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[pangolinheart]

Last Dance In Ishgard

I finally finished my 2nd FFXIV OC Swap gift for the lovely @waldwasser! They requested a fic surrounding the Swap's themes of "Masquerade" or "All Saints Wake" and gave me a few starting ideas that grew into this fic. I hope that it was everything you were expecting! Thank you to the organizers of the swap, and to the people who helped me beta-read the final cut of the story! This was a lot of fun to think about and write, so I had a blast! Go check out Waldwasser's OCs on their blog!

[doodl3]

MLP Fight for Equestria AU Part 1

First editation

Today was the celebration of the Fall Festival, and the Mane Six had just finished preparations.

Rarity and Twilight worked together making Autumn themed decoration, a dashing design of a red leaf on a cinnamon banner. Applejack and Pinkie pie baked and set up apple themed dishes for everyone to enjoy. Fluttershy flew around adorning Rarity’s decor with berries and other plants of nature. Rainbow dash lead a team to chase away any cloud that dated to form in the sky.

The sky..

The sky has an odd look to it. The lemon drop of color the sun usually was in the sunset was a deep maroon. Truly, it was the last day of summer, but why was Celestia lowering it in such an odd way? It seems no different- but..

Twilight shrugs the thought away. There is no time to question the Princess, as guests are beginning to flood the clearing, patiently awaiting her announcement.

She looks to her friends, hoping for a boost of encouragement. Pinkie grins, Apple nods in approval.

“Go on, darling.” Rarity chimes, waving Twilight off with a hoof.

Twilight has the best friends in the world.

And so she begins her speech.

“Ponies of Ponyville and guests from across Equestria, thank you for your patience and presence. Tonight is a special evening of the year. This gathering marks the end of summer, and the beginning of autumn. So let's banish the heat, and bring forth the cool winds of the year!”

Everypony cheers and slowly begin to disperse as Twilight recedes from the stage and Trixie begins her own show.

“Way to go, Twi!” Rainbow chirps from above, hovering lazily as though she was not beating the air to stay afloat. Twilight shakes her head.

“Its not that much, no need to applaud,” she chuckles sheepishly.

“Well, to be honest,” Applejack winks, “It still ain't easy to do any of that public speaking, so you did great.”

“Thanks, Applejack.” Twilight says, relenting and accepting the praise.

The lavender mare takes a moment to take it all in. The festival was going great, the smell of autumn winds tickling her mane..

“WHAT'S THAT?”

An unrecognizable voice erupts from the crowd, and suddenly everypony is looking up. One of Trixie’s fireworks were spiraling out of control.

Wait…

Twilight squints.

It's a meteor.

Original, made by @cagemasterfantasy (awesome moot)

[carousel-crows]

the lovely @the-ace-with-spades is has been so amazing. thanks to the reminder about WIPs, i'm going to share something i've been working on!

" Mav never really liked autumn. he'd always preferred the sunny, sharp days of summer. he never really liked the cold, not since before his mother died. it was always lonely and bleak. He didn't like to be reminded of all those empty days, those empty rooms.

Goose helped, because of course he did. Bright smile, soft eyes, honking laugh. Goose seemed like the incarnation of summer, even on those crisp October nights.

But now Goose is dead, cold and blank and stuck in the ground.

On those worse nights, when his memory torments him endlessly, he wraps himself in a blanket or a shirt of Goose's to keep warm. But even that taunts him of his mistake, of his tragic cause. "

y'all i promise it gets happier,,,,,

[doodl3]

I sigh and shake my head, leaning back in my chair as I stretch back my pale arms, teal and yellow fingertips unfolding together.

"Each session is 2 hours, right? How long do you want the vid to be, Slimer?" I grin into the nonexistent camera. Oh well.

Slimer didnt reply at first. I can always tell when somethings off about my boss. I rap my fingers quietly on my desk, giving him time.

"Half an hour," he says finally, "Try to cut out most of my space outs during the session. I dont want my followers to think somethings happening to me."

Right back to radio silence.

"You're the boss, boss. Ill be sure to get it in by next thursday."

3rd life Remastered Part 1 (Session 1)

Hello dear reader and welcome to 3rd life remastered a few things before you continue reading. First off it is highly recommended to read the prologue before this it will give you vital information about the rules of this book. Secondly the people portrayed in this story are real but are used in a fictional manner. None of what they say or deal is real this is all satire so do not go harrass the people in this book for it please. Third and this is the most important thing the main purpose of this story is to help raise awareness for those struggling with mental health and thus my warning. This story contains touchy topics of suicide and self-harm please do not read this if you are sensitive to that stuff if you aren't then please read with caution. This story is not for the faint of heart. With that said enjoy my first book

Grian says to everyone at spawn but me who is currently not there "Hello everyone and welcome to 3rd life remastered we have the whole crew here but where could our mystery player be?" I am currently running away from the group off of there camera as Grian says "That's right our mystery player is already in the server with us but he is hidden somewhere on this map stay tuned maybe you'll see who it is."

My name is TheFlyingSlime I run a Youtube channel by the same name and go by Slimer. I have been doing Youtube for the past 10 years and have 6.5 million subscribers and have no intentions of stopping anytime soon. I have collabed with everyone in the Life Series at least once (Mainly Grian as he lives 20 minutes away from me) and now I am finally a member of the Life Series. I am happy. I am fine. Nothing could go wrong..... at least that's what I want everyone to think but deep down there is a dark secret that I am hiding from everyone else. See I caught my wife Laura cheating on me 2 months ago and a few weeks later she divorced me right in front of Grian. What he doesn't know is that did a massive spike to my sanity. I lost almost everything. I am now stuck in a tiny apartment with not much but the one person (Grian aside) that I have left my 2 year old Golden Retriever Rylee. And I still got to keep my computer mic headphones and Camera. Aside from that. I am not not happy. I am not fine. Something could go wrong at any minute. I just don't want them finding out. Little did I know they were about to find out in the worst way possible. This is the day where it all began.

I find myself at the Cherry Blossom Biome after wandering a bit I find myself at an Ocean Biome. "Perfect" I say. "What's going on guys Slimer here and welcome to 3rd Life Remastered. That's right I'm the mystery player. And everyone who isn't subscribed doesn't know that yet. Now like always let's see how I unintentionally embarrass myself my slimelets (What I call my followers). And we found a Ocean Biome so-" "Hello is someone there?" "That better not be" I see Smajor1995 emerge from the Cherry Blossom with TangoTek behind him. "Eyyy my buddies" Scott: That's right guys our mystery player is none other than Slimer. The one I beat big time at Bedwars. TangoTek: And I lost miserably in that round. "Well you still beat me in TNT Run" TangoTek: I suppose that's true. So whatcha doin here? "I'm thinking of building a pirate ship here. Interested?" Scott: "Not a bad idea if you don't mind someone sneaking up and setting the whole thing on fire but I like it" I look happy "Great so let's set out for materials leave the trees close to the shore alone I have an idea for an alarm system" Tango: And what's that "I'm going to the Ancient City to set up Shulk Shriekers" Scott looks at me like I just turned into an Elephant Scott: Are you absolutely insane one mess up and you're dead "Look I just think that the Shriekers will alert us if someone approaches" A message then appears in everyone's chat saying the Boogeyman and partner are being chosen in 1 minute. "Hey if any of us get chosen can we make an agreement?" Tango: What is it? "If any of us is the Boogeyman or the Partner can we agree that we won't kill each other?" Scott: "Of course of course we won't- Hey there's a name coming from the trees." "Oh no it's Jimmy the loser" Jimmy: "HEY I am not a loser" The message 5....4.......3..........2...........1.............You are.......................................Not the Boogeyman or Partner

Everyone present breathes a sigh of relief simultaneously. "Anyway loser what are you doing here?" Jimmy: So our mystery player is Slimer eh btw I'm not the only one who's here. "Yeah Scott and Tango are with me too" Jimmy: And 2 other people. "Who?" I then hear 2 voices "Bdubs and Scar huh? HAHAHAHAHA WHAT'S GOOD" Scar: Hey there so you're our mystery player huh? Bdubs: What's going on Slimer? Hhahahahahah "My 2 favorite people" Scott and Tango simultaneously say "HEY WHAT ABOUT US?" "Hey I like you guys too hey everyone I was thinking of making a pirate ship called Pirate's Cove everyone in" Scar: Oooooh I like the sound of that Bdubs: I've always wanted to be a pirate I'm in Jimmy: Pirates eh? Can't say I haven't thought of that before. Eh why not? "Alright let's get our resources I meanwhile am heading to the Ancient City for Skulk Shriekers" Jimmy: Seems I'm not Jimmy the loser for long you're gonna die "No I won't I'm sneaky I'm stealthy and I know how to troll and use mods" Scar: "And unintentionally embarrass yourself I may add" Rylee lays down in my lap "Aww hi Ry Ry" Bdubs: Aww I wish I could have a fluffy puppy "Then go adopt a fluffy puppy" I say as I head to the ancient city after setting my spawn on the beach

I finally make it to the deep dark and water bucket clutch and sneak immediately whispering "ooooooh that was close look at how close I was to that" I then start to hear voices in my head "Your teamates don't care about you" They will just use your for your own gains" I put my hands on my head and grunt reaching for my inhaler as a panic attack starts and I'm breathing heavily "You should just give up you aren't fit for the Life Series" I put my inhaler in my mouth and see Etho's name Etho: "Hey Slimer *he says whispering* you ok? you sound out of breath" I don't respond right away Etho: "Slimer hey focus" I snap back into reality Me: Oh hey Etho *I accidentely trigger a Shrieker and whisper* Oh no that's strike 1 for me" Etho: Yeah be quiet less you want to get obliterated" Me: Ok ok *I say whispering* So why are you hear?" Etho: Trying to get some loot before everyone else you?" Me: Using the Shriekers as alarm systems for my base" Mumbo then suddenly falls from the ceiling and water bucket clutches Me: AHHHHHHHHHHHH *I activate another Shrieker* Etho: I told you to be quiet" Me: Excuse me for getting spooked by a falling mustache Mr.Ninja" Mumbo pulls out a spyglass and whispers Aha Me: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO" strike 3 the Warden is summoned as we all scatter Etho follows me and I get an uneasy feeling Etho: Don't worry I have your back" After a few minutes Etho pulls out a iron sword and hits me with it Me: NOOO" The Warden who's nearby hears me and fires a sonic blast at me dealing a huge chunk of damage to me although I do manage to get away Etho is hot on my tail as soon as he sees Mumbo he shouts Etho: He's getting away get him" Mumbo then charges at me and criticals me I try to fight back but I'm on my last heart and Etho gets the kill as the message "TheFlyingSlime was slain by Ethoslab" appears and everyone of the players in the chat go wild.

I am in utter disbelief as I respawn at the now complete ship everyone in utter disbelief but still laughing a bit. Scar: You didn't you died to the Bogey huh?" Jimmy: WHO'S THE LOSER NOW" I am not there I am hearing the voices again "You should just give up you aren't going to win" "You're pathetic you're a big fat letdown who'll never be good at anything" *I hear mocking laughing as I snapped back into reality* Bdubs: Hey Earth to Slimer what happened?" I shake my head Me: Er right Etho was the Boogeyman and I'm NOW THE FIRST YELLOW NAME" Scott: Calm down alright it's not that big of a deal what happened?

I take a deep breath and begin talking Me: I went down there and Etho was down there I forgot to whisper and accidentally activated a Shrieker that was strike 1. Strike 2 a mustache fell from the ceiling. and caused me to scream. Jimmy: MUMBO WAS THE PARTNER? Me: Yes but I didn't know right away but strike 3 he did that stupid AHA with the spyglass and he knows very well I hate that. So I shouted NOOOOOOOOO and that was strike 3. Got an uneasy feeling while Etho was following me he attacked me Warden sonic blasted me Mumbo criticaled me and you know what happens next. Scott: Well we sure aren't letting Etho or Mumbo near here we'll protect you until we turn Red that is our agreement" Bdubs: Yeah that wasn't cool what they did picking on the new guy. I could take both of them" Me: Honestly I could have taken them if Mumbo hadn't gotten a crit.

After some more building Pirates Cove is officially finished.

Tango: Hey since you are Yellow and you went through a lot down there you can be the captain" Bdubs: Hey why can't we be the captain?" I lean into my mic and do my best Bdubs impression Me: There's lava up here" Everyone but Bdubs bursts out laughing Bdubs: Stop bringing that up" Me: Then stop making your deaths so hilariously funny" Another death message appears "Bigbst4tz2 hit the ground too hard while trying to escape Grian" Scott: Are you kidding me not even an hour after this one dies you should stay in the captain's quarters and Not. Leave. The. Ship" "You don't need to tell me twice" Grian types in the chat No I am not the Bogey I was the Partner but I helped the Bogey get a kill and that Bogey was Tay. For the record it still counts if the Partner gets a kill so long as the Bogey also participated and gets a hit Me: I will keep that in mind"

I go into the Captains quarters and see Tnt Cannons as Tango comes back Tango: Got some more Redstone for the cannons." Scott: Our Captain Slimer is still holed up in there we aren't taking any chances losing our captain" Tango: Slimer you ok to talk? Me: Come on in Tango I trust you" Tango: Hey we made an agreement not to kill each other so long as we aren't red remember" Me: Enter then" Tango enters and goes to the cannons Tango: Made these myself ready to watch them fire off? Me: You know it" As Tango fires one off Cleo comes out from the treeline and narrowly avoids getting hit and everyone is laughing as Cleo storms over to the ship Cleo: WHICH ONE OF YOU BUFFOONS WAS RESPONSIBLE FOR THAT" Me and Tango exit and see Cleo Cleo: Well well well Tango and Slimer what an absolute surprise Me: Tango was the one who fired the cannon" Tango: Nice going" Cleo: Are you absolutely mental? Me: To his credit we didn't expect you to be coming out of the treeline and almost get hit" Cleo: I actually came over to join you guys and see what you were up to and I almost get blown up and I see you have Jimmy with you that's a bad choice and Scar as well why am I not surprised" Scar: Hey back off we both lost pets this year and he feeds me with a ton of juicy Star Wars content and on top of that me and him are both medical buddies me having Neuromusclar disease and him having Asthma" Scott: Yeah he has Chronic Lung Cancer go a bit easy on him" Me: Scott thanks but please don't joke about that please it's not funny" Scott: I was being serious" I start to hear the voices again "Seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee? They don't care about you making jokes at your expense. They don't love you at all" Me: Not again Bdubs: What's wrong" Jimmy: Are you feeling ok?" Scar: Hey is your Asthma kicking in?" I start breathing little heavily "Just accept your fate you useless worm nobody will miss you" Bdubs: HEY EARTH TO SLIMER Cleo: Slimer why have you gone quiet?" I suddenly snap out of it Me: Oh uh sorry I was just thinking how funny it would have been if Cleo died and became yellow like me" Cleo: THAT IS NOT FUNNY" Jimmy: It is a little funny" Cleo: I'll show you funny" Me: Hey let's not fight on my ship please"

Grian then types in the chat end of session everyone to spawn

As we head to spawn Grian is there with Impulse and Pearl there

Grian: Explain to everyone why you're in the center and why" Impulse: I was the next Bogey and couldn't get a kill Pearl: I was the partner and couldn't help to get a kill Grian: So as punishment the server is going to be giving you a extremely hard task if you do not complete it by the end of next session you immediately become Red if you are not already. Me: Question? Grian: Yes? Me: What if you're Red and you don't complete the task Grian: Then you are immediately eliminated at the end of the session in front of everyone that still remains. Assuming you're still alive that is and believe me the Red tasks are brutal." Me: What about the Partner? Grian: The Partner doesn't get a task it's whoever the Bogey is. Oh and I know what you're going to ask and yes if you are a Red Name like in Secret Life you are allowed to sabotage the one with the task with one guess and immediately cause to fail should you guess right. However if someone that is yellow or green guesses it you are not counted as failing unless the task specifically says that you fail if someone calls you out. And finally yes you are only allowed to share what your task is to The Partner and nobody else unless the task says otherwise."

Purple swirls surround Impulse and a book appears in his hand Impulse: Oh NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

The voices begin again as I am about to join the Discord and chat with the rest of the players in a group call but first I send my footage to my editor @doodl3 and tell her "Here's your footage go on and laugh if you want I embarrassed myself yet again like I always do" Then the voices pick up "Liar" "Deceiver"

End of part 1 next is the Irl segment part 1

Prologue

[hazellevessque]

I don’t know about you but Auggie Pullman from Wonder is feeling 22

[puppyeared]

what if i snapped and made an oc carrd

[eruden-writes]

Scent Match - Part 9 (Augustine & Amber)

lycan x human celebrity x non-celebrity

Summary: When Amber Dyer decided to attend a Creator Con, she never expected to run into Of Wolf and Blood lycan heartthrob, Augustine Prime.

But, there he was, stooping over her table, asking to buy the unflattering drawing of his character. Valuing integrity over taking money from a celebrity and running (though she was sorely tempted,) Amber finishes the sketch and delivers it to Augustine.

However, he continues to doggedly pursue her and entwine their lives.

All because of her scent.

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Given Augustine’s consent, Amber hummed and closed her eyes to focus on her task. For a time, she focused on him. It was easier to focus on pleasuring him than to combat the simmering embarrassment at the edges of her thoughts. As her mouth worked up and down his length, her fingers toyed with his knot with light touches. The heat emanating from him, the graze of his fur against her, the way his breath caught when her tongue traversed over a particularly good spot.

Yeah, this was simpler than her own deep-brewing emotions. It also distracted her from the memories with prior partners, their mean laughter or-

Amber shoved the recollections from her head. No. She was focusing on this, focusing on Augustine. All other thoughts dissipated as her focus zeroed in on him.

Unaware of the emotional minutiae plaguing Amber’s thoughts, Augustine relished in the circumstance. The hot, soft feel of her paired with her steady pace agonized and thrilled him. He wanted more. His fingers flexed briefly, tempted to grab her by the head, but he dug his claws into the sheets. Keeping his hips from bucking into her warm mouth was harder, but he managed.

The last thing he wanted to do was risk startling her or scaring her off. He didn’t want to see her disappointed or affronted expression if he reciprocated. This was entirely about her getting comfortable with him.

Besides, Amber’s mouth and hands were plenty enough to focus on without him touching her.

But, gods, he wanted to touch her.

Augustine bit down on the desire, sinking back onto the bed to just feel Amber’s mouth work or her hands caress him. Warmth and wetness and the little, absentminded sounds she made while on his cock razed through him.

She hadn’t taken him fully into her mouth again. While her head bobbed, one of her hands stroked his neglected length as her other hand stroked his knot. As soon as her pace increased, as soon as she took a little more of him with every pass, heat tightened in his center. In small ways, Augustine tried to shift for fuller friction, more sensation, as he pressed his head back and panted, deep rumbles echoing in his chest.

It was only after a particular squeeze of her hand and a dip of her head that Augustine realized the pressure building in him was cresting. A sudden throb through his cock, drawing a grunt from him, made him all the more aware of his oncoming orgasm. “A-Amber, I’m gonna come if you don’t st– Fuck.”

Augustine jerked forward, off the bed, as she took him fully in her mouth again, both hands squeezing at his knot. He curled over Amber’s head with his hands crooked and twitching. He just barely kept from grabbing her, from pushing her further down as his hips finished her job. His chest heaved as she stared at her, lips pressed to his knot and expression one of calm.

“Mhm?” She hummed, staring up at Augustine innocently as her fingers alternated in squeezing touches.

Amber couldn’t hide the slight curl of her lips as Augustine stared down at her. He looked quite the sight. Fur mussed and golden eyes wide, ears pricked forward. The movement of his hands hadn’t been missed, either. He was close to just grabbing her, but was holding back. Part of her appreciated that.

“I’m gonna come in your mouth if you don’t stop,” he explained, tone tinged with desperation and concern. Augustine could feel Amber’s amusement as her smile twitched around him. He had to swallow down his nerves before he managed to press further, “Are you okay with that?”

She gave a positive hum, but when his concern didn’t soften, she gave him a nod. Well, as good of a nod as she could give with her mouth being full of him.

Still, Augustine didn’t jump on her consent. He wasn’t sure how well his restraint would hold out and, given the moment’s pause, he had to ask, “Can I thrust and touch you?”

Amber lazily bobbed her head up and down his cock, feeling how his member twitched against her tongue as she thought. On the second pass, she pulled off him, swiping the back of her palm against her mouth to wipe away any stray spittle. “Don’t choke me or force me down, alright?”

A bright expression lit up his face as he nodded excitedly. His reaction made something in Amber twist, delighted and a little uncertain. Augustine’s hand landing softly on her head dissipated any potential concerns. At his gentle guidance, Amber neared his dick again, taking him in her mouth in a languid fashion.

With one hand braced on the bed, the other holding the back of her head, Augustine half-stood from the bed. The return of her hot, moist mouth ignited heat down his spine. He thanked his stars for the foresight in asking for more control. If he hadn’t, he wasn’t sure how well he would have held out.

His pace began slowly, feeling Amber’s reactions out until he dared to pump his hips faster, a little harder. Augustine was still cognizant of her reactions, her body language. He adjusted his pace, the power of his thrusts, based on Amber’s sounds and the way she tensed or relaxed. Soon, he found a satisfactory pace, though with every whimper or gasp from her, he had to fight the urge to bare down harder.

Not in charge of the pace any longer, Amber closed her eyes and let her hands drift up and down his tense thighs, feeling the muscles strain beneath his fur. Despite not being in full charge, she still rocked on her knees to meet his thrusts, pushing him further down her throat that he would have otherwise gone.

He was being careful, she knew. Complicated feelings swirled inside her, though mostly carnal heat pounded at her center. She forced those complicated feelings further from thought by focusing on the situation. The way Augustine’s hips jerked, his fur dragging across her cheeks, his claws curving a little further against her scalp as his hips moved, his breaths escaping as panting half-groans.

As his pace increased, Amber rocked faster and harder against him. His pulse throbbed against her tongue, cock twitching with every thrust. Led by instinct, her hands drifted back to his knot and squeezed tight with his every thrust. By the third squeeze, his cock bounced wildly just before thick heat exploded in her mouth. Augustine snarled - the sound scraping deliciously down Amber’s spine - and jerked forward, curling over her.

His body wracked with trembles, Amber once again took over. Pulling back enough so she could milk his length, she swallowed down mouthfuls of his slight salty-sweetness while Augustine continued to groan and twitch.

Only when she was sure he was done did Amber lean back, again wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand as she stared up at him. He wasn’t entirely terrible to get naughty with, she decided. Of course, a blowjob didn’t say much, but at least she enjoyed his taste, his sounds, the way he tensed and moved.

Above all else, Augustine had been attentive and accommodating.

Her stare hadn’t been lost on Augustine. As much as he relished in her attention, he couldn’t help but feel there had to be more. Maybe she expected more. He waited for her to say something, sensing the pensive nature of her thoughts, before he decided to break the silence. “Do you want me to return the favor?”

“What do you mean?” Amber cocked her head to the side, his question interrupting her own thoughts on their encounter.

“I could eat you out.” His orgasm must have burned his own caution to a crisp, Augustine realized as Amber’s eyes widened. He couldn’t tear his intent gaze from Amber as his nose twitched. Sweet lust still stained the air, tugging at his instincts. “I know you’re wet and aroused. I can smell it on you.”

Amber’s eyes dropped to his maw. A thrill sliced down her spine as Augustine licked his chops, flashing one of those wolfish smiles at her. Unable to meet his gaze with the flush burning her cheeks, she focused on a patch of Augustine’s thigh.

Just when he thought she was going to reject his offer, Amber mumbled, “Yeah, sure.”

In no time, Augustine had her tossed to the bed, back to the mattress. He’d managed to haul her up farther on the bed so he could kneel between her legs. The sensation of his warm hands, rough pads grazing her thighs, made Amber yelp and half-raise up on her elbows.

His actions froze, gold eyes darting to her. Amber’s heart skipped in her chest, feeling equal parts shameful and disconcerted. “I-I don’t want to get fully naked.”

A gentle smile crossed Augustine’s lips as he tilted his head to the side a little. “I have to take your panties off at least.”

Under his soft look, Amber clamped her mouth shut as heat burned hotly across her cheeks. He was going to find out. She was commando under her dress and sopping wet with excitement. Amber couldn’t bring herself to tell him verbally, though.

Augustine soon found the reason for her sudden silence. As his hands edged further up, nudging the hem of her dress higher and higher, there was no further fabric separating him from Amber. He stared down at her bared pussy, eyes roving as his nose twitched. Between the sight and her unhindered heady scent, his mouth watered obscenely. She must have felt his hungry eyes on her naked form, since she fell back and covered her face with her arms. Her self-conscious little whine only stoked lurid feelings within Augustine.

He wanted her to know how wonderful, how beautiful she was to him.

Amber swallowed a whimper as she sensed his mouth close in on her, feeling his breaths puff along her naked flesh. Anticipation and arousal coiled through her nerves, refusing any self-conscious inclination to pull away. The sensation of his tongue - hot and broad and wet - tentatively tracing her slit made Amber’s whole body jerk. Delight blossomed out along her nerves, replacing uncertainty with need.

Her reaction stoked excitement in Augustine as her scent, fuller and heady between her thighs, dizzied him. Or maybe it was her taste on his tongue, so sweet it pulled a moan from him. Before he had even let his mouth touch her, she was wet and glistening and so, so beautiful. He needed to hear more, feel her tense and shudder, come undone under his mouth. Moving faster, more intent, his tongue swirled around Amber's clit, feeling her curve off the bed with a keening whimper.

It was embarrassing to Amber how quickly she devolved into a trembling mess under his eager licking. She wasn't even sure when she lifted her hips to meet his hot wet maw or when her hand had migrated to the back of his head, fingers buried in his fur. Her other hand fisted into the sheets, bunching fabric under crooked digits. A creeping sense of heat crawled over Amber's body as her open-mouthed gasps tangled with her moans.

Augustine's growl and the way he bore down harder, his tongue delving into her and curving to nudge against her little erogenous spot, made a thrill twang through Amber. Even the graze of his teeth made her nerves burn with excitement. She wanted more, wanted to really feel everything Augustine had to offer, take it all.

Again her body jerked, her knees rising to squeeze against Augustine's head.

She wasn’t sure how long his eager lapping went on, how long she was a writhing and moaning mess under his tongue. Pleasure seared through her body and rebounded to simmer through her as a fresh wave crashed over her. Maddening and delirious. The carnal joy almost hurt as her body tightly clenched and tensed, twisting under preparation.

When the pressure crested and slammed through her, Amber lurched forward. “Augustine!”

Her thighs clamped tight to the sides of his face, pressing him closer to her center. Not that he needed goading. Her cry coupled with her orgasm sent a possessive pulse through him and he continued to tongue her.

Amber’s head lolled back, breathy moans escaping her even as Augustine happily licked up her taste. A few languorous moments passed as he licked her clean, before he finally pulled away.

A delightful singe crept over her body even as he pulled away. The shift of his fur against her bare thighs tickled, making her arch and sigh. Then Augustine’s words crashed through her afterglow, “Made you scream my name.”

Amber’s eyes snapped open, renewed heat staining her cheeks as her head jerked to glare at him. “You–!”

She was about ready to push him away, thinking this had all gone according to some convoluted plan of his, before Augustine’s soft chuckle stopped her. “I prefer this to what I meant earlier.”

Unable to ignore her curiosity, Amber narrowed her eyes. “What did you mean earlier?”

His face fell, his eyes rolling toward the ceiling as a dour expression creased his features. Heaving a heavy sigh, he mimicked the put-out bemoan he’d heard many a-time before, “Augustine.”

Oh, that’s what he meant. Easing from her paranoia, she combed her fingers through his fur. There was a thread of pain beneath Augustine’s reenactment, something Amber didn’t quite know how to address.

“Well, you are exasperating,” she mused, teasing as gently as her touches felt.

“Yeah, I know,” he sighed as he closed his eyes, resigned to the thought. Between Amber’s touch and the cushion of her thigh, Augustine could have happily fallen asleep. Well, he could if his turgid erection wasn’t digging into the bed.

“I mean, you’ve asked me to marry you barely knowing me,” Amber went on, rolling her eyes. Part of her still needled for that more realistic outcome. Something where he’d laugh and pull away, say it was all a joke. On the other hand, part of her sympathized with the more sensible people in Augustine’s life. “I can’t imagine your manager or anyone else on your team is thrilled with that.”

Augustine’s head shifted as his eyes opened. “Speaking of that, do you think we’re compatible?”

“Stop that,” Amber hissed, fighting down the burst of adrenaline his glowing gold eyes and wolfish smile had on her heart. She also had to fight off a shameful delight as his arms slid under her thighs and his hands absentmindedly stroked her.

“I’m not doing anything,” he protested, his canine maw somehow curling into a pout as his eyes widened innocently.

Warmth clawed hotly over her cheeks as she glared down at him. “You were grinning at me.”

Her reaction only broke his pout apart into a broad grin. “So?”

“You’re embarrassing me.” Unable to get him to stop looking at her, Amber pressed her hands to her face to gain some reprieve. It only served to remind her how warm her blush burned.

"That's something you'll have to get used to,” Augustine laughed, pushing himself to his hands and knees before leaning over her. Instinct burned at his core to touch Amber more, to get closer, to get as close as he could. He knew he couldn’t exactly do what his instincts wanted, but that didn’t keep Augustine from wanting more contact. A hug, a cuddle, a touch. He’d take what he could get if Amber offered it.

He hadn’t realized just how close the move would place them or that his raging boner would brush against Amber’s still cocked leg until she jolted. Regardless of his momentary lapse in judgment, he poised his features into innocence as she stared up at him. She hadn’t jerked her leg away, so that had to be a good sign. Right?

Amber’s knee angled toward Augustine’s erection, the heat and firmness a beacon against her skin. Incredulity mingled with amusement as she laughed, “Are you hard again?”

“Yeah.” His head dipped and his ears drooped in a half-apologetic movement, before his eyes locked to hers. Even his ears rebounded, pricking forward with intent. “Want to do more?”

Amber knew he meant fucking, but a different kind of heat blossomed in the scant air between them. Her eyes flickered to his, trailed over his snout-esque features. How would it feel to kiss a lycan, she wondered? How could they match up a flat human mouth to that somewhat elongated maw?

Those curious thoughts crept through her head and, before she knew it, she was moving. One leg raised, hooking around his hip and drawing him closer.

Augustine held his breath, following Amber’s lead as he lowered himself slowly at her beckoning. Her other leg eased between his, knee propped up to rub her thigh against his hard-on. Involuntarily, his hips thrust into the friction, a deep moan vibrating through his chest.

It was her hands reaching up, softly grasping onto the sides of his head, that surprised Augustine. His eyes widened, ears pricking forward as Amber guided his face closer to hers. It was when her eyes fluttered shut, her lips puckered, his own heart stalled in his chest.

A flare of uncharacteristic self-consciousness made Augustine feel large and bumbling, even as he eagerly leaned in, his own eyes closing and lips parting for a sloppy - awkward - kiss.

Contact never game as a jarring sound blared through the air. Augustine’s eyes widened as he jerked from Amber’s grip, head swiveling to the source of the sound. It was a ringtone he had been taught to never ignore. “Shit, I need to take that."

He bounded from the bed, from Amber, before she registered the change in atmosphere. She blinked after him, watching as his tail disappeared through the bedroom door.

[pangolinheart]

I don't know if this is exactly what you're looking for, but here's a silly drabble I wrote a long, long time ago!

(It lived on my hard drive for a long time but I posted it for ease of access.)

I also have another old, old fic that has some fluff! There's a little angst so it might also not be what you're looking for, but jut in case!

I have felt absolutely sick with nerves the past couple days. Haven't been able to distract myself very well. Pain issues. A lot of doctor's visits. Some family trouble. Just too much going on really.

Can folks recommend or share some of their favorite fluff fics or art/gposes/etc?

Romantic or platonic. Any ship/friendship. I'd like something soft to chew on

[paperglader]

it’s only been like an hour since I finished the episode, and I already miss her 🥺

Laura Bailey what have you done to me?

[iiitsnotbase]

28 Arlo/Auggie?? (Maybe modernish au?)

This takes place in my college AU, 6 months later than were we are now!

Arlo had her head on Auggie’s chest, listening to him breathing in and out. Auggie looked down at her, and the hole in her hand. Since meeting her in the kitchen, the hole had never seemed to bug him, like it had bugged everyone else she had ever met. Ever the inquiring mind, Auggie had asked once what had happened. Arlo had given it in the briefest of terms. For now though, she lay with her head on his chest, listening to his breathing. 

“Arlo.” He said, “Please.” She sat up and looked at him, eyes wide and sad. “I have to go.” She leaned down and kissed him, softly on the mouth, then his cheek. “You are extremely distracting,” He said, smiling. She smiled right back at him. The sunrise cut across his eyes, making them shine emerald green, more so than they already were. Arlo also had an early-morning class today, so it wasn’t unnatural for her to be up at this hour. It wasn’t unnatural anyway, she thought, lifting her nightgown over her head. 

“Are you excited?” She asked absent-mindedly. She had never really thought of her back as beautiful before, but Auggie staring at it, dry-mouthed, was one of the finest sights she had ever seen. She turned her head over her back, and he remembered himself. 

“Very. I can’t wait to go back and tell them all the fancy words I’ve learnt. Like…” He struggled for a word he didn’t know. Arlo was still shirtless, silently enjoying the attention Auggie was giving her. “...Hm.”

“Hm?" She repeated, slipping on her undergarments and shirt. She knew she was running Auggie’s few, but something in that was exciting to her. Having some power, even if she, realistically, had none. “Something wrong?”

“Nah.” He said, “Just wondering how I got so lucky.” Arlo smiled and gave him her hand, which he took and kissed gently. “Seriously, what did I do to deserve you?” She smiled and looked down. 

“You’ll drive safe, right?” She asked. “Don’t do anything reckless? And you’ll come back.” She said. The last part wasn’t a question, it was more of a statement. You’ll come back. You won’t leave me. You’ll be back. 

“Course. Charlie and Howard would kill me if I didn’t.” He said, laughing. At the look on Arlo’s face, he knew this ran deeper. Her fear of abandonment was like a well-worn jacket, and she wore it well, most of the time. This time she just stared at him, the fear evident on her face. “Arlo, I swear. I’m gonna come back. I’ll call you when I get there, yeah?” She laughed, “And every day while I’m there.” Arlo nodded, content with the plan. She pulled on a skirt for the day. “Want me to walk you to class before I go?”

“Dressed like that?” She asked, looking at him. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. 

“I thought you liked me without a shirt on?” 

“I do, but I like it.” She leaned over and kissed his head. Auggie hadn’t known Arlo had a jealous streak in her, but he grinned. 

“I’ll put a shirt on.”

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if anyone wants to play the game is send me a candela duo/trio/group (platonic or romantic) and a number from this list and I'll write it!

[askblog-cvesocs]

General…

Auggie is demiromantic.

Reed is… romantic.

Auggie and Reed are basically a couple, but they’re not dating. Auggie doesn’t understand dating and the term “more than a friend”. He feels like “boyfriend” and “girlfriend” are just labels and that they’re kinda weird. When people are like “Awh, you guys are so cute together!” and “Reed totally likes you,” Auggie replies “So? I like him too. I like all my friends.”

Reed’s totally romantic with Auggie and Auggie doesn’t even know it’s romance. Like Reed and Auggie hold hands all the time, and Auggie will, out of habit, play with Reed’s fidget ring, Reed will tell him all the things he likes about him. Every single greeting, every time they see each other, even if it’s only been an hour, Reed will compliment him. Reed totally fawns over Auggie. Sometimes Reed will draw something and plan on giving it to Auggie, but he doesn’t give it to him. He’s probably got a bunch of drawings in his drawer that he was gonna give Auggie, but he didn’t. He would definitely make an origami heart and give it to Auggie. Auggie would smile and thank him, and neither of them think anything more of it.

Reed eventually figures out his feelings for Auggie and accepts it. He knows he likes him, but he never thought he liked him as more than a friend. He didn’t want to like him more than a friend. Reed would ask Auggie to be his boyfriend, but he doesn’t ever ask him because he knows that Auggie doesn’t understand dating. He also knows that if they do ever put that label on them, as boyfriends, it would somehow change things. Like if they were dating, it would be different, and he doesn’t want it to feel different.

(They both know that kissing isn’t something that friends would usually do, but they don’t care and they kiss each other anyways)

Auggreed is in season..

[pangolinheart]

Stars Above, Sea Below

I completely forgot to post this on Tumblr! This was a short piece I wrote as part of a small Secret Santa exchange held by the FFXIV OC Swap. I was assigned the lovely @amons-hat-enthusiast. I decided to write a little exchange between their delightful OC Matheli and Merlwyb!

[cringemesstickles]

Backfired

(TickleTober Day 30: Caught)

Summary: Instead of Chuck seeing an old lady and a dog, he gets a taste of his own medicine.

Pairing: Implied none

Word Count: 753

A/N: I just watched the movie again and now they’re in my head, so I had a last minute change of plan for todays prompt. Enjoy!

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Auggie prowled through the halls of the Bellows mansion, searching for his mischievous friend who was undoubtedly hiding and waiting to scare him.

Moments prior, Chuck had snuck up behind him and gave him a friendly little jumpscare before scurrying up the stairs with a childish giggle.

"Bet you can't catch me!!" He had called out in a playful voice, Disappearing from Auggie’s view.

"Chuck, if you jump out at me, I'm going to punch you in the throat."

Meanwhile, Chuck ran into one of the many rooms in search of a hiding spot.

"Chuck? You're not gonna scare me.

Upon hearing his friends voice, he jumped into a nearby wardrobe and tried to stifle his giggles.

He tried to calm the butterflies in his stomach, finding it increasingly harder to stay quiet while his friend called his name.

The blonde walked into one of the rooms and scanned his surroundings, only to find no sign of the shorter boy.

Just as he was about to walk away and search elsewhere, he heard a stifled giggle coming from an old wardrobe in the corner of the room.

Typical…

Rolling his eyes, he pretended to walk away, only to sneak back into the room and tip toe up to the beat up furniture.

Chuck felt his heart beating with anticipation, ready to frighten his uptight friend. But before he could burst through the wardrobe doors, Auggie beat him to the punch, flinging them open and grabbing him, causing him to emit a shriek of surprise.

“HA!” Cried Auggie, wrestling the other to the floor with ease. “Told you you weren’t gonna scare me.”

The dark haired boy froze for a second, not exactly expecting to be the victim of the scaring, or to be pinned down, for that matter.

When he snapped out of it, he smiled nervously and squirmed a bit, not quite liking the look in his friend’s eyes.

“Alright, you got me… now let me go.”

Auggie smiled mischievously, something that didn’t happen very often.

“Actually, no, Chuck, I don’t think I will… I’ve !been dealing with your games all night and I think I deserve some payback.”

Any questions that Chuck was about to ask were cut off by a sharp squeal, his friend’s fingers darting to his ribcage and wiggling with vigor.

“EEHE- AUGGIE, WHAT ARE YOU- HAHA!” He began to squirm and cackle, aimlessly grabbing at the taller boy’s swift hands.

The blonde smirked with satisfaction, thoroughly enjoying putting the trouble maker in his place.

“Well, Chuck, how’s it feel being on the receiving end of the joke?” He asked smugly, letting his nimble fingers spider across the boy’s tummy, delighting in the bubbly laughter it elicited.

“NOT BAHAHAD! HOW’S IT F-FEEL BEING A BIG DOHOHORK?!” Snarked the dark haired boy, his smile as playful as ever.

No thought in Auggie’s mind was telling him that Chuck wasn’t enjoying this; the boy just made it too obvious.

“Bold words for someone who’s completely at my mercy.”

“BITE ME, CLOWN- EEK- NONONO, NOT THAHAHAT!”

A high pitched squeal filled the room when Auggie switched his technique from spidering to digging, letting his fingers dig into the soft skin with precision.

“What? This? Can’t handle a little tickling? That’s real unfortunate, man… especially considering I’m not gonna stop until you promise not to mess with me for the rest of the night.” Teased the taller boy. Even in the dark, he was beginning to see a tint of red form on his friend’s cheeks, his usual bravado replaced by uncontrollable laughter.

“NOT A CHAHA- GAH- OKAY, OKAHAHAY, I PROMISE!”

Auggie had to laugh at how quickly Chuck changed his mind when he dipped a finger into the boy’s bellybutton.

True to his word, Auggie stopped his vengeful ministrations and let his friend up, holding out a hand for him to take.

Chuck took the hand he was offered, clumsily standing to his feet, gasping for breath as dramatically as he could.

“Tickling is sohoho not fair, man…” He whined, trying to form a playful pout, but unable to, due to the tickle induced smile that was glued to his face.

Auggie shrugged.

“Drastic times call for drastic measures. Now let’s go find the others and get out. It’s just plain creepy in here…”

“Who ordered the- AH- OKAY OKAY, I’M DOHOHONE!” Chuck giggled frantically, choosing not to finish his remark.

Chuck learned a very important lesson that night: Never push a clown over the edge.

Or do, because it’s fun.

[sepptember]

hereeeee

ITS SO BEAUTIFUL. I could get lost in the way you write— so many of the words you use and the concepts behind the poem is incredibly captivating.

'crimson liquor' I'm dead on the ground. cooked, even. those two words go so WELL together in the way you were using them. it made the poem so like, beautiful in a new way? I am so bad at using words to describe things, but this is genuinely so good.

[doodl3]

Im laying on my own bed, scrolling through social media shortly after congratulating Slimer. I love seeing fanart of him, from the young fan artists to some of those really deep fanfiction with crazy lore that we planted.

Thats when I see the clip.

I shoot up, holding back a gasp of disbelief, covering my mouth in horror. It looks too real. None of the lifers would do this.. I refuse to believe it.

Getting into a criss cross position and wiping my curly blonde hair from my face, I rapidly begin texting Slimer. No response.

Of all times, why now? He *always* responds in less than 5 minutes, even when on his walks with Rylee. Something is up.

I call him.

No answer.

Fluffnuggets.

@dungeonmastertyrant you have 10 missed calls and 74 unread messages under Doodl3's name.

You also have some beast taming to do

3rd Life Remastered Irl Segment 1 1/2

If you are just joining this and just happened upon this a warning it is highly recommended to read the prologue and Session 1 before continuing on here. With that being said while these people (save for Slimer) may be real everything they say or do is fictional this story is entirely satire. And most importantly a warning this story has sensitive topics mainly of self harm and suicide. The whole point of this story is to raise awareness for those that are struggling with Mental Health.

After sending my footage to Doodl3 I log into the discord and turn on my webcam and mic. "Hey Guys" I say looking at Mumbo "Hello Mustache or should I say no Mustache" Everyone except for Etho has their webcams on. Mumbo: "Hey I do too have a mustache. It's just very small and while I'm at it you're trying to tell me you aren't a real slime" Everyone bursts out laughing Etho: He has a point there "Etho I noticed in the Ancient City your voice sounding hoarse are you ok Etho: I'm sick right now but even still I won't miss a single session of this " "Yeah you definitely don't want to miss this" I hold Rylee up and get a bunch of awwws from everyone Scar: You take care of Rylee now Slimer" "He's my therapy dog but he's also a very friendly one" I wave his paw at everyone "He's all I have left" Bdubs: Wish I had a puppo" "Then get a puppo boyo" Bdubs: I would but it's a lot of work you're lucky you got a dog for free that loves you" "Wait till somebody else arrives it's like I don't exist to him" Impulse: Puppo" I wave Rylee's paw and feel a sharp pain in my chest followed by a whopping cough and unintentionally drop Rylee as everyone is gasping and going woah. I am reaching desperately for my inhaler Grian: Slimer do you need me to call 999?" I finally grab my inhaler and put it in my mouth and feel at ease gasping and coughing for breath as everyone looks relieved Me: Sorry about that everyone" Scar: Hey here's some advice for you don't apologize for something you can't control" Impulse: The important thing is that you are ok and we didn't lose a player" Jimmy: Yeah I need my captain" Bdubs: And I need my hype bro" Joel: I'm just glad nobody died" Me: Let's change the topic Bigb I noticed you died as well stage is all yours talk to us about what happened" Bigb: I was going back to my base to talk to Impulse Cleo and Etho and that's when Gem over there hit me from behind and crit me so I was running because I realized what was going on and that's when Grian comes out of nowhere and smacks me that's when I knew it was either Gem or Grian is Bogey. They unfortunately chased me to a cliff where Grian knocked me off" Me: Annoying voice as always Grian" Grian: HEY" Me: Well I'm going to feed Rylee and take him out I'll join you guys in a bit"

I leave the group alone and go to feed Rylee they all see me by his side petting him as he eat Scar: Aww him taking care of Rylee reminds of Jellie" I go to get Rylee's leash forgetting that my Webcam Mic and Discord is still on.

While I'm on my walk the sky is beautiful in the early evening. Traffic is slow but slowly speeding up Rylee is happy wagging his tail and he finally poops but that is when voices begin again "End it" "Kill yourself" "Bring Rylee with you" "You are nothing" A truck is coming by and I slowly walk to the edge of the sidewalk pulling Rylee with me the poor dog doesn't even know what's going on as I step closer to the edge and the truck is getting closer. Suddenly I snap back into reality realizing what's going on I drop the pooey bag grab Rylee and book it back to my apartment tears in my eyes.

Bdubs: So you give me the Golden Apples you have next session?" Scar: You my friend have yourself a de-" The door to my apartment bursts open tears in my eyes as I take Rylee's leash off and lay on the bed everyone going "Hey hey HEY HEY" as I pull my inhaler out and use it.

As I go to my computer I gulp trying to think of some lie Grian: I think all of us need to have a talk with you about what we just saw" Major: Why are you so upset did somebody hurt you" Scar: Talk to us we're all here for you" Mumbo: Please we're all worried for you" Cleo: Yeah what's wrong did something happen with you and Rylee?" I gulp and say "Kind of" Pearl: What do you mean kind of?" "Well I was on my walk and I started to space out" Gem: Why is that something to be upset about"

Realizing I have no way out I take a deep breath and say "I heard voices in my head while I was on my walk and" Grian's eyes go wide "I tried to walk in front of an oncoming truck with Rylee Scott: WHAT" Joel: THE" Bigb: HECK?" Grian: Are you actually kidding me right now?" I shake my head at Grian's question Grian: How long has this been going on for? Cleo: More importantly why haven't you told anybody?" "It's not as easy as you think I didn't tell you all of you for this reason" Scar looks absolutely hurt and shocked by this news Bigb: Didn't tell anybody for what reason you tried to kill yourself and your dog?" "Bigb it isn't as easy as you think I've been dealing with this since........" Bigb: Since when?" "....." Grian's eyes widen in realization Grian: Since your divorce? With Laura?" I nod my head Grian: And you didn't think to talk to me?" Me: It's not as easy as you think Grian the first step is always admitting you have a problem which is the hardest part" Grian: Hey calm down alright I'll be coming over to your place later tonight and me and you are going to have a very serious talk about what is going on and whether you can continue in the Life Series with us" Not feeling like I have a choice I nod and log out of Discord turning off my webcam and my mic.

A few hours later Doodl3 sends me a text "Yo dude you're blowing up" Me: What do you mean?" Doodl3: Check your subscriber count you just gained 1.5 million in the past 2 hours you are now at 8 million subscribers" Me: WHAT?" I check my phone at the latest video and scroll to the comments. "Man I feel sorry for this guy hearing voices in his head and suicide that would explain why he was always staring so blankly" I'm genuinely confused by what everyone is talking about and how they knew this information until I get a link from Doodl3 saying "you might want to check this out and after we have quite a bit to talk about" I click on the link and see it's my discord confession to the entire group somebody was recording me without any of us knowing and posted the video to an anonymous account.

Fury is in my eyes as I storm over to my computer where everyone is chatting about the video and scream "WHICH ONE OF YOU WAS IT" Grian: Calm down there is no need t-" "CALM DOWN CALM DOWN MY SUBSCRIBERS NOW KNOW ABOUT WHAT'S BEEN GOING ON WITH ME BECAUSE ONE OF YOU RECORDED AND FILMED IT AND YOU EXPECT ME TO BE CALM?" Scar: Getting angry isn't going to help with it" "WELL I'M ONLY ANGRY AT WHOEVER DID THIS" I break out into a coughing fit and use my inhaler again "So I give you guys a chance to stand up for yourself bring yourself forward whoever did it and I won't be angry" After nobody confesses I am fed up I lean into my mic and say "you know what everyone?" Grian: No I know that tone in your voice don't do it or you won't be getting the surprise I have for everyone" " SCREW ALL OF YOU" as chaos unfolds I log out of Discord turn off my mic and webcam and lay on my bed Rylee laying next to me wagging his tail and licking my tears away. Meanwhile my phone is blowing up from texts from Doodl3 Grian and everyone else.

I'm crying for I don't know how long before I feel a tightness in my chest and I knock my inhaler away I'm unable to get to it before I feel weak coughing and wheezing as my vision gets blurry and I fall to the ground. I hear my apartment door open and a faint voice ???: HEY" I see somebody pick up my inhaler and put it in my mouth ???: Hey you ok? "Who are-" I feel myself lifted on my couch Grian: Easy now it's ok" Me: Grian? How did you- Grian: you left your apartment door unlocked I heard you coughing so I came in to help you wondering if you were alright breathe compose yourself recover then we need to talk" Grian notices a violin near my bed and sees an opputunity to help Grian: You play?" I nod Grian: What songs do you like to play? Me: I can play any video game soundtrack but my personal favorite is Waterfall from Undertale but I'm currently practicing Blaze of Iris from Epic Battle Fantasy 5 that one is 7 and a half minutes" As Grian sees me calm down he begins to speak Grian: So how long have the voices been going on for?" Me: Ever since Laura......." Grian looks at me with a look of sympathy Grian: You loved her didn't you?" Me: Yes Rylee is all that i have left" Grian: Have you ever felt suicidal?" Me: Yes the voices ahve been telling me to end it from time to time but this is the first time I attempted it" I see Rylee lay on Grian's lap Me: Traitor" I say as I see him wag his tail Grian: Hello Ry Ry" He pets Rylee

Me: So you said you had a surprise for me?" Grian: For everyone actually we aren't doing anymore regular videos for this season we are heading over to Minecon Los Angelos for 2 weeks well except Etho he said he isn't feeling very well but he will still be in this season with us livestreaming as well we're all meeting up in person" My eyes go wide Me: What about Rylee I can't go anywhere without him" Grian: Don't worry I made arrangements for you and Rylee all of us you and I are going to the airport in 2 days so that we can go to Los Angelos the airport allows therapy dogs the limo all of us will be getting in will have enough room for all of us including Rylee. Everyone is on board pets are going to be looked at. And Hotel allows pets and" He whispers into my ear Grian: There's going to be food there when we arrive at the hotel for guests of honor all paid for beforehand so everyone can eat to their heart's delight" My eyes perk up Grian: There's a catch though you need to apologize to everyone for what you said to everyone because we don't know who uploaded that video and even if we did you can not and I repeat CAN NOT take your anger out on us" I look really guilty about what I said Grian: You know Bdubs daughter Ariana heard you say that and she is concerned she looks up to you she really loves your videos and to hear you say that to her father is a lot for her to go through"

I grab my phone and text @doodl3 "Yo listen I promise to explain everything but I have an important question for you how good are you at moderating a stream the rest of this season is going to be live at Minecon this year with everyone else more importantly will you be there?"

To be continued in segement 1 2.0

Previous

[maxparkhurst]

Small Reassurances

The morning was warm. But the ache in her knee was constant.

Grey light bled through the curtains and pooled at the window’s ledge. Soft shadows clung to the towers of books that cluttered the floor, beckoning for attention. Yet the Alchemist lingered in the dining nook set off from the kitchenette. Her stained fingers brushed along the table’s unblemished wood. Max and brother returned to Stormwind possessing little in the way of personal effects. Only a single chest had been offloaded from the ship’s brig. And its contents were quickly peddled off for quick funding. This table, along with the rest of the apartment’s furnishing, was here when they arrived the evening prior.

To say Max didn’t suspect duplicity would be a lie. She spent the majority of their first night skulking through the building’s halls, cheek pressed to the wall as if the plaster would relinquish its secrets. The only worrisome note she found was the consideration placed in its design; a lab possessed of two workstations occupied the understory, a store front stocked with necessary accouterments on the ground level, and an apartment furnished with enough chattels to belie comfort, but not luxury, on the second level. It all reeked of altruism.

Max swallowed back the venom in her throat as the floorboards creaked with protest. Over her shoulder, she caught Augustine rounding the corner. In his hands, he carried a tray laden with blueberry muffins - another gift- and a pot of coffee. He paused and placed a cup at her elbow. Alongside it, he also set down a single lozenge. Her hand came to rest instinctively on her knee; it shifted and creaked under her skin.

“It looks like it’s going to rain,” he explained without being asked.

She watched Augustine take his seat at the other end of the table. He looked tired. Not so much the tiredness that came from lack of sleep, though she suspected his  first night was also peppered with abrupt awakenings. No. This was a different vintage of tired; the kind Max knew intimately. It was the kind of tiredness that resided on the inside. An exhaustion that weighed heavily on the shoulders and pulled nerves thread-thin. The kind of weariness expected at the end of a long journey, yet somehow it always seemed to linger.

She saw it in his smile. The way it curved to reveal a thin flash of teeth, making him appear charming with how it fell short of his eyes. She heard it, too, in his voice. In his choice of words. Each statement handcrafted to fit the occasion, punctuated with airy laughter and musical lilts. For all darling foxes ought to look clever and sound pleasant.

Despite Max’s efforts, her brother had come to know the fear of an open sky. “Did you,” - she reached for the pot of coffee and poured herself a cup- “Sleep alright?”

“Well enough,” he said after a momentary pause, “All things considered.”

“All things considered,” Max echoed.

“Yes.”

A silence developed between the two. His smile faded and her soft drawl vanished. Without an audience, there was no need for them to be pleasant.  And that unspoken truth hung thick in the air: In the dark and quiet, foxes could show all their little teeth.

Augustine broke a muffin in half. Picked pieces off and rolled them between his fingers. His gaze darted off to the side, lips pursed in a contemplative pout. “Suppose, then, we’re to just ignore it?”

Max inclined her head to him. To which Augustine answered with a broad wave at their surroundings. The nook grew all the more darker for it; the beginning of an overcast sky rolled it. She settled back in her chair and pitched a leg onto her knee. A breath of laughter escaped as her gaze searched the rafters. “Our options are limited.”

“I’ve spoken at length with Mister Thornrough,” she continued, “He’s assured me that he wants nothing more than to help cultivate talent.”

He barked a laugh.

“Feel like I’ve heard that somewhere before.”  

The first drops of rain tapped at the window pane. A prelude to the serenade that danced along the roof, backdropped by a snare of thunder. Augustine’s smile returned. It possessed a note of sincerity, however melancholy, as it threatened to touch his eyes. “Are we not hopping from one gilded cage to the other?”

Max breathed a hum. Took her first sip of tepid coffee, relishing its bitter taste.  She didn’t blame him for finding such a sweet gesture to be nearly unpalatable. They’d both been fed honeyed promises,  leading them to cages. And only cages were meant for lovely and darling pets. “We are valuable here.” Her eye found her brother’s over the lip of her cup. “And that which is valued will be kept safe.”

He gave a subtle nod - “I see. So, we’re hiding.”

“We’re waiting.”

Another beat silence.

Augustine turned in his chair - “Rain’s coming down heavy” - then pointed down to Max’s elbow. “You ought to take it before the cold creeps in.”

She grimaced at the lozenge abandoned on the table.  It mocked her with its off-white, dusty coating. Feeling her brother’s expectant gaze, though, she tucked it under her tongue. Washed it down with another sip of coffee. “Have my books come in yet?” she asked immediately after.

“On Gilnean herbs and flora?” - Augustine shook his head- “Afraid not. Though, they did warn it’d take several days. Surely your client can be a little more lenient with their deadlines?”

Max pressed her lips into a thin smile. Two weeks would seem generous to an unfamiliar party. Afterall, alchemists all but worked miracles in the shadows. Perhaps she should have bargained for an extension.

“Yes,” she quipped, “You’d think that, wouldn’t you?”

Augustine discarded the remains of his mutilated  muffin onto the plate, dusting his fingers free of crumbs. “And they wanted…?”

“Medication.”

“For what?”

Max breathed a sardonic laugh, “Psychosis.”

Not the  whole truth, but definitely not a lie.  

Augustine threw her an auspicious glance as he rose from the table. His jaw worked with a question that would be left unasked; instead, he collected the plate of picked apart muffins and started to carry them to the kitchenette. “You’ll be busy, then. Won’t you?”

Max remained at the table. Her fingers drummed along the crest of her knee. The ache deep under her skin began to ebb. It was replaced by a gentle buzz that started in her head and traveled all the way down to her toes. She nodded. And listened to the hush of rain.

“Right,” he breathed, “Same as always, then.”

“Augustine.”

She turned in her chair, gaze pinning him to the spot. He stared with those tired, lackluster eyes. It made the smile she summoned feel all the more hollow. “Everything,”  she mused, forcing notes of pleasantry and warmth, “Will work out in our favor. I promise.”

“I want to believe you.”

His gaze softened.

And a smile that was possessed of nothing but teeth came to crease his eyes.

“With all my heart, Max. I really do.”

What a small reassurance was it to know... …That at least in the dark and quiet, foxes could smile with all their teeth.