#breath of the wild is a good fucking game 10/10 thank you to my sibling for getting it for me

[svtskneecaps]

so i got breath of the wild for christmas and i've been getting delightfully sidetracked hence why this blog has been quiet for at least a week it's bc i went to beat the bird but got distracted and explored half of the map and then got distracted from that and went to beat the elephant but then the lynel stealth introductory cutscene dropped me in such a place that it immediately aggro'd the lynel and i got spiteful and decided i was gonna kill it but i wasn't strong enough 😔 so i explored another quarter of the map trying to find shrines and stumbled across two dragons and three memories and also explored the forgotten temple bc temples are cool (even if i totally save-scummed to kill the guardians stfu) and then i went back and beat the lynel and then i beat the elephant and then i got sidetracked AGAIN because i wanted to finish some sidequests and then i went and fucked around in faron woods and then i went to find some memories which ended up with me crawling around outside the castle bc i'm piss-terrified of guardians and also shit at the parry timing and then i went to pick a fight with like three hinoxes and shit myself when i ran into a guardian with legs on the mountain and then i returned to the bird but got distracted by the snowquill armor and went to the desert to get warm saff-somethin to upgrade it and then got distracted by the leviathan bc i ran all the way over there on foot bc fuck sand seals and i wanted to do the sidequest and also ooo big bones but then on the way over i got sidetracked by killing a molduga (i got his ass) and i also found a fairy fountain and almost dropped the whole quest in pursuit of getting another 9000 rupees but managed to get myself back on track and went to the volcano to get stuff to upgrade the snowquill set but then i was like "well i should do some of the main quest while i'm crawling around these hot rocks" bc the fire effect stresses me out bc it looks like malice and is also distracting on my eyes (also fuck the blood moons i cleared out every monster in the joint looking for yunobo and then it fucking revived them right as i figured out how to use the cannons and ALL THEIR PARTS BURNED IN THE LAVA SO IT WASN'T EVEN WORTH IT) so i did some main quest stuff yknow just to get it set up but then the boss goron was like "hey go tell yunobo i'm not gonna make it up there today" and i was like i can't just leave the poor kid waiting up there all day (i'm very fond of this silly goron lad) so i ran all the way up there and then the dialogue was like "hey so i need to board that lizard" and the lad seemed eager to assist so i was like "well obviously i gotta do it now" so i went through all that and now WHOOPS I'M STANDING IN THE LIZARD AND IT'S DEFINITELY NOT THE BIRD so. revali's just gonna have to take a chill pill uhhhhh he'll be fine

[stylistiquements]

Day 9 : Scronch'love.

𐐪𐑂 Pairing : Sapnap x fem!reader {Playlist}

𐐪𐑂 Summary : a lovely afternoon and an ancestral question; when are you going to join the dream smp?

𐐪𐑂 Word count : 1.5k

𐐪𐑂 Warning : swearing

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“Have you been here for a long time?”

“Have you been here for a long time?”

“Have you been here for a long time?”

Time bends and twists into unknowns shapes when well spent. So, you’re so not sure. Long enough for your fairy garden to start looking like at least a proper garden, long enough for your feet to start fidgeting, brushing against the soft fabric of the blanket ever so slightly and softly.

“Can you share your screen?”

“I’m just picking flowers, there’s nothing much to see,” you warn but it never does the proper job.

“That’s fine, I like watching you play.”

“Oh, do you now?”

“Yeah. You’ve been playing for years and you’re still dog water. It's almost soothing,” you hear him grin through the silkiness of his voice.

You smile evasively, palm gripping the mouse and executing on memory. Soon, Sapnap’s satisfied noises hovers and everything is just how it’s supposed to be. You spend a while humming the music of days and nights of the game while building your project. Sap helps from time to time, giving advice when his attention is there and leaving trails of compliments on his way. You don’t think the garden is necessarily that good, you don’t mind either.

“Do you think the tree should go on the left or the right of the pond?” You ask, fingers drumming back and forth between the two options. Right he says. "What about the roses, do I plant some or not?"

“It’s just a detail, don’t hurt your brain too much on that,” he says in a light tone, but you disagree.

“Details are what make things important. Like when you remember I prefer warm pillows so you give me yours, it’s just a detail but it makes me happy.”

“Of course I do; you’re a baby,” he murmurs teasingly.

With an arched eyebrow, you retort, “says you,” and silence follows for a second as you plant the tree on the right of the pond.

“Yeah, Dream already made sure I was aware of that.”

“Not sure why the piss baby thinks he’s qualified to have this conversation, buddy,” you note and Sap chuckles are as vivid as contagious. “Why would he call you a baby anyway? What have you done?”

“I-I’m not telling you.” As soon as the mumbles fades, your phone sends loud vibrations on your desk. You abandon your character to the night and the wildness, picking the phone as you murmur a low oh, okay. Whether it’s to your phone or Sapnap, that, isn’t really clear. Still, Sapnap’s words sound more distant, more of what wonders are made of. On the screen, a twitter notification of a certain Karl Jacobs.

“You’re not even listening to me anymore,” Sapnap whines.

“I don’t listen to whiny babies, sorry.”

“We’re on the verge of divorce, yn and it’s your fault.”

A scoff skitters out through teasing lips, “But you still talk about me all the time, don’t you?” Your voice drags through different lands, unknown and musky.

“So what?” He splutters all awkward like it’s some kind of confidence that shouldn’t have left his thoughts and, somehow, you’re surprised the almighty confidence has left the game. “Who said that?”

“Doesn’t matter. You’re obsessed with me, admit it,” you demand and though you don’t notice it, too tangled with the moment, the atmosphere is tinted with a different nuance like it’s suddenly dawn at the end of a summer party.

“So are you.”

Now, your heart drums a strange yet familiar rhythm. Something made of secrets and uncertainty, something you decided to leave unnamed a long time ago. Sapnap, you reason, can’t be lied to. He knows better than words half meant, half made up and it’s annoying, really, but he just does somehow. If you dare to lie, he would know and then it would be even more annoying.

“Yeah, you’re living in my head rent free but at least I’m not trying to hide it.” No answer. You peek at the game, you’ve been slain by a spider. “Karl said that,” you resign yourself. “He said he was about to join the vc by the way.”

Before the conversation can carry on, the sound of Karl joining the call resonates. Being in this Discord server is like living in a house with 10 siblings, that’s what you understand from the way Sap exhales heavily.

“Oh, I am interrupting something?” Karl says, struck by a peculiar energy.

“Besties time Karl, besties time,” Sapnap mumbles beneath his breath and it chimes a little like disappointment.

“Well, too bad I guess,” Karl exclaims. “It's about time I meet miss Bunnyshow.”

Karl is like that gif of a cat sitting in a tiny box with the caption “if it fits, I sit”.

“Does that mean our passive aggressive subweet arc is over?” You ask, faking the dejection when your smile grows wide.

“Oh god, I hope not. That’s my favorite part of the day.”

"It means a lot to me. Especially coming from my comfort streamer Karl Jacobs," you confess.

Satisfied, your attention gets back on the game; flowers rooting gracefully into the dirt and hives ready to host the beloved honey bugs as Karl and Sap catch up on time being apart. Everything is quiet and peaceful like the end of an afternoon well spent.

“I like your garden,” Karl points out and you hum a thank you beneath your breath.

“So you can take Karl’s compliments but not mine.”

“We’re besties you’re honor. Sapnap you can leave now, thank you,” Karl giggles and you follow along.

“Sorry Karl, there’s only room for one man in my heart and that has to be Sapnap.”

He fakes a cry to keep the theatrics before adding without transitions, “You know if you asked Dream he’d probably let you on the SMP.”

“No thanks,” you grin.

“Sapnap, your girl doesn’t want to play with us.”

“She’s already been whitelisted for months now,” Sapnap informs but fails to comment on the first part of the complaint.

He’s not lying, but you feel like it says more about Dream’s stubbornness than it says about you. As for your best friend, he understands better than anyone that wish for privacy and it’s something made of respect like yours for his career. You’d rather see him shaped by all the light than being touched by a glimpse of it. He does, after all, deserves it all. So, that’s the contract you made with yourself because it made sense; being a supportive shadow. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that you’ve never considered streaming before. It’s that it’s his world more than yours.

Karl, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to think the same way, “This is unacceptable, I gotta send a few texts.”

“Lost cause, dude, lost cause,” you grin but stubbornness seems to be a pre required trait for those mcyts.

Before you have time to find a suitable comment about the newborn group chat, a new person joins the call and Sapnap's annoyance is even more palpable, "No fucking way dude. We can't even have a second of peace on this server."

"Why would you be in a discord call if you want peace. You're just dumb," Quackity retorts with an energy he and he only can ever own.

Then George joins and Dream follows on his heels and soon your ears are filled with conversations that are as loud as scattered. Your shoulders sink in the back of your chair as soft fingers try to brush the upcoming migraine away. This is why you can't join the SMP; -not really but still- too much energy that has to be processed at all time. And you should know better, being friend with a very chaotic boy for the last 15 years, but you're not somehow.

"No, fuck that," Sapnap mutters. "I'm out."

"You can't leave now we have things to discuss," George exclaims. "Bunny, explain to me how Sapnap's proposition is more appealing than mine."

"Because I know her more than you do," he defends, and he's right. Money isn't of you interest. Love, on the other hand...

"Because she's like scronch'love," Karl giggles mindlessly.

"The fuck does scronch'love mean?" You ask, amused.

"It's very simple," Quackity intervenes. "If I offered you the same thing, would you even consider it?"

"Of course I would. What kind of question is that?"

"Fine. So, if Sapnap keeps his offer, here is mine; you become the president of Las Nevadas in addition to what he said."

"What?" Sapnap takes offense.

The call brims with an agitated confusion as you smile deviously, heels rooted into the floor to make your chair spin lightly and your fingers drum on your desk.

"I don't think you wanna do that," George corrects.

"Yeah, you absolutely don't," you confirm.

"Fine," he retorts. "So Sapnap's offer plus a Las Nevadas citizenship. How does that sound?"

"Like an offer I'll confider," you sigh. "So who's scronch'love now?"

"Still you," Dream answers. "Except you're also a big dummy."

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A/N : helloooo,, how are you??? this part very self indulgent and I think this fic will be in general but I hope you liked it anyway. I love the idea of c!quackity always being too much and always having something to add to be even more over the top. I'm having more trouble than I thought about Bunny's and Sap's friendship because I want them to have a very special friendship but I hope it appears as such. idk. lmk what you think and thank you for reading it it makes me very happy <3 Until next time (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)

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[zodiacrant]

What are you doing in August?

(Zodiac text RPG game)

*First what will you be doing?*

Sun:-

Aries: Clubbing

Taurus: Having a gathering

Gemini: Sleepover

Cancer: Visiting friends

Leo: Birthday party

Virgo: Taking pictures

Libra: Going out

Scorpio: Cooking

Sagittarius: Family gathering

Capricorn: Watching Netflix

Aquarius: Joining a club

Pisces: Playing video games

*With who?*

9th house:-

Aries: My bitch

Taurus: My BFF

Gemini: Random drunk girl

Cancer: S/O

Leo: Tinder date

Virgo: My parents

Libra: My crush

Scorpio: My pet

Sagittarius: My second personality

Capricorn: My favorite family member

Aquarius: My neighbors

Pisces: A homeless person

*Where is it?*

10th house:-

Aries: An abandoned barn

Taurus: A 5 star resort

Gemini: Around the block

Cancer: Someone’s remodeled basement

Leo: A house party

Virgo: Broadway show

Libra: Your friend’s boyfriend new car

Scorpio: A mansion

Sagittarius: The beach

Capricorn: High-rise penthouse

Aquarius: A junkyard

Pisces: A sketchy club

*Time to get dressed*

Raising:-

Aries: Something bold but simple

Taurus: Something elegant but comfy

Gemini: Something oversized

Cancer: Something Sweet but unique

Leo: Something flashy but not too much

Virgo: Something dressy but practical for any event

Libra: Something trendy but with your own taste

Scorpio: Something Black but with pops of color

Sagittarius: Whatever is available

Capricorn: Jeans and a T-shirts

Aquarius: Something with a statement

Pisces: Pajamas

*Oh no!*

*As you were about to change you trip on your own feet*

Saturn:- What will you grab to balance?

Aries: My dildo

Taurus: My boobs

Gemini: My bag

Cancer: The bed

Leo: The dresser

Virgo: The closet

Libra: The mirror

Scorpio: My junk

Sagittarius: The door knob

Capricorn: The chair

Aquarius: The window

Pisces: My blanket

*Oh no!*

*You ain’t grabbing shit!*

*Now what?!*

Saturn:-

Aries: Push yourself to the back

Taurus: Look at yourself go down in the mirror

Gemini: Curse one last time before making contact with the ground

Cancer: Call for your mom

Leo: Protecting your face

Virgo: Cry on the way down

Libra: Save your phone

Scorpio: Falling with a graceful resting bitch face

Sagittarius: Screaming fuck

Capricorn: Bracing

Aquarius: About to take a shit

Pisces: About to fart

*Your attempts in saving yourself have failed*

*you slam into the floor*

*You’re feeling pain*

*What’s hurting?*

8th house:-

Aries: My face

Taurus: My mouth

Gemini: My eyes

Cancer: My chest

Leo: My stomach

Virgo: My arms

Libra: My ears

Scorpio: My junk

Sagittarius: My legs

Capricorn: My head

Aquarius: My back

Pisces: My feet

*You’re scream in pain*

*There’s a sound behind the door*

*As you wail, you hear someone’s voice*

*Who is it?*

4th house:-

Aries: My sibling

Taurus: My partner

Gemini: My young sibling

Cancer: My mother

Leo: My dad

Virgo: My grandmother

Libra: My friend

Scorpio: My step sister Rebecca ?!!

Sagittarius: My Teacher

Capricorn: My grandfather

Aquarius: My cat

Pisces: My dog

*The door opens*

*What are they doing?*

5th house:-

Aries: Shaking you

Taurus: Giving you CPR

Gemini: Slapping you to wake up

Cancer: Crying that you’re dead

Leo: Pulling on your hair and clothes

Virgo: Calling the police

Libra: Passed out on top of you

Scorpio: Hugging you as they cry

Sagittarius: Shouting so you’ll get up

Capricorn: Pouring water on your face

Aquarius: Screaming for help

Pisces: Pulling you outside for some reason

*You’re clearly awake*

*They’re not paying attention to you*

*You’re getting mad*

*What do you do?*

Mars:-

Aries: Square up on that bitch

Taurus: Kick that bitch in the crotch

Gemini: Slap that bitch

Cancer: Bite that bitch

Leo: Scratch that bitch

Virgo: Pull that bitch’s hair

Libra: Poke that bitch in the eye

Scorpio: Choke that bitch

Sagittarius: Punch that bitch in the stomach

Capricorn: Grab that bitch from the ear

Aquarius: Twist that bitch’s arm

Pisces: Push that bitch

*They got off of you*

*What will you do/say?*

3rd house:-

Aries: Curse that bitch out

Taurus: Scream at that bitch

Gemini: Push that bitch out of the room

Cancer: Scream cry at that bitch

Leo: Continues on beating that bitch’s ass out of the room

Virgo: Lectures that bitch

Libra: Aggressively explains what happened to that bitch

Scorpio: Drags that bitch out by the hair

Sagittarius: Frantically scream as the bitch runs out

Capricorn: *Death glare*

Aquarius: Throwing shit at that bitch

Pisces: stays a couple more minutes on the ground moaning

*Now with that over let’s go*

*A few hours later*

*You see someone checking you out*

*You take breath of courage*

*Or a shot*

*You start walking towards them*

*How do you walk there?*

Venus:-

Aries: with confidence, knowing you’ll get them

Taurus: On the outside you’re confident but on the inside you’re freaking out

Gemini: Taking short walks as you think of what to say

Cancer: Reluctant, you walk towards them, then you walk back, you stop yourself and then you walk back towards them

Leo: You walk with all your might, giving them the impression you’re not going towards them but you’re

Virgo: Walking slowly, as you’re reciting all the moves and things you should and shouldn’t say

Libra: Acting like the best to mask the terror on your face

Scorpio: You’re scared they’ll be like the last one

Sagittarius: Memorizing and thinking of catch lines to impress them

Capricorn: You’re walking feeling guarded, like you’re about to go to war

Aquarius: Unsure of whether it’s worth it or not

Pisces: Thinking about memes to talk about

*You get there*

*You introduce yourself *

*How do you introduce yourself?*

Mercury:-

Aries: You start up the conversation by straight up telling them that they have caught your attention

Taurus: You take time warming up, standing next to them. You wait about what to say and then they catch you off guard by making their first move

Gemini: Out of nervousness, you pull out your phone and act as if you’re doing something to buy yourself some time to think. You then attempt to say hello only to say jello! They laugh it off and ask if you’re speaking Spanish

Cancer: As you got there they turn to look at you and compliment you, as you give a blushing thanks

Leo: You’re making poses next to them as they’re attempting not to look at you, as you get bored and restless and about to scream what’s wrong with them, they give a simple hi

Virgo: You two look over at each other waiting for one to talk, as you’re about to say hello they also say hello, then you both say sorry at the same time and laugh

Libra: You give them your hair-flip, smile and wink technique, and they smirk at you and get a little closer. You start acting like you don’t know what’s up as they come closer to you and say a simple hi

Scorpio: You take a deep breath, get a drink, and walk over there ask them if there’s a problem by mistake, you slam your head on your forehead and as you stumble on your words they tell you it’s okay and introduce themselves

Sagittarius: You try to act cool, like you own the shit and fail miserably. This, however, gives you an advantage, as it happens that this person has a good sense of humor. You introduce yourselves as you laugh.

Capricorn: You try to play hard to get and appear like you’re all that, pretending you don’t see this person. As you notice by the corner of tour eye that they’re getting frustrated, you take a breath and turn around with a “WHAT!” that sounded like a fight more than a flirt. They get pissed off and start to walk away as you apologize and then they chuckle under their breath.

Aquarius: You try to find a subject to talk about, you take your time looking around, so you start a conversation about their drink that ended awkwardly. Then as you wait for them to talk, you say “I am…..” as they’re about to talk.

Pisces: You don’t trip after thinking about walking straight, you get a drink and as you turn you drink flies out of your hand and falls on the floor. As you apologize and try to clean the mess up, you slip and they catch you

*After the puke fest of unrealistic cliche romance meeting scenes*

*It’s a make believe game. Leave me alone*

*You start to get to know this person*

*What are they like?*

7th house:-

Aries: A biker, bad boy/girl vibe, leather and jeans, tattoos and a lot of attitude

Taurus: Charming, elegant, classy, has an old school Hollywood type of vibe, seems opulent

Gemini: Skater, jeans and a hoodie, laid back and easy going, looks like a lot of fun with a good amount of trouble

Cancer: Classic looks but so captivating, beautiful eyes with a matching smile, your notebook fantasy boy/girl

Leo: Dressed for the 10’s, flashy, confident, owns the room, mesmerizing you with those eyes, they got the moves

Virgo: Someone that knows what they want, very intelligent person with an eye for detail and beauty, the muse to your artistic self

Libra: Classic heartthrob that everybody wants, got style and a whole lot of swag, knows what to say to make your head spin, sweet kisses

Scorpio: Seductive, absorbs all the lights in the room, undresses you with your eyes, knows how to show you a an unforgettable night

Sagittarius: A little nerdy, has that next door boy/girl kind of charm, get what they like and love what they get, will show you the world

Capricorn: Strong personality but reserved, put together and clean, angel on the street and a devil in the sheets

Aquarius: Commands and shifts the room’s energy, the wild one, eccentric, marches to the beat of their own drums

Pisces: A big hippie, an artist with an eye that separates things and put them back together, such a weirdo but they’re cute, they see you as their muse

*You two are hitting things off*

*Gasp*

*Someone unexpected came through!*

*Who is it?*

12th house:-

Aries: Your hateful sister-in-law

Taurus: Your ex partner

Gemini: Your ex Best friend

Cancer: Janet Jackson??

Leo: Your rival

Virgo: Your elementary school bully

Libra: Your frenemy

Scorpio: Your enemy

Sagittarius: A date that you ghosted

Capricorn: Your annoying boss

Aquarius: Your sister’s asshole boyfriend

Pisces: Your drug dealer!

*You start to freak out*

*You look for your friend*

*You found them*

* You run out with them losing on the possibility of love*

*1 Hour later*

*You sigh as you go to bed*

*And order some food cause ain’t no relationship feels as good as food*

The end

[thirstythylacine]

Stress Relief

Alright. This damn band and fandom has got the best of me finally.

Haven't written in over 10 years. Definitely never written smut before.

I've given in! There are pages and pages of smut notes in my journals, phone, and computer so I guess this is my new hobby in quarantine.

Relatively unedited so apologies there. 

Yell at me here, or yell at me on AO3 under the same name. 

Also I have a very limited knowledge of how the hell this cursed site works despite being on it for most of its existence. So if there's shit I didn't tag correct here let me know.

Also Tumblr apparently hates making the italicized bits appear here so I’ll reblog this in a sec with the AO3 link if you, like me, really like seeing the emphasis :)

I am otherwise too lazy currently to figure it out or fix it and I’m already reposting this since Tumblr also apparently hates outside links! Thanks Hell Site. 

STRESS RELIEF

He’s been working on this project for a week straight and as usual it’s cutting into personal hours. Though that doesn’t faze him, scribbling notes in the margin of this current translation and completely forgetting to call for dinner. It’s 10:30 at night and I’ve brought him ever meal today as well as coffee multiple times. At this point it’s half just so I can make sure he’s still awake and breathing.

His dinner looks untouched and he’s got ink on his cheek. I don’t even think he noticed me come in until I was right behind his chair with my hands on his shoulders. He only startles a bit and I lean forward to peek at his progress. “You’ve gotten far today” I note, “Though dinner was over two hours ago you know.”

He sighs sitting back against me. “I know Tesoro, I know. This one is just.....very difficult. And she wants it earlier than the rest.” He drops the pen and stretches his fingers. “If I can get this one to her before Friday I think we can have a few days off finally.”

It would be a relief for us both to have a few days off. He squirms as I press at the knots in his shoulder.

"I will literally stand guard outside this office to fend people off if it will help. I was starting to think I might have to tie you up somewhere to keep you from coming into the office this weekend.” He breathes in sharply once and there's a moment of stillness before he’s laughing quietly. Interesting.

I’m solidly around the front side of his desk before I notice the flush on his face. Double interesting.

The last paper in front of him has been moved aside in favor of the dinner plate. He’s frowning at it. The dish isn’t one that would be particularly appetizing cold. “I think......perhaps a trip to the kitchen might serve us better?” I offer. “You can find something better than that and I can find something for desert. I think Papa mentioned there was pie tonight.”

Pie makes a good dinner.” He says with a quirk of the eyebrow. Problem solved.

———

“Hey!” I gasp as his teeth scrape down my neck. “Hey, I told you, none of that tonight. I have a ton of important meetings tomorrow. You know, the kind with people from Outside This Church whom I need to view me as respectable, buddy.” He isn't looking at me but growls a little against my skin.

I tangle my hands in his hair and tug sharply back to meet his wild eyes with mine. “No biting.” “You’re gonna have to save those hickeys for tomorrow, Cardinal...”

He’s adorably huffy about it but also doesn’t falter as he ruts against me. His hips grind sharply into my thighs, pressing me hard down into the cushions of his couch. His arms have me caged in below him and he rests his forehead against mine with a low moan.

At some point we’ll have to decide if we’re moving to a bed, or at least stopping long enough to take off literally any clothing instead of writhing on the furniture like teenagers. It’s so good this way though.

I came by to drop off the last few papers for him to finish and somehow convinced him they could be done in the morning. I meant to also convince him to come have another late dinner in the kitchens but he's in a mood and I can't complain. Having him over me, desperate and needy is better than any drug. I busy myself with the buttons on his jacket and shirt, impatient to get my hands into his chest hair. He hums as I run my fingers through it, and lower. His mouth is at my ear, his nose in my hair. I tug at his belt as he arches over me.

“We should go go to bed” he whispers “we should go to bed so I can fuck you into the weekend. I want to wrap you around me and make you cum until you can’t remember your name”. The words coming out of his mouth are getting deep and breathy. That voice.

Even his perfectly normal, reasonable Latin lectures make me want to get on my knees for him. I'm pretty certain the whole class feels that way. Technically, I know I’m not the only one he sleeps with either but recently I seem to have lucked out.

“You can’t” I growl back as he presses me down. “As much as I’d love to have you buried in me from now until Sunday, you still have 'homework' for tomorrow and I.... I can’t bag out of my important meetings. Sister will literally have me murdered if I leave her alone with those delegates.”

He moans low and deep grabbing at my thigh to pull me further under him, tighter against him. We press back and forth rocking against each other and making out. He’s driving against me over and over in a way that will have me undone very shortly. I have to bury my face in his shoulder to keep my whimpers quiet. Office hours are over but the door isn’t locked and Ghouls have a way of showing up when shit is about to get good.

I'm starting to lose it. “Please, Copia, please, pleaseplease” I beg. He grinds into me slower and slower pressing closer and longer and I think I could die from needing to cum. His breath is in my ear choppy and hot. Little wines, murmurs spilling from his mouth as he gets closer to the edge.

My body arcs up against him, my hands trapped against his chest as an orgasm washes over me. Head thrown back into the cushion I cry out when he sucks at the skin at my collar. I’m gasping as I come down. And then I realize.

Yanking my hands from between us to grab at his head. “COPIA, Satanus! What the fuck did I just say!” He’s a bit of a mess this close to an orgasm and only whines at me when I scold him. His rhythm is getting lost now and though I'm mildly pissed about the bite, I don’t think there’s a better time to test my new interesting theory than now.

I wind the fingers of my left hand tight into his hair and grab harshly at his hips with my right. “Bite me again and see what happens Cardinal. Don’t make me tie you down next time.”

He comes hard. Face buried in my collarbone despite my hard grip on his hair. He’s arched so hard into me I think I’ll be feeling it well into next week. We collapse slowly into the couch. It’s hot and sweaty not to mention the utter mess he's just made. Whatever. He must own 20 pairs of those black pants anyways.

I stroke his hair and laugh softly into it as he tries to regain some steadiness of breath. “Well then, Cardinal.” I arch my eyebrow at him and he's absolutely blushing. He won't quite make eye contact and I can't keep this crooked smirk off my face. He buries his face back against me and grumbles “Maybe time for a real dinner, Tesoro?” as the office door opens. A silver face peeks through, checking the desk and then turning to see us tangled on the couch. “Oh! Sorry, boss. Just, uh, making sure the, uh, lights were off in here. Yeah.” “But um, never mind if you’re still in here working!” The voice fades as the face retreats quickly.

Copia makes a tired sound. “Ghouls.”

———

The free weekend has been axed.

Delegates from the Unitarian Church apparently liked our pitch enough that they decided to hang around for a few days and view the abbey in it’s working state. On the one hand it’s great. Not completely bonkers church allies would be incredibly helpful to us. But I'm mentally tapped out from the socializing. Copia too, has been dragged into the fray. Unlike our Third Papa he can be counted on to treat our guest well without shamelessly flirting with each and every one of them. Unitarian Universalists might not immediately kick a bunch of Satanists out of church club but they still probably view married couples as a little less fair game than Terzo does.

They leave just in time for us to jump right in on the next round of translations. Some books from our archives can only be opened for a few nights a year or a decade. Some can only be opened for a few hours at a time, or only in the perfect humidity, or only by a woman, or a ghoul, or Papa. It’s a particular kind of puzzle game to schedule the translations of these texts. Plus very few people can translate them at all let alone as quickly as the Cardinal.

Imperator schedules, I ferry book and papers. He translates. I return books and papers and organize translations by type and date so we can digitize them later. It’s part of the push to get this church into a modern century. Making an effort to have other church allies is as well. Nihil is totally against it even though his sons are all for it. Or maybe that’s because his sons are all for it.

Everyone is tired. Everyone is busy. The congregation is much bigger than it used to be but still there isn't a lot of down time. We've got a horde of siblings at our disposal to help with all the cleaning, data entry, filing, etc. but someone still needs to steer the ship.

It turns out that managing people is a pain in the ass and regretfully I'm good at it.

Thankfully I still end up spending most of my day filing and organizing piles. It's boring but methodical and leaves me with enough brain space to let my mind rest or wander as it chooses.

I'm deep into sorting notes from the early 30's so we can see if anything matches up with books from that era but my mind has wandered back to the Cardinal's ass in his red pants.

He stepped away from the monstrous paper pile for coffee this morning but two moments later was back leaning across the front of his desk to scribble a note in the margins of whatever he's trying to decipher. It's a very nice ass.

It's been over a week since we've been able to do anything more than snag a kiss between meals, sleep, and work. It's fine, except that it really, really isn't. Stress relief is important. And doing it myself is currently feeling a little subpar when the alternative is so incredibly attractive.

Also. There's this whole other aspect of him that I really want to get another glimpse of. We have been mostly on equal footing or he's been in charge since we've been seeing each other, but I know that's not all there is. Not just because of the way he blushes when I boss him around but also because of that dinner months ago where a wine drunk Terzo whispered in my ear all sorts of things about how delightful and versatile a bed partner Copia is.

I think I want to know all the ways to make him whimper and beg.

Unbeknownst to him, Thursday night we're going to catch a break. Imperator is headed out of town with a few of the Emeritus family for some swearing in of a little sect or two a few cities over. Copia and I have been excused to finish up one really time sensitive book and they're going to be gone for two whole days.

Of course, I know that the book is finished already. He did the last bit around 2am and I just couldn't bring myself tell her in case she decided to dump another stack on us as she walked out the door. Two days isn't enough for a real vacation but it's definitely enough for a little rest and stress relief.

______

I feel like I'm laying a trap. Getting us out of work, convincing him to come back to his rooms to change for dinner.

There's a tiny unmarked bottle of lube tucked on the hallway table next to the Baphomet statue where he hangs his keys. Normally he never looks at that table, just drops his keys across it, puts his hat on Baphomet's head, and comes to collapse on the couch or bed.

There he is though, looking at the bottle curiously, fingers starting to unbutton the top of his jacket unconsciously as his brow creases. I have to move fast. I walk up and my hands take over for his. Unbuttoning the jacket and pushing it back over his shoulders but not taking it off of him. I push at his chest gently until he steps back all the way against the heavy wood door.

"Tesoro, I... " He looks down at my face as I'm unbuttoning his shirt. My hands work downwards and I see as he completely forgets about the bottle. "Hello there" he says with a smile and slides his hands into my hair to turn my face up towards him. I get an arched eyebrow, a little half smile, and then, a little hitched breath as I tug open his belt.

I lean in to rub my nose under his jaw and breathe him in. His arms come up to pull me close and I can feel the rumble in his chest. We stand for a moment in peace, enjoying the closeness before I tug his hands down to lay flat against the door. "Keep them there, alright?" I whisper in his ear.

He breathes out an unsteady yes while I lay kisses down his neck. His trousers are undone and he hums through his teeth as I take him out and stroke him. Lightly over and over. Teasing gently. His head is back with eyes closed which is perfect.

When I ease my lube slick hand down his dick his whole body jolts and his eyes fly open to stare at me. "Oh! Ohhh...." Hands tight against the door his hips push forward into my hand and he screws his eyes closed again as I stroke him a second time.

"F...uck. Oh. Fuck. Tesoro..." he whimpers and the sound strikes deeply hot at the center of me.

I keep my touch firm but slow. A steady torcherous pace. I wonder how long I can keep him here. Trapped between my body and the door, gasping and moaning as I tease him higher and higher.

I want to talk to him but I'm a little afraid this will end too soon if I do so I settle for brushing my lips across his, across his face, against his sideburns until he's begging. "Tesoro, pleeease. PPlease. Ah. Ah. Oh, lord, Tesoro. I need....ah, please."

His face is plastered to my neck and I dig my free hand into his hair to hold him there. He hasn't moved his hands an inch though I see them tremble and grasp.

"You're doing so well, yeah?" I whisper. "You sounds so good like this. I love it. I love hearing how badly you need this." I can feel his knees knock a little as I speak to him. "I've been thinking about this for weeks. Making you come undone for me like this. Did you think I hadn't noticed how pink you get when I tell you what to do?"

"Ah, Satanus. Por favor...." he wines. "por favor....." His hips are trying to press forward, but I've got him tight against the door. I up the pace of my strokes until he can hardly speak. Low gasps and whimpers escape him as I bring him higher.

"Are you close love? I need you to tell me when you're close. I want you to tell me when you’re going to cum." That pulls a little wail from him and he gasps, crushing his face deeper into my neck. "Oh, Santanus. Oh, Lucifer. "

"You gonna beg me, sweetheart?" I husk in his ear. "Come on. Say please?"

He doesn't manage it, curling tight over my body as he comes. His arms forget the door to crush me against him. Fingers grip my back and shoulder so hard it almost hurts and I can hear his breath stop completely for a moment. I let him hold me, pressing myself tight up against him, toes to head.

It hardly feels like he is going to stand on his own so I just clean him up with a conveniently located cloth and pepper his face with little kisses. I brush the damp hairs back from his brow and when he lifts his eyes to mine he still flushes a even brighter red.

I must look entirely too pleased with myself because he quickly closes them again and lets his head fall back against the door with a solid "thunk."

"Fuck", he breathes, "I...ah, just.....Fuck."

I am pleased with myself. Humming softly I tuck him back into his trousers and pull the edges of his collar down so I can kiss him long and hard before patting his chest and moving away back into his rooms. He doesn't follow me and I look back to see him still leaning against the door staring.

"Dinner?" I ask with a bright innocent smile.

He growls with narrowed eyes and launches himself into the room. Shrieking with laughter I race to the other side of his couch. "Come here..." he murmurs. And when I don't move he crooks a finger at me. "Topolino. Come on. Come. Here. "

It's so goddamn hot. I want to.

But.

"Make me." It's impossible to keep a grin off my face knowing that the whole wing of this abbey is definitely going to hear about when he catches me. I have the advantage of steady feet, but his eyes are dark and his smile dangerous.

I am super, super fucked.

[jackrackhams]

twdg take us back thoughts (forgive me if any of this is out of order, i’m doing this from memory)

-the game took 10 minutes to download and those were a wild ten minutes i’ll tell you that -right off the bat i was worried clem was gonna get bit -i tried to shoot lilly at first, then i saw it didn’t work and wished her well. that’s just my s1 lilly fan’s final breaths of air right there -LOUIS SAVED MY LIFE THANK YOU I’M SORRY ABOUT YOUR TONGUE -god louis’s little smile though oOF -VI I LOVE YOU -THE OTHER KIDS ARE ALIVE -vIOLET INITIATED KISS!!!! (adding a read more bc this got LONG)

-uhhhh i’m pretty sure i’m not the only one who was left with some post-ep3 lilly vibes with minnie. like fuck u for expecting some kinda redemption arc with any character we are going to make them go Batshit the next episode -like i really thought we’d be able to help her or something when she was fighting off those walkers. i mean i get she was totally brainwashed but c’mon man. she’s a kid. but fuk that ig -walker james man. i sorta justified not going back and killing lilly last ep by saying this was what james would’ve wanted (also it’s my playthrough i do what i want), and now that i know what happens if you do save him uhhhhhhh.... i’m glad i made the choices i did tbh! it’s what james would’ve wanted. -i spent so long in that cave looking for “something to light on fire” -i decided to trust aj. i figured a) that could possibly save my life (it didn’t lol), b) it would make him feel good about himself, and c) i’ve taught him pretty well up to now so i trust him. -MEETING UP WITH VIOLET AND OUR LITTLE FAMILY HUG WOW CAN I JUST SAY THAT SHIT’S THE GOOD SHIT -i low key wish i’d named the school castle violet, but i figured it was more important to give her the choice. texas two squad, gang gang -fighting minnie on the bridge i was thinking ‘ok minnie’s gonna get a lot of shit for this lol’ -speaking of Bridge Scene, that shit was INTENSE if nothing else -like SHIT -when minnie cut me, i thought ‘oh fuuck, something’s gonna bite that’ -i also thought ‘hey clem’s gonna have a big leg scar to match her big arm scar’ but i was wrong about that lmao -i’ve never been more stressed that someone was gonna bite me than in this ep lmao -i also thought the scene from the trailer where you try to grab aj’s hand was gonna be here on the bridge, not on the rocks -oof when tenn died i was upset, but i feel more secure in that than if it were violet who died. only because that was tenn’s choice, and tenn was another person, like james, who had seemed to make peace with the walkers in a way. plus he died with his sister, which seemed to be what they both wanted at the time. that’s not so say that i wish i could’ve saved him without killing vi (or louis), but i do feel satisfied with what i got here (rip tennessee, you were a cool kid) -and then vi jumps over a fence ok bye violet -climbing up the rocks, i knew this was when it was gonna happen. but still. i cried lol -when i uncovered the bite, i was reminded of the s2 game mechanics. oof -as soon as she was bitten i said ‘you have an axe! cut it off now! do it!’ and when they didn’t i died -the next bit was reminiscent of lee making his way to the marsh house in s1 -actually, clem’s limp reminded me of a new day when lee got into that car crash lol -and when clem and aj were closing the doors to the barn and clem said to get something to block the door, i was expecting her to continue and say something like ‘something strong and sturdy’ like lee said when they were blocking off the pharmacy in s1 bc that scene gave me strong pharmacy vibes -and then strong jewelry shop vibes bc why tf not -playing as aj. that was rough. he’s FAST tho oml -that was when i went ‘ok so clem is dying for real’ and cried a lil bit more cuz you know me -switching between clem and aj. DUDE that got me so emotional -also aj using clem’s trick (that used to be jane’s trick). GO KIDDO -seeing clem looking more and more dead fuckt me up (like how did she get from that to the end of the ep i don’t get it. like even if it was because she waited shorter to cut it off or because it was her leg rather than her arm or what. it doesn’t matter because by the time lee looked like THAT his arm was (determinantly) long gone. but hey, not gonna analyze it too much lol i’m just glad my girl clem’s alive) -okay when clem was talking to aj that also got me crying -and when i told aj to leave clem, i was thinking ‘okay, maybe she’ll link up with james. or tenn, but like hopefully not minnie at this point. and lEE maybe she’ll find lee. or luke. or her parents-’ -and then he picks up that ax and i was like ‘woa ok did you just kill her??’ -and then the flashback. lemme be real and say i thought that was the afterlife or something, and that those floaty specks were Afterlife Dust -but then i remembered ‘oh right the ranch’ -lemme just say i didn’t think the ranch was gonna look like that lol -not 100 percent on what was going on at the ranch tbh -like who were those people and why did we kill all of them? one would assume that clem would first try to get aj back peacefully -oh wait they were at war right -also i really liked the design of like all of those people -and the LAVA GUY HOLY SHIT -obviously i mercy killed him -also wait, was clem with the people they were fighting? i couldn’t tell -ALSO also, was. was that eddie? from 400 days? checking the wiki real quick -yea i think that was him. rip eddie you didn’t deserve That. i mean i was happy he was back nd then we were just forced to kill him oof sorry man -felt bad about killing that woman also, but hey, she had aj in a tiny locker, so i didn’t feel super bad about it after finding him -also lemme just say -little kid aj?? -SUPER CUTE OML -he’s like the perfect mix of anf aj’s face and tfs aj’s face. kudos to whoever designed little aj -also when clem was talking with him in the car. i felt like it was sort of unrealistic little kid talk, but not so much that it distracted from anything going on -never go alone god rule number one had me crying -and then we’re aj fishing! -i didn’t catch any fish as aj lol -also i LOVE how they changed the dialogue options for aj to be a lot more childlike if that makes sense? like fuck yeah that was a really nice call -ROSIE IM SO GLAD YOU’RE OK -i didn’t scratch out the v+m heart because it’s history, and it’s not mine to scratch out. same reason i didn’t make clem spit on marlon’s grave -CLEM’S HAT GET IT -GET IT GET IT -OH GOOD GIRL ROSIE YOU’RE A GOD -oh a walker -oH THAT’S A TENN WALKER SHIT -well i’m not gonna kill him Again -also i don’t want the other kids to have to see him -i was so glad when i got the option to throw the rock -he learned from james what a good boy -RUBY HI -god ruby’s the best lmao -my thoughts when they’re talking about the hat ‘...aj hasn’t put it on... they haven’t talked about clem in the past tense.... is she.... possibly.... not dead?’ -lmao and when the next scene started, the trees + sky reminded me of the st john’s dairy and i wondered if we had another lee dream or afterlife or something but nope -is this take us back?? -hOLY SHIT IT’S TAKE US BACK!!! -okay and walking home, seeing everyone. god i was so sjfsakjfa there -like when i saw aasim run up to ruby i was all !!! and when they held hands i was all !!!!!!!!! yknow?? and then when i saw omar and WILLY and then on the gate there was VIOLET (i was so glad she was ok lmao the last thing i wanted for my girl was an offscreen death) god that was so good with the music i was crying a little again -need to make another bullet to stress how happy i am for ruby and aasim. like i would’ve been happy either way but they were portrayed as such a cute couple in the few seconds we got of them, so like. consider me a fan now i guess -i was worried for louis at first cuz i didn’t see him -i thought maybe this was the end of the game because we closed the gate and stuff and i was thinking ‘oh, like closing the story’ but NOPE -sup omar. up and cooking again i see -lmao my sleep-deprived brain found it hilarious that we just put the empty bucket down next to him -uhh what came next the graves or clem?? i forget -WAIT IT WAS THE GRAVES BECAUSE THE TIRE SWING WHICH IS SO CUTE AHH -well tenn’s grave made me :( but then CLEM -so glad my hunch that she was alive was right lmao -but also i thought that was determinant it was a lot less satisfying when you realize that no matter what she lives -i mean i get why they did it like that, they didn’t want anyone feeling left with the “bad ending”, their thing is that their games are tailored to how you play and there IS no bad ending but still. a little variation on that front would’ve made it a lil more satisfying -also where did they get those crutches -i love talking as aj. so much. -he’s just a funky lil guy! -that convo with clem on the steps, when she asked if she did a good job... like FUCK YEAH you did a good job, I’M YOU, you think i’m not happy with how i raised me?? -aj saying ‘are you crazy’ when clem asked that made me smile -okay i know ppl have been saying this. but. siblings aasim and willy rule. -and then the meal!! -i was super hoping for a card game but what we good was good. not great, but good. also, card game as aj would probably not be quite as fun. or it’d be very fun. honestly, it’d probably just be a different kind of fun. -when we panned over the table i saw a flash of louis and i went all ‘louis!!’ in my head -louis’s little note sadfasf that was so cute -and honestly everything about louis in this scene i love you louis -actually, just this whole scene was cute. willy and omar were adorable, and then ruby, and willy asking for seconds, and everyone just being Soft in general like. yall deserve this happiness -vi and clem talking Strategy dude sign me up -i love how clem trusts aj now. and i trust aj too tbh, a lot more than i did initially. i think i taught him pretty well. -violet and aj duo let’s go -slightly worried abt that caravan that was mentioned, but hey. the game left off on a high note, so NOTHING BAD CAN HAPPEN TO THEM EVER. YOU HEAR THAT?? -vIOLET INITIATED KISS PART TWO!!!!!! CHEEK KISS EDITION!!!!!!!! IM SOFT!!!!!!!!!! -okay that hallway with the snb team’s names all over the walls?? dude oof. they worked so hard it made me so happy to see their mark on texas two -haha texas two -ANYWAY -obviously i looked at all the collectibles i had, AND pet rosie, because i knew that when i ran out of things to do, the game would be over, and who wants that? -aj: *places human skull* *looks at animal skull* wow clem really likes skulls -kiddo i hate to break it to you but -seems like you’re taking after her in that regard -good girl rosie -lmao aj and his magic powers -it’s like louis in a box -hanging up james’ walker mask made me :(( -he is watching over you aj. and he would like that -ok guys i am BEGGING you. if you haven’t already, PLEASE repeatedly click disco broccoli until you can’t anymore. it’s great. -and then i finally had to put down the hat -”thank you for playing” GOD THANK YOU FOR HAVING ME -I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS SERIES IS OVER -I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M SAYING GOODBYE TO CLEM -i mean i still have my louis route BUT IT’S NOT THE SAME AS A FRESH EPISODE YKNOW?? OKAY FINAL THOUGHTS: -FIRST OFF I JUST FOUND OUT VI CAN GO BLIND -honestly im in favor of that i rly like blind violet au and now it’s not au -rip her eye honestly -new tag to match my rip louis’ tongue -also i left violet feeling loved FUCK yea i did i love violet -OKAY ACTUAL THOUGHTS -looking at this episode afterwards, is it just me or is it a little... lacking? like, a little off? i mean obviously it’s good in the moment, super intense, but there were just a few things that make me feel like it’s the weakest of the season -also lmao i guess fuck minnie james and lilly, their storylines all felt kinda like a middle finger to their fans if that makes sense -but holy shit was that minnie stuff haunting. like HOLY SHIT -also, for a game that’s been focused a lot around clem’s interactions with the other characters, there was a lot... less of that in this episode. no card game, barely any interaction with anyone other than louis/violet, tenn, minnie, aj, and james. and two of those people are fighting you. one of them is even determinant. i was just expecting a little more on that front, because this season’s been really good with that sorta thing -also i would’ve loved a little more time with violet/louis. but that’s just a personal thing and not necessarily a problem lol -again, i feel like it would’ve been a little more satisfying for clem to survive if there were an option where she didn’t. but again again, i totally get why they didn’t go that route -in that vein, i’d really enjoy a little more time with the person who wasn’t on the bridge with you. i miss my boy louis :( -idk there’s just something a little off about this episode. -that’s not to say i didn’t love it (because i TOTALLY did just look at all that stuff above haha) -like i know i didn’t love the minnie part, but like i said, that shit was INTENSE -i can sorta see why they went that route -and i can’t speak for living!james but walker!james was oddly peaceful to see. like, there was a feeling of ‘this is what he would’ve wanted’ -and okay i loved the violet initiated kisses. so much. -also ruby and aasim that was pretty cute -and obviously im happy clem isn’t dead that’s always great -OH and i loved the scene with the snb team’s names on the walls. like that was so good. -finally, the end scene was so satisfying. it ended the series the right way. with clem’s hat :p

[trumpetnista]

CMW2/Trumpetnista: Not You, Too

Summary from FFN: CANON COMPLIANT AU WITH HEAVY SPOILERS FOR THE END OF SEASON 4 AND THE FIRST EPS OF 5. POSSIBLY A FUTURE FIC; Gotham breaks all the rules all the time, especially now. Thankfully, the one about cats having 9 lives? That still holds. Bruce thinks Selina is dead. Everyone does until she walks into the GCPD the next morning.;Rated for language and imagery;1st in my 2019 SSS Project

Words from the Hooded GOTHAMITE: As I said last time, what keeps me watching GOTHAM (other than the awesome writing, dope ass cast, and the lovely fandom...) are Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle. They hooked me like a fish and I fell in love with the rest of the show in the process. Season 5 has been excellent as always yet bittersweet. It’s supposed to be the last one (I hope not. I hope the show gets picked up or we get a movie or something! It can’t be over yet! Come on!) and I have a feeling that B and Grumpy Cat aren’t gonna be together in the endgame. Not outright, anyways. I don’t think they’ll be enemies but together? As in Helena Wayne showing up levels of together? Nah. 

That’s what fanfic is for. There is a follow up to Positive planned, BTW.

Anyway, this one is another canon complaint AU set in the current season. All you really need to know is that The Eviler Evil Valeska Twin shot our girl, she was paralyzed and now she’s not thanks to Ivy Pepper Version 3’s reluctant help, and Gotham is now divided up into Zones, most of them insane and wild and chock full of yikes. Oh, and Bruce loves Selina but that’s always been pretty fucking obvious. LOL! Enjoy the latest. 

Disclaimer: “Honestly, it’s not mine!”

"What's up, 5-0? Beautiful day, isn't it? The sky is smoggy blue and the birds are singing..."

He was hallucinating.

He had to be.

There was no way that what he was hearing was possible.

No matter how much he ached to, there was no way that he was hearing Selina Kyle's voice.

She was dead. Truly dead. She had gone on one of what she called her "shopping trips" for The Haven and Jeremiah Valeska had finished what he had started that horrible night in the Study. He and his demented girlfriend had trapped her in a warehouse, knocked her out, and blown her up. Not only had they done it, Jeremiah had turned himself in, battered but proud. He claimed that it had been for the best. Selina was nothing but street trash. She was his downfall and utterly unacceptable as a companion for him. Gotham needed its Dark Knight to be with someone who truly understood what reality was. Someone like...

Bruce Wayne hadn't let him finish. Before anyone could stop him, he had picked up a chair and gone after him, much to the shrieking horror of Ecco. It had taken several officers and someone, likely Alfred Pennyworth, sedating him to make him stop. He had woken up in Jim Gordon's office and had stayed on the couch. He didn't want to see anyone. Nobody knew what to say to him. Everyone knew how much Selina meant to him. That was why she had been targeted twice.

Bruce had managed to help her. He had gone straight into the belly of Ivy Pepper's foliage covered beast to get the root to fix her severed spine. Selina had gotten back on her feet immediately and hit the ground running. Shocking everyone, she had opted to wait to get her revenge against Valeska. She was going to play the long game. Valeska wasn't going anywhere. He was just as trapped as everyone else, thanks to the bridges being gone and the Travel Ban.

When asked why, she had sadly explained that Tabitha Galavan, her Mentor turned Sister, had been impatient for revenge and it had taken her life. She had allowed anger and hurt to cloud her judgement. She had dropped her guard and Oswald Cobblepot had promptly murdered her. Bruce had seen it happen. It had been expected. After all, both Galavan siblings had done great harm to the man but hearing Barbara Kean's devastated rage? Knowing that Selina would have to mourn her? It had hurt deeply. It was all a goddamned waste.

Instead of seeking out Valeska or his followers, Selina had opted to use her skills as a thief to help The Haven and its refugees. She would pick a small gang's turf within a Zone, typically Penguin's, and go in for 12-36 hours. She would bring back people, ammunition, medicine, and meaningful things like blankets or feminine hygiene products. She had quickly gained a reputation for being utterly ruthless to any who tried to stop her, which had concerned him greatly. Ivy had warned him that the root would not only fix her spine but amplify the darker aspects of her personality. Bruce had tried to reel her in, leading to several arguments, and eventually, they had reached a stalemate.

She would do what she liked. He would stay out her way or at least keep his judgement to himself while he helped her. Gotham was a madhouse. It always had been but now? It was a free for all. It was survival of the fittest and she would be damned if she let someone who crossed her walk away. She had made that mistake in the past and it had cost her dearly. She had been screwed over one too many times. It would not be happening again. If there was a Hell, she was already going to it so what did it matter, anyways? Self defense wasn't murder, neither was saving people's asses.

Plus, she didn't know about him but she was in no mood to deal with the same group of psychos 10 years from now. She wanted to deal with new psychos.

But, now she wouldn't because she was dead and gone. She was as dead and gone as his parents.

His Selina was gone and Bruce would never see her again, not in this life.

But, the hallucination...she wasn't...she couldn't be...

Could she? Please?

Her mane of golden chestnut curls wasn't singed and pulled up into a messy bun. She wasn't standing in the 12th precinct's main entryway. She wasn't wheezing softly from a partially blocked nose. Her tactical suit wasn't unzipped to reveal a stained gray sports bra and bruised torso. She wasn't looking at the stunned occupants of the room with her usual dismissive amusement, even with a black eye. She wasn't limping and her whip wasn't wrapped around her bruised shoulder like a coil of wire as she drank straight from a bottle of what appeared to be Everclear.

She couldn't be...could she? Was it possible? She couldn't...why was the room spinning? Why was his chest hurting? Bruce stood in the office, speechless and shaking, watching as the Selina hallucination sat on the receptionist desk. It was so real...

"What's the matter? You guys never seen a 7 lives having bitch before?"

"My God..."

"Jesus Christ, Gordon! Get the hell off of me! You, too, Alfred! Bad touch!"

The hallucination looked like her. It definitely sounded like her but it couldn't...she wasn't...but Jim was smiling at it. Alfred was too. Both were still hugging the hallucination and Harvey Bullock had taken its bottle of liquor away, taking a deep swig. She snatched it back from him and shot him a lethal look, making him grin.

"Buzz off, gumshoe. This is mine. I earned it. Plus, it's the closest thing we've got to morphine, which I kinda need right now. I need some morphine, a shower, a nap, maybe take a crap before all of that..."

"Kid, we all thought you were done for. Valeska and his crazy Terminator bitch said you were."

"I'm not a kid. Yeah, I definitely got shanghaied by those goddamned freaks and it sucked but their bomb didn't kill me like they wanted it to. It just made me fly away, which was totally fun until I landed face, ribs, and tits first into the side of a delivery truck. Don't do that, by the way. It hurts. I managed to get it started and it has some good stuff in there. Ammo, some cases of water, and those military TV dinner things and I think there might be meds. I'm not sure. Speaking of meds, I'm still looking for Lee. She was the best, bravest doctor in the city and if I can find her, you can get The Narrows under control real easy. Everybody loved her because she legit gave a shit so they're looking for her. There's a big T.P. and blankets reward for anyone who finds her. She might be across the river, I dunno. Maybe someone could swim over through the subways to go check and to ask for help in person since using the radio obviously doesn't goddamned work..."

"It's too dangerous. The damage from the bridges blocked or flooded the tunnels."

"Dammit. You can't rig something up, Foxy? You're like the better version of that tech dude from the James Bonds movies. The hell's his name again? X? Y?"

"Q."

"Right...whatever. Where's Bruce?"

"Selina..."

"Where. Is. Bruce? Alfred, where is he? Did he...where the hell is he?! What happened?!"

"Valeska showed up here gloating and he snapped. He took a chair to him and...he was in Cap's office but..."

"Get out of my way. Now."

"Selina, I know you're worried but..."

"Harper, I really like you but if you don't get the fuck out of my way, I swear to God, I'll..."

Bruce stepped out of the office and all eyes went to him. All he could see was Selina. He was still shaking and breathing was getting more difficult by the second but he couldn't look away. He didn't even want to blink because then, she would disappear and...

"Oh, no."

As soon as she touched him, reality hit him all at once.

She was real.

She was alive!

"Bruce. Bruce? Come on, baby, look at me...you need to breathe...look at me!"

His first instinct was to obey her and he did just that. His Selina wanted him to breathe. She wanted him to look at her and he was going to. He was going to do any and everything she asked.

Baby? That was new. Selina usually called him B or by his full name. Either that or she called him a douchebag or something else along those lines but fondly. Never a pet name. She had always cringed at pet names and other conventional romantic relationship things like them. But, she was alive. She was alive. She was battered and bruised and didn't smell very good but she was alive. Selina was alive! She wasn't gone. Jeremiah hadn't taken her away from him. Gotham hadn't stolen her away from him. He hadn't lost her. She was alive. She was right in front of him. He wasn't dreaming. He wasn't hallucinating.

"Selina?"

"Hey, Bruce."

"You're alive."

"Barely."

"...y-you're alive?"

"Yeah, I'm alive. I'm right in of- ow!"

Bruce knew that he would have to do some serious groveling later but he didn't care. He hauled Selina flush against him and squeezed as hard as he could, uncaring of her injuries. The noises escaping him could be called crying or maybe screaming, he wasn't sure. As if let loose from a puppeteer's strings, he slumped against the wall and surprising him, Selina wasn't fighting him.

She was holding onto him just as tightly. She was crying like she had after her failed suicide attempt and he loosened his grip enough for her to look up at him. She had to look up at him, now. She had to stand on her tiptoes to give him a proper kiss when they were standing. He remembered when she was taller than him. He remembered when they first met. Every memory he had with her, good and bad, was running through his mind at warp speed.

Cupping his face, she kissed him deeply and he responded immediately, mindful of her cut lip. His second hug was much gentler and he smiled at a beaming Alfred, a crying and grinning Jim. They loved her just as much as he did. They were her family, along with Barbara Kean, and...

"As soon as the Travel Ban lifts, I'm going on vacation and I'm taking you with me. I don't give a shit about your Mission or whatever the hell you call it. We're going someplace warm where we can get falling down fucked up drunk legally and I can have my tits out."

Bruce tried to laugh but he kept sobbing, drinking her in greedily. She was alive. His best friend, his heart, his Selina was alive! She wanted to go someplace warm? Done. She wanted him with her? Done. Whatever she wanted, whatever she needed, he would do it. Even if (when) it compromised his moral compass, he would do it anyway because Selina Kyle was alive. She was alive and he wasn't going to question how. Okay, he would because that was how he was. He always wanted answers but the universe had granted him a most precious gift and...

"...not you, too?"

His voice was small and the smile, the look she gave him was the softest he had ever seen.

"Not me, too. Not today. Not ever. You're stuck with me, Bruce Wayne. Get used to it."

[thewickeddays]

Never have I ever tag

Tagged by these lovely people @toglidethroughlife @uhh-the-green-thing @lanapowellblog @brothersbeaumont @rileyanddrake Thank youuu ☺️

‣ 1ST RULE: tag 9 people you want to get to know better - I’m just gonna tag whoever sees this because I’m lazy idk who’s done this or not so if you see this and want to do it, go ahead, be sure to mention me in the post so I can see it too!!

‣ 2ND RULE: BOLD the statements that are true.

‣ APPEARANCE:

I am 5'7 or taller

I wear glasses

I have at least one tattoo (I want to)

I have at least one piercing

I have blonde hair

I have brown eyes

I have short hair (just above my shoulders but it counts, right?)

My abs are at least somewhat defined

I have or have had braces

‣ PERSONALITY:

I love meeting new people

People tell me that I’m funny

Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me (I suck at it tho lol)

I enjoy physical challenges

I enjoy mental challenges

I’m playfully rude with people I know well

I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it

‣ ABILITY:

I can sing well

I can play an instrument

I can do over 30 push-ups without stopping

I’m a fast runner

I can draw well

I have a good memory

I’m good at doing math in my head (But I suck at calculations and shit)

I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute

I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestlings (if you have younger siblings and cousins and don’t take advantage of their weeker limbs do you even have you ger siblings and cousins?)

I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch

I know how to throw a proper punch

‣ HOBBIES:

I enjoy playing sports

I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else

I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else

I have learned a new song in the past week

I work out at least once a week (did you mean: at least twice a day? becuse sports program lol)

I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months

I have drawn something in the past month

I enjoy writing

I do or have done martial arts

‣ EXPERIENCES:

I have had my first kiss

I have had alcohol

I have scored the winning goal in a sports game

I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting (two words: STRANGER THINGS. Season 2 was so good too like jeez louiseeee)

I have been at an overnight event

I have been in a taxi

I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year (I got a bad concussion in February, did some flips, landed on my head- it was pretty wild. Also a few months ago I came off work with a stick in my leg and I had to get it cut out lmao)

I have beaten a video game in one day

I have visited another country

I have been to one of my favourite band’s concerts (I USED TO BE a directioner okay so two times for my birthday I got tickets for their concerts because it was all I wanted ugh I’m so basic)

‣ MY LIFE:

I have at least one person I consider a best friend

I live close to my school

My parents are still together

I have at least one sibling

I live in the United States

There is snow right now where I live (It was like a fucking winter wonderland a few days ago but now it’s all meltes away)

I have hung out with a friend in the past month

I have a smartphone

I have at least 15 CDs (I have a lot of classical music that I’ve had since I was little, it was all I ever listened too and I have like 10 of only Vivaldi lmao)

I share my room with someone

‣ RANDOM SHIT:

I have breakdanced (In 4th grade I was in a dance off and let me tell who, sis is WHITE, okay I cannot dance to save my life)

I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce

I have dyed my hair

I’m listening to one song on repeat right now

I have punched someone in the past week

I know someone who has gone to jail

I have eaten a waffle today

I know what I want to do with my life (lmao what hOW????)

I speak at least 2 languages

I have made a new friend in the past year

done yay

[theunsungparagon-blog]

Edited and condensed: I can't say I ever stopped loving her. I wouldn't want to. But I did her wrong, and she's moved on. While I'm super happy for her that she's got her life on track and doing amazing for herself, I miss her like crazy. Best friend of 7 years, roughly, even though I'm sure that's wrong and she'd be able to tell you down to the exact day. But I remember seeing her for the first time. I'm sure I passed her 100 times in the hallways of our school, probably even had a few classes with her here and there. But that day, I recognized her. As someone who was supposed to be in my life. I'm sure that's not how I would of phrased that back then, we were only in middle school. Middle school band kids. I couldn't decide what instrument I wanted to play, so I believe I was still playing the clarinet. As fate was to have it, the clarinets were right across from the flutes, I could see her all class long. It may sound like I stalked her a little bit, but I promise the younger me had a circle of friends that was more important than any woman could be at the time. But still, she caught my attention. She never was very big. Small, petite. And of course being a 90's baby in middle school, she had her Goth phase. She either wore tighter clothing with dark makeup, or dressed really well and classy, there was no in between. And boy did it drive me wild. She even had the Goth attitude to back up her 4' flat physical height. We had a couple of mutual friends, and I got to chat with her here and there for awhile, but we wasn't really friendly at the time. Then we picked up a pretty intense love/hate relationship that lasted years. We fought plenty, but when you're truly friends with someone, you're going to bite their head off every now and then. Our good times outweighed the bad tenfold, easily. I enjoyed seeing her. I enjoyed her presence. We were always up to something. Whether it was hanging out with our mutual friends, living it up at holiday parties, or just watching her draw, we always had something we could do together. We would crawl on top of her house, parents gripping that we'd tear up the shingles, so we walked softly so they wouldn't hear us directly disobeying them. We'd lay down and lazily gaze at the stars while she rattled off about anything and everything, getting lost in a world somewhere between our reality and her dreams. It was like she was lost amongst the stars while we were up there, but I too would get lost when I would look over at her and just stare. She had this inner beauty always radiating from her. Maybe it just came with her knack of talking about everything so passionately, she gave feeling to the simplest things. It wasn't just a body of water with her. It was a perfect Golden-yellow sandy beach, stretching for miles down the coast, and every wave that rolled in brings the tide a little higher each time. It was the rolling waves out at sea, crested with their white caps, that crashed softly into the sandy shore and slowly pulled back. It was the gusts of wind that blew across the surface of the water, dragging it's finger across it, creating a shimmering effect against the bright sun, not hidden by clouds. It was her perspective. It gave her character I haven't seen in anyone else, even to this day. It drew me to her. We constantly talked about everything. Any subject was reason enough to talk to her about it, just to gather her insight on it. But of course, friendship isn't just built on conversation. I had siblings. She had siblings. Luckily they liked each other enough. Our families became friends and we were always going to their house cause my mom had nothing better to do, which was fine by me. We would go over there, and while our parents bullshitted around and got dinner ready or whatever, all us kids would have the game system or cartoons to ourselves. Most the time it was Just Dance for the Wii, which I sucked at, but she still made me do. Or we could all agree on Adventure Time, which still remains as one of my favorite shows. Point being, I have countless memories of being with her, just being in good company. We spent so much time together, that we sorta just, clicked. Emotions started developing that I wasn't sure what to do with, and I couldn't imagine that she felt the way same. So it went unspoken. We still hung out, all the time, but we picked up different lovers. Of course I would get jealous, but what was I to do. So when she would run into a problem with one of hers, I would try to give the best advice I could, cause she did the same for me. And while her attention towards me dropped while she was dating, I knew she still loved me, and I tried to see the best I could in her boyfriends. Some of them treated her alright. It was pretty much the usual middle school/high school relationships. Eventually, they ended. Sooner or later, we found that it felt nice to hold each other. Or it was for me. When I stayed at her house and we were tired enough to go to sleep, there was a feeling of being at home almost when I'd cuddle up to her and wrap my arms around her. Feeling her chest expand and contract would put me under faster than rocking a baby. There would be nights I'd stay awake, just to watch her sleep in my arms. Her soft hands holding onto my arms to make sure I didn't go anywhere, while her body heat lulled me to close my eyes, being as content as I've ever been. Id run my hand through her hair, a silent gesture she would never know about, telling her I'll always be here for her. That I'll keep her safe. It wasn't just with sleeping, either. I'd sit right next to her on the couch, watching movies or just chilling, and sit on her legs or tuck mine under her, and feel bliss. I was ecstatic just to be around her. To be able to touch her. This went on for a little while, till I had to move. I was almost heart broken just thinking about having to leave her. She was one of my only friends. But it was something that had to happen, I guess. We fell off for a little while after that. We were off doing our own things. And for a little while, the thought of her was dimmed. I was making new friends, going to parties, doing school related activities, the whole 9 yards. But eventually that luster died out, and I went to missing her pretty bad again. Then, we just started messaging each other, a lot, out of nowhere. This go around was different though. My emotions wasn't the only ones that was growing. I was able to flirt with her. It was weird at first, but we didn't flirt that much cause we were still maintaining our friendship level. It was nice though. It made me giddy in the sense that it put butterflies in my stomach. All was happy and merry again. We fought off and on as usual. Then, I graduated. I'm not really one for school. I missed probably half of my high school years simply because fuck that, I didn't want to go. I never done any of my work, cause I had better things to be doing, and I'm pretty sure the only reason I wasn't ever held back was cause the teachers didn't want to put up with me again. But, I ended up in alternative schooling and smashed out all my classes I fell behind in, and even came out two credits ahead. I didn't even want to go to graduation. But I'm glad I did. It will be iny memories for as long as I live. I tried talking her into going to my graduation cause I really wanted her to be there, but she told me she couldn't. I had planned to skip it and go smoke with a few buddies of mine, but my mom told me she was coming along with my grandparents and my other best friend, so I had to go. I sat through all that bullshit and was ready to leave as soon as it was over. I went to find my mom so I could leave, and who was it.? Her. I was shocked, I couldn't do anything while she came running at me and tackled me with a big hug. It actually made me feel like I accomplished something that night. So I finished talking with everyone and thanked them for coming, and we had to take her home. Once we got there, of course our moms had to catch up, we went to her room. The atmosphere seemed a bit awkward, but we hadn't actually seen each other in forever and I just graduated. So we sat down on her bed and done some idle chitchat for a while, and something crazy in my head told me to kiss her. Shit, she very well could of told me to kiss her, and I might have just been so nervous, it seemed like it was in my head. Either way. It happened. I'm surprised I didn't melt on her floor right there and then. As soon as our lips touched, my heart actually skipped a beat or two, all of my air escaped me and I couldn't get it back, my hands went numb. I knew I was done for. It was a bigger rush than any drug could ever give you, spoken from experience. Her lips felt unreal. They were how I would expect a mixture of the ocean and a lotus flower would be if you could kiss them. She breathed fire into my heart that burned hotter and hotter for her. I had to leave, right after the kiss, so I couldn't say much to her at the time, my mind was still a mess. The thought of that kiss lingered in my head for the longest time afterwards. It was all I could think about for weeks. Shortly after I graduated, her mom offered for me to live with them. I should of known better, but I couldn't resist. So I moved in with them. First night I was there, she came running in, practically, and jumped in bed with me. I loved it. I couldn't hold her tight enough. It was a night of talking, and just loving on her. She had set my phone so the screen wouldn't time out for 10 minutes, a setting I put on all my phones now, so we could see each other. And I studied her face in that dim light like I'd never see it again. I kissed her. Then I kissed her again. And again. I was on my deathbed and her lips answered prayers. It built up to me leaving a love mark on her, a slow but surely build up as to why her mom grew to hate me so much. And that also became an off and on thing while I was living there. She had a job at a restaurant, I was running around putting applications in. She would go to school, I would help her mom around the house. And as time went on, it became more apparent we had feelings for each other. Her parents didn't like it too much, and it put a lot of stress on her. I didn't see that at the time, and was being overbearing with my love. I pushed her away, bad. I wound up leaving, and moved in with my mom to help with my grandma and take my mind off things. It felt like forever. I didn't hear from her for months. Then, out of the blue, she messaged me. And we just picked up right where we left off, nothing seemed to be wrong. It didn't matter that we fought. I had a job at walmart and had enough money to go pick her up for a weekend here and there. We even got to take her to Arkansas with us, and took her camping. We went to dig in the diamond mine, which is just a big ass field, but mostly just swam and enjoyed ourselves. Just watching her swim in the late evening was near magical. Or how she couldn't sleep so we walked to the lake at 3in the morning, and she fell asleep on me while we sat on the bench. The point being, she was around more and more. And that's when I really got to love on her. She gave me her everything. Her body was a masterpiece that offered me a haven and a canvas to paint an escape of my own reality with my kisses. I realized there was no way this was lust. It was raw love. This was the woman I wanted to spend my life with. I would of eloped with her and ran off to some other country, just to spend more time with her. I had seen every aspect of this woman, her bare minimums, and was head over heels for her. And having such an intense sex drive for her, only added on to that. We started getting serious, and that's when things really started to heat up. She was enrolled for college, she had got accepted to a damn good one and she was nervous about it. Her parents still didn't like the idea we liked each other. To the point of threatening her over it. So we kept it hush hush for the most part. Or she wanted to, I didn't, so much. I still didn't quite have a grip on how to handle love and what it was supposed to be. So her stress started building up again. Only this time, mine built with hers. She finally started college. She had all these guys that I worried about and bugged her over. She had her mom constantly making her life a hell over. She was trying to adjust to being in a new environment. So what do you do in a situation like that.? Not what I did. I cracked. I fucked up. I didn't give her everything I had. What she needed, was love. She needed reassurance that everything was going to be fine. But I didn't give her that. Instead, I fought with her. When she wanted to fight, we fought. When she was in a bad mood, we fought. If she was under a lot of stress, we fought. It wasn't that I necessarily wanted to, I just didn't have the right mindset to give her what she needed. We fell off again, hard. Bad enough it broke every fiber in my heart when it broke. It devastated me to the point I was void of any emotion. I wasn't myself for awhile. I went on a drug spree, almost hoping I'd get lucky enough that one of them would kill me as I set blaze to a self destructive path behind me. I eagerly accepted any drug that was handed to me, hoping something would fill me whole again. I didn't want to admit it, but without her, I'm missing a piece of myself. And it was killing me faster than the drugs was. I wasn't suicidal, but a heartbreak like that, forces you to change. And change is one hell of a ride, especially if you try to avoid it, like I did with drugs. I soon realized that drugs wasn't fixing anything though, so I tried to find comfort else where. Mostly random hookups, since it was love I was after. Or the feeling of being loved. No. I wanted her. But she didn't want anything to do with me. She blocked me from everything. So I went to parties, and pulled a few one night stands, and the occasional one that stuck around for a month or so. But those still didn't help. I realized I was at the bottom one night when I had a panic attack and was crying my eyes out. I might of changed, but one thing didn't, my feelings for her. I've only had one panic attack I couldn't get under control myself, and she talked me through it. Why couldn't she do it again.? It was just over a year since we talked, so i messaged her, then had my mom message her just in case she still had me blocked. Then sure enough, she messaged me. I instantly felt better. I didn't tell her I was having a panic attack, but i laid out what was on my chest, and she calmed me down before having to retire to bed. So now we get to talk to each other again, even though she has a boyfriend. It might not be as much as I would like, but it somewhat fills the hole she left when we had our falling out. I miss her like God damn crazy though. And I still love her with a passion hot enough to burn a rain forest to a smoldering heap against the earths floor. If I had a second chance, or even a do over, things would be different, I would love her like the best friend she's been to me all these years. I would love her right, and treat her like the God damn goddess she is. Moral of the story is, if you have a chance of dating your best friend, live it up, guys. Take time out of your day just to tell them how much you love them. Don't fight over things that aren't going to matter after you guys are done fighting about it. Make sure to remember exactly how cherish able they are to you, and hold them fucking close. Love with all your heart I really wish I had a chance at loving you right, I botched it up pretty good the first time. But you deserve so much more than I could ever give you. I hope you find someone that makes you feel how you've made me feel all these years. One you'll fall madly in love with, and never be able to break that.. Cause you deserve it. I love you so, so, so, very much, Goob. Love, yours truly