

I Also watched the two Movies,Fire Walk with me and The Missing pieces, The Movie are really different from the the TV show, like It doesn’t have space for comedy into it so the Movie is really depressing,You already know what is gonna happen, but even so !! after watching that I watched the Missing Pieces in a vain hope to see if anything that I saw later would make more sense ! Guess what, It Didn’t !! The Missing Pieces is all the scenes that didn’t make to the movie,it also have the scene of the meeting in the Convenience store and the scene with Phillip separated of which other,that for some reasons Lynch decide to put them together to make even less sense !! does that mean that it make sense now ! I Guess !? 

Season 3 was incredible, if I was not terrified I would be laughing my ass off, but after 18 hours of pure surreal stuff did i Understand anything of it, mostly of it no, I saw some theories and it make me fells stupid ! Because there is this whole other thing happen and I didn’t even notice, “I’m a idiot for not noticing that early” I said to my self, and I saw some other theory about how this things that seen out of place and weird are in fact critics to state of America. When I finally saw the ending I was not expecting anything different, I wasn’t expecting to end on a good way, every season didn’t end with a happy ending, so this one should be the same ! What i find incredible was the number of people trying to figured out the meaning behind the ending in a number of way’s, but like It doesn’t matter if you watch all episodes at the same time, you not gonna find anything, the only way to figured out is to Interpreted everything you see and figured out how that work !! You have to think about you saw, But if can’t do that,what are doing watching this then ??

Big Mouth (Season 1) 

I Got interested in this after seeing the two teaser, the first one I laugh once, and the second,that was the ending of the second episode, sold me into it. I find it really funny at some parts and not funny at all in others, all that Thing with Jay and his Pillow I think that was the most surreal stuff that I have seen in years !! even more surreal then Twin Peaks. Maya Rudolph was The Hormone Monstress is the high point of this show,she give a lot Charm to the character. A Lot of people didn’t like this show because it was to offensive for then and too ugly !! But like, all this cartoon show for adults are all really ugly !! so like, so what ??

Mindhunter (Season 1)

I Like a lot of crime investigative stuff, and like most of the show even through there is somethings that kinda seen like they go no where, all that stuff with the tickling, I Though it go to something bigger but it didn’t !! I Though that they will go back to the first case they reject and solve it, but I guess that would be a think for season two. I Like how they handle the arc of the Mindhunter,this whole thing of him being this ambitious agent that want to discovery a new method of investigation and becoming this self centre asshole that thinks that he his the fucking most ! Now that is a Grow of a Character !!

American Vandal (Season 1)

The whole part of the humor of this show kinda feel flat for me, but the investigation stuff is way more engaging, I like how fluid the whole investigation process how they going finding out how everyone in this school have some dirt in then and how that later affect them ! in the end they come to a solution to get the asshole that was false accused set free, but later he get in jail again because he’s just a asshole, But they don’t solve the mystery,Who Draw the dicks ??  My Guess is that was the History teacher,the cool dude that bad mouth the other teacher, I think because the way he storm out of a scene they show in the last episode.

Inuyashiki (3 Episodes)

I already have made fun of the two first episodes of this anime, I was reluctant to continue watching this,after the third episode I was done with this, basically what happen in it is a reminder that Bad guy is bad and good guy is good Nothing else happens,the characters does’t haven anything to them they have no charm or anything,they are this bland person with no expression, I guess that they faces never change,they have the same face every time !! I was really expecting something more out of this !! I Guess that I don’t have the age to watch this animes anymore,I can’t go back be a thirteen old again !!

Genocyber (5 Episodes)

This is some old cult anime stuff, ultra violent and really nonsensical, and some how can be was better any of this other animes that I have watched, is there a lot of more effort put into it by the way,it was kinda fun to watch this and see the stuff happening and just shout to the screen “What ?? Why ?” it made me care that’s the important thing, also the soundtrack is good,is probably the best thing out of it !! 

Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency (Season 2)

Is kinda sad talk about this,since the show was cancelled, But even so,I don’t have enjoyed this season as more then the first one, It was funny and all,but the whole fantasy world don’t have got me, and this whole another plot of Dirk trying to be a normal Detective didn’t land well for me.I Think that the Third Season out have turn out to be great, also this thing of turning that Computer guy into the antagonist was kinda surprising and out the nowhere !! Also The Creator of the Show Max Landis was accused of Sexual harassment recently, Guess that’s way the show was cancelled !!    

The Young Pope (Season 1 ??)

From all the shows here,this is the one that got the best cinematography of them all !! really stunning photography, Jude Law give a incredible performance in this show,I Guess that i never seen anything else with him,But anyway he’s just awesome ! They gave him a bunch of huge speech to him, so there are some incredible long scene of Jude Law talking about how his character is awesome and can do anything ! also I was kinda confused watching, the initial speech that he give on his dream confused me when he was taking decision that are the opposite from early, I was thinking that he was just pretending to be a huge asshole when in fact he is a huge asshole !! but also sometimes not a total jackass and by the end he have some kind of redemption ! that I don’t understand if they want to make a Season 2 out of this,the whole story of Jude Law is done what more can you go far from this ? But if they wanna do it I’m Fine with this !

Dark (Season 1)

My Second favorite show of the year, I Like everything about it,the story,the photography.the music, it’s really well put together, a lot people compared this to Stranger Things,and it’s nothing like it ! Stranger Things is this little light harder show that funny and colorful and Dark it’s just Depressing, It’s this show that nothing is gonna go well and it’s not go end in a happy way, The only problem that I got is that I don’t remember any of the names of the characters I Only know the name of the main kid with the yellow jacket that is Jonas. I’m looking forward to the next Season,the show leave a lot of question open, and I wanna know who is going to be our real protagonist !! Also The Director of this show Baran Bo Odar,is the director of one of the worst movies of this year called Sleepless,which I find weird since this show is so good.

Stranger Things 2 (Why The Two ? Season 2) 

Another Show That I don’t think it make it up for the last one, I not part of the cult of adoration of this serie,but I like it I Think there are good and fun to watch and not this Grater masterpiece that people make up to believe. I felt that the some of the same stuff that happened in the last season is happening again in this, Hysterical Mom is more Hysterical, let’s trash Winona Ryder House in some way ! Friends are not friends anymore and get back being friends !! the rest of it was just ok, they the asshole from the last season not be a asshole anymore,guess I Kinda like him now, which make four of the characters that I like in this show,Him,Dustin, the new Hellboy man and Eleven. I Guess that they could’t stretch this for one more Season,but they did !! What gonna happen in the next season ?! Did they gonna turn the asshole of this season into not a asshole and make him have a affair with the mom of the sour face kid ?! is Dustin gonna have more adventures with the non-asshole cool guy ?! Winona Ryder is goona stop being Hysterical ?! (probably no !) Also they kinda ruined Dustin Character in this season,they turning him into fat kid slop comic relief, I don’t remember him being like that In the last season ?!

Punisher (Season 1) 

The last Show that I watch this year, I enjoyed watching, even trough I Don’t think it had the among of shooting that I wanted to have ! From all this netflix super heroes show’s I only watched this,Jessica Jones and Daredevil,I Really don’t care about the rest, But This show is on pair with Jessica Jones in mine opinion.I don’t know much about The Punisher comics so can’t comment on anything of this part ! I Think that Jon Bernthal is great actor, he really give a good performance making the Punisher into this psycho maniac that want to kill people ! He have great Gutural Scream ! I saw video about Sicario and how Dennis Villanueve put this whole section of in the movie so he could Film Jon acting !! Like he is really good, I Think that he is the perfect Candidate to be a New rambo, If someone ever wanna do a new type of Rambo Movie he would be great there !! shooting people and screaming at the same time ! 

[leefelixs]

boyfriend kim seungmin • stray kids

genre: fluff

pairing: kim seungmin & you

word count: 1704 words

summary: dating seungmin and all the quirks/aspects of your relationship

notes: the seventh part of the boyfriend series with our angel seungmin! uhm my goal is to have everyone fall in love with seungmin today because he deserves more love & praise

this boy is new to dating so please be kind to his little shy and excited heart

really though seungmin loves dating you this is so new and fun to him and having someone who likes him back as much as he does is really so nice to him

out of all the members he’s probably the slowest and takes his time with getting to skinship and being affectionate with you

sometimes he’ll be following around hyunjin asking him for advice and hyunjin is like “shoo, it’s your relationship not mine”

literally takes notes and googles how to be a good boyfriend to you because seungmin is a hard worker

loves going on walks with you and sharing headphones with you and most of the time he makes you listen to b1a4 or day6 with him

also likes eating but going to fast food restaurants instead of fancy places because it’s a lot less serious and just more fun and youthful

sometimes he writes stuff about you in his “journal” (it’s a diary obviously but he’s not ready to say that) and you’ll just pop up and try to talk to him

“seungmin what are you up to?” 

“nOTHING ABSOLUTELY NOTHING” and he just snaps it closed nervously

your first date together is bowling and seungmin seems really casual about asking you but in reality he’s planned it forever because he wants it to be special and also he doesn’t want to pick something he’s bad at (can’t have a chan moment can we)

he’s soOOOo nervous and he thinks he’s sweating but like it’s cool he’s playing it cool 

when you guys start to bowl he goes first and he’s a little shaky but manages to knock most of the pins down

and he turns to look at you with a smile, “it’s your turn!”

you’re like oh, haha and sip nervously on your drink before setting it down and cracking your knuckles

and stretching your arms

“uh actually i don’t know what i’m doing.”

seungmin just laughs because he knew you were being weird from all the extra movement and stretching and instantly knowing you’re not sure of what to do makes him less nervous

“hey, it’s okay! i’ll show you. come over here.” and he teaches you how to roll the ball by demonstrating it slowly and describing it to you

and you nod and he passes you the ball to try on your own but you’re still nervous about it and don’t want to mess up in front of him so he just runs over and kind of comes up behind you to move the ball with you

and voila! there goes the ball and WOW YOU GOT THEM ALL DOWN  and he’s so excited for you and 

gives you a high five and wow!! he helped you do something he feels so accomplished it’s so cute

his smile? his lil chubby left cheek? are even cuter when he’s happy

finally at the end of the game you’re both at a tough tie...the suspense... and actually seungmin is kind of tired and he’s like okay.. well...i don’t mind letting them win (he’s too nice whhyyyyy he just wants you to feel proud)

and you win!! 

he hugs you really tight and high fives you repeatedly

“okay, now we should eat. i’m really hungry,” he pats his stomach and points at the little shop at the arena (rink? area? what is it called it doesn’t matter we are focused on seungmin)

it was briefly mentioned earlier seungmin is a lot slower and different from the other members as a boyfriend and it’s not because he doesn’t like you, it’s because he likes you a lot and doesn’t really know how to express it comfortably

he’s more of a thinker and not really a speaker

so seungmin does little actions to show you he cares

likes learning about the things you like, listening to music you like and learning to jam to it with you, watching tv you like, taking notice of your reactions to things and learning how to make you comfortable

he likes having conversations about small things even if they seem pointless because it just lets him really get to know you more

you know the one friend who listens to you and looks at you and nods when no one else does? that’s seungmin

you’ll mention something and stop yourself because like ‘oh it doesn’t matter’ and seungmin is like “NO IT DOES! keep going!” 

your #1 fan always! loves pushing you and supporting you through any ideals you have and helping you get things going

the only downside with seungmin is that sometimes he’ll just go with the flow even if he’s not comfortable or doesn’t like something and doesn’t tell you but you can really feel it radiate from it :(

“i’m fine! it’s okay, don’t worry about me. really. as long as you’re happy i am too!”

“but seungmin i want you to feel comfortable too. you shouldn’t put in so much effort, it’s okay to be selfish.”

“are you sure?”

“positive.”

“okay then maybe i don’t like the idea...but just a little...”

very emotionally in tune and has no problem running into your room and lying his head on your lap to scream or cry about a bad day

but by the end of it he’s calmed down and smiles a lot while wiping away his tears because he feels silly

back to being awkward with skinship

it’s like..rare that he holds your hand...but whenever he does he asks beforehand 

“is it okay if i hold your hand?” (UGH OF COURSE IT IS YOU CUTIE)

always uses lotion if he plans to hold your hand that day because he can’t be ashy duh

just being near you is like skinship for him! he does play with pieces of your hair though and stares at you a lot with his hands under his chin

oh but tip of the nose kisses are nice for him

your first kiss together is kind of planned from his side

i say kind of because...google is his friend for this one

“hey seungmin, why is the first thing on google a search for ‘romantic ideas for a first kiss’ and ‘how to kiss someone’?”

“uhhh i don’t know chan go ask jeongin, i saw him use the computer” and he SCURRIES OFF

he goes to woojin for advice and once chan hears about what’s happening he joins in on helping him but it’s a lot more embarrassing than he intended and he regrets asking for help and stares at the ceiling while listening to them talk about kissing his hand for practice or a watermelon while holding a pillow and sighing

this keeps going for a long long time

and eventually all the members join in and give him terrible advice like the only one who’s actually helpful is changbin but like he’s drowned out by all the bad advice

this tires him out so much he like drags himself to your house in exhaustion because he promised he would see you

and he knocks on the door

you’re so happy to see him and hold your arms out to hug him but seungmin swerves and plants a kiss on your lips and its very quick and simple and cute and he just sleepily walks past you and flops onto your bed

“i’m really tired, i’m gonna take a nap. wake me up in an hour please?”

you try to speak but you’re in shock so you just nod and he sleepily smiles

“okay, thank you. goodnight.”

when he’s bored he’ll draw little animals on your hand and arms with marker and it’s only fair you draw them back

seungmin draws the cutest dinosaurs and his art is very cute but yours is super messy and kind of ugly but he loves it anyway

“wait, don’t move.” he ends up drawing on your face and shoulders and he thinks its so funny

whenever you’re coming over later in the day he sits by the door patiently and just uses his phone on the floor while waiting for you

even if it’s 8 am and you’re not going to be there until 4 pm,, why is he like this

uses so many emojis when texting you it’s kind of weird

but who are you to complain right

also always spamming you with twice lyrics 

“why do you do this all the time omg my phone just froze”

“because you make my heart go jjirit jjirit”

‘Read 3:02 PM’

“please come back i’m sorry i thought that was funny”

WHENEVER AUTUMN ROLLS AROUND HE IS SO EXCITED he takes you to buy coffee everyday and has you listen to all the ballads coming out and tries to sing them for you to listen 

“hey, let’s make a pie!”

“neither you or i have really good baking abilities seungmin this sounds dangerous.”

“i can make eggs, that’s all we need to know. we’ll be fine! trust me.”

spoiler alert: it’s not fine and you almost set the kitchen on fire because you guys get so distracted throwing flour and cracking eggs on each other and chan comes in to help you both save the little apple pie

and because of chan the day is saved and you guys get to eat some good pie (and smear some on each other)

takes you to buy a pumpkin to carve faces into and he’s really jittery you don’t know why

“uh should i trust you with a knife?”

“probably not!”

but he still lets you carve your own pumpkin while he works really hard on his

at the end of the reveal his little pumpkin is spun around and he’s little holding his cheeks because he can feel all the blood rush to them and hes gnawing on his bottom lip nervously

the little pumpkin has “i love you” carved into it

the further along your relationship gets the more he loosens up and is much more goofy, playful, and honest with you

his heart is so big! you are so lucky

please take care of him like he takes care of you

[vampcubus]

ashi i hope i aint botherwing u but can i ask what keeps u motivated to write and put out stuff bc i wanna start a blog but i have a hard time staying completely motivated bye love u

You aren't bothering me at all, darling!! In fact I'm sorta glad you asked, I feel especially after my recent block I know precisely what to say 😊💕

Well, to be entirely honest with you, it's a mixture of a LOT of things. But what it really comes down to is that fact that I really love to write, and... I have what feels like the hugest, most supportive, almost sweet and caring group of friends that inspire me to keep going every single day, INCLUDING ALL OF YOU.

Whenever I feel like quitting and like I'm not good enough, there's always someone there in my notifs... in my askbox... in the server.... in my DMs.... always someone there telling me how amazing I am as a person and at what I do and t h a t, that is what makes all the difference.

If it weren't for all the mutuals, friends, and wives I've made on here, i don't think I would have made it this far. I have... a really special group of people cheering me on every single day, and I love and appreciate them with every fiber of my being. (AND YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE YOU HOES!!! I FUCKING LOVE YOU!) and this goes to my followers too!

I've come a long ass way, and its all thanks to you guys and that lil burst of excitement I get when I complete a fic... and that feeling I get when I accomplish something I'm truly proud of... it's more than enough to drive me to keep on writin'!

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Smoke Break (one-shot)

Hey, so, guess who’s been battling a writer’s block and decided to just write a short one-shot of the otp to force words out and get them flowing again for my other projects?

Anyway, just a short little fic. I’ve been wanting to write something with TFP Ratchet smoking robot cigs for a while and I guess the time has finally come.

Title: Smoke Break

Series: Transformers Prime

Ship: Optimus/Ratchet

Tags/warnings: Cigarette smoking, established couple, Old Gays being Old and Gay, some smooches, some worldbuilding about transformer cigarettes. This is set after the Sick Minds episode, aka after optimus had that cyber plague business.

It had taken Optimus a while to track the suddenly elusive medic down. While it wasn’t unheard of for Ratchet to leave the main areas of their base for anything other than recharge, it was certainly rare. Ratchet was almost always in his makeshift med-bay or at the main console, working and badgering the team to do the same. Even when he was absent, it was usually only for a few minutes before he shuffled back in from one of the storage rooms, arms full of supplies.

It had been a long time since Ratchet had truly pulled a disappearing act.

But not so long that Optimus couldn’t make some educated guesses.

It was his second try that brought him up the long hallways that made their way to the top of the plateau the base was built into. A secondary entrance for air shipments that was used by its past human residents but was generally unneeded for their purposes. It was a long ways from where his ground-based team preferred to linger.

Which meant it was quiet, isolated, and had a view.

All traits that appealed to Ratchet when he disappeared.

And, indeed, that was where Optimus found him. The Prime had turned the last corner when he spotted the medic’s silhouette against the fading light of Earth’s setting sun. The hallways were dark since Optimus hadn’t bothered to turn on the power for this section of the base – they could get around well enough without it – which just worked to deepen the shadow that Ratchet’s frame cast across the slanted floor.

Shoulder leaning against the frame of the entrance, hips ever so slightly tilted to the side, facing out toward the view.

Optimus slowed his pace, hesitant to ruin the moment he had come upon yet drawn in all the same.

It was a sight Optimus had not seen since they split off into this small team. Not since the days when Ratchet had his own specialized medical team, mecha he was able to trust could perform tasks that were now solely his own by both assignment and ability.

One servo moved into view, slightly away from Ratchet’s frame, palm held up with something between his fingers. After a few seconds a small cloud billowed from him, haloing Ratchet’s helm.

Optimus’s spark pulsed.

There was nostalgia found in watching Ratchet smoke, warm and melancholy.

By then, as slow as Optimus lumbered, he was close enough that Ratchet had to know he was there. But Ratchet didn’t tense up, didn’t shy away, didn’t say a word. But there was welcome in his field, so Optimus kept his pace until he stood next to his medic.

Lines born from age at the corners of Ratchet’s optics and around his mouth that went largely unnoticed in the soft human lighting of their base were highlighted in the unforgiving light of the setting sun. His whites were colored orange and his oranges nearly red under the rays. His optics sparkled as they stared out at the seemingly endless desert.

Optimus could only imagine the deep valleys that Ratchet would be able to see etched into his own face.

They were getting old.

Ratchet was as unbearably handsome as the first time Optimus had caught him taking a smoke break all those millennia ago.

“I thought you had long run out of cigarettes.”

“I did,” Ratchet said, lips quirking and deepening his wrinkles. “Had the last of my reserve after Tyger Pax. But I’ve been saving up energon dross.”

Optimus leaned back against the frame opposite Ratchet, simply watching as Ratchet brought the cig to his lips. Every vent on his frame was held shut like it was second nature to him, more habit than conscious action. That left only his intake to breathe the smoke in.

“I thought there wasn’t enough left over to bother with anymore.”

The softest whir of fans was all that gave away how the smoke cycled through his ventilation system a few times before Ratchet slowly let it escape back out, over his glossa and past his lips to slowly dissipate.

“Not with how we process energon now. Higher efficiency means greater output and less waste, which is great for the war effort, but that means there’s less byproduct to use for more recreational purposes.”

“And yet you have managed.”

Ratchet chuckled and the ashy end of the cigarette finally gave way, crumbling to reveal the bright red glow of slow-burning energon dross.

“I’ve been saving up for a long time.”

Considering the otherwise useless remains of energon processing was rarely more than enough to dust a mech’s palm, Optimus suspected the timeline stretched across decades to create the cigarette now burning away in Ratchet’s servo.

Optimus didn’t ask why Ratchet chose today to dip into that precious reserve.

Instead Optimus finally let his optics drift out towards the view. Some of it was hampered by the long stretch of plateau between them and the edge, but neither moved to stand under the open sky. Even here, in the middle of sand and stone for miles around, in the calm of their shared break from their daily lives, instincts learned from war lingered at the periphery of their processors.

But the sky was cloudless, streaked with colors unlike any that graced Cybertron’s skies, and at the edges furthest from the disappearing sun, faraway stars started to appear against the dark void of space.

“Did you want some?”

Optimus considered the cigarette that wiggled ever so slightly between Ratchet’s digits. The medic wore the devious look of a younger mech, aged only by the slight gruffness of his voice as he asked.

It was a look that meant it wasn’t a particularly pleasant cigarette. No doubt being stripped to just the barest chemicals had also stripped it of anything that could smooth out the experience.

“I’ve never enjoyed it as much as you do.”

“But you don’t hate it.”

“No,” Optimus admitted. He could still remember the first time Ratchet offered, when Optimus was Orion and when Ratchet laughed openly and brightly when Orion coughed and sputtered. He also remembered the taste of that last cigarette after Tyger Pax, burning down his intake to counteract the tired ache of his spark. “But I hate to take what you’ve saved up when I won’t savor it.”

Ratchet’s shoulder shifted in a slight shrug. His servo was still held out towards Optimus.

“It’s only as good as the company you share it with.”

Optimus’s digits brushed Ratchet’s as he accepted the offer.

It took him a moment to bring up long unused lines of code, closing his vents but leaving his intake open, and Optimus’s guess had been correct – the smoke was harsh. It stung down his intake, only softening as the smoke cooled.

But there was comfort in the actions. In the way his focus moved inward to keep the smoke inside his frame and moving. In the taste that reminded him of times when energon was still plentiful and thus cigarettes easily obtainable. In the way Ratchet watched, optics cycling with something that Optimus could never quite pinpoint.

In the way that it proved he was alive and functioning.

Optimus pushed away from wall, needing only to take one step towards Ratchet to close the distance. Ratchet’s cheek was still warm from the sunlight. The scratches on the pad of Optimus’s thumb lightly caught on the grooves beneath Ratchet’s optic, tugging at protomesh thinned with age. Ratchet tipped his face up as Optimus leaned down.

Optimus let Ratchet’s intake of breath steal the smoke from between his lips as they touched.

Ratchet’s servos found the back of Optimus’s helm, at once desperate as they pulled him closer, and his lips tasted of their shared smoke.

Ratchet’s digits held a slight tremor as his field unfurled around Optimus, revealing the fear that clung to him like the smell of his cigarette.

“I’m alright, Ratchet. The plague is gone.”

“I know,” Ratchet said, his servos moving to frame Optimus’s face. His thumbs traced where Optimus knew his age was showing. “I know, I just–”

“I know.”

One kiss became a second, but with a shuddering ventilation Ratchet pulled back. His optics fluttered online, and Optimus wished for a third kiss.

It was quiet for a moment as Ratchet seemed to search his face.

“Then give me back my damn cigarette.”

Optimus couldn’t help a quiet laugh and Ratchet couldn’t keep up the act in the face of it. Ratchet’s wrinkles deepened when he laughed and Optimus kissed them.

The last rays of sunlight were fading, but neither bothered to watch as they finished Ratchet’s cigarette.

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Remembered some old OCs from middle school and suddenly got the urge to write them up. The main they hung around always changed so spliced this guy together from the others.

Stress sank in between his shoulders. He slumped against the desk. Flicking through his list of conversations, he tapped the last one. The timestamp bloomed back at him. He glanced at the date.

Two weeks and a half.

He exited out of the conversation and sat back. Beside him bloomed a familiar apparition. Golden light, the angel locked his arms behind himself. “You could-”

He got up and threw himself out on the bed.

Alexander peered down at him. “They’re probably just busy. Maybe you could say something.”

“Nothing to say,” he mumbled into his pillow. Weariness sank deep into the etches of his back.

“Send something?”

“Isn’t that what fucked us into this in the first place, Alexander?” Miraged from the shadows, Clown gave a wicked smirk. “Sending things? Talking? Trying to attempt a friendship with a person so very much uninterested in testing one out with you? Him? Us?”

Em groaned and curled into a ball. “Can both of you shut up?” 

“I have a point, kid.” Clown threw down a cigarette butt and squashed it into the carpeted floor. “Face the facts, they only liked you because you were flattering.” 

Alexander twitched. The feathers on his wings spasmed gray. "Why are you here?" 

Clown gestured widely. "To ruin things. As is my job."

“Your job is to haunt little children’s nightmares,” Alexander hissed. “And this one’s not asleep.” He scowled. “Nor a child.”

“Yeah, but he’s fun.”

Alexander scowled. “Em-”

Clown cut in. “You befriended someone on a platflorm they used to escape reality and when you became real, they needed to escape you too.“ 

Alexander shook his head. “That’s not true and you can’t prove that it is.“ 

“And you can’t prove that it isn’t.” Clown steadied Em with a hard look. ” Look, kid, I just wanna help you out here because the longer you cry over this, the less time you sleep and the lower quality of nightmares I get to give.“ 

He pushed a hand through his hair. “If she had any interest in talking to you, she would’ve. If she was concerned about you, she would’ve said something. People vanish to do one thing. Move on. And that’s what your fucking chubby ass needs to do.” He grabbed Em by the jaw. “Stop waiting for someone who does not give a shit.”

“Hi, Em.” Jack dangled between them. His face split. “What’s up?”

Em wrenched his face out of Clown’s hands and fell back. “Could you stop with the face, please?”

Jack blinked. His face stitched back together, one vein, one muscle at a time. “Sorry.”

“Someone’s having a crisis again,” Clown muttered, fishing another cigarette from his pockets.

“That’s, like-” Jack paused, counting on the tips of his fingers. “Five times this month!”

“Down!” Alexander yelled. His wings fluttered agitatedly. “Down from thirteen last month! We’re doing good.”

“You’re doing good,” Em correct, burying his face into his pillows again. He waved haphazardously at the two behind him. “I dunno what they’re doing but it’s not good.”

“Hey, I am a neutral participant in this ride.” Jack collapsed from the air onto the floor. As he rose to his knees, his face flickered again, caught split down the middle in a half-scream. “Alexander’s my reason for being here. I go where he goes.”

“Face, Jack!” Em snapped, swiping his hand through Jack’s face.

Jack blinked.

It did nothing.

Em scowled and rolled over.

“You have other friends,” Clown snapped, lighting the end of the cigarette. “You have other options. You think this fucker is sitting around all miserable and lonely because you are? No! They’re enjoying life without you. Starting doing the same, yeah?”

Steeling him with a volatile gaze, Em pointed at them. “Don’t fucking smoke in here, you jack ass.”

Clown peeled the cigarette from his lips and exhaled a ring of smoke into the air. “Fuck you,” he said before putting it back into his mouth.

“Maybe she’s just busy. Two weeks? She’s probably just moving back in,” Alexander said, patiently, perching himself atop the bed. His wings fluttered up, blocking Clown’s entire presence, half-phasing through Jack.

“Yeah, but if he’d never said anything, it’d been, like, a month or something,” Jack said, prodding a statue of a horse. He jerked back when it moved.

“You’re not helping,” Alexander hissed through gritted teeth.

“Neither are you,” Clown snapped. “Why the fuck would you want him to stay friends with this kid?”

Bursting golden bright, Alexander swirled on them. “She makes him happy!”

“So do cats!” Clown pinched the bridge of his nose. “And an hour of happiness between weekly spells of overwhelming misery do fuck all in this situation.” He pointed at Em. “Jack’s right, you fuckup. If you hadn’t spoken a goddamn word about it, she wouldn’t have said anything, she wouldn’t have fucking bothered. You stopped for three days and she didn’t care. Why in the goddamn world would you think she’d care now?”

“STOP!” Alexander’s wings dropped, heavily crashing into the floor. The house shook. “She cares. She’s just busy!”

“Too busy for a check-in? Too busy to say hello?” Clown shoved Alexander. “It’s only been two weeks since he stopped talking. It’s been more than a fucking month since she’s said anything!”

“It’s been three weeks!” Alexander protested.

“A FUCKING ONE SENTENCE JOKE DOES NOT COUNT AS A CONVERSATION!” Em screamed. He punched the dresser beside him and swore violently.

“You feel better now?” Clown laughed.

“Fuck off!” He wrung his hand to his chest and winced. Thickly, he swallowed. Te world around him grew small and tight. He sighed. “It wasn’t a conversation, Al. It doesn’t count.”

“But-” Alexander wilted. “She said something.”

“It doesn’t matter. Clown’s right, I have other friends. People who actually talk to me and want to get to know me.” Em pressed his uninjured hand to his forehead. “I just- I thought this one might actually go somewhere. And she- she made me happy. I liked her. I thought-” He wilted into himself. “I dunno, I thought she liked me too.”

“It could’ve gone somewhere,” Jack said. He flopped out at Em’s feet. “Maybe it did. Somewhere. Sometime. A thousand light years away.”

“Look, kid, the fact is she said it herself. Time and again. If she were interested in changing herself, she would’ve tried.” Clown exhaled, smoke filtering out of his mouth, ashy and twisted. “An attempt over the course of the week is not the same.”

“Didn’t your parents fail to keep trying after a week?” Jack asked. He frowned. “They kept being mean after just a couple days, right?”

Em fell back. “Yeah. They did.”

Jack frowned deeper, the split in his face drawing further down until it cut above his lip. “Why would you want to be friends with someone like your parents?”

“Hey!” Alexander swatted Jack’s head. “She’s not like his parents. She’s just-”

“Uninterested. Stop pining after a person who doesn’t have any interest back, fuckup,” Clown said. “Isn’t that why so many people hate the trope?”

“I’m not pining,” Em grumbled.

“You’re wasting time on someone pointless either way.”

“Maybe I’m just wasting time in general,” he huffed. “And I don’t really have anyone do I? I have my real life friends, who I only see in the confines of work or school, both of which are done with by now. They don’t really share any of my interests.”

“But they like you and they listen to you about your interests because you do the same,” Alexander pointed out. He smiled, brightly bright and golden. “Isn’t that what friends are for?”

“Which, by the way, Angel,” Clown sneered, “goes to show how much she put into you. Do you think she knows anything about your favourite things? What you like?”

Em rolled over, ignoring them both. “And there’s Corrie. She’s great.” He rubbed his jaw. “But she just-” He sighed. “-complains a lot. About the same things. And when I complain about anything it somehow turns into being about her and her troubles. But she’s nice and I like her and we share the same temperament so it’s worth it, I guess.”

“Look, the important thing in both scenarios, is that they actually talk to you and check in when it’s been too long and like you.” Clown snapped his fingers. “This kid did that early on, shit happened and suddenly you became a thoughtless memory. You think you exist outside your conversations? No. You don’t.”

Em stared at the trail of ants leading from the crack in his window to just behind his dresser. “I’m tired.”

“You’re always tired, shithead. You have depression.”

“And anxiety!” Jack called out from the closet. “Also there a lot of weird bugs in here!”

“Why are you in the closet?”

Jack poked his head out through the door. “I’m bored. You guys got it handled so what am I for?”

Em rolled onto his back. “Jack.” The ghost lit up. “What do you think?”

Jack phased out of the closet doors, frowning. His face was surged together neatly but a hairline fracture against the skin peeked from the very top of his head. “I think you should do what’s gonna be best for you. If you want to talk to her, you should. If you know it’s not going to lead anywhere, then don’t.” He shrugged. “At the end of the day, you’re still a kid. There’s no pressure on you to settle down and only deal in people who are going in the same direction as you. You hve time.

“But-” Jack crossed his arms behind himself and sighed. “-you know what you want, you know what you need from people right now and if she can’t fulfill even the basics, then what’s the point? She said she couldn’t but that she’d try and then she did for a day and half and then she stopped. You don’t have to deal with that, if you don’t want to.” He dropped his arms to his side and grinned ruefully. His body glitched and his face cut open again, smile half broken. “You have enough to stress about, why bother adding more?”

“But maybe she’s just-”

Jack cut his eyes at Alexander, who went mute, face pinched annoyed. “Whether she’s busy or not, he’s already said to just pitch in once a week. We asked for the minimum, she couldn’t provide. Why stick around for someone who can only deal with what’s in her immediate surroundings?”

“He’s got a point, Al,” Em muttered. He fell to his side, pillows exhaling air like they were living. “And I’m tired.” He rolled over to his stomach and buried his face into the cool side of his pillow. ”If she wants to talk to me, fine. I don’t have the energy to deal with someone who doesn’t care.”

“Excellent!” Clown clapped his hands togehter rapidly. “Okay, man-eating clown or violent eldritch horror of darkness?”

Em yanked his ppillow over his face and huddled into the middle of the bed. “On the other hand, being miserable stopped the fucking hallucinations.”

“Are they really hallucinations if you only see them in your mind when your eyes are closed?” Jack asked. Alexander pulled out his sword and cut through a messy mound of black goop rising out from under Em’s bed. Jack stared at the hissing goop and cleared his throat. “I’m gonna go stamp down the barriers.”

Em jerked as a sudden hand tore through his stomach. He glanced down at his chest and saw nothing but the image remained, follow by a succession of sword dousing up and down through his throat. He squeeze his eyes shut and rolled over. “I hate everything.”

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hiya! a lot of people come to me for tips with coloring dark skin, so i'm here with a little tutorial of sorts!

before you start writing an offended reply, lemme preface it with saying i don't think you're inherently a racist if you don't know how to color black skin. you probably just haven't practiced enough.

here are some tips that help me!

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coloring a dark character white first and then just color sliding and lowering the brightness... usually ends up giving them a gross ashy look. try not to do this.

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as for actually picking colors for dark skin... there probably is a more precise way of going about it, but I usually just kinda eyeball it until it looks natural, LOL

this comes from a lot of practice, though, so it'll probably take a while to get the hang of.

if it helps, though, my color choices are usually around this range if i'm working with a natural palette. [Image: Color selection tool in a computer art program. Selected area of the color ring ranges from almost magenta to an orange that's almost yellow. In the brightness tone square, a diagonal splotch roughly in the middle goes from upper right to lower left.]

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that being said, there isn't really 'one’ correct color to use for black skin. black skin is very varied! play around with undertones, shades, etc. here's some examples!

medium-dark with pink undertone

medium-dark with red undertone

dark with warm undertone

light with warm yellowish undertone

dark with cool undertone

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black people's palms and the soles of their feet are typically lighter than the rest of their skin.

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lips are a feature that varies a lot from person to person. some lips' color blend pretty well with the rest of their face's skintone, sometimes the upper lip is darker, sometimes the lower lip is lighter.

generally, a good rule of thumb is that the lower lip is pinker towards the inside of the mouth and gets darker outwards.

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try not to give black people bright pink lips. it's not accurate, and it originates from offensive antiblack caricatures.

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the darker your skin is, the less you show 'blush'.

...I still give dark characters a blush as a stylist choice, though, lol

instead of putting a red overlay on top,

i usually use the character's skintone for the blush on a multiply layer until it looks more natural.

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darker skin tends to reflect light.

instead of lightening the skin and whtewashing dark character for lighting, treat the skin more like a reflective surface and show light bouncing off of it.

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study art of black people by black people!

seeing the way actual black people represent their own features is a good way to keep yourself from making caricatures.

the #drawingwhileblack tag on twitter is a good place to look for work by black artists!

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above all else, obviously practice and studying actual black people will help the most.

good luck and get practicin!!!

I get asked a lot for tips with coloring black people, so i put together a little tutorial! (and bumps my kofi if you found this helpful)

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Mor-Angst

Please don’t hate but here’s some Morality Angst for your reading pleasure.

@prinxietys and @prinxietyhell I hope you don’t mind me tagging you in this, but I love y'all and your writing!

Warnings:  angst (Mostly Morality but  be prepared for Anxiety and Prince too!); panic attaks, hyperventalating & dry heaving

“Dad!” Prince's voice rang through the house, Morality dropped the cookie he’d been eating and sprinted towards the voice. The other traits often turned to him when they needed help and he took it upon himself to help even when they were to stubborn to ask, which was the more common occurrence. Taking care of people was his job after all, if he was Thomas’ moral side the he guessed you could call him….Moral Support. However, of all the times he’d heard his name called out in distress, it’d never been Prince. Prince the Dragon-Witch slayer could handle anything and Morality knew something awful must have happened for Prince to sound like that.

“Morality!” Prince shouted again, and he felt his stomach drop out from under him as he realized the sound was coming from Anxiety's room. Prince’s face was stricken and ashy as he knelt on the floor next to the dark trait who was on his knees dry heaving. Morality knew he must have been hyperventilating pretty bad to get to this point. Prince’s hands fluttered over Anxiety’s trembling form, unsure what to do.  This was something Morality had hoped the other traits would never have to see, something he knew Anxiety had never wanted them to see. Normally he kept a closer eye on the kid, was able to catch the attacks early and get him through them. But Anxiety had been doing so well since he had started spending time with Prince, and Morality had allowed his attention to focus on making sure Logic did things like eat or sleep, and just generally enjoying his company.

He took a deep breath and swept the guilt aside for the moment, using his gentlest voice to get Prince out of the way. Morality sat with his back braced against the bed and pulled the hyperventilating boy into his lap. He stroked a hand gently through his hair and talked him through slowing his breathing. It took longer than normal to get him  calmed somewhat, Prince was kneeling a safe distance away and looking terrified.  Anxiety had buried his face in in Morality’s shoulder, staining the shirt with sweat and tears. He could still feel the wild heart beat that hadn’t slowed as much as he would have liked. He began to rock ever so slightly and continued speaking in his calm dad-voice.  

Eventually Anxiety raised his head, looking fully present. “You okay buddy?” Anxiety gave him a small nod.

“I’m exhausted.” He said in a small voice that was rough and horse.

“Of course you are kiddo, do you want to take a shower first?”

“No.”

“Okay that’s fine. Let's get you to bed okay. Prince will you fetch us some water?” Anxiety tensed in his arms as if just realizing the other was there, Dad quickly comforted him afraid the kid would be sucked back into his attack. The noble trait was hesitant, only agreeing to fetch some water with the promise he’d be right back.

Morality got Anx into the bed and pulled the covers up over him and hesitated for a moment. Sometimes after an attack Anxiety just wanted to be left alone to sleep and other times he needed someone to stay with him. He was unsure if he’d even want him around after he had been so neglectful. He noticed the glassy look in Anxiety’s eyes, and worried that the kid was disassociating a bit, quickly made a decision. Kicking off his shoes he climbed into the bed behind Anx and hauled him close to his chest. He relaxed a little when he felt Anxiety melt against him and instantly fall asleep. Prince came back into the room then, he set the glass down and watched them with a haunted face for a moment. Morality could see his own feelings of guilt reflected in Prince’s face,  but before he could reassure him the other had retreated. He had really disappointed both of these boys and the pain of it constricted his chest. He fought to keep his own tears at bay, knowing he was not the one to be focused on right now, but he couldn’t stop them as they slipped from the corners of his eyes. He had failed and the taste was bitter on his tongue. He tried to remember the words he’d use to reassure Anx when he’d expressed similar feelings of guilt, but when directed at himself the words felt hollow, meaningless. He felt heavy under the emotions and wished for Logic who’d distract him with fun facts or by trying to teach him to compartmentalize or just by cuddling close to him.

Again, not about you. He thought to himself. He needed to make sure Anxiety was well asleep, then he needed to find Prince and make sure he was okay. And while he was at it, Logic had been at his desk for several hours now and probably needed to be reminded to stand up and maybe get a snack. He sighed pulling the sleeping form closer to him, exhaustion battled with the guilt in his mind. Of course the guilt won out and he forced himself out of bed.

He found Prince outside practicing with his sword. Practicing being a loose term because rather than the smooth, elegant moves he was used to seeing; Prince’s slashing and thrusting was frenzied, with an almost savage edge to him.

“Roman?” Prince swung around wildly sword flicking up towards Morality  before he realized who it was and let the tip drop. “I’m so sorry son, I never wanted you to see that.” He stepped forward to pull Prince into a hug. The royal stood stiffly for a moment, refusing to be comforted.

“I was so useless. I didn’t know what to do, I couldn’t help him.” Prince whispered in a harsh rush.  Morality rubbed his hand in circles across Roman’s back, giving him a tight squeeze when he finally hugged back.

“You did well.”

“No, I’ve never been so scared.” This was said in a sob and if Morality had been feeling guilty earlier, it was now doubled.

“Now that the two are you are spending so much time together I could teach you how to help him get through them, if you want. Or I am more than happy to do it, it is my job after all and no one will think less of you for letting me do it.”

Prince stared at him with watery eyes for a moment, seriously considering it. Morality was glad for it, it wasn’t anything small he was asking.

“I want to learn” he finally said.

“Good. In the meantime, Anxiety could use someone there when he wakes up. He will probably be ashamed that you saw what you did so be very comforting and reassuring.” Prince gulped but nodded and walked towards the house, the determined set of his shoulders was familiar and it soothed him a bit.

His next stop was Logics desk where he paused long enough to share a pb&j with the man and convince him to stand and do a few toe touches. Logic remarked on how tired he looked, but Morality quickly brushed him off, not wanting to be taken care of right now. He took a deep breath, he had one more person to check on. Someone who was probably feeling at least some of the overwhelming feelings that three of his four sides had been feeling.  He took a deep breath and plastered on a big smile before popping up next to him. Thomas was sitting identically to how he’d left logic, Dad figured he must be homing in on the only calm side he had at the moment.

“Hey kiddo how’s it hangin?” Morality said brightly.

“Ah, Dad-guy, what are you doing here?” Thomas said after nearly jumping out of his chair.

“I just know things have been  kinda turbulent on our end,” He laughed trying to downplay just how bad the day had been. “And I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Ya no kidding. I’m fine,I’m just tired, i don’t know why.” Morality knew why.

“Well hey, the script you're working on looks like it's coming along great and it is getting kind of late, why don’t you scoot off to bed.”

“I’m in the groove, I don’t really want to stop.”

“Thomas, I really think you oughta get to bed, rest up the old brain.”  Thomas gave him a strange look at the thinly veiled command but eventually just shrugged and complied.

Back in the mindscape Morality shuffled to his own bed and fell onto it face first. The house was quiet except for the faint scratching of Logic’s pen across the page. He should probably get up and make him go to bed as well. But Morality was burnt out, to tired to hide what he was feeling from the analytical side. And whilst Logan may not understand the deeper emotions he would still try to comfort him. Morality did not want to be taken care of, did not deserve to be taken care of. Still, Logic really needed to go to bed and he should probably check on Anx and Princey before he passed out for the night. Morality counted to ten and then once again forced himself to get out of bed. He poked his head into Logan’s room, hoping that if he was quick enough the other wouldn’t notice anything was wrong.

“Five minutes the lights out,mkay? “ He said, once again adopting his usual happy tone. Logic didn’t even look up, merely grunting in agreement. He closed the door quickly and hurried down the hall to Anxiety's room, opening the door slowly so as not to wake anyone up. To his surprise Anx was awake, he brought a finger to his lips then gestured to a sleeping Prince who had an iron grip around his waist.

“How you feeling?” Morality whispered, moving to sit on Anxiety’s side of the bed.

“I’m okay. Can you hand me that water? This guy won’t let me move.” Anx chuckled. Morality was relieved to hear the sound and quickly gave him the abandoned glass.

“He wants to learn how to help you, you know?”  Dad said carefully, trying to judge the other's reaction. Anxiety seemed to be frozen in place for a moment, and Morality in turn held his breath. But then, to his surprise, Anxiety smiled down at the man sleeping next to him.

“I think I’d like that.” Dad grinned at that, the first real grin of the night. He leaned forward to place a fatherly kiss on Anx’s forehead before standing to leave.

“You’re not going to stay?”

“Aren’t you mad at me?”

“Why would I be?”

“Anxiety, this last attack was my fault. I wasn’t watching you. I...I let you down.” Anxiety snorted a laugh at that, loud enough to make Prince stir in his sleep.  Morality felt slightly offended and turned to leave.

“Don’t let me rub off on you, you know very well this wasn’t your fault.”  With that Anxiety pushed Prince until he moved over with a grumble. Anx also slid over, making room for him on the bed. “Well come on then,”

Once again tears swam in his eyes as he slid in next to the other two.  A few minutes later Logic came looking for him, he  opened the door quietly and tried to get into bed. There was much grumbling but quickly the four of them were sleeping more soundly than they had in a long time.