#brother I am one inconvenience away from ending it all on god

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request: @t3rnished ; like I don't know if you know this, there's this spinoff called attack on Titan Junior High, it's based off the actual anime jsjsjs and there's these two characters one who always says " After this why don't we just get married? " like after every inconvenience -- so I was wondering how the rise turtles would react over a doting reader who always says that?? Likw they're also super protective!! There are some clips on youtube!!

🝮 “ wedding bells ”

platonic!rise boys x y/n

author’s note: phew, it’s been a while, did y’all miss me? yes? no? okay, well, here i am with a request someone made a whiiiiile ago but it was in my convos so i forgot about it til now 😭 i’m so sorry bb, i hope you like it 😔 i didn’t watch the show but i hope this comes off close? yes? no? okay, bye bye, luv you !!!

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How fitting is it that your first meeting with the brothers could have been described as a knight in shining armor? At any other point it would have been them as the saviors, but when you’re caught off guard, you tend to be left in a pinch.

Which is where four particular brothers found themselves when a duo of jellyfish mutants crashed what should have been a regular, totally normal picnic. They should’ve been in their A-Game, a battle that was supposed to be a walk in the park, until a barrage of electric tentacles whipped them all straight on their ass.

“ C’mon, we save the world and this is the thanks we get! ”

Groaned the brother in blue, rocking on the ground as he held the stinging of his abdomen tightly.

“ Do you believe in white flags? ”

Whimpered the brother in orange as he waved a little white flag with eyes shut tight in pain.

The fishy duo scoffed, going on about some mess about mutants league that was hellbent on blaming these four for their plights as “ humans whose lives were ruined ”, before pulling back what would have been a mean hit seizing their victory!

Emphasis on “ would ”, because just as the exhausted four accepted defeat, a knight appeared on the scene with a battle cry and a swinging bag!

“ AAAAAH!! ”

You yelled in panic, swatting the tendrils away with a wimpy squeak each time contact singed your bag. Your shaking legs and chattering teeth were ignored as the battle came to a standstill, both sides simply gawking as a metaphorical tumbleweed passed by. You sucked in an inhale, gritting your teeth and tightening your grip as you glared down the duo.

“ UH—UM! WELL… Stop! ”

You jabbed your finger in their direction then shooing them away.

“ Oh? ”

One of the villainous brothers cooed, taking a step forward as he recovered from the surprise.

“ You’re meddling in matters you don’t quite get, so do us all a favor and SCRAM! ”

Electricity jolted menacingly as he thrusted a tentacle towards you. You prepared to swing that mighty bag of yours once more before a flash of red apparated before you, blocking the attack altogether. The boys behind you all jumped to their feet, shrugging off their fatigue and assuming positions with a newfound strength.

The largest one, clad in red, turned to flash you a toothy grin and a thanks, but all you could do was stare wide-eyed. There was one sentence hanging on your tongue, slipping out without even a chance of censorship.

“ Marry me. ”

He turned to fight back the villainous jellies, only to trip and faceplants instantly, turning to you with a bewildered, flustered look?!

“ Say what now!? ”

Obviously, as every other encounter ends, the brothers reigned supreme over the mutant jellyfish brothers, but you became a constant in their everyday lives. By the grace of the gods or by misfortune, you would somehow always end up appearing where a villain was. Be it out of breath, as though you seeked danger out, or by surprise as you stepped out of whatever little shop you turned up at, there was something the brothers could always count on, and it was you.

Or well, your little quips.

See, they were almost as bad as Leo’s, if not for the charming execution and your charismatic nature. No matter how bad the scenes got, once everyone pulled through, they could all count on you breaking the silence with a snarky, completely out of breath,

“ That was—hah, haaaah— one, phew, that was a doozy! Why don’t we just get married and out this all behind us? ”

Followed by a little thumbs up as you laid flat on the aftermath debris. Collective groans escaped the team, followed by Leo shouting, “ Donnie! Did you get that one? ” You couldn’t help but laugh, exhaustedly hoisting your aching body up to see the purple projection tallying up just how many times you’d ended a fight with a similar comment.

“ That makes the 57th time you’ve said this, Y/N. Do I hear the wedding bells already? ”

Leo grinned, cross-legged with his head planted against his hand.

“ Oh hush. ”

But, it didn’t end there. No, your behavior peeked its head even in the smallest inconveniences or the most normal of interactions. Each brother had been exposed to your proposals, and they all had different reactions to them.

For Mikey, it’s a given that the first incident was food related. A weary you had stumbled down into the lair, wilting at the kitchen table as you basked in what might have been a perfect reenactment of that scene in Ratatouille. With your head in your arms, laid against the table, you hummed to the menagerie of cardamom and chili powder, of parsley and an aromatic blend of diced onions, carrots, and greens.

It wasn’t long before the brother noticed your company and chuckled, stirring his craft as its smell wafted you into a waltz, dipping you through the heartwarming tastes.

“ Don’t worry, I’ll make you a bowl that’ll get you right on your feet, Y/N. ”

While you had simply groaned in response, your pep had returned just as you got a bite of whatever masterpiece this artist crafted. As it melted on your tongue, enlivening your whole being, you stared starry-eyed at the brother and purred your usual quip.

“ Oh Mikey, why don’t we just get married so I can experience this for the rest of my life! ”

Albeit flustered, Mikey simply shook his head and laughed.

“ That’s probably the best compliment my cookings ever had! Maybe I’ll just hire you as my taste tester? ”

“ Please!! ”

After a while, Mikey would eventually let you lend a hand in the kitchen, too. Soon, your homecooked meals were sought after by friends and family, all taken aback by how you managed to create amazing dishes so suddenly???

Now, for Raph, he hadn’t gotten used to these quips, and sometimes you weren’t actually kidding! I mean, how could you not? He was like those folks in fairytales, always there to protect you, to lend a listening hear and a helping hand! He might’ve been the first to hear your little proposals and affection, but boy he was the farthest from being normal about it. Especially with how starry-eyed you would gaze at him while saying it!

“ Y/N! ”

You perked at your name being called, turning to see yourself as the unlucky target of some sort of machinery’s attack. As it unhinged its metallic jaws, lunging at you to chomp, its body was shattered under the force of a fist, glittering red with invigorating magic.

“ Are you okay? ”

He asked, peering down at your frame with such an air of heroism that you melted into a smile.

“ I love how heroic you are. ”

For a moment, he completely forgot of the other little mousers closing in with clanging jaws. Everything flooded back just as quickly as it left, with his gaze snapping back to the threat as he guarded you.

“ Y/N, ya really gotta stop flustering me like that! Raph doesn’t, doesn’t—he doesn’t know how to, ah—. ”

He shakes his head, stumbling over his words before lunging to strike. You were amazed by his strength, if not for the sudden realization of their multiplying once being struck.

“Ah, Wait, hey—hey, Raph? Raph?! RAPH!! I think they’ve been—they’re, THEY’RE MULTIPLYING LIKE THE SILVERFISH, RAPH STOP HITTING THEM! ”

You squealed, trying to get his attention as you batted a mouser away with your trusty bag! He was heroic, strong, but sometimes a ditz. Not like that made you love him any less!

Now, for Leo it always seemed like he was with it. Sometimes you couldn’t even tell if he was joking! He was quick to pick up your habits.

The first time it happened, you were the one to be dumbfounded. None of the other brothers would allow it, but he let you go on patrols with him. Perhaps he just needed an ear to talk off, or maybe it was because you were a magnet for danger? Whatever the reason, he let you tag along, and you were overjoyed.

Atop a roof’s edge you sat, swinging your legs while gazing across the cityscape with an eye almost as watchful as his.

“ Aahh, the nighttime is so serene, once you tune out the bustling noise. ”

You laid back, eyes closed as you inhaled the lunar air. The rustling beside you indicated he followed suit, laying back. Peeking at him with one eye, you purred a snide remark.

“ Say, shouldn’t you be focusing instead of relaxing? ”

“ Me? Focus? Not when you’re chilling so comfortably beside me. ”

You both have a breathy little chuckle, gazing at the stars and basking in the tranquility of the night. It wasn’t as though every night brought with it threat. In fact, most patrols were spent this same way—relaxing somewhere in each other’s time, wasting away the hours until it was “ throw in the towel ” time. As the city sounds drowned into the background, you gave an exhale and opened your mouth to speak.

“Aaahh, how delightful it would be to stay like this forever. ”

“ Yeah, maybe we should just marry the night together? ”

You could hear the grin in his voice, reaching over to shove him playfully.

“ Pft, copycat! Marrying is my thing. ”

“ Oh really? Then maybe you should marry me, I’m obviously the most wed-able brother. ”

“ Is that a word? ”

You gave a scrutinizing gaze, tinged with a goofy grin as he shrugged and declared “ it is now ! ”

Now, he had even thrown them at you a few times in combat, like say for instance, when he caught you in his arms after a hefty opponent had unceremoniously swatted you away from the battlefield. Even you were caught off guard in the moment, clinging to the turtle’s chest while trying to catch your breath.

“ You know what they call this hold? ”

He adjusted his grip on you, emphasizing the position of you draped in his arms, but you were much too out of it to catch yourself from the spider’s web trap he laid for you.

“ Wh-what? ”

The smirk on his face reeled you in, but not before you could interrupt him with a “ hey, wait! “

“ Bridal style. Ah, are those wedding bells I hear? Hurry, my bride, rush to the ceremony! ”

He laughed, placing you down and shoving you towards an exit, implicitly saying, “ it’s too dangerous, get out of here. “

For the last brother, Donnie, it always seemed like he was going to ban you altogether. The heavy sigh that crawled out of him each time you made a quip was enough to momentarily question whether or not you were getting too ahead of yourself. Were you playing too much? Should you rein it in a little? If it weren’t for the split-second smirks, you would have long since dropped your displays of affection with him.

And, after a while, he started to play along with your charades as Leo did—albeit only in the comfort of their own home.

Initially he held his tongue and ignored your comments, and you had trouble reading him. Was he genuinely annoyed? The brothers would tell you otherwise, say that he thought it was funny in his own way, they’d tell you not to worry, but how could you ignore it when he would roll his eyes? Growl? Seem completely annoyed by your antics?

It wasn’t until he experienced your chivalrous protector nature that he started responding differently to your affection. In the fight against Shredder, they knew they were all on their own against this threat. No one in their right mind would stand up for any of them, not to this demon!

So, when his battleshell was demolished by one swipe of the demon, he prepared himself for the final blow, comically waving a white flag, before a shadow was casted over him and a signature bag was swung like a torch at a monster.

“ GET AWAY, B-BACK UP, LEAVE HIM ALONE!! ”

Your signature scream had brought him back to his senses as he watched your trembling frame try pathetically to swat away the threat. Aside from April, you may have been the only human who would try foolishly to protect any of the brothers from an enemy infinitely stronger than you, and he couldn’t help but respect that.

So, he had taken it upon himself to put a bit more energy into humoring you.

Dramatically leaning into Donnie, hand across your forehead and your other hand reached for the heavens, you mewled playfully.

“ Oh, dearest Donnie, even if the gods were to be against you, I would be your knight! ”

With a giggle, you let him grab your hand, spinning and dipping you.

“ And pray tell, beloved Y/N, how dost thou intend to protect one who hast more power than thou? ”

His brothers groaned from the couch, more than accustomed to the strange dynamic cultivated between you both.

“ Tell, I will, with all my strength I’ll fend off the threats with my trusty sword! ”

You held up your bag with a determined expression. Laughter filled the room before you both joined the couch for movie night.

Well, Donnie sat normally.

You gave a battle cry and leapt onto them. It was an understatement to say you fit comfortably into this family’s puzzle like a long-lost piece.

[angel-tsugikuni-kamukura]

Manhwa's I have read this year

Pink means it's my favourite ones.

The remarried empress

Men of harem

Lady and the beast.

Royal Shop of Young Lady.

Forget My Husband I'Il Go Make Money.

I Want To Become The Emperor, So I Need A Divorce.

I tamed my ex husband's madog.

The Villainess Debuts Gorgeously.

I Will Fall With The Emperor.

I Failed To Throw The Villain Away.

your regrets mean nothing to me.

Bastian.

my in-laws are obsessed with me.

A Divorce evil lady bakes cake.

The price of braking up.

The tree are living a married life.

Dangerous Fiancée.

My Husband is a antisocial count.

Baked by the barones.

Who kidnapped the empress.

the villainess tames the beast.

if you desire my despair.

the abandoned princess secret Bedroom.

The Mistress Runs away.

It's not your child.

The monstrous dukes adopted daughter.

The Saintes returns as a vilian.

Regina Rena.

You never meet a villainess like me.

Tru education.

As the Villainess I rejected these happy bad endings.

The archduke gorgeous wedding was a fraud.

I will take the dutchy from today.

Isn't being a wicked woman much better.

Flirting with the villain's dad.

Goddess emila wants to escape.

My goal is to achieve success on my own

I refuse to be executed a second time.

Romance is dead.

I'm devorsed but I'm a chaebol.

I'm in trouble because my husband is so cute.

I'm the queen in this life.

Go away romeo.

Janice.

If you want a fake sister.

I'm being raised by villain's.

I'm the fake saintess but the gods are obsessed with me.

The heat of the reincarnated villainess.

Attic princess.

The older sister of a maniac.

I thought it was a common Isekai story.

The abandoned bachelorette enjoys her simple life.

Love doesn't matter.

I've become the villainous emperor.

The way to protect the female leads older brother.

I have become the heroes rival.

Death is The only ending for the villainess.

Who made me a princess.

Marriage of Convenience:95

Royal marriage.

Aidin.

The Obsessive second male lead has gone wild.

I am the real one.

I don't love you anymore.

I'm ingaged to the Obsessive male lead.

Lies become you.

You go marry my husband.

How to get my husband on my side.

Empress simulation.

I'll be the matriarch in this life.

The dukes dark lady.

In to the light once again.

My body has been possessed by someone.

Depths of malice

Becoming the villain's family.

My destiny to be the hero's saviour.

The real daughter is back.

A noble pirate.

The world without my sister.

I'm devorseing my tyrant husband.

Even if I'm the villainess I'll become the heroine.

Beast's Flower.

Once Wicked always wicked.

Ashtarte.

Crownless queen.

I thought I didn't have long to live.

I tamed a Tyrant and Ran Away.

Beloved in-laws.

The villainess revenge.

Your Majesty please don't kill me again.

And Unseemly lady.

Baby tryant.

The tyrant wants to be good.

I will politely decline the male lead.

I'm the villainess but so famous.

Crazy princess renia.

The gangster baby of the dukes.

Surving as an illegitimate child.

It's useless to hang on.

Empress cesia wears shorts.

Of all things i became a crow.

No more turning a blind eye.

I became the Ugly lady.

A Stepmother's Marche.

While you are in love.

Devine inconvenience.

After I cured his insomnia, Tyrant became Obsessive.

Revenge is sweeter than honey.

My Unexpected Marriage.

From Duty to Devotion.

Hated It Even More.

I'm to lazy to be the villainess.

The tyrant princess wants to get married.

Stella the star princess.

Please support my revenge.

Reasons to Protect the Witch's son.

The Reason Why The Twin Lady Crossdresses.

Why Do You Love Me When Refuse Your Request.

Finding Camilla.

I Don't Want to Be Loved.

The Villainess has Fun.

Surviving as an Obsessed Servant.

A Saintess adopted by the grand Duke.

I Adopted a Villainous dad.

No Place for the Fake Princess.

Villainess need a Tyrant.

Tamed a blackened slave.

Princess hundreds ways of martyrdom.

A Perfect Ending of the Villain.

Beast within.

I will seduce the male lead for my older brother.

I've become the true villainess.

I became the obsessive villain's babysitter.

I'll change my fate to be executed.

The tyrants tranquillizer.

Crow dutchess.

The Male Leaď's Nephew Loves Me So Much.

Falling for a Dying Princess.

I Am the Villain.

Why Do You Love Me When Refuse Your Request.

The betrayed queen is devoted to by the beautiful baron.

Baby Pharmacist Princess.

The Runaway Lead Lives Next Door.

The villains life l'Il live it once.

La Dolce Vita de Adelaide.

Why Would a Villainess Have Virtue.

My Childhood Friend Became an Obsessive Husband.

10 ways to get rejected by the tyrant.

I Became the Villainess in an Anticlimactic Novel.

To Those Who Long for My Destruction.

Becoming the obsessive male lead's ex-wife.

How to survive as a maid in a horror game.

the fake saint waits to leave.

Obsidian Bride.

Rosalyn Vogart.

Let's take a bath Duke.

The Precious Girl Does Not Shed Tears.

Father i don't want to get married.

The Priest Dreaming of a Dragon.

She No Longer Wields Her Sword.

I am the Male Lead’s Ex-Girlfriend.

Red Laurel Flowers to My Emperor.

I Became The Male Lead’s Female Friend.

Please Don’t Come To The Villainess’ Stationery Store.

In This Life, I Will Raise You Well, Your Majesty.

Vengeance from a Saint Full of Wounds.

The Duke’s Daughter is Going on Strike.

The daughter of evil.

The Villainous grand Duke sister.

Beware the Villainess.

A wicked tale of Cinderella's step mom.

The devil raised a lady.

Reborn As a Character That Never Existed.

The Precious Sister of the Villainous Grand Duke.

I Didn't Save You To Get Proposed To.

I took away the tyrant's virginity.

The dutchess has a death wish.

Heaven official's blessing.

I'm being chased by my husband.

Why she lives as a villainess.

I'll just live on as a villainess.

I created a harm to avoid the male lead.

I became the sultans precious cat.

I'm a villain but I saved the female lead.

I will divorce the female leads brother.

Let's live together.

I became the greatest heiress of the empire.

I raised my younger sister beautyfully .

I Accidentally Saved the Male Lead’s Brother.

I Didn’t Mean to Seduce the Male Lead.

Here reigns the vengeful villainess.

I Am Selling the Main Character’s Shares.

The villainess reverse hourglass.

The price is your everything.

I became the mother of the bloody male lead.

I think it would be better for me to become king.

The Villainess is a Marionette.

As My Husband Said, I Brought in A Lover.

How a Villainess Survives as a Saint.

The Empress Wants To Avoid the Emperor.

The glamours life of the fake mistress.

The villainess reverse hourglass.

I Will Take Responsibility for the Welfare of the Male Lead.

Cinderella Wasn’t Me.

The Crown Prince’s Fiancée.

Not-Sew-Wicked Stepmom.

Marriage Alliance for Revenge.

To My Husband’s Mistress.

The reason why raeliana ended up in the Dukes mansion.

Ennead.

[dotster001]

Elder God; Part Two

Summary: gn!reader The Sea God, Azul, has claimed you as per your "contract". But while he is planning to destroy your realm, someone else is trying to save you...

A/N: this is how I imagine your new tail. Not that it matters....but.... Also there will at least be a part three of this...idk how many more

Part One Part Three Lore Part Four

The first sensation you were aware of was water filling your lungs. Your body's instant reaction was to choke it up. You opened your eyes as you simultaneously tried to stop yourself from breathing in more water, and cough up the water you already had consumed.

"Shrimpy, you can breathe, you know."

A voice emerged from above you, and you became aware of one of the twins from earlier. But that couldn't be right. He didn't have teal skin before.

"Just breathe. It's not that hard," he said, sounding very annoyed. Like your choking was an inconvenience to him.

He groaned, and grabbed you by the shoulders, shaking you aggressively.

"Breathe, God damnit!"

You were so startled, that you stopped choking. And once you stopped, you realized he was right. You could breathe. But how could you breathe?

You moved to stand, and the panic started again when you couldn't move your legs. You looked down and screamed.

Instead of legs, you had a long, shimmering, black tail that ended with fine asymmetrical fins.

Floyd laughed. 

"Aw, you didn't know? It's okay, you'll get used to it. Speaking of," he grinned, before wrapping a finned arm around your waist, and pulling you upright. "Jade and I are going to help you get from place to place until you learn how to use your new fins. It'll take some time, but we'll take real good care of you!"

"Wah-"

"Shh!" He pressed a finger, of what you were now realizing was a webbed hand, to your lips. "Azul will tell you all about it. C'mon!"

He dragged you along with him, your new tail feeling heavy and useless as he maneuvered you through dimly lit halls, only illuminated by a stray torch here and there, that had no business staying illuminated under the water.

At length, Floyd had guided you in front of two large golden doors, and was about to knock, when Jade quickly emerged from the other side. He was also a shade of teal now. Damn, you really wished Idia was here right now to tell you what the fuck was happening.

"Azul's busy. We'll have to meet with him later," Jade said hastily.

"Aw, but I'm bored!" Floyd whined.

The two of them snapped back and forth at each other, and you took the opportunity to peer through the open door behind him.

The room was shrouded in darkness, except for a beacon of blue light, that turned to look at you. You made eye contact with…whatever it was, and for a moment you could have sworn it was…

Jade slammed the door shut, and wrapped an arm around your waist, quickly directing you away.

"While we wait, let's practice using that new tail, shall we?"

"Yay! We'll have so much fun!" Floyd giggled, hurriedly swimming ahead of the two of you.

"Floyd is the best possible teacher. When we were turned, he mastered swimming first," Jade whispered to you.

Your head was spinning. Too much was happening all at once, and your brain was doing it's best to keep up.

….

"This is a delightful surprise. It's not often I am visited by the angel of death," Azul's voice emerged from the darkness he was lurking in.

Not that the darkness mattered to him. His eyes were calibrated to be able to see in the inkiest of blackness.

"I must say, your brother has gotten even better at blending in since last we met. I almost didn't recognize you two."

"My brother's abilities only grow stronger as his domain expands. And it's always expanding," he said with pride.

"True," there was a bitter tint to Azul's voice.

"My brother has sent me to collect what's his," he said, keeping his voice light to hide his anger.

"There is nothing here that belongs to him."

"Neither does it belong to you. Is it so hard for you to collect willing sacrifices these days that you're taking unwilling ones?"

"As I recall, the Lord of the Dead didn't used to be picky about where his sacrifices came from."

"It's a different era. If a cult of people, who have no idea what they're even worshiping, kidnapped the first person they found on the street, my brother would not accept them."

"Let's make one thing clear," Azul snarled, leaning forward in his throne. "They initiated the deal with me. I was prepared to let them go. And another thing. Why isn't your brother here himself? Despite his realm expanding, he grows weaker by the day-"

"Shut up!" He snapped. "My brother is too busy for a scummy second rate God, like you!"

At that moment, Jade opened the door at his back. He turned to look and saw you. He doubted you'd recognize him. And even if you would have, Jade slammed the door too fast for you to have processed what you saw.

"Listen here, little angel," Azul hissed, bringing him back to the conversation at hand. "Tell your brother if he truly wants Y/N, he should come claim them himself. This conversation is over."

Sometimes Ortho hated how smart his brother had crafted his new body. Because it meant he knew that arguing further would accomplish nothing, and all he could do was return home empty handed.

….

"It's too hard," you groaned, your fin muscles sore from attempting to use them.

"It takes time," Jade hummed.

"No it doesn't!" Floyd said with a laugh, flapping his tail in what would have been a playful way if he hadn't been the one who helped kidnap you and flip your life upside down.

"Why do I even have a tail anyway? Why haven't you just killed me yet?" You cried, the stress of the last four days catching up to you.

"Because you have been chosen to be an attendant to the Lord over all the seas. You should feel honored. My brother and I-"

"That was so long ago, I don't want to talk about that," Floyd whined, resting his head on your shoulder and wrapping his tail around yours.

You stiffened, which must have excited him because he giggled and tightened his grip.

Before you could try to wiggle away, you heard a beautiful voice. The three of you turned in the direction of it. Floyd and Jade wrapped their arms around you, and started leading you back towards the doors Floyd had taken you to earlier. Not that you cared. You needed whoever was making that voice. Desperately. There was a hole in your chest and you knew he could fill it.

At least that's how you felt until the voice stopped and you were made aware of the thing hiding in the shadows edge of the throne room.

"Come closer," the sea god ordered. Floyd escorted you closer, and you could faintly see a massive shape in the shadows.

"What a lovely little thing you've turned out to be," the sea god hummed, a single tentacle reaching out of the darkness and tilting your chin up. You could make out his glowing eyes searching your soul.

He swam out into the light, and you were temporarily woken from his "spell" by the realization of just how massive this octopus mer god was. You'd thought the room was huge, but now seeing him, it felt dwarfed and claustrophobic. You couldn't have been any bigger than the palm of his hand.

But it didn't take long into him continuing to speak for you to be lulled back under.

"You have been chosen to help me destroy your world."

Jade and Floyd grinned and snickered next to you.

"Do not take this position lightly, many have sacrificed a great deal to be granted even a portion of the power you've been gifted." A tentacle came up to caress your cheek, and you found yourself leaning into it. 

"How is their training?" Azul asked the twins.

"Slow," Floyd groaned, sending you a sideways glare.

"They are doing well given the circumstances," Jade hummed. "Floyd seems to forget how long it took for us to adapt."

Floyd pouted, but said nothing. Azul looked you up and down once more.

"Hmm, yes it seems you need more time. It's not a big deal, we're in no rush," he hummed, moving to sit back down on his massive throne.

Jade and Floyd both bowed, one less excitedly than the other, and Jade said, "We will keep you updated on how things are going," before wrapping an arm around your waist and escorting you back out.

It wasn't until the door slammed behind you that you came back to reality.

….

He hated this realm. It was so…alive.

Everywhere one looked, there were rose bushes, crimson red and flourishing. The air was filled with birds chirping. The grass was such a bright shade of green it hurt his eyes, and if that wasn't bad enough, fluorescent pink flamingos and neon hedgehogs ran rampant. Everywhere you looked was life.

This was no place for the God of the Dead.

Idia tightened his grip on the cat carrier strap that was resting on his shoulder, and marched onwards. Years of experience had taught him that the place where the life was most overwhelming was where he would be. Which was why he never visited the Lord of Life. That and his strict rules, and unpredictable servants. Except for a short period of time, eons ago, where he and the God of Life and harvest had been…intimate…he had only willingly put up with his dimension a handful of times.

Where the air was thickest with the overwhelming stench of roses, there he was. Sipping tea with his servants. When he noticed Idia, he raised an eyebrow.

The god of life had taken many forms and names over the years, but this form, Riddle Rosehearts, was by far the one that scared Idia the most. And he had thought Persephone was a terrifying form.

"It's not often you come to visit me," he eyed him suspiciously as he sipped his tea. "There must be something you want that your own capabilities are inadequate for."

He clutched the strap even tighter and took a steadying breath.

"Azul has made a contract to destroy the earth dimension."

Riddle sighed, and set down his teacup.

"And I worked so hard on that one. It was probably my favorite, even if they didn't always take care of it."

He looked at Idia, suspicion clear.

"But why are you telling me? You have everything to gain from the destruction and death that will occur. Your realm will expand exponentially, instantly."

"It's because of his special friend," one of the servants said with a laugh. That was his least favorite one. Cater always knew far too much.

"Special friend?"

"Idia found a human he took a liking to-"

"How could you possibly know anything about me?"

"Because it's my job to know," he said with a Nonchalant shrug. "Just like how I know that the cat you're carrying with you belongs to them."

Riddle eyed the cat carrier, and bit his lip, before saying, "Special friend huh? That's not like you."

"Aw, he's jealous," the newest servant, a red head with an attitude decided to pitch in, a maniacal giggle escaping his lips.

Both Idia and Riddle's cheeks turned a bright red, and with a snap of his fingers, Riddle had placed a collar on the new guy. He pouted, but gave no argument.

"So why are you here, Idia? What do you want me to do about it? If Azul has settled on destroying that dimension, there's nothing to be done," Riddle said patronizingly.

"I…," Idia froze up. Even before you, this was his favorite dimension. A lot of the people were too mean and too loud, but the things, and art, and society they had managed to create was so vibrant and worth dealing with the noise for.

But what he really wanted wasn't to save earth.

He just wanted you back.

"Azul stole my "special friend". I need help getting them back."

The servants at the table all exchanged glances. Riddle sighed, and waved his hand, allowing the table to clear out quickly.

Riddle plucked a rose from a nearby bush.

"I can create life," he said, calmly waving his hand over the bus, his fingertips beginning to glitter. "I can do my best to maintain it, and continue to create more life that provides for it, but eventually," the rose pedals shifted and change, until the flower was no longer a flower, but a bird. "Eventually, death comes for it. Even I am powerless to its strength."

The bird flew away, and his fingers glowed again, a new flower bud growing and replacing the old one. He stood up and walked over to Idia, before stepping on his tiptoes, and placing the flower behind his ear. He gently clasped Idia's hands in his, his gloved fingers massaging his hands in an oddly comforting way.

"You've told yourself a lot of lies about yourself. But for the sake of your special friend, it's time to embrace your truth," he squeezed his hands one more time, before following his servants out. Idia carefully lifted his finger to the rose in his hair, and gently pulled it out. He stared at it for a moment, and its veins filled with black and it shriveled in his palm.

....

[greatkittydream]

Rwby Monster school au. A long ass time ago

Two opposing figures across from each other one of them freshly born Days ago, the other is an ancient entity.

Clad in a roman style of armor with a cape fluttering about on his back as he sat upon a throne made of golden marble. Standing ten feet tall With a shield covering over half of his body to his right and a spear with a four pointed head to his left. On his face rested a picture of unimpressed anger.

Aries: Who's the Fuck do you think you are Keep walking up to me THE God of war. claring yourself better

Speaking down to a figure standing only at six feet of height diminutive compared to the deity in front of him. A being composed entirely of fire-and-brimstone a suit of armor so bulky and sick. It would not be hard to imagine it. Several inches thick with horns protruding out the tall of its head and eyes like that of molten magma. It carried with it, not weapons but oppressive presence. That had every other war god near its understanding it's time to claim of war over.

horseman of war: Declaring myself? no no no, you don't seem to understand I'm not declaring myself better because i'm not a god or a petty thing like you! I am war I am the Mindless slaughter, I am the Strategic genius, I am the mercy, and I am the brutality. I am the mindless killer and I am the hopeful soldier. So while you claim to hold sway over the brutality of war and it's FEAR. You're not but an overseer of a pathetic scrap of my entirety. I was made by the brothers to help bring about the end. Should they decide it, and I will be here long after your dead forgotten? Because as long as there's war, I will never die.

In a Moment Aries was on top of his now perceived opponent. Aries had thousands of years of experience under his belt in an instant. His spear was in front of him. About to stab this up starts through the face. Before he could even fully fully comprehend. What happened his spear was snapped. his face was gripped by an unnatural strength coming from a Gauntlet that had no man inside of it. Somehow, in a fraction of a second war, it had slipped past the spear. And launch itself Up and grab onto ares's face as they were falling onto aries back. Aries teleported them out of olympus into The lands that would In the far future become atlas.

(Smokinotter Unlike modern day atlas This landscape was actually a series of giant mountains I have been grinded down Through decades of Is erosion In fights between powerful entities. It was the perfect place to do it very little collateral damage could be done.)

Miles above the air and quickly falling towards the ground. Aries had managed to grab onto the helm of this empty suit of armor and twisted to where it would fall. Face first towards the mountainous terrain below. Grabbing onto his opponent's leg and pulling it down. War had managed to become fixed to face with Aries, gripping his hair. through a launch of fire Out of the elbow Suit of armor, they were launched down to the surface of the earth, tens of thousands of miles per second. Aries face made contact with a mountainside being dragged through it, his face getting caught up, and torn bits of cheek flesh were torn off .you could see the inside of his mouth through a gaping hole. And eye had come loose, and his skull was bare to see. To many other entities, this would have been a death sentence .to the God. It was nothing more than an inconvenience. The wounds were healing in mere seconds as they were forming. Planting both feet on his opponent's chest and kicking away war was knocking into a mountain. With such force, he Ricochede off the wall of the mountains as if a ping pong ball. Yet Despite that You've been None the wiser The suit of armor simply got out of the Debree Pushing boulders off that weighed thousands of pounds As if each one was as light as a feather When war got up aries was all ready ther grabbing him by one the horns Teleporting them to what Would be the grim lands. Learning from his mistake, he teleported mere feet above the slamming wars face into the dirt of a luscious forest full of life. An Earthquake and a spider web cracked formd miles upon Is long upon from the impact. War has been embedded into the crust. Its entire lower half is the only thing visible. with in a moment as if a strike of lightning Aries faced was backfisted away as warhead slammed his fist through the earth into his face, launching him away. War pulled himself out of the dirt. Feeling something immensely wrong going to the top of its helm. A horn was missing. WAR IS PISSED. Within a flash of fire, a mass of shield, four inches thick coated with blood and a sword that looked to be made of hell fire and melting metal. Formed

He had underestimated his opponent. It's clear that it can't beat him on a one on one. And that aries was learning to fight him quicker than expected. This isn't what this is a duel So he's about to make it war as he was about to strike his shield and summoned uninholy amount of brimstone soldiers. A skeletal hand Planted upon its shoulder stopped it.

Everything had just died. When death's foot touch the ground The entire continent had died the unregulated power of death without a vessel to act as a Conduit was unleashed it happened in an instant birds trees Grass everything had just died the land became barren and unusable Countless eons now even into the modern day this land could not be used.

HOD: I know it may be a bit rude rather, but may I ask why you're fighting with him?

If I am not mistaken, He is to be your overseer. To make sure you don't go overboard with your... Purpose.

HOW: And why the FUCK should I let a lesser fighter? Dictate my actions as overboard or not. Am I not war itself was this not my Purpose why should I be watched after like some idle child.

HOD: It was very clear when Is our creators made us that we would have several overseers to make sure we did not abuse our power. We were put here for a very strict purposes. I have no problem with Thanatos or hel or any other of them Why do you have a problem with yours.

HOW: Fuck you Brother let's just go find our host already.

(Smokinotter The 4 horsemen have many overseers being gods. It said that all the gods of the respective fields, like death or past lawrence and famine, if we're together, could stop their designated horsemen. This is a safety measure. That brother god's created and where to make sure now their creations went hay wire Though with the unexpected growth of mortal life this may not be the case now)

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God, this feels so cringey. I want to die

So, anyway, the young thing should come out sometime tomorrow. I was trying, I think of a good plot point that won't be horny. If you have any suggestions, feel free to leave a comment @ me I'll be sure to respond as soon as possibl

@howlingday What do you think also? Is there anything that you would write or improve upon? I wanna see if i'm getting better at this.

Also I imagine war looks like a chaos champion for warhammer Fantasy specifically a follower of khorn

[midnightlitterateur]

Indecent Proposal

Pairing - Gortash/oc m/f

Warnings - Choking, light bdsm, restraints, smut, rough sex.

Summary - Enver Gortash makes Leah an offer she cannot refuse.

Leah Keene stood her ground. If these goons wanted to get her into Gortashs carriage after she had so very loudly refused then someone was going to be limping home tonight and it was not going to be her. A swift kick in the balls for one and an elbow to the ribs for the other and she was away, running across the square towards the warren of back alleys. They attempted to hobble after her but they were hopelessly outmatched. She handily shrugged off their attempts to grab her, and failed to spot a motionless figure in the shadows that she was headed for and as she passed by the mysterious stranger a thick canvas sack was pulled swiftly over her head and upper body. Shrieking loudly she tried to wrestle her way out but strong arms held her arms down tightly and lifted her off of the rain soaked cobbles of The Wide and carried her back to the cab where she was bundled unceremoniously into the back seat. “Just you behave yourself you little bitch,” she was warned by a gruff voice as she tried to wriggle free, “he only wants a chat.” Leah seethed all the way to Councillor Gortashs fine upper city pad, listening to the clopping hooves of the twin horses that drew the carriage as she planned her revenge on the pricks that had bagged her. “Laugh It up, chuckle brothers,” she thought to herself as she listened to them poke fun,”you’ll get yours.”

The spring rain had begun to fall heavily again as she stepped out of the cab, thankfully she had been allowed to remove the stinking sack that they had used - their second mistake. Their first mistake was not searching her thoroughly for concealed weapons. She let them escort her into the large house and lead her through a veritable rabbit warren of corridors, stairs and rooms. They ended up in a richly appointed drawing room where she was told to wait. As they turned to leave - their third and final mistake, Leah released the stiletto daggers from her bracers with a flick of her wrists and using a rather plush armchair to gain some height she leapt at them, plunging them into their spines with all the righteous fury of the inconveniently slighted. They dropped like two sacks of spuds. She wiggled her daggers free from their twitching flesh and wiped them off as she headed to the window in search of a quick escape but it was apparently too late.

Enver Gortash swept into the room completely ignoring the cooling bodies that were ruining his carpet and set about pouring himself a drink, “Would you like one?” he inquired cordially as if she had not just murdered two of his associates in cold blood. He looked like he had just come from his workshop - the prolific inventor that he was. His white shirt sleeves were rolled to his elbows and traces of oil marked his hands and stubbly face. “Gods the man needed a wash,” she thought, a flush rising to her face as her gaze lingered on his surprisingly compelling forearms “Too busy running his empire to look after himself” Leah supposed.

“A drink? I just killed this sweaty pair of bollocks and you’re offering me a drink? Why am I here Gortash?” She sheathed her dagger’s and stepped towards him palms out, he was safe - for now. Councillor Gortash was a strange one. Guild intelligence was, he had his fingers in everyone else’s pies and was greedy for more. Seemingly not content with that he had made a move into politics but then he fit right in with that shower. Connivers and dissemblers the lot of them.

Gortash and Leah moved in very different circles but just occasionally those circles would overlap. Only recently they had met by chance in an art gallery. Leah had of course been casing the place. A still life had caught her eye and as she had been so captivated by the subject and the muted colours of the oils that she didn’t realise she had acquired a fellow admirer. Gortash had been quite charming and personable as of course he had been on the previous occasions that they had met. Still though, she didn’t like him enough to have been black bagged by his minions and let him get away with it.

“I did warn them to mind their manners but as they say - you can teach the ignorant but you cannot fix stupid. Hello Leah.” He handed her a glass of red wine with a smile and invited her to sit. “Of course you’re wondering why I invited you here. It is all rather cloak and dagger isn’t it?” Out of sheer politeness he allowed his guest to take her seat before settling in the armchair opposite.

“Well, yes. Of course I'm curious,” Leah replied, crossing her legs, noting his eyes lingered on her leather clad thigh “If it was Guild business I doubt you would have bundled me into a carriage in the middle of the night, curiosity is the only reason I'm not walking away from your corpse with wet blades.” She took a breath and a sip of the fine red she had been served, letting that statement sink in. “You want something done off the books don’t you, Enver?”

Gortash held out his arms wide, “You have me!” He laughed, “ But I very much doubt you can divine the topic of our conversation.”

“No. Because I'm not a mind reader, mate.” She sat back in her chair, levelling her gaze at the strangely charming man in front of her. Her face carefully blank as she waited for the negotiations to begin.

“I want to have your mother assassinated and install you as the new Underduke.” He stated it plainly as if it were nothing. Like declaring atrocities was completely normal practice. His eyes narrowed behind steepled fingers as he waited for her reaction.

“I’m sorry, what?” She placed her glass down on the side table carefully. “What the fuck - did you just say?” He knew she had weapons - he’d seen them. What was he playing at?

“I have big plans for Baldur’s Gate. Huge. And I need someone I can rely on at the helm of the Thieves Guild. I think that someone, is you” he sounded perfectly reasonable as if his proposal was a completely sane thing to say to someone who could kill him without any hesitation.

Leah's mind was in full on flight mode. Working out her exit strategy as she stalled for time.“You can’t just come out and say something like that!” Her mind raced with a hundred possibilities but the most likely outcome was that this was a test. That there was no way that he would say something like that if he were unprotected and quite possibly her reaction would determine if she made it out of this room alive. “Why do you think I'd let you kill my mother?” She asked as she decided her strategy, ignoring the sinking feeling in her stomach.

“Several reasons actually. Chiefly - this: She forced that masked bean counter Uktar to break your poor little heart. Made him choose. Between you his “love” and his position in the Guild. Didn’t even have to threaten to break his legs. She showed you his true colours and you hate her for it. So why continue to do her bidding? Take away the only thing she truly cares about, the Guild.

“How do you know about that?” She snapped, beyond irritated that he had brought it up. It was still a very sore point. If he was trying to get her on side this was not the way. What had happened that night in the Guild Hall would stay with her forever. The anger and betrayal was bitterly burned into every fibre of her being. The night she learned a very valuable lesson - trust no one. Not even blood. Her cheeks smouldered with shame even now.

“Well it was quite public - and very cruel. Actually I’m a little impressed. Your mother could give lessons on humiliation but then again couldn’t they all?” He paused, taking a sip of his drink. A moue of distaste passing over his features.

“You have a crap mum too, Gortash?” Leah smiled wryly but the look on his face told her everything she needed to know- shut up. “Sorry,” Leah apologised, “ I shouldn’t pry.” And she meant it but It seemed she had found a very sore point indeed.

Gortash waved it away and continued on “Aren’t you tired of taking orders? You are wasted on them, Leah - wasted!” He gestured to the dead bodies on the floor, “Look at that. Two men. Twice your size. Dead! And they have you picking pockets and stealing paintings? It’s a crime in itself.” He sighed and leaned toward her, addressing her in earnest , “You are incredibly talented Leah and I think - no, I know, that you could do so much better.”

“Really? You think that much of me do you? You don’t even know me.” Leah stood and walked over to the wine to refill her glass and to take a surreptitious glance around the room. She couldn’t see anyone but of course that did not mean that they were alone. There was a curtained alcove which was sizable enough to conceal three - four at a stretch, then there was the corridor outside the room to think about. Her only point of egress was the window but she did not fancy taking her chances jumping from the second floor, her ankles would never forgive her. Then there was the suspiciously odd machinery on the walls at measured intervals - not to be taken lightly in an inventor's house. Fuck.

“I know enough.” He stated simply. “I see you, Leah. I see your worth, your potential.” He left his seat and approached, holding out his hand “I need you.” His voice held more meaning than he meant to convey and she noticed. There was a heavy silence that hung in the air that bordered on the uncomfortable and he feared he may have overplayed this hand. He really didn’t want to activate his wall mounted turrets, not against her. What a waste of talent that would be.

“Oh! You bought it?” Leah exclaimed, her gaze was trained on the wall behind him. She swerved both Gortash and the awkwardness and went to look at the painting that they had enjoyed together at the gallery. The Still life. A skull resting on a book, flowers in the background and an hourglass in the fore. She had planned to come back for it that night but Nine Fingers had other ideas and by the time she did come back it had already been sold. “I'd wondered where that ended up.” She said with a sly smile.

“Yes. The charming study of life and death and everything in between. I couldn’t bring myself to leave it behind.” He recovered quickly and decided to waste no more time. “Well? What do you think of my proposal?”

Leah rolled her eyes and turned to look at him “Can we not just talk about art. We both like that.” She smiled disarmingly and fluttered her eyelashes subtly hoping to distract him.

“Business first, Leah - then pleasure.” His smile, did not make it to his eyes. A sure sign that he was running out of patience.

Leah groaned and played ball. “Like a dog with a bone,” she smiled, “Fine.“If - and only IF, mind you. I don’t want her dead. Not right away.” There was no way she was leaving this room alive if she refused. No guarantee if she agreed either but she knew the bastard fancied her. The few times that they had met he had made it more than obvious. Even now whilst asking for her permission to commit murder he undressed her with his eyes. “That bitch needs to know she's beaten.”

“I'm sure if we put our heads together we can come up with something that will benefit us both.” His demeanour softened a little and the air in the room felt lighter. He was satisfied for now but for how long? Her mind was made up. Seduction it was then.

So she would mirror his movements, hold his eye contact. Flirt a little. Giggle girlishly at his jokes. Anything to get out of this house alive. If there was one thing men like him were willing to believe it was what they wished to be true. “I believe you promised that there would be pleasure?” She said with a hooded coquettish gaze. An eye - chest - eye bounce. It was like lighting a fuse.

“Oh, of course. What kind of host would I be if I left you wanting?” He replied intimately. He held out his arm for her to take and he led her out through the curtain into a wide room full of fine sculptures and notable paintings. They spoke for what seemed an age about his collection and despite the unfortunate circumstances of the evening she was having quite a nice time. There wasn’t much scope for artistic discourse in the Guild unless it was discussing a valuable piece that was in line to get pinched. Leah by this time had been knocking back glass after glass as had Enver and they were both a little bit tipsy.

“Tell me about this one,” she slurred, draining her glass as she listened to his wonderfully cultured voice talking about the portrait of a sleeping woman with a demon perched upon her chest. Perhaps it was the wine but Gortash was becoming more attractive by the glass. Or perhaps it was that she was actually enjoying his company.

“You are putting quite the dent in my wine cellar, young lady,” he remarked as she emptied the dregs of an expensive red into her glass.

Leah scoffed with an unladylike snort “You invited me,” he should really have expected it. If there was anything she was well known for it was drinking to excess and bedding plenty of cock - the latter had a tendency to be exaggerated. She could count the number of men she had had on one hand and still have fingers left over…well, a thumb.

He chuckled and came over to help her open the next bottle that her little hands were struggling with. “I did indeed,” he said as he took it from her and removed the cork with ease, smiling as he caught her looking appreciatively at his flexing arm muscles.

Leah closed a little of the distance between them, “Regretting it?” She goaded, cheekily as she tilted her head, inviting him in.

Gortash raised an eyebrow and gave her a smirk, closing a bit of distance of his own “Not yet,” he made his move and leant in to steal a kiss, “but give it time.”

Leah made sure to moan quietly as their lips met, placing her hand on his stubbly cheek as she pressed her closed lips to his. She made to pull back having given herself the perfect chance to leave but a deceptively strong arm around her waist kept her where she was as Gortash deepened the kiss. It wasn’t bad as kisses go. Quite nice actually. Not too much spit, perfect amount of tongue…soft pillowy lips. Her arms made their way around his neck and she pressed her body against his, surprisingly firm torso. Things began to happen in both of their trousers and no one was more shocked than Leah Keene.

Leah's cheek pressed into the polished gloss of the solid wooden desktop. Gasping as Enver Gortash roughly pulled down her leathers, revealing her bare skin. She felt his hands caressing her, parting her. Breathing heavily as he stared at his prize. His thumb brushed over her tight little arsehole with reverence, down past her wet, waiting core and rubbed her swollen clit until she began to mewl and shiver. She groaned with disappointment when he stopped and received a hearty chuckle in response.

“Patience, darling.” He cautioned, smugly. “All good things come to those who wait.”Gortash folded her arms behind her back and held her wrists together tightly. The thrill of seeing her like this was almost enough to end him right there. To empty himself in his trousers like an excitable young boy. He took a deep breath, centering himself. Controlling himself.

He slowly entered her with a long drawn out moan, savouring her tight heat and her sweet whimpers. “My darling, you are exquisite.” He breathed, tightening his grip on her small wrists. He was a lot to handle especially for her as she was only a little thing, for now he would be gentle. He let her become accustomed to his girth before he moved and when he did he made long slow thrusts, so, so careful not to push too far. Now he finally had her he was going to take his damn time.

Leah was wide eyed, her mouth open in a silent scream. Her mind and body - somewhere between pleasure and pain. God’s he was thick, stretching her close to splitting. “Good girl,” he soothed, “Yes…I know that hurts, you’re doing so very well.” Leah sobbed out a groan in response. Soon his thrusts became smoother and more comfortable as her shallow pussy adjusted to his cock. He picked up the pace when she began to moan, steadily building steam until he was fucking her mercilessly.

Leah's eyes rolled and her mouth hung open, a small puddle of drool gathering on the desk beneath her cheek as she took a vicious pounding.

An aching storm gathered between her legs as Gortash savagely rearranged her insides. Her mind had melted, all thought dissolved giving way to her baser desires. All she wanted was his cock and at this point she would give anything to be able to come on it. To soak his balls with her juices as her fuck hole contracted around his thick shaft. To feel her clit exploding into a million glittering embers as she screamed his fucking name. “Gortash you God's damned bastard!” She sobbed and screeched unintelligible profanities like a woman possessed the closer she came to reaching her peak.

Leah felt his weight shift when her moans intensified. Her wrists were trapped between them as his thick body covered hers pressing her leather wrapped breasts into the desk beneath. His hand snaked beneath her to grip her throat as he continued to fuck her relentlessly, loud wet slaps and filthy moans echoed throughout the halls of his house scandalizing the hired help. He squeezed hard enough for her to struggle for breath, her face reddening with effort, her eyes bulging and bloodshot. Still he fucked her, pummelling her soaking wet cunt relentlessly. Her moans were guttural and strained “You will not come until I tell you to. Is that understood?” He ordered, his hot mouth on her ear as he pulled back on her neck.

“Mmhhmmm” was all she could manage. His fingers dug into her throat leaving her clawing for breath. Her vision began to narrow, still he slammed into her pussy. Suddenly she was released. Just on the brink of passing out. She sucked in breath after breath. Coughing and spluttering. His large hands held the edge of the desk in a death grip. It rocked and creaked beneath them, the feet scratching up the hardwood floor as it screeched loudly against it. Panting with exertion and pleasure he ploughed her with utter abandon and finally she felt his hot, wine scented breath on her ear.

“Come for me,” he whispered and that's all it took. The dam broke and Leah's body reacted. She came - hard. Wave after aching wave radiated from her clit. Surging through her body making her grunt and groan animalistically. Her come soaked the front of his trousers and splashed upon the floor as she squirted with every intense pulse of her orgasm. Gortash soon followed her, unable to hold himself back from the precipice as her cunt massaged his throbbing cock past the point of no return. He came inside her. Filling her to overflowing with his hot sticky seed, letting her finish before he stopped thrusting. Satisfied and exhausted they slumped together over the desk as they recovered from their savage exertions.

Gortash rose, pushing back the damp hair from his forehead and leaned on the desk for support as he waited for his composure to return. He watched her motionless body in breathless silence as he tidied himself up. What a mess he had made of her. Her tight little cunt drooled their mixed fluids. It dripped to the floor, landing in a puddle of her own precious juices. This was a most welcome turn of events.

One he had not dared anticipate. The only penetration he had expected tonight was an attempted dagger in his ribs but if there was one thing he knew about Leah it was that she was incredibly unpredictable and fortunately for him, tonight it had worked in his favour. Perhaps there was hope for their relationship to flourish after all. Professional and otherwise

Leah stayed face down on the desk, her tired body refusing to move as she struggled with shaggers remorse. What had she done? Only gone and let Enver fucking Gortash destroy her with his monster dong, thats what. “Oh Leah,” she chided herself, silently “what have you done?” Still, when the weight of his body rose from hers a pang of disappointment pricked in her chest. When she stood she was stiff and sore. She pulled up her pants and buckled up her belt. Careful to keep a satisfied smile painted on her face. Relaxed and happy. Appearing in no rush to leave. She walked around the desk casually and picked up her wine glass from the side table, draining it dry and pouring herself another. “Well,” she smiled, “I did not expect that when I accepted your invitation, Councillor,” she kept up the eye contact as she walked towards him - painfully uncomfortable as it was. “I’ll have to think about your offer, it’s a big decision. She is still my mother, after all.” It was almost over. All she had to do now was make it out of the door. Easier said than done.

“Straight back to business,” he said, obviously impressed, “this is why I need you, Leah. Together we can bring Baldur’s Gate to heel. I need you on my side. At my side.” He stepped closer, closing the gap between them. “Join me.”

Leah smiled and placed her hands on his chest, gazing into his blue eyes, “I'll get back to you. Before next tensday you will have my decision.” Gortashs lips parted as he leaned in for a kiss, claiming hers in a passionate embrace. His eyes opened suddenly and he stared into a shadowy alcove, a figure waited patiently in the darkness. The gloom only just camouflaged them. How long had they been there?

“Take my carriage,” he said, as he broke the kiss without warning and held her at arms length. “I have something important that needs my urgent attention.” Damn it all but the Bhaalspawn was early! He had wanted to savour this moment, perhaps use it to his advantage seeing as Leah had enjoyed it so much. Blast!

Leah held his gaze in silence, feeling the hairs on the back of her neck rise. There was someone behind her. Someone he did not want her to meet. “Good night, then,” she conceded, pointedly giving a little sideways glance in the direction of the interloper.

Gortash tilted his head and smiled indulgently. He took her small hand in his and brushed a soft kiss across her knuckles “Good night.” He watched her intently as she walked away, her hips swaying hypnotically. “Leah!” He called out just before she disappeared out of sight. He waited for her to turn before he spoke again. “You may have until midnight tomorrow. Do not disappoint me.”

[i-eat-deodorant]

What are your headcanons about the red fox and where he comes from/his nature?

dear anon, i am very glad you asked about fox. he’s one of my top three favourite characters (other than narinder and lamb, because…yeah) and i have quite a bit of brainrot on him 

first of all, i headcanon that he’s TOWW’s first vessel. this was shortly after narinder’s imprisonment, after the clamour of the fight had died down. TOWW took the chance to lure a single, starving fox with promises of greatness should he succeed in killing all four bishops and raising a cult in TOWW’s name. 

whereas lamb inherits ratau’s cult in the meadows beyond darkwood, fox originates from anura. at that time, the bishops were will close to their prime; heket ruled with an iron fist over the region by controlling the food supply, rewarding those who devoted themselves to her with increased rations and starving out all who opposed her. fox was one of the ones who starved to death, and when he woke up, he saw TOWW. 

fox’s cult was somewhat infamous for its ritualistic cannibalism. fox reveled in it, the feeling of sating himself, the power trip that came with being in control. he loved to play mind games with his followers, and would pit them against each other until no one trusted anyone except him. 

soon enough, the bodies of his worshippers no longer sated his hunger, nor did his meager following fulfill his need for more power. even worse, he hadn’t even slain a single bishop yet, and TOWW was growing impatient. fox feared that his crown and his power would be taken away soon. 

when he bowed before his master one last time, he was given a choice: accept, or fight. he chose the latter.

this was before aym and baal were born, so fox only had to contend with TOWW. unlike lamb, he didn’t have the experience of a century of warring with the bishops. and so TOWW killed him. his body was torn to pieces, and cast into the darkest corners of the lands, and the crown was returned to TOWW’s head. 

except fox didn’t die. he’d hoarded worship in the worst-case scenario that he was killed; his indulgence in cannibalism, power from the crown, and gift of resurrection made him not quite a god, not quite a mortal. fox was an undead violation of the boundaries between gods and mortals, walking the fine line between purgatory and the surface. he is confined to his area of death (the darkness), but when night falls, he emerges to trick those who agree to his deals to a watery end. he has a special interest in future vessels, and has claimed the lives of quite a few of them to prolong his own unnatural life. 

Fox and Ratau

ratau had a similar experience to lamb. fox liked to start with small, innocuous bargains, before leading up to the final act: the body of one of the most important people in their life. for lamb, this was ratau. for ratau, this was ratoo. fox whispered his promises and spelled out his lies, and ratau agreed. 

ratoo was missing for years. when he finally came back, his heart was missing from his chest, and he wouldn’t talk to ratau. the two brothers, once close, drifted apart. 

Fox and TOWW

why didn’t TOWW get rid of fox? he tried at first, but fox was wily and smart, and always evaded capture. he eventually gave up. after all, fox was bound to only appear at specific locations, and wasn’t much of a threat to TOWW’s rule. the death of vessels were inconvenient, but he could always crown another. and if they succumbed to fox’s lies, they weren’t fit to be his vessel anyways. 

[multistoty]

@wcrriorhearts

Once upon a time, there was a man as great as the gods,but even the great can tremble with fear.Even the great can fall. It can take years to mold a dream. It takes only a fraction of a second for it to be shattered.Sometimes, the boy wished he never had to sleep. Sometimes, he found himself wondering that if he stayed very, very still, if he never moved at all, things would change. the prince thought that if he froze himself he could freeze the pain. If time stands still nothing can go wrong. Times like these he wish he could step outside of himself for a while. He wanted to leave this worn body behind, but the chains are too many, the weights too heavy.Truth is a jealous, vicious mistress that never, ever sleeps.Love didn’t end all at once, no matter how much you needed it to or how inconvenient it was. You couldn’t command love to stop any more than a marriage document could order it to appear. Maybe love had to bleed away a drop at a time until your heart was numb and cold and mostly dead.power comes infected with the only disease left to us: the virus called human nature. Innocence is doomed to die a senseless death at our own hands, a casualty of the mistakes we can never undo. So we lay to rest the wide-eyed wonder we once thrived upon, replacing it with the scars of which we never speak, too knotted for any amount of technology to repair. Wars were fought over the different interpretations of the same doctrine.He was afraid, but fear meant he was still alive. This was why love was so dangerous. Love turn the whole world into a garden, so beguiling it was easy to forget that rose petals were as ephemeral as feelings, eventually they would wilt and die, leaving nothing but the thorns. Pressed in his mother’s arms, he was broken and small, the butterfly fighting for life in the grass. He wanted to be woven and whole. To have his mother gain feathers to the wings expanded on her back. But he was a babe. Screaming and crying holding her as if she would disappear like a shadow in the night. How could the greens have murdered his brother? For there was no other way that Luc would not have come home. No way his mother would have been certain of the knowledge of his death. He wished daemon were here to take the brunt of his pain. To hold him like the father he had become. Calm was his normal breathing space, but who could know a child blinked out like a star missing from the sky and not break. The blanket of her unbound blonde hair brought a sort of shield around him. She held him like hope. Like a grudge. And he was sure his bruising touch was the shame. This was his idea. His creation of a fire to burn them alive. His brother. His best friend. The tinkle of laughter and the smack of wooden swords so far away. Being a first born had never felt harder. The sweat of his entry back on dragon back broke a sweat and made him smell world weary now the salt of tears broke blood vessels and pools sticking onyx hair to his face.It was easy to be good and kind in times of plenty. The trying times were the moments that defined a man. And love? Love was something that did much to change a person. It brought joy as it brought suffering, and in turn brought about those moments that defined one’s character. Love gave life to the lifeless. It was the greatest of all living powers. But, as with all things, love had a dark side to it. This game of power was one thing. Murdering an innocent child on a diplomatic mission was the kind of evil he found himself incapable of understanding. Incapable of a single bit of joy in the world outside. The whisper of his words were world weary, but he needed her to hear their honesty. “This isn’t your fault, mother. I pushed the idea. You could never have known that he wouldn’t come home. Luc couldn’t have.- I- I am not being very - princely am I- I just wish i could switch his place. He’s too young. To pure. It wasn’t his time.”

[murphysproject]

Here I go, rambling again.

I genuinely can’t imagine what it’s like to be someone’s first priority. It’s something I can’t fathom. Even like a seventh, eight , ninth, TENTH choice doesn’t seem realistic for me. I’m convenience. That’s what I’ve always been and always will be.

And GOD. FUCKING. FORBID.

If I have a bad day. I’m not worth the effort, I know. It’s shown, trust me, I don’t even want to deal with myself so why would anyone else? No one wants damaged pieces. No one wants someone that could require effort or reassurance. Especially if the reason that person is broken, damaged, or healing is from someone else.

Why can’t people love like I do? Or at least one god damn person that I can find? Am I worthy of a happy ending? Or at least a happy right now? What do I have to do? I’ve fucking broken my back for people who didn’t think I was worth a second look.

“A waste of human flesh” is what I was to you but still I gave you my best. It wasn’t worth it, and I wasn’t either. “I’m trying my fucking best” has always fallen on your deaf ears. YOU WILL NEVER SEE ME. And I hope to god or whatever is out there that I never see you. I’m not the me who keeps her mouth shut, unlucky for you. You don’t deserve my words or even my silence. You don’t even fucking deserve my violence. You know, that little seed you planted in me? Almost quite fucking literally. I hope this life gives you what you actually deserve. I hope every time you speak, like me, you’re not fucking heard. And I hope, most of all, somehow kindness enters your heart. And I hope when life tries to break you, you won’t fall apart. I hope you get choked up when someone actually cares. And. Not choked in the same way you did to me. I hope they aren’t tearing your shirt, and trying to make it so you can’t breathe. You see, unlike you, I’m so full of love. I’m sunshine on cloudy days like my mother. You’d never know because you were too busy beating her and my brother.

And you know what?

My fucking fake smile isn’t that great. I know people see that. I know YOU see it but you never gave a damn because that made me inconvenient. I'm sorry I can’t be easier. I'm sorry I’m not more manageable. But in reality, I’m no longer sorry at all.

I’m sorry, but. I. WON’T. BE. CONVENIENT. Not for you. Not for anyone.

I’m sorry I’m not available to the emotions you need me to be available to because you can’t be there for you.

Why would I ever expect you to be there for me when you can’t be there for yourself? We all fucking need help.

The difference is you’ll pull people in that will help. I’m not worthy, still. You’ve made that clear. Instead of validating my emotions you validated my every fear. But still I can’t fucking make myself understand. This isn’t you. This is me. This is the voice you planted inside my head that I have yet to set free. The one that says that I “literally do nothing right.” Jokes on you. I fucked that up too.

How long do I have to fight? What the fuck does it take to have an enjoyable life? I’m nervous, it’s true. These things that you do to me I would NEVER do to you.

“Maybe you don’t realize” is what I try to tell myself. Maybe you’re fucked up too, and you need my help. But what can I do when my cup is barely half full. Please. Dear fucking god, please. Quit with your fucking pushing.

Clearly.

The door says pull.

I know you can see.

I’m here for you but where are you for me? "It doesn’t matter" is what I’ll continue to tell myself. And GOD. DAMN. IT. We. All. Need. Help.

But you? I’ve got you. Your darkness matches mine. I know how to navigate your waters, it’s the same as mine. How can you be so dark and so blinding at the same time? Why can’t I pull away? Why won’t you let me drown?

Please, don’t look at me like that if you don’t mean it. Don’t draw me in with your eyes if you’ll only be there when it’s convenient.

The eye contact that day damn near broke me. In three seconds you saw more of me than people who knew the old me. Or the new me. Or any version that ever existed. I've never felt that. That was all you.

But Jesus Christ. Please. Give me a safe. space. to rest. I’m so fucking weak and weary. Let me take up that empty space in your chest.

[fatalflawsy]

Aww thank you! I'm glad you like it and I do wanna do more with it but it'll probably be some crack posts about the interactions since I can't write for my life

But this really has been giving me brain juice for it.

Mikey God Of Food And Harvest but when enraged he will become God Of Flames his body will emit heat that will probably burn you alive if you're in his sights. Other than that he's pretty chill.

Donnie is god of Knowledge and Innovative but with a bit of madness to the side (I am basing this off some of his inventions) innovation because he's waaay beyond his time.

For Casey and Cassandra I like you're take in them a lot but I have this what if feeling... What if Casey Jr was a demi god? Cassandra went down to earth every once in a while but ended up with Casey we never got to see who the father is so this could be changed.

For Raph I will stick with your idea for him but with a twist which is his anger issues he doesn't take it out on his family but instead on the battlefield (which is the infamous savage Raph episodes) but after going down to earth with rage on the mind and comes across animals he tries manages his anger in a more healthy way so the animals will be okay there are times it slips due to his frustration on his brothers but he has developed some steps on how to calm himself and animals are the most calming ones.

April your idea on her and I'll add to it April out of everyone in the Pantheon has actually been down to earth more times than even splinter has and has more experience in it than everyone else so they usually go to her for advice and for the brothers effective ways of sneaking out and checking out the scene of the mortal plains. April is impulsive at times usually jumping in without thinking so sometimes she disguises herself as a mortal to have fun and maybe cause some minor inconveniences. Her companion Mayhem was a spirit animal found by Raph and given to April so she has a companion when she goes down to the mortal realm and keep her from causing a lot of destruction when she's having fun. Most of the time Mayhem is her best friend and would not trade him for the world. (I wish I had more Mayhem content so I'm making it)

Splinter Head of the Pantheon and the former/forgotten God Of Fame And Fortune before leading the Pantheon he was a very famous god back then (his Lou jitsu days) everyone wanted to be his follower for the many treasures he could give but an accident led to him hiding away and never returning to the mortal plains again slowly being forgotten by time. (Mutation is the accident) (I still have yet to flesh out the accident)

Draxum the God of Alchemy, Magic and Plants he has a deep seated hatred for the mortals back then due to them destroying the village he used to watch over (hidden city) the mortals put the remaining citizens in hiding and it enraged him resulting in many experiments that gave Splinter his accident and his 4 sons. Eventually he let's go of this anger to raise the technically teenage sons of splinter and keeps an open mind about the mortals below.

Leo I'm going with your idea for him which is God of Strategy and Travel at the moment his portals need a conduit to open (like all his brothers and their own abilities) but soon he will learn to use it without the conduit. He basically convinced Splinter to let him and his brothers go down to earth after people watching for ages he wants to get into the action.

In the people watching days when they used to sneak out to see the Mortal world Leo runs into several battles every now and then and sees patterns their battle strategists miss so after observing each side's motivation and drive with some divine intervention he gives the good guys the winning strategies by whispering it through the battle strategists ears or in the wind and that was the start of a myth that circulated around the battle strategists and some warriors. The myth was called Winds of Strategy (name needs to be changed) as it said a God was the one feeding them their strategies and they were merely following it which was true

Leo seeing how he was helping people asked if he could stay down for a period of time to gain some followers and spread his influence further and Splinter denied at first but eventually gives in thanks to April. So Leo was the first of his brothers to get a cult of people to worship him as his brothers were still unsure if they should gain some followers themselves even with their divine interventions every now and then. (This can still be changed)

Usagi obviously has to be here because it's not Leosagi without him. Hope you don't mind I use AWOSAN as a backbone since it's my biggest inspiration here

Now Usagi is a samurai from the teshu who has yet to swear loyalty to his Lord. Usagi fights by honor and helps those in need but is rather impulsive with his decision making resulting in a lot of money spent (aka going all out on some things)

So when a turtle comes up to him asking him if he wants to serve a God and be the first of followers his curiosity got the better of him and decided to see what this God had to offer and see if he will be his follower or not.

In the future Usagi joins the Pantheon but as like a messenger of the gods at first but slowly he earns his title as a God which is now the God of Honor, Justice and Blades.

Why Blades? Because he was a samurai and still considers himself to be as one even in his Godhood the Blades part is because once he finds which side he will be fighting for he will not stand by he will fight alongside those he things is right and will do so with vigor.

The Teshu crew has yet to be described here honestly since I love your characterization on them so I'm hoping for more ideas like this and maybe I can turn this idea into something (that is if I learn how to write)

So I'm looking at your fics and I got an idea about Leo being an actual god

Like imagine Leo was sent to the world of the mortals to learn and find some followers he had a limited time set before he gets home and his first one is Usagi.

Throughout their interactions Leo is starting to stray away from getting more followers and wants to hang around the mortals and maybe fall in love after learning more about it thanks to Mifune or someone else

(This idea is still in beta)

Honestly

I love it.

I had the villagers start making up different myths and legends about Leo and people really like them.

Honestly the rise family being gods is such a fun concept to play with. The show really gave us a whole pantheon to play with

Splinter is obviously the head of the pantheon

Raph is the god of protection, strength, and warriors.

Leo is the god of strategy and travel

Donnie is the god of knowledge and inventions/technology

Mikey a the god of food and the harvest,

April is the goddess of truth and families (she sees both sides of New York and is always the one to call the brothers out)

Cassandra is the goddess of war and violence

Casey is the god of peace and victory

Draxum is the god of magic and plants (he’s the one responsible for the mutations or transformations of man into beast)

These are just some loose ideas.

You can also give Leo and Donnie a sun and moon theme. Maybe make Raph the god of animals. Maybe Leo gear love and beauty as well tiring back to the Eros myth.

I would love to hear other peoples ideas on their godly abilities.

But yes the idea of Leo and his brothers sneaking down to earth and disguising themselves (ninja treachery) is so fun.

And of course this is how Leo meets Usagi. Usagi a samurai that can slay man and beasts a brutal warrior that is also kind and good.

Leo falls hard.

Maybe it ends with them separated as god and mortal stories often do. Or maybe Usagi takes up a position in the pantheon as some mythologies allow hero’s to do.

I love this idea. Give me more ideas to play with or tell me y’all’s thoughts. I’d love more of this.

This is very much a beta idea. The pantheon needs to be fleshed out and many other pieces but it would be very fun. Please do more with this.

[phoenixyfriend]

Commander Buir

Follow-up to this post. Not in any particular order, just spitballing ideas, with contributions from several friends on discord.

Like presumably it takes long enough for them all to meet up again that Anakin and Cody do, in fact, end up treating each other like family, just so I can have that good good "well, guess I'm Dad now" energy. Shmi isn't entirely sure what's going on but she's not a slave anymore and her kid seems to like this rando mando, so.

Anakin gets to have a mom and two dads, though one of the dads is arguably younger than him.

Also when they all meet up again and Cody explains the "General Skywalker got shrunk" thing, there are three reactions: (General) Obi-Wan: Oh, Anakin. Obi-Wan: [gestures to take him, ends up with an armful of clingy padatoddler] Anakin: You can't blame this on me, Obi. Obi-Wan, a little teary, because babies cause emotions: Of course I can, you absurd human being. ------ Rex: That's... my general. Anakin: I am, Captain. Rex: Cool cool cool I'm gonna go stand where I can't, uh, break you. Anakin: I'm not THAT fragile! ------ Ahsoka: [gasp] Skyguy is SKYKID! Anakin: Padawan, this is-- Ahsoka, grabbing him and cuddling: Oh my goodness you're adorable this is the best day ever. Anakin: This is humiliating, Snips, put me down. Ahsoka: Never.

Anakin hates being a toddler because of the lack of independence but Cody keeps picking him up when he's cranky and just holding him until he falls asleep and that's... nice.......

- The brain limitations aren't quite as bad as the situation with Sokanth and Ylliben in the other AU, but - Even if his brain is mostly adjusted he’s still got a tiny body with different needs that he’s not used to. Like, he needs to sleep more but he’s got more energy than usual when he’s awake and it’s all weird.

Cody carrying around toddler Anakin like "God you give me ulcers but you're adorable, you little shit."

Inconveniently tiny body aside, Anakin has a pretty great time in this au. His family are all together and safe and within reach. His wife isn't around, but toddler brain means he doesn't have the Romance Drive, so that's not as bad as it could be It could be significantly worse.

@atagotiak asked: Does Anakin get annoyed about being called cute? - To which I say, He bites the first few times but Shmi tells him that's Naughty so he stops. - Babies are cute so you packbond with them before they’re annoying, Anakin is cute as a self defense mechanism - He’s extra annoying so he needs to be extra cute

You know how you need to keep an eye on toddlers so they don't, like, fall down the stairs or put something toxic in their mouth? - They need to keep an eye on Anakin specifically so he doesn't rewire the ship they're in while they're in hyperspace. - He has less self control on account of being smol. He still has all the mechanical knowledge! Just less comprehension of y’know, consequences.

Anakin, with a sippy cup: This is demeaning. Ahsoka: Your hands don't work great enough to avoid accidents yet. Anakin: It's still embarrassing.

General Kenobi can't just kill Maul, not when Maul is baby right now (sixteen, which is baby enough) so he just. Kinda. Kidnaps a baby Sith. (It's fine. He's fine.)

General Kenobi (not to be confused with Padawan Kenobi) decides to declare Maul his new padawan because someone has to deal with this teenager, and Plo already claimed the rest of Ahsoka's training. And Anakin's three, so.

"What do we do with Maul?" "Eh, I can handle him. I dealt with teenage Anakin getting arrested for illegal pod-racing twice a month, I can work with this."

Maul bites, but only slightly more often than Anakin, it's fine

Ahsoka definitely bullies Maul whenever possible

Consider: Rex holding very still because Anakin wanted to be tall, so he climbed Rex. Being unexpectedly climbed is better than being unexpectedly yeeted. It's still extremely nerve-wracking. - Cody is perfectly capable of running around with a backpacking toddler General, but Rex freezes like a statue. - Ahsoka finds this hilarious

You know how little kids like to be thrown around and swung in circles and stuff like that? This must get even more ridiculous with force users. Can throw a child real high and catch them safely. - Rex panics whenever Ahsoka throws her chibified Master

Literally everyone except Rex loves being yeeted. Even Maul can appreciate a good tactical yeet no shut up he's not having fun this is TRAINING - Rex is Suffering - Cody, a very Tired Dad, deserves to mock his vod'ika a little, as stress relief - Rex, a certified Little Brother, shoves Cody off something tall. Jokes on him, Cody thinks freefall is fun too.

Tia asked: So the people who didn’t exist yet got flung bodily back in time and Anakin did the mental time travel. Why did Obi-Wan not become Padawan Kenobi? (I mean “because I want it that way” is def a good enough answer I’m just wondering if there’s any reason.) - Which, well, it really was mostly "I want to" but here's two options, both of which come down to Blame Daughter and Father. 1. They figured a responsible adult Jedi Master was needed to convince people. 2. Nobody was supposed to get de-aged but Daughter figured they needed to make Anakin less liable to kill things for a few years. - Also IDK the Force God-Manifestations also took away any risk of rapid aging and early death from the clones because uhhhhhhhhhhh I said so

Rex and Ahsoka are fumbling their way through a relationship where ages are just really confusing and awkward, so they're keeping it to just kisses and cuddles for a bit.

Cody is so tired he doesn't even realize anyone's hitting on him until it's been three years of co-parenting with Shmi and his General. - Somehow Anakin knows Cody is in a relationship before Cody does. Cody has never been so embarrassed. - How did he manage to be less observant than Skywalker? -- it was sabotage; all his brain cells were taken up in managing said Skywalker -- Because Skywalker was up at three in the morning whacking a training droid with a stick so he didn't have the energy for Relationships

Also Shmi's come-ons are super subtle, while the General's are... well, Cody's gotten very used to ignoring anything ambiguous on that end because fraternization rules, and also because Obi-Wan flirts a lot with everyone. So.

Please imagine Cody and General Kenobi walking around with Anakin tucked into a toddler sling while they do whatever work they've ended up with at the Temple. - Yes, Cody is helping the Jedi figure out the best plan of attack to take down this slave ring because his grasp on tactics is phenomenal and he knows how to deploy people at greatest efficiency, but also he's got a nosy toddler on his hip who keeps offering his own insane-but-competent ideas. - General Kenobi ends up with a Council Seat just on account of, like, being the kind of person he is. As often as not, he's got Anakin tucked into his robes, chewing on the ear of a stuffed tooka or something.

IDK what Shmi's doing but apparently Legends had it that some of the administrative and support positions in the Temple were held by non-Jedi civilians? So probably something like that.

GENERAL KENOBI LECTURING PADAWAN MAUL WHILE ANAKIN'S BALANCED ON HIS HIP AND GLARING AT MAUL FOR STEALING HIS DAD

General Kenobi: Ahsoka's babysitting. Anakin: I'm her master, I don't need babysitting, this is-- General Kenobi: Fine, then you need supervision, so that you don't blow up a training salle again. Anakin: And you think Ahsoka would stop me? General Kenobi, eye twitching: Fine, I'm leaving you with Plo.

Even if he’s mentally an adult Anakin always needs supervision Look at canon! Anakin was left without supervision for like two days and he became a Sith

Quinlan gets distracted by how attractive General Kenobi is and tells Obi-Wan "dude, you're gonna be so hot once you can get rid of the stupid haircut" and Obi-Wan pushes him into the nearest pond.

They end up with this weird "Uncle Jango" situation (uncle to Anakin, via weird brotherhood-ish to Cody) because Rex and Cody are just like "Uhhhhhhhhh yeah okay" about him eventually, and Jango just like. Drops by. Trying to Earn Affection Of Blood Kin by bringing weird gifts for them and their (ugh) Jedi.

"Okay, Rex'ika, I stopped by Shili--" "What?" "--and apparently this is a delicacy there, so just... your girlfriend will like it." "She's not my girlfriend." "..." "Okay, I can't call her my girlfriend. Jedi have rules about that sort of thing, and--" "This will make your Jedi happy, probably. Just take it, kid."

Baby Anakin got his arm back but for some inexplicable reason still has The Eye Scar. He matches Buir.

[danni-k]

“Stop that.” You said while tapping the back of his head with the beer you brought him to replace the one in his hand.

“What?” Draken questioned as he took the bottle from you.

You’re clenching your jaw. Stop that you’ll cause yourself to get a headache. Why are you stressing about anyway?” You question while massaging his jaw with your now free hand.

“Have you not been paying attention to the news? The crime rate is sky rocketing and fucking Bonten is behind most of it.” He said pointing his bottle at the tv. Eww Sanzu has been going overboard with the guys on the docks lately. Why does he never get fussed at for not cleaning his messes like you and Rin do?

“So what does that have to do with you? You’re acting like you could have stopped it.” Playing it off like you don’t know exactly what happened.

“Well…”

“No! How?” You screamed while eating your popcorn. Did you know this yes. Were you still nosy enough to want to hear it from another source, yes.

“Me and the leader; the dude with the neck tattoo we were friends when we were kids. We grew a part after his sister died.” Sitting the now empty bottle down he looked out the patio door almost not really wanting you to see his face.

“How did she die, if you don’t mind me asking?” It was the one part no one told you almost as if it was against the law to bring it up.

“Gang violence. We were the head of this gang and this dude that we kicked out got into his adopted brother’s head and she ended up getting caught in the middle of a gang fight.” He got up going to the kitchen, he came back with two glasses and the strongest bourbon from the bar. This was serious enough for him the drink.

“Sounds like you took the blame for her death.” You said taking a sip out of the glass he poured you. “That is not of God and I don’t appreciate you trying to kill me.”

“I couldn’t protect her. I loved her and I couldn’t protect her. I didn’t even get to tell her.”

“Is that what has you so hung up? If we’re half as annoying with her as you are with me she knew. Also from what you’ve shown me you aren’t a real thug so I’m sure you weren’t the one who killed her or knew she was targeted. If you feel this way about a lost love, think about how he feels, that was his sister it’s technically his job to protect her and he let a stupid fight with some loser made him lose sight of it. Not just him think of how his brother must feel to be used in such a way that cost him his family.” Coming over to the couch he was sitting on you realized how much he’s been keeping to hisself, out of all the times you’ve watched him at his job, with his friends, or just alone he always had a wall up and always made sure others were okay even if was inconvenient for him.

“When it comes to his brother he also died that same day, he got shot saving his best friend. All I know is he started pulling away from all of us a year after it all happened and then he got with all those yes men around him that he never hears no.” Taking the remaining liquid in your glass and adding it to his own he downed it stating the last part angrily. Yes you all were slightly scared of Mikey but yes men was a little overboard you told him no three times this week.

“He’s alone? I know it’s stupid but I can see how pulling him away might be he way of healing. I did it with my family when my mom died.How do you know who he has around him?” So rude of him to assume they were your idiots to protect. “You also ran away from your family and now live half way around the world from your family. You’re not the best example.You work for two of them. You can’t tell me you don’t know that those idiots are part Bonten. They literally have the gang’s tattoo on their necks.”he laughed finally releasing the tension in his back.

“Exactly I came here and made a new family, coping level 100. My bosses are idiots who get matching tattoos what they mean has nothing to do with me. Off the record I am sure 60% of the money they make is not legal but that is none of my business.”it was more like 95% but that’s neither here nor there.

“You are probably right the less you know the better. Have you seen that guy at the club?”

“Who the short guy with the bad ass bob? Probably, the Haitanis block off parts of the hallway in the vip rooms some days so I don’t know who’s all there. Why?” You asked again trying to catch up with Draken you were in dire need of a chaser that bourbon was not as sweet as you liked and you were slowly dying inside. Although Mikey’s bob was fabulous now that Koko talked him into getting layers cut in.

“Nothing, just watch out around those guys.” He whispered as he kissed the top of your head.

“Sure and you stop feeling like it’s your fault your friend’s sister died. You are not at fault, who ever brainwashed his brother is the one at fault. It can affect your relationship with women down the road.” You replied while getting up to head to your room.“You know you’re very good at this Why don’t you use your degree again?” He asked while staring up at you. “Client/doctor confidentiality mostly, I wouldn’t be able to tell you any of the things I would hear then how would I entertain you?”you mused.

“I can think of a few ways.”

@cottacyber @bubble4u @summerxxplosion @cekbec

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[stiltonbasket]

how does lqr deal with the jgy problem?

(author’s note: please reblog, since that’s how we get prompts for future ficlets!)

When one of Wang Sisi’s clients decided to take her on as a concubine, she was not quite as overjoyed as another woman might have been in her position.

Sisi is thirty-two years old, and she entered the Yunping brothel when she was barely twenty. In the twelve years since, she has heard all kinds of broken promises and witnessed innumerable cruelties, and she knows enough about the life of a minor wife to know that she doesn’t have it too badly in comparison. Sisi has never caught the wasting illnesses that make their rounds in brothels often, or had to entertain a violent client, and she has never had a child; but after entering Merchant Yao’s household, any one of those things might end up happening to her.

Yao-daren would keep frequenting brothels, and unlike when she was a prostitute, she wouldn’t be able to refuse him. She would have no way to defend herself if he beat her, and if he ever discovered the tinctures she drinks to prevent pregnancy, he would have every right to take them from her.

Those miserable truths accompanied her all the way down the alley she was dragged into five minutes ago, and echoed in her head like drumbeats as the thugs blocking her escape—hired by Yao-daren’s wife, no doubt—announced their intention to beat her to a pulp.

Merchant Yao will have nothing to do with me after this, she thinks, as the men raise their wooden clubs over her head.

And then, briefly: Good.

Sisi closes her eyes, having clawed and fought and struggled against them to the very last of her strength. But then someone’s hand is on her arm, yanking her up out of the mud as four still figures drop neatly to the ground by her feet, unconscious. One is bleeding from a deep wound to the shoulder, and Sisi snatches her toes back before the blood can stain her silk slippers.

She stares.

What in the world…?

“Gongzi?” she asks, as the—boy? man? who saved her wipes his sword and resheathes it. “What are you—”

“Fiends,” the white-clad cultivator sneers. “No matter, I’ll deal with them later. Lady, where were you going? I will escort you there, if that would not inconvenience you.”

“I was going to the cosmetics shop two streets away,” Sisi answers. Madam Yun's emporium is in full view of Yunping’s main square, which means that she will be relatively safe even if this bloodthirsty cultivator tries anything on the way. “After I finish my business there, I will be returning home.”

The cultivator frowns, staring deep into her eyes as if he recognized her from somewhere. But Sisi has known hundreds of handsome men in her day, and this one is far too gorgeous to forget, even if she had only seen him in passing.

“Where is home, guniang?”

“Guniang? Can’t you see how old I am?” Sisi says tartly. “I live at the Chrysanthemum House in the middle of town, xiao-gongzi. Now, either see me to the rouge shop or go away.”

“Chrysanthemum House, eh?” the cultivator grumbles. “It’s just as I thought. Your lover’s wife sent those thugs to scar your face, didn’t she?”

“I guess so. It happens often, when a man decides he wants another woman in his house.”

“Mm. By any chance, would you happen to know a lady called Meng Shi?”

“A-Shi?” Sisi looks over the man's rich robes and the mutton-fat yaopei hanging from his waist; she can gauge the quality of most jade pieces at a glance, and this yaopei is made of the finest jade Sisi has ever seen. The cultivator is even wearing white jade in his hair, set into a bright silver comb that glints under the afternoon sun like a mirror, and her spirits sink even further as she realizes who this man must be.

A-Shi always said her A-Yao's father was a wealthy cultivator, and it seems that she hadn't been taken for a fool after all.

"You've come to buy A-Shi's freedom, then?" she demands, trying not to sound too grim about it. "Meng Shi? You're sure?"

"En, Meng Shi. If her son is bound here as a servant, I will buy his freedom as well. Will you show me the way, Lady?"

Sisi does, with her heart in her mouth, praying to every god she knows to keep Meng Shi safe.

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“I want to buy this woman's freedom," Lan Qiren declared, the moment Sisi led him to the Chrysanthemum House. "Where are the contracts for Meng Shi and Madam Sisi? If anyone else has offered to buy them out, I will match the price tenfold."

"Qiren!" his brother shrieked, bursting through the open door on Yinshui. "Didi, what are you—"

He stared at the gold pieces in Lan Qiren's palm, and grabbed the nearest cabinet for support.

"A-Ren?" Lan Haijing wheezed. "Did—did you just—"

"En. Once matters are settled here, I will bring them back to the Cloud Recesses."

"What?" Sisi screamed. "I don't even know this young master!"

"No," Meng Shi wailed. "He's not A-Yao's father, and if I leave now—"

Lan Qiren handed the money over.

The madam stamped the two women's contracts and passed them to Sisi.

Qingheng-jun fainted.

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thoughts: cp chapter 12

laurent is once again a snarky little shit

'You had far less reason to help me than I did to help you.’ ‘That’s certainly true.' hhhh i really do love damen's wit too

'You don’t prettify what you think, do you?’ said Laurent, still frowning. ‘A more artful man would. An artful man would have stayed put, and won advantage by fostering the sense of obligation and guilt in his master.' ohhh. i see. laurent, who is only used to vere's typical underhandedness, is confused by damen being so straightforward... i like this dynamic and i think laurent will come to like it as well? i mean, he obviously can't feel safe even in his own palace. damen's honesty must be a nice surprise. unless of course laurent finds out who he really is :D

Damen thought about that. ‘Are you? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you shy away from a fight. More like the opposite.’ I LOVE THIS. finally someone who can think for themselves (looking at you, every single member of the regent's guard)

'How far did you get?’ ‘Not far. A brothel somewhere in the southern quarter.’ ‘Had it really been that long since Ancel?' i love this, too. is laurent teasing??? for once, he sounds mild at least

'I am going to lock you up so tightly you won’t be able to breathe, let alone inconvenience me like this again.’ ok nevermind i forgot who damen was talking to for a sec lol

He threw it across the room in an expression of total violent impotent rage. god i feel so bad for him :/ it must be torturous to be free one minute and locked up again the next, esp when 1) you're supposed to be king and 2) your traitorous brother now rules your beloved country in your stead

He understood. ??????

Into his room, alone, dismissing the guards, came the Regent. noooo not again i hate him

the way the regent's described: authoritative and powerful... i understand why people would trust him to rule vere and i hate it

The Regent gazed at him. ‘You are quite diplomatic. For a soldier.' ok, that's strange... does he know who damen is?? the way he said that last bit sounded odd

So were you, came the thought, unbidden. i love damen. love him. he's so... fair? idk if that's the right word. i am german so hopefully everyone understands what i'm trying to say

ohh laurent is here

ugh can the regent stop talking about laurent's brother for once?

'Did you think there was some deeper plot here?’ said Laurent. They gazed at each other. so... there is a deeper plot? and laurent apparently knows there is. the akielon weapons etc.? was that what damen also understood when he was alone in his cell?

'Teach me how to thank you.’ Damen expected the Regent to reply, but he was silent, his eyes on his nephew. soooooo that exchange gave me a horrible feeling in my gut :D

'I assume he was to say that Kastor sent him.' aaaah. so if they had managed to kill laurent, damen would absolutely get framed and end up dead as well. that's... very neat

'Someone is trying to provoke war between Akielos and Vere.' war?? okay that's a lot bigger than i was expecting. i thought the regent just wanted laurent and damen out of the picture

'(...) If only my murder weren’t the catalyst, it’s a scheme I would wholeheartedly support.' laurent is so enigmatic and interesting. i loooove listening to him talk

i also love laurent basically giving damen all the clues to the right answers to his questions but i'm wondering why he doesn't just tell him what's going on? does he like the way damen thinks or is it a test of some sort? does he want to know if damen has also been fooled by his uncle to some extent or is he simply finding some twisted enjoyment in watching damen realize how dangerous things are going to get for akielos?

'Because,’ said Laurent, ‘my uncle is the murderer.' :))))) i just genuinely hate the regent sm :)))))

[quirklessidiot]

title : cigarettes and parfaits [1] pairing : older!nanami kento x younger!reader [13 year age gap, ft toji fushiguro] Genre: romance, fluff, super duper mild angst, slice of life, josei, bad comedy, strangers to lovers au

Summary: you’re pretty sure you’d remember marrying a man 13 years older than you, right?

Warnings: alcohol, smoking, very,very mild smut, y/n making stupid decisions, everyones a human-au so yeh non-canon stuff and everyone’s happy (periODT BECAUSE NANAMI DESERVES HAPPINESS)

Notes: after repeatedly giving you jjk angst, i have been very happy to announce that i am able to write something fluffy now. Yay! (Anyways this is based on the manga sesame salt and pudding, yall better read that. It’s just *chefs kiss*) also this may or may not be written ebcause of the amount of smoll nanami content i’m seeing around this site hmPH 

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The sound of your alarm blared at the crack of dawn, making you immediately jerk up in an unfashionable manner, you shouldn’t drink on Sunday nights. Good lord,  why did you even do that?-

Your thoughts are cut short though when you feel something, better yet, someone, next to you. It’s dark but you could definitely tell that whoever this stranger is, had settled himself quite comfortably by your side. You blink once then twice then slowly reached out to switch your lamp open to get a good look on who was next to you.

Thankfully, you’re still in your clothes from last night.

Also, who the fuck is this?

Your brows are furrowed together as you try to remember who this person was. Blonde hair and jaw so sharp that it could probably cut the vegetables on your kitchen counter, some fine lines littered his face as he wrinkled his forehead in his sleep.

The tie on his neck is loose as you slowly peered to observe him even more and for some odd reason that made your ears turn bright red as you check out his rather lean figure (he wasn’t overly muscular, he was just right)

“Oh shit.” You mumbled, snapping out of your daze, you had to focus! This was a stranger for crying out loud, “Who the-”

Before you could even say anything more, his eyes shot open and you’re greeted by chocolate brown eyes. You try to stutter out a reply, clearly in your frazzled state the only thing you could let out was, “What the fuck?”

“Oh, you’re awake.” his voice was deep and quite raspy, and daresay, it suited his rather sharp appearance.

Was this stranger awake this whole time that you were gawking at him under the dim light? Your ears turn even a brighter shade of pink. Was it just the heater or was this room getting hotter than it should be?

Yet despite your flustered state though, he thankfully remains oblivious, “Are you feeling any better?” he asks.

Despite his bland facial expression, there was a certain warmth in his tone and that made your heart beat quicken. It wasn’t everyday that you’d wake up to find a good looking older gentleman next to you after all, “I’m good…” You shyly replied, the confidence you had moments ago while you were cursing him was gone when you heard his soft tone, “I- sorry but who are you? What happened?”

He stares at you for a moment and purses his lips, “Nanami Kento.” he introduces himself briefly. From the likes of it, he seemed like a professional, “To be honest, I don’t have much recollection from last night due to the alcohol. When I woke up a few moments ago, you wouldn’t let go and I had no choice but to lay there and wait for you to wake up.”

You paled just a bit at his explanation and turned bright red right after, how embarrassing! Not only did you just embarrass yourself in front of this older gentleman awhile ago, you did something so unlike you last night! Thank god this ojisan was a lot more calmer than you. He didn’t even look that perplexed or annoyed by your state at all.

He runs his hands through his soft blonde hair after and lets out a low groan.

“D-Does your head hurt, Nanami-san?”

“Yes.”

“I-would you-” you tried to stammer a few words out yet you're immediately cut off by his phone ringing.

Right, boundaries. You shouldn’t overstep them since you already did so much last night to disturb him despite you two being so out of it. You watch him as he answers his cell phone in a quick and suave manner, all traces of hungover gone, “Nanami speaking.” He greets as soon as he answers the call, “I understand. Please try to help them out and I apologize for the inconvenience.”

He ends the call and stands up, tightening his tie. Despite him spending the night here, he still looked orderly and it’s so unfair because right now, you knew you looked like absolute shit with the alcohol and booze in your system.

“I have to take my leave now. I apologize for intruding.” he bows down formally.

You’re pretty sure you were the one who intruded, his actions makes you immediately stand up despite the throbbing headache which was definitely a wrong move because the moment you did, you felt your legs giving out.

Great.

“I-sorry, I would bow…” You tried to stammer out an apology, ears bright red once again, just how much could you embarrass yourself in front of this gentleman?  “Sorry for the intrusion too Nanami-san.”

He leaves without saying anything much to your relief and as soon as you hear your front door close, you scream right at the pillow.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid!” You muffled at the pillow.

Thank God you wouldn’t be seeing him ever again!

“L/N-sensei.”

You turn to find Maki and Megumi standing there, they were members of a rather elite family in Tokyo, Most often you avoided bumping shoulders with Megumi’s father since he was, well, quite a tease and although you do admit that Toji Zen’in is a very good-looking and fine man from a very good background, you couldn’t look past the fact that you taught his kids mathematics and there was a good fifteen year age gap between you two, “Hi there.” A warm smile dances on your lips, “Is this about the earlier math problem again?”

The question was directed to Maki, Megumi wasn’t one to ask questions about his lessons since he wasn’t fond of academics.

“Actually, it isn’t. Toji-ojisan says you should come to his birthday.” Maki shrugged, “He says his 40th birthday wouldn’t be complete if you weren’t there.”

Ah, that’s why Megumi didn’t want to go alone. The young boy’s cheeks are painted pink, clearly embarrassed by his father’s antics, “Ah,” You laughed, trying to play it cool. Despite his father’s relentless teasing, he had never made you feel uncomfortable. If he hadn’t been asking you out a few times, you’d consider him a friend, “Your otosan does love to joke around a lot doesn’t he, Megumi-kun?”

“I could deck him for you if you’d like, sensei. I swear that old man needs to realize that you’re way too young and good for him.” He mumbles the last part, clearly annoyed.

“Oh have you gotten married, L/N-sensei?” Maki cuts her younger cousin off suddenly, clearly surprised, “I thought you never had a boyfriend..or girlfriend...or a lover…”

“I- excuse me?” You sweatdrop, “Married, where?”

“Am I mistaken? You have a silver band on your ring finger at your left hand.” Maki points out, “Congrats sensei! It seems like Toji-ojisan won’t be bothering you anymore!”

You were too much in a frazzled state this morning that you hadn’t even noticed the ring band on your finger. You weren’t married, heck, you haven’t dated since college but where in the hell did you get this ring?

“L/N-san?” You’re snapped back to reality by a coworker, “We have two new enrollees, would you mind handling them since they’ll be added to your section?”

“Right,” You smile, “That’s my cue to leave. I’ll get going now. Enjoy your snack time.”

Before Maki could say anything more about the silverband on your ring finger, you scurried away to the faculty room, shaking that weird feeling off since you had to get back to work. 

Job first, ring later.

As you went in, two abnormally bleached pink hair stood out and you could immediately tell that they were going to be the new kids that you’d be teaching. You walk closer, realizing how much they looked alike despite the markings on the other.

“Hi, Good morning.” You greeted kindly, “You must be the new kids.”

“Ah,” the one with tattoo markings on his face gloated, “Aren’t you too bright?”

“Sukuna, shut up.” his twin frowned, “Sorry Sensei, My brother isn’t feeling so well since our ojisan had told us off before going to school.”

It seemed like the other twin would be a handful, nevertheless, you were still going to be his teacher so you let out a small smile, “It’s fine.” You waved off, “We all have bad days, don’t we? I’m L/N-sensei and I’ll be your homeroom and math teacher.”

“Hai.” The one without tattoos replied, enthusiasm leaking on his tone, “Itadori Yuuji and this is Itadori Sukuna, please take care of us.”

You watch Yuuji force his twin to bow down to show a sign of respect. For a high schooler, Sukuna and Yuuji’s parents seemed so lax, bleached hair and tattoos? That was definitely a first one on your list. You take a look at the data they passed and a small frown settles on your lips, it seemed like you had to take back the words you said earlier.

Both their parents had died a few years ago.

You cleared your throat and tried to put on the smile and enthusiasm from earlier, “I’ll be sure to introduce you to the class right after break and since it’s your first day I’ll be lax but please try not to go in late again.”

Yuuji’s grin remains the same as he agrees enthusiastically while Sukuna still looks mildly uninterested, something that you realize oh-so quickly that you’ll have to get used to.

After introducing the twins to the class, you settle on your desk at the faculty and peer at the ring on your finger. The only conclusion you could come up with was that this was from the older gentleman from the night before but why would he even give you a ring?

It didn’t even look cheap and it was surprisingly just your size, meaning it was definitely for you.

You inwardly let out a groan as you placed your hand on top of your eyes. God, you definitely needed to lay off the alcohol next time. You feel the phone in your pocket start to ring, peerlessly glancing at the unknown number. People really need to lay off the scam calls.

“Hello, I’m sorry I’m not-”

“Yo-ho, is this Y/N-chan?” The voice on the other line is so unfamiliar yet familiar at the same time.

“Uh, who is this?”

“Is your husband with you?” the voice sounds so playful and teasing that you almost ignore what he had just said earlier.

“E-Excuse me?” You sputtered out, cheeks turning red, “I don’t have a husband.”

“Huh…” the playful voice switches to disappointment, “Don’t tell me you forgot what happened with us last night, L/N-chan.”

You feel something bubbling on your stomach, oh no, this definitely didn’t sound good!

“I- wait, what? who are you? What do you mean? what happened?” countless of questions started to pile up in your head and out of your mouth, panic immediately engulfing you because for a prank call this guy sounded way too legit, confirming your irresponsibility the night before. 

“Silly Y/N-chan. How could you ever forget me? I’m such an important person! I’m Gojo Satoru, your witness from your wedding!” 

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[thatbassistbitch]

hi milo i am here to say i would also like to hear more about racoon science boy tommy au <3

well the au itself isn't specifically about artificial shifter tommy, he's just one facet of it. however! i think you'll be delighted to know how he and techno form their bond. you see, when wilbur first brought tommy home, phil and techno were less than pleased. wilbur had been cleaning out the guest room, his excuse being that he wanted to have a friend over sometime soon. what they did not know is that by friend, he meant new legal little brother. techno does not like abrupt change. it scares him, though he refuses to admit it and instead calls it an inconvenience. techno is all about good change! if he can control his place in it. but new little brother? now he is no longer the little brother. Upsetting. so when he sees wilbur carry in a wide-eyed, bushy-tailed kid and sets him loose in the living room, proudly displaying legal documents and promising an entire bedroom to this strange new child, techno is far from happy about this development. especially as tommy skids into his stack of books and knocks it over. phil and wilbur have a row over it in the kitchen, leaving techno to deal with tommy on his own. tommy is loud, he finds. very loud. and annoying. and just plain weird. where the hell did wilbur even find this kid? how did he forge these documents? why havent any social workers questioned this? what the hell is going on here? tommy snatches an apple off the table with a curious chitter and sinks his little teeth into it, crouching on the floor like a gremlin as he gets juice everywhere, and techno scoots his chair away so he can at least pretend to focus on his homework. he'll be in highschool with wilbur soon, he doesn't need to deal with all of this.

phil and wilbur come back out of the kitchen, wilbur looking rather proud of himself and phil seemingly resigned to his fate. tommy has started whining about his sticky hands (as if it isn't his own damn fault for tearing an apple into pieces with his bare hands like some sort of heathen) and wilbur scoops him up, not even minding the juice and pulp getting on his jacket as he whisks the kid to the kitchen to wash him up. phil and techno share a knowing look: this won't end well, will it? tommy is somehow extremely educated and extremely uneducated at the same time. he doesn't know what a banana is, for gods' sake. techno tries to explain the bananas, the reason why banana candy doesnt taste like real bananas, and the banana wars before realizing that tommy is seven years old at the most and probably doesn't understand even half of what he's saying. but to his surprise, tommy nods and tries to bite into the banana peel. techno has to show him how to peel it. even a baby monkey can peel a banana, right? tommy eats the peel anyway and techno has to try not to gag. tommy is messy. techno does not like messy. the little gremlin keeps getting in his stuff, asking what everything is and why, and techno has to keep reminding himself that this is a child, children are naturally curious, and children should not be thrown out of windows. he's tempted though. part of him wants to ask his behind-the-fence nemesis if he wants a new little brother, if he could trade him for some potatoes. not that squid would go for it. too sentimental about his potatoes. it will be his undoing. tommy is loud, messy, and annoying. he asks too many questions for techno to keep up with, and somehow, phil is acting like all of this is normal. he still makes them banana pancakes and waves to wilbur and techno before they leave for school, drops tommy off at his therapy/daycare, and presumably goes to work at...wherever it is that phil works. techno doesn't ask, nobody does. they know better, even little tommy. that's the one question he doesn't seem to ask. but it's so annoying to have to explain the differences between a tomato and an apple (just because they're both fruits and happen to be red does not mean they are the same thing! they hardly have any other similarities!). however, eventually tommy asks just the right question, and techno's perception of him completely shifts.

it happens on a rainy saturday, just after lunch. techno is reading his favorite book, a collection of greek myths. he peeks over the top of his book when he spots movement, and he's greeted by the sight of little tommy creeping towards him on all fours, ears flat and tail out straight behind him. "what's that?" the boy chitters. as if it isn't obvious. "a book, dummy," techno grunts as he quickly flips the cover towards tommy and then back against his knees. tommy huffs in annoyance, as if techno is the annoying one in this situation. "i know that," he complains, "but what kind? what field is it in?" tommy has a knack for sounding really whiney sometimes, techno thinks. all he wants is to read his book in peace, but no. wilbur just had to run off with his friends and leave him here to babysit the brat. "it's fiction, tommy. greek mythology." techno keeps his voice flat and calm, trying not to show his growing irritation. but as always, one question leads to another, and he braces himself for an interrogation.

”what’s mythology?” tommy asks, sitting on his haunches. “i know some greek, but i’ve never heard that word before. and what’s fiction? i never seen a fiction book before.“ his eyes light up and he wags his tail. “oh! is it like greek history? are you reading about sparta and athens and all that cool shit?” techno blinks at him in shock. it takes him a moment to find his words.

”uh, yeah, something like that.“ what kind of kid doesn’t know about fiction? “fiction is made up stuff.“

”like lies?“ tommy tilts his head.

”not exactly. it’s for fun. imagination, all that good stuff.” techno taps the spine of his book. it’s gilded along the cover and the edges of the pages, a very expensive book that took a whole year’s worth of his allowance to buy. “it’s got some mention of sparta and athens, but it’s mostly about the greek gods.“ yet another question seems to practically burn on tommy’s tongue.

”how does it start?” tommy asks. something clicks deep in techno’s head. he sits up abruptly, and tommy skitters back a bit.

”you know what? how about i just read it to you?” techno proposes. a new kind of eagerness creeps into his voice, and tommy picks up on that energy right away. his tail flails frantically behind him and he makes grabby hands, chittering in excitement as techno flips to the first page and clears his voice.

”in the beginning, there was only chaos…”

wilbur makes it home before dad for once. dad must be working late, he figures. hopefully techno hasn‘t tried to trade tommy to the neighbors again while he was gone. wil chuckles to himself as he wipes the mud off his shoes on the welcome mat at the front door, and when he opens it, he’s greeted by the warmth of the fireplace, the smell of tea and candles, and…talking? huh. tommy and techno talking. how odd. wilbur kicks off his shoes and haphazardly shoves them somewhere among the pile by the coat rack and slowly makes his way to the living room. the sight he finds awaiting him is no less than shocking.

techno stands tall on the coffee table, donning a tin-foil helmet and brandishing a wooden sword in one hand, his old book in the other. he’s dramatically reading aloud to an entranced tommy, who kneels on the ground below him with his own little helmet a cardboard shield.

“the labyrinth was long and winding, but theseus knew not to be afraid!” techno narrates, an excited gleam in his eyes. “the huffing of the minotaur taunted him at every turn, until…” he abruptly shifts into his boar form, his tusks shimmering in the light of the fire and his tail flicking excitedly behind him. “the beast leapt out at him! raaagh!” he jumps off the coffee table and tosses tommy the sword, chasing him around the couch in circles. the little boy cackles with glee as he dashes around. wilbur watches from the kitchen with interest as techno narrates the fight, expertly dodging tommy’s clumsy blows until the boy jabs right into the open space between techno’s arm and side. the boar gags dramatically and stumbles to the ground, his tongue hanging out as tommy cheers and jumps around on the furniture.

”wilby! wilby, i slayed the minotaur!” he yells, running into the kitchen to throw his arms around his big brother. wilbur chuckles and pats the boy’s back.

”i saw that! you’re quite a fierce little warrior, aren’t you?“ wilbur praises. he looks back at techno, whose face is flushed with embarrassment as he hides the sword behind his back.

”j-just keeping him out of trouble,” techno mutters.

”uh-huh, sure. i’m positive dad will be thrilled about you two climbing the furniture,” wilbur replies snarkily. tommy and techno both go pale.

”don’t tell him, wilby!” tommy begs. “please! techno was being nice for once! please please please don’t tell!” how can wilbur argue with that?

”i’ll write that essay for you,” techno insists. “don’t be a snitch, man.” well, if he wasn’t already sold before, he sure is now.

”alright,” wilbur resigns with a dramatic sigh. “better hop to it then.” techno’s eyes widen as he realizes what just happened. he huffs and puts the sword on the table, shuffling to his room to grab his textbooks and some paper.

”wilby, wilby! did you know that there was a lady with snakes for hair?” tommy tugs on his sleeve excitedly. “and a big ol goose flew down and it was the thunder guy! and uh, his wife is mean! are all wives mean?” he stops and thinks for a moment. “wilby, what’s a wife?” techno looks annoyed once more as he returns with his materials.

”weren’t you paying attention to anything? that ‘thunder guy’ is zeus, dummy.” he slams his books on the table and glares at the boy. “and honestly? hera had every right to be a jerk when her husband was such a sleazy piece of-“

the two go right back to bickering, but there’s not as much bite to techno’s voice anymore. wilbur smiles and fixes up three mugs of hot chocolate. tommy seems to be fitting in just fine.