#brought my energy levels to normal person's energy levels

[lilacerull0]

irl house said that i can come help teach the students next year in his practice room, i just have to get a solid grade on the final exam 😭🥺

[friendofthecrows]

Wish I had more of that stereotypical "refined genius psychopath mystery villain" vibes and less "dysfunctional no sleep cycle can't tell when/if they have emotions traumatized mess doesn't feel like a human paranoid future true crime psychopath" vibes. So that was word salad. Moving on.

[keferon]

I stand by the belief that Drift/Deadlock and Hot Rod would be friends in any universe. Much to the terror of everyone else.

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Deadlock was loosing his mind.

Deadlocks face plates were starting to hurt from the strain of manually stopping himself from reflexively smiling. And why did he have an overwhelming compulsion to smile?

Because: This. Tiny. Minuscule. Absolute Fragging SPECK of a human was somehow radiating more emotion out of his EM field than any other mech that Deadlock has ever met in his life.

And what was that emotion?

"THIS IS THE COOLEST SHIT IVE EVER SEEN IN MY FUCKING LIFE!"

Joy. Pure. Unfiltered. Unrestrained. And completely unreasonable levels of joy.

"RATCHET. RATCHET. HE'S SO COOL."

The mini nuclear reactor was currently shaking the medic by the shoulders, practically vibrating with unspent energy. Seconds ago, Hot Rod had seemingly slagging materialized next to him in an explosion of emotion that damn near knocked Deadlock on his aft. He was currently tempted to swat the little fragger halfway across the hangar to escape the onslaught of unexpected emotions except-

Ratchet had personally brought him in. Even now, the medics field remained calm and collected in the face of what to Deadlock felt like a fragging Sun. He kinda envied humans field numbness right now because it was definitely starting to screw with his processor.

Case in point, Deadlock had to take a click to refocus on what the squishes were talking about.

"No fucking way. Really?!"

“Yes, he really did take down those three quints near the wind farm by himself. Ate one of 'em too.”

"YOU EAT THEM?!?"

Deadlock was expecting disgust, but instead all he could feel was overwhelming awe. His resolve to remain aloof and detached was quickly beginning to crumble before the blast furnace of Hot Rods personality.

A manual override finally failed and Deadlock broke into a wide grin. At least he kept his fangs on prominent display. Equal parts smile and threat.

"Drink, actually."

Deadlock made a conscious effort to take on a more relaxed posture, one that would convey predatory pride and confidence.

"Dude. Dude. Dude."

Hot Rod held his hands to his face, leg rapidly bouncing up and down.

"YOU'RE A FREAKING ROBOT VAMPIRE FROM OUTER SPACE?!"

Before Deadlock could ask what a vampire was, Hot Rod had begun jogging away while screaming incoherently.

"What. What is happening?" Deadlock leaned towards his human, listening to Hot Rod get fainter as he rounded the corner of the hangar.

"About what I expected.” Ratchet grumbled, setting his hands on his hips.

“Roddy is intense as they come but he’s a damn good pilot and an even better friend."

Ratchet pointed a finger at Deadlock.

"Don't tell him I said that."

Hot Rod had become almost inaudible by now but was slowly gaining volume again.

"Right now kid, it's just been you and I. And trust me I enjoy the arrangement. But we can't fight every battle by ourselves. Sometimes you just need help. Sometimes,"

The screaming was quickly gaining decibels.

“You just need a friend.”

A friend.

Huh.

The scarred, defensive, self preserving part of Deadlock protested the thought of being pried open any further. Ratchet had started the process. But, c'mon. It's Ratchet. He scolded his inner self. Ratchet always left things stronger then before. So, maybe. Just a little bit. Deadlock could at least see what was so great about this squishy human.

The screaming returned to its initial volume as Hot Rod rounded the corner and mech. They were pretty sure humans normally breathed more often than that?

Hot Rod came to a stop before the two of them.

Finally gasping in fresh air. His field was absolutely roiling, pretty much all positive emotions but the screaming lap around the building had clearly vented a lot of energy.

"Can you turn into a bat?!"

Deadlock reset his optics, an idea spreading across his processor as he finally let his Em field reciprocate with giddiness and mischief.

Who cares if it's sparkling behavior? It’s fun. He told the Deadlock part of himself.

"Nope. But do you want to know what I can turn into?"

Hot Rod nodded so fast Ratchet looked concerned.

Che-che-chu-klunk.

Hot Rod started screaming again.

This time when when his EM field hit Deadlock he took it all in and reflected it right back. He revved his engine so loudly it shook the windows. Hot Rod was running and jumping in a tight circle around the two of them, radiating Joy Joy Joy Joy. Deadlock swore his field was even effecting Ratchet at this point from the way happy seemed to bounce between the three of them in various shades.

"Can we go for a ride?!"

Hot Rod had stopped by Deadlocks passenger side door. Rapidly looking between Ratchet and Deadlock, clearly uncertain who's permission to ask for.

"Well Doc, do you trust us not to get into trouble?" He wriggled his tires.

"You two? Staying out of trouble? Hell no."

Ratchet rubbed his chin the way he always did when he was trying to stop himself from smiling.

"But as long as you both come back in one piece and before dark... Well I don't see the harm."

Hot Rod gave his loudest "WOOP!" Yet. A feat in it of itself. A scrambled into Deadlocks cabin, forgoing the door entirely to throw himself bodily through the window.

They tore away from Ratchets hangar with a chorus of thanks and a spray of gravel.

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It was well after dark by the time the duo rolled into Ratchets hangar. Hot Rod stumbled out into a semi controlled summersault that left him spread eagle on the floor, laughing and panting. While Deadlock smoothly transformed and promptly rolled flat on his back in a similar state of delirium.

They had so much fun. He had so much fun.

When was the last time he'd ever felt like that?

When had he ever felt like that?

Ratchet was upside down frowning at him. No, wait. Smiling.

Happy. Fondness. Proud.

Love.

Deadlock cleared his vents and put a hand over his spark before his chest plates could do something very stupid.

Ratchet turned to the hot mess on the floor.

"I got the couch set up for you. Figured you're gonna stay the night."

Hot Rod stuck his arms straight up, palms open.

"Woo, sleepover!"

His field had finally simmered down to something like coals. A bone deep exhaustion that made Deadlock feel heavy by proxy.

They both gracelessly shuffled onto their respective resting arrangements, Ratchet taking the recliner after dimming all the lights.

Soon enough, all three were in recharge or asleep.

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Deadlock started out of recharge with tightly trained silence.

Something was wrong.

Threatened. Stressed. Afraid.

Deadlock seemed dead to the world still. But internally, his systems quickly synced to kill. A skill he had honed over many millennia of unsafe homes and attempted assassinations.

What surprised him was how he already mentally mapped out how to maneuver the humans into the safest location in a fight. Deadlock finally onlined his optics, casting the hangar in an amber glow. His processor clicked and Deadlock realized what was triggering his fight response.

Threatened. Stressed. Afraid.

Hot Rod.

Limbs twisted in fabric, face buried in the crook of the couch. Posture contorted. Breathing uneven. Field pulled in so tight it felt suffocating.

Deadlock loosely knew what a nightmare was.

Ratchet got them sometimes, though he wouldn't admit it until Deadlock made it clear the lack of context was freaking him out a little.

The way Ratchet explained it was that it was essentially a way for the brain to process excess information. Basically the same as defrag but with some weird human side effects because of course there were weird human side effects.

Like whatever was currently happening to Hot Rod.

From previous experience, nudging Ratchet awake usually resulted in a snort or other cut of vocalization. But if there was anything Deadlock had learned it was that Hot Rod did not do anything quietly.

Ratchet was still sleeping on his recliner, but there was a subtle shifting and a pinch to his face. Not a nightmare, Deadlock had learned the pattern, but something was bothering the medic and it threatened to wake him from his much needed rest.

Help.

The wave of desperate emotion spilled out like an overfilled cup.

Right, Hod Rods EM field was freakishly strong. It was restrained for now but Deadlock dreaded what it’d feel like if the dam broke.

He watched Ratchet stir again and. . . Wait.

Could humans pick up on EM fields?

Can’t a deaf mech still feel the vibrations of a song? Couldn’t a blind one still feel the warmth of the sun?

What if?

Deadlock moved as silently as death. Cupping a servo over the pilot. He stopped restricting his field and focused.

Calm.

Hot Rod made another almost vocalization. Like he was trying to yell without enough air.

Calm. Deadlock tried again. Comforting anyone was so, so far from his normal area of expertise. Did he even know what calm was supposed to feel like? What safe was supposed to be? He wracked his memories as Deadlock and abandoned that immediately.

Calm. Safe. Ratchet.

Okay. Deadlock didn’t know how to comfort someone, but Ratchet did. He focused his field again, this time on trying to mimic what he always felt from Ratchet as closely as possible.

Care. Fondness.

Deadlock vented slowly. It felt hollow coming from him. The new field was there but it was weak. Unsupported. Deadlock worried his lip with a fang. Hot Rod simmered.

He vented slowly. Deadlock opened the box at the back of his mind named Drift. He knew what he needed. Everything else could stay but he needed this one feeling. Just one.

The stars were out over Dead End. A brown out had swept the area, leaving everything in the dark. Drift didn’t know the sky could look like that.

The others were gathered around in silent awe. Nobody dared to break the spell. Tomorrow, everything would suck again. Scraping money for the next meal, the next hit, the next chance to live just a little longer.

But for a few fleeting moments, Drift was okay. They were all okay. Because the circles of light around Cybertron said so.

Peace.

Drift let the feeling fill his field. Calm and fondness meant something again.

He thought of his time with Ratchet and Hot Rod. Finding something new in himself.

Protect.

It was like smoke clearing all at once. Hot Rod exhaled deeply in his sleep, field going soft and gentle.

He kept it up, at some point his engine had started purring without him knowing. A pleasant white noise within the hangar. They were okay. Everyone he cared about was okay. He felt peace. Just for now. Just for them.

“Didn’t know you could do that.”

Ratchets voice was thick with sleep. One eye barely cracked to look at him.

“Me too.”

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Part 1

This is long and it’s getting late. Deadlock has an emotional breakthrough and Hot Rod dreams about I dunno, pancakes or something.

-SSTP

Infinitely entertained by the mental image of Ratchet trying to pick someone who he can trust but who will also get along with Kid. And then looking at Hot Rod and being like Yep. That one.

ALSO. Hot Rod having an EM field equivalent of a nuclear fucking reactor is just so👌👌👌 YES HE WOULD. ABSOLUTELY YES HAHAHKFNGM

I never get tired of reading about Roddy and Lock losing their last brain cells when they are together. Anon. Anon look at me. I LOVE YOU ANON. I WILL CHERISH THIS PIECE FOREVER IT BROUGHT ME THE UNMEASURABLE AMOUNT OF JOY THANK YOU FOR SHARING IT

[antiquarianfics]

Soon You'll Get Better

Desperate people find faith. Bucky's desperate for you to get better, so, yeah, he'll pray to someone else's god.

a/n: anngssst. angst. so. much. angst. this is not happy at all. sorry. or maybe not. idk. enjoy and be sad.

warnings: profanity, illness, seizing, mentions of canon level violence, not really proofed

note: I do not own the character Bucky Barnes or any other Marvel affiliated characters.

You do not have permission to copy, repost, or translate my work; however, feel free to like, comment, and/or reblog.

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Obnoxious beeping sounds from the monitors the doctors and nurses have you hooked up to, and the continuous noise is putting Bucky on edge. The super soldier clenches and unclenches his jaw, tightens and un-tightens his grip on the arms of his chair, and slowly blinks in some sort of weak attempt to ground himself. The beeping, the fluorescent lighting, the paleness of your skin: it’s all too much. It’s overstimulating and overwhelming. After all, you shouldn’t even be here.

Bucky raises his head up to the ceiling, closing his eyes and letting out a deep breath, and when he looks back down, his eyes settle on the table next to your hospital bed.

A bouquet of flowers and a “Get Well” card sit there, mocking him. Next to that is a jug of water that he and the nurses have struggled to get you to drink from, and beside that, four or five orange pill bottles with your name on them alert him—and any visitors—that you’re unwell.

It’d been almost a month since he brought you to the hospital in a panic, your unconscious body limp in his arms. A raid on an old HYDRA facility had gone south, and an armed HYDRA operative had managed to get the jump on you, jabbing a syringe into your neck and poisoning you.

The doctors, poison control, the Avengers... no one had a clue what kind of poison coursed through your veins, weakening your immune system, draining your energy, and eating away at your muscle mass. For nearly a month, you'd only gotten worse; the doctor's were starting to talk about a feeding tube because you won't eat, and you're rarely awake.

If Bucky Barnes were to say he wasn't scared for your well being, he'd be lying. If he were to say he wasn't terrified you might die, he'd be perfidious. The fear—the trepidation—that consumes him? He feels it making him desperate for a solution.

Staring at the orange bottles next to your bed, Bucky finds himself transported back to his childhood—back to a day where he sat stiffly between his mother and sister in the pew, in an itchy suit, and did anything but listen to the words of the preacher at the front of the church. Yet, something about that memory, despite having never truly having been religious, Bucky finds himself clasping his hands together and his eyes settling on the ceiling.

"I might sound like an idiot," he says quietly, "but, hell, if you're up there—if anyone or any thing is up there—please, please save her. Please save my girl. I'm desperate. I'll do anything—anything. Just. Please."

"It always happens," a gentle, sympathetic voice breaks the deafening silence following Bucky's prayer. He turns his attention from the ceiling to the door where a young, 20-something nurse is entering the room.

"What?" He asks, voice gruff. He's aware he doesn't sound friendly, and he knows you'd scold him for it.

"The nonreligious start to pray when things stop looking good," she says, fiddling with the machinery that is tracking your vitals. She sighs. "Desperate people always seem to find faith, even for a moment."

Bucky hums in acknowledgement, slouching in his chair. He gets the feeling that if you were awake, you'd say something sarcastic like, "Hey, Buck! Hear that? You're acting like a normal person!" His lips uptick slightly at the thought.

"I prayed to Jesus, too," the nurse continues. "When my grandmama was sick."

"I feel like I'm screaming to a foreigner's god," Bucky admits. "Someone I don't believe in, but someone that someone else says can help. Not that I deserve help from any god, but she does."

The nurse nods in understanding. "Praying to someone else's god out of desperation is the purest expression of grief. It might not work, but, if you had any doubts, at least you know you love her."

The nurse finishes what she came to do, marks on your chart, nods to Bucky, and leaves. Bucky chews on the inside of his cheek as he lets his gaze settle back on you.

After a while, he scoots his chair closer to you and takes hold of your hand.

"Sweetheart, you're going to get better. You have to get better. Please. People need you. I-" Bucky chokes on his words and swallows before attempting to continue. "I need you. Please. You need to get better. You're going to get better. Soon. You'll get better soon. You'll get better." He repeats himself a few more times until his mouth becomes too dry to speak and he closes his eyes.

"I'll get better, soldier. Don't worry about me," you say, voice groggy as it breaks into his consciousness. He looks up at you quickly.

"Doll."

"Hi."

"You're awake."

"Mhmm," you hum, smiling softly.

He quickly stands to his feet. "Hold on, I'll get the nurse back in here."

Before you can protest, he has the nurse from earlier back in the room. She smiles at you as she enters.

"Rise and shine, sunshine!" The nurse greets. "How are you feeling?"

"Not too bad. Could go for a popsicle, though," you grin.

The nurse smiles as she double checks some things before leaving to go get you your popsicle.

"You know, I might be super fucking poisoned right now, but at least I get unlimited popsicles. I never get this many popsicles. I'm basically in heaven."

Bucky raises an eyebrow at your statement, but the way you smile at him, grinning from ear to ear, he can't help but smile back.

"If you wanted popsicles, you could've just told me. I would've gotten you some. You didn't have to go and get yourself poisoned," he says.

"Where's the fun in that?"

You open your mouth to say something else, but before you do, your eyes roll back into your head, your mouth falls open, and your body starts to shake. Bucky stands to do something, but he's not quite sure what to do. Luckily, the nurse enters the room with your popsicle just in time.

"Shit!" She curses. She turns and yells out into the hall. "I've got a patient seizing in here!" In just a few seconds, she and a couple other nurses are lying you all the way down in the bed and taking care of your person. Bucky thinks he hears someone call for a doctor as another person escorts him out.

As Bucky stands in the hallway, watching helplessly through your room's window to where the medical personnel are helping you, he can't help but feel selfish. If they don't save you, what is he supposed to do? Who is he supposed to talk to? If there's no you, then what is his purpose anyway?

"Come on, Doll," he says. "You've got to pull through. You've got to get better. You promised. You got to get better soon. You have to."

[appleblueberry-pie]

Diamond Buried in the Dirt

He felt his lips purse on their own when your aura swarmed the room. He felt his spine strain slightly, his arms and legs flinching at the feeling of you approaching his home of worship. He knew something was different, even when you weren't in the room. He could feel your spirit and mind connecting with his own as if they already knew each other.

His lips parted slightly when you entered, eyes fixated on your form only. But even with all of these emotions and feelings you caused him to feel, you seemed to not feel the energy in the slightest. Were you just that powerful? He watched you sigh, displeased as you walk up to where he laid. Your walk was a sign of power, even with the slump in your shoulders, face aligned with the ground. From what he could see, he could make out your beauty, a sight to behold. Why were you here? What brought you here? How come he has never met you before? He couldn't tell you that you didn't need to kneel on the dirty carpet the other monkeys did the same on, his voice unresponsive and seemingly disconnected with his mind.

You slowly placed your knees on the ground, tucking your feet underneath your butt and sitting. Your hands rested on your thighs as you finally spoke up. "Geto-sama." His followers were silent, smiling and ignorant. It was easier to ignore then and to single you out from the rest of them, especially when you sounded like this. Felt like this.

"I have a confession to make," You blink a few times to gather the courage to speak some more. Years of suffering, years of being called delusional and crazy. How are you supposed to admit it all to some random man who probably doesn't know what you're talking about? Something pulled you to him, though. You could feel his energy, you could see his aura. Maybe there was a hope that he was similar to you? That he could actually help you?

"I've been seeing things.....strange things." You sigh quietly. "Since I was a small child, monsters have been cursing my vision. Everywhere I go, almost every single day, I am...disturbed with their presence." You finally look up at him. He sees your humility, your emotions and fear in your eyes. Your energy almost seems to wrap around his throat, making it hard for him to breathe as you continue.

"I feel as if i am a beacon, because I continue to attract these monsters wherever I run. They talk to me, try to hurt me sometimes. I see them hurt others and I tried to get rid of them, but it never ends. No one believes me when I say they're on their shoulders or when it kills them slowly. They always find a way back to me. No matter how much I try to hide my presence and my- my...." You raise your hands to show what you hope he can see. Your cursed energy surrounds your being, and he knows that you can see his, the way your eyes watch the outline of his body that it lingers around. "I don't know anything. I don't know if I'm fucking crazy, if there's a name for it, if you can see it, or if there are anymore like me. I just," You pause and shake your head, looking around at the still people surrounding you. "I just wanted to know if I could ever have a chance at a normal life. And be free......because I am so....so alone."

"An angel like you doesn't deserve the suffering and pain you have gone through." His lips almost seemed to move on his own and he watches your face switch to one of confusion. "You are so much more divine and ethereal than you believe." Geto feels excitement rush through his veins at the thought of another person he could finally connect with on a personal level. Someone pure to set his mind and even his planned new world free. One where he could have someone like you on his side. By his side. He sees a future in your eyes that makes him more determined than ever to have you in his arms. There is so much for you to know and learn. And when he teaches you everything you need to know, he knows you'll be everything he's ever wanted. Now standing, he holds his hand out. The look in his eyes as he stares down at you makes you believe that this guy is either the real deal or he is the biggest scam you've ever put your money into.

You thought he was reaching out his hand for you to grab and you almost reached out yourself, but then you see energy from all throughout the room collect itself into the palm of his hand in a way that was similar to how you manifest your energy sometimes. The realization makes your heart jump and you leap to your feet at the sight. Geto smiles brightly at you. "You are not alone." A large weight that you didn't know was on your heart lifts and you feel your body lighten like never before. He was just like you. He was just like you! You crack a small smile and step back.

"I didn't know it was possible." Geto stops his manipulation technique and steps closer to you. "It's all possible with a blessing like ours." You felt a little awkward when he first grabbed your hand, but a surge of his energy almost seemed to transfer to you and you gasped, pulling it back. "It's okay, it's okay. Just a little playful is all." It almost seemed to linger under your skin and it made your stomach bubble with happiness. "Is there......is there more of us?"

He gestures to behind his curtains. "I have an entire family waiting for me when this is all over. They'd be thrilled to know that there's going to be an addition to the family. There isn't much of us here, but-" "Wait, addition to the family?"

Geto takes another step closer to you, wanting to close the gap. "Of course. An extremely small percentage of shamans are living in this world. There isn't much of us out there and I am willing to go to extreme lengths to create a better world for us who aren't seen and heard. And in order for that to happen, we need people like you on our side. I know it's hard to think about and I apologize profusely for throwing this onto you, but you are needed just like the rest of us."

He could tell he was losing you when he said that. Shit, was he moving too fast? All he wanted was to get to know you better. Maybe it would be better to do this gradually over time. But if he tried to take things slow, who knows when someone else could snatch this opportunity away from him? He needs you to join him and be on his side. Be in his family. His wife. You were perfect for everything he desired.

"I have an entire life outside of....what you're hinting at. I can't just....throw my life away, Geto-sama." And I barely know you, you wanted to add. You took a step back, which made him step forward. "Yes, I understand. Maybe I was being too straightfoward. Maybe you can set up another appointment with me and we can talk about it more in depth if you have more time in the future, if you would like?" His face was calm, but his body language made it seem like he was desperate. You had to think about this from a different perspective.

There is an entire world that you didn't know about. You tried living normally amongst other people, but you were actually a "shaman" who had the ability to get rid of monsters and could see and attract monsters. You assumed if there was a certain percentage of these types of people in the world, there would also be good and bad ones. What was Geto's motive? You actually didn't want to know. He wants you in his "family", found out your potential, has a room full of regular people as his followers and acts as if he's a monk? What does he do with people that aren't "shamans"? Everything about his set up was weird and made you scrunch your knows when you realize what you possibly had gotten yourself into.

You were staring at him. Your stare was stone cold and made his face twist from a fake smile into almost genuine restraint and confusion. Suddenly, you were gone. Space and time continued where you left off and you appeared back home. Geto was left in the room to understand that you had teleported away. When he realized you left, he felt his anger rise. He wouldn't allow you to forget him. He wouldn't allow you to slip out of his fingers either. He needed you and he needed your strength and legacy to continue where he left off if there would ever be a time that that would happen. He would find you if it meant killing all of the dirty roaches that infested this city and will pick you from your safe space to be in his arms. He deserves everything he's ever wanted, and if it's you, then he'll get you.

[elliespeach]

no chances part five | ellie williams

pairing: ellie williams x afab reader synopsis: you and ellie are on rival volleyball teams and after letting your competitive nature get the better of both of you, tensions are high on and off the court. warnings: i keep forgetting to add to this that i am totally ditching the way the game is played like i am rlly making up my own rules, their teams have gone against no one else lol ITS FOR THE PLOT OKKKKK just pretend!! as always, explicit sexual descriptions, ellie gets head, reader gets mouth finger combo, kinda sex in public? they almost get caught but in a hot way, car sex, they smoke again but its brief, foul language, mean!ellie in this part, mean girls make an appearance, and angst :( authors note: sorry

today was the last game of the season, tensions were high as the buses rode into the parking lot. ellie was parked in the far corner as she always is, she watched diligently from her car as your team spilled out of the bus. chatting amongst yourselves and ellie spotted you in the crowd of people, smiling and passing jokes between teammates. even from so far away you could see her as you turned your head, the spot in the parking lot being all too familiar as of recently. your smile didn’t fade but it went from friendly to snarky really fast and before you could stare for too long, you returned your attention to your friends and went inside the building. 

it had been almost nine weeks since ellie had driven you home, the coldness vanished into spring and with it the end of the volleyball season. your teammates have noticed a shift in you since that night in your dorm with ellie. the normal level of your competitiveness with her had risen to uncharted territory and ellie wasn’t one to back down. despite the screaming fits across the court, the very obviously personal plays against one another and the overall hatred you both had against each other, neither of you could keep yourselves away from the other. it had become a ritual for you two, verbally assaulting one another to the extremes and then somehow finding yourself in the bathroom with her, or in her car, on the rare occasion in either of your dorms. 

regardless of both of you admitting that whatever it was that you felt for one another, it seemed like that conversation by her car never happened. or maybe it was just lust. maybe it was just a competitive fling. at least that’s what you told yourself, or she would have done something about her feelings by now, wouldn’t she?

that first game after the night in your dorm had been tantalizing in every way possible. ellie showed no mercy on the court, spiking the ball on you over and over again only for you to return the same energy. you two had always given each other stare downs through the white net, but now it was different. you mostly stared at her hands, the same hands that had been inside of you causing you to breathlessly say her name. they taunted you without her having to try, and ellie couldn’t stop seeing the doe eyes that stared into her while you rode her thigh. and it felt natural when she had pulled you into the bathroom when the game ended, locking the door behind her. 

you had looked at her innocently, as if asking why she had brought you in there. she rolled her eyes before her hands found your hips, pulling you into her, and she spoke into your neck, “you look at me like that all game and think i won’t do anything about it?” 

and that was only week one. 

the next week had been a particularly rough game for ellie. your team had won and it wasn’t a close game by any means, leaving her frustrated with herself and you found her by her car smoking yet again. “licking your wounds?” you mocked, leaning against her car as she inhaled the smoke, a devilish smile on your face.

“yeah, whatever–” she tried to dismiss you, but you came up beside her. you took the joint from her fingers and she let you. you hit it slowly, not breaking eye contact as you did and suddenly her sullen demeanor shifted as she watched you. it wasn’t long before the joint was cast aside and you were in her backseat, slotted between her legs and pulling her shorts down. ellie cursed as your tongue made contact with her pussy, relieving her of any stress from the game. her hands tangled in your hair and rocking her lips to the movements of your tongue, she couldn’t help but succumb to your touch and let herself come undone as you pushed your fingers inside of her. 

another week would go by, another frustrating game played and you made eye contact with her while she sipped on her water by the bench. your eyebrows raised and it was seconds before she was making her way to the bathroom down the hall, you followed behind only a minute later. she leaned against the wall opposite the door when you entered the room, letting the door swing shut behind you. you didn’t waste another second, your hands snaking around the back of her neck connecting your mouths for sloppy, desperate kisses. she had picked you up by your thighs, carrying you over and sitting you down on top of the sink and spreading your legs apart. her hand cupped your cunt through your shorts while she left wet kisses down your neck, all of her pent up desire for you spilling out. 

you weren’t able to conceal how good it felt when her hand slipped under the hem of your shorts, finding how wet you had already become. a string of moans escaping you while she rubbed circles on your clit and it was music to her ears. she had removed her hand, pulled down your shorts and was nose deep in your cunt when a knock came from the bathroom door. she didn’t stop, even when one of your teammates called your name and you fought to sound coherent. 

“the buses are leaving, are you coming?” ellie smirked at the words your teammates had used as you caught your breath, gripping the counter you sat on to ground yourself the best you could. 

“i’ll g-get a r-ride!” you had yelled back, eyes rolling and just wishing they would leave already, but they continued to speak through the door as ellie’s tongue was bringing you closer and closer. 

“are you sure?” 

without taking her mouth off of your throbbing clit, ellie slid her finger into you, causing your breathing to hitch and an embarrassing squeak came out of your mouth. “y-yeah–” was all you could say in response. ellie knew you’d have a hard time keeping quiet and it was all the more fun for her watching you squirm to remain silent while her fingers pulsed in and out of you. she brought her face back up to yours, still pumping like her life depended on it. she covered your mouth with her free hand, just in case they were still waiting by the door. 

“you can let it out now,” she whispered in your ear with a slight chuckle, feeling your cunt clench around her fingers. she knew your body all too well at this point and you groaned into her hand as you finished. 

ellie knew that she was playing with fire, but in any context you clouded her mind so much that she indulged any chance she could. whether it was a good game or a bad one, she started to look forward to what happened after and not so much the games themselves. knowing that at the end of the night she would have you screaming her name with that desperate tone she loved so much. it consumed her, you consumed her. she didn’t want to think about how you felt about it, obviously she knew you liked it as much as she did but was it her? or how she made you feel? 

she didn’t realize you were thinking about her as much as she was. the week feeling excruciatingly long before each game and in weak moments touching yourself to the thought of her, whispering her name to yourself as you would finish wishing it was her instead of yourself. but you both kept up the act of hating one another, to everyone around you and even between yourselves. teasing, mocking and yelling back and forth became a game. who could make the other more frustrated before the final whistle blew and then taking it out on each other after. 

it had been nine weeks of fucking till you could barely walk and now it was all coming to an end and you found yourself dreading the game to come. you didn’t talk to her about it once, fearing if you did it would all come to a stop but now that the season was ending you couldn’t help but think about what was to happen. you strode into the gymnasium, your team buzzing with excitement but your eyes were glued to the doors. 

the whistle indicating the start of the game rang in your ears, and ellie was nowhere to be seen. your eyes scanned over the faces of the people on the other side of the net and her auburn hair was missing from her usual spot in the back row. she was replaced by another teammate and your eyebrows furrowed together, biting your lip in thought. you recalled seeing her by her car in the parking lot, so where was she now? 

deciding to just let it be, the game started. thanks to ellie’s absence, scoring points for your team was easy as the replacement libero had no idea how to counter your plays. it almost felt unfair. it felt like seconds had passed and the coaches called for a break, but when you looked at the clock it had been an hour and she still hadn’t shown her face. during the break, you left the gym to refill your water and were met with a few of ellie’s teammates. 

“hey, where’s ellie?” you couldn’t stop yourself from asking but keeping your voice monotone, pressing your water into the fountain and letting it fill to the top. 

a girl with short black hair turned around from her conversation, looking you up and down. “we thought you’d be happy she wasn’t here,” she spoke with a laugh, but not a friendly one.

the girl she was talking to chimed up from behind her with a nasty tone, “yeah, i mean it’s working in your favor isn’t it?” maybe ellie wasn’t the meanest person on her team. 

you rolled your eyes while you capped your water bottle. a sigh left you a little harsher than need be before you started walking back to the gym, feeling embarrassed that you even asked. but as your hands met the metal of the gym doors, your head turned to the exit doors at the end of the hallway. it wouldn’t hurt to check, right? 

backing up from the gym doors you made your way down the hallway. you could hear her teammates laughing as you did and it felt like they were laughing at you, so you rushed out of the doors before you could hear anything else. the spring air was refreshing and even though it was well past eight o’clock, the sun was just setting. your eyes immediately focused on the back corner of the lot and her car sat idle in it’s spot, although you couldn’t see her anywhere. 

you lazily went down the steps and into the lot, following the breeze all the way to her car. as you approached it, you realized it was on, the gentle hum of the engine becoming louder the closer you got. coming up on the passenger side you could see her sitting in the driver's seat, staring blankly at the phone in her hand. confused, you tapped on her window lightly and she looked up from her phone. your hand gestured for her to roll down her window and ellie sighed deeply before obliging. the window came down slowly and she returned her focus to her phone, you didn’t want to look but your eyes had a mind of their own and you could see she was just scrolling through twitter. 

“are you gonna come inside or…?” you asked, your hand gesturing for you. 

she didn’t look up from her phone, “probably not–” 

“why?” 

“because.” she said matter-of-factly, her thumb swiping up on her feed. she wasn’t even reading it. 

“my team is winning, you know,” you teased, leaning down and into her open window, your forearms pressing against the uncomfortable door. you didn’t know why, but you felt like she would be receptive to your teasing as she always is, but again she didn’t even look at you, “hello? earth to ellie?” 

“good for you guys,” her tone was flat. 

you scoffed, standing up straight and pulling at her door handle. the car door opened and you planted yourself in her passenger seat, pulling the door closed behind you with a slam. she finally looked up at you as your body turned to face hers. “the hell is wrong with you?”

“nothin’,” she said nonchalantly, returning her gaze to her phone. your eyes rolled and you reached over, plucking the phone from her hands and tossing it in the backseat. “the fuck?” she half yelled, looking into the back seat and seeing her phone fall to the floor with a thump. 

“why aren’t you playing?” you inquired again, peering into her eyes as they returned to you. 

ellie pinched the bridge of her nose, letting out a deep breath, “i just don't want to, okay? go back inside.” what ellie didn’t want to admit was that she was paralyzed with the realization that the season was ending and along with it, the fucked up relationship you two had. all of her feelings she had repressed for months bubbling over but she threw aside any thought of asking you out. embarrassed with how many hateful words came out of her mouth directed at you, embarrassed that she had let it go this far to begin with and overall she felt like that would be the last thing you wanted; to be with her. childishly, she felt if she remained in her car nothing would end and it would be like this forever. but time doesn’t work like that. 

your tongue poked your cheek as you thought about her words, not believing a single one of them. “and your scholarship?” 

she sighed again, this time your name pouring out of her mouth along with it, “leave me alone, please.”

“ellie, just tell me–” 

“oh my god, it’s you,” she finally admitted, remembering a similar conversation you both had at the beginning of the season and now realizing why you were so adamant on not talking about it. 

“you’re skipping the last game because of me?” you asked, almost disappointed in her. ellie felt a wave of shame wash over her with your words and quickly returned to being defensive. 

“you got your answer, now get out of my car–” she yelled, motioning for you to leave, looking right into your eyes. your own eyes widened just a bit, a burning sensation building in your chest with her tone. she hadn’t been this nasty with you in so long, you were able to handle anything she said to you during games but as of recently, she had never been this mean to you. your shocked silence filled her with regret but she had already gone too far so she doubled down. she yelled your name,  “–get the fuck out!” 

your hand reached for the handle while still holding her gaze and you fought back the tears that threatened to spill out. it was obvious that you were, ellie could see your breathing pattern dysregulating and your blinking had slowed but it was most obvious in your eyes as they glossed over from the wetness. she had never felt more guilty than right now watching as you turned to leave. 

you opened the door, pulling yourself out of her car and made your voice sound normal even with the lump that settled in your throat,“i liked it better when we actually hated each other–” you slammed her door shut, not looking back while you walked back up to the building.

part six

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I’ll Be There for You

Angst, fluff

Levi Ackerman x gn!reader

Levi comes to your rescue when you’re dealing with negative feelings/depression :)

Warnings: cussing, negative self talk, allusions to depression, thoughts of death

A/n: if this fic helps even one person feel a bit better, then I’ve done my job🫶 much love to any of you who are or ever have felt this way; you’re worthy, you’re loved, and you have so much more life to experience so please don’t give up and always keep fighting❤️ I’m here for anyone who needs it and don’t be afraid to reach out!! Much love to you all❤️

Quite simply, you just wanted to lay in your bed and rot into the mattress, never to be seen again.

You didn’t know what brought on these feelings, you just knew you wanted no part of them. You would much rather sleep the hours away in hopes that they would leave on their own, but that wasn’t an option; you had to go to work. Trying to get out of bed each day was a Herculean task when it felt like your limbs were made of concrete. Inside your head were swirling thoughts of insecurities pertaining to every facet of your life.

I’m horrible at my job.

Everyone’s too busy to care about me, I’m not worth their time.

No one would care if I died.

You sighed, slinging your uniform jacket over your shoulders. You didn’t bother looking in your small mirror, figuring that seeing your appearance would only make your thoughts worse. You grabbed some files from your office as you made your way past the dining hall, opting to forgo breakfast. You had little appetite the last week, not having enough energy or care to fuel your body. You were just filing paperwork anyway, it wasn’t like you were doing anything important or worthwhile. Normally you would smile as you heard the chatter of your comrades chowing down on their meals, but lately it brought you no joy, instead leaving your heart heavy with an indescribable sadness. Your boots slammed against the floor, each step as difficult as the one before it. You trudged along to your superior’s office, dropping off some of the files before heading back to your own office, not looking forward to report writing the next few hours. You barely registered the presence of someone else in the hallway next to you, your surroundings unimportant as you pleaded with the universe to let you hide away in your office, alone and unbothered.

The universe was not so kind.

“You look like shit,” Levi commented, his eyebrows knitted in concern.

You snorted as you kept walking. “Thanks, Captain.”

Normally you would have a sarcastic remark at the ready, but you weren’t in the mood.

“Are you sick?” He walked in time with you.

You hesitated before answering. “I… don’t feel well.”

Levi quickly moved away several inches.

“It’s not contagious,” you added. His expression was unreadable.

“You haven’t eaten much lately.” he observed.

“Not hungry,” you replied, causing him to roll his eyes.

“Shitty excuse. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, okay? I’m fine,” you said through clenched teeth, fighting the urge to scream. You didn’t want him to know of your internal pain. You couldn’t show Humanity’s Strongest Soldier how weak you were. You picked up the pace to your office as Levi walked right next to you, offering you silent companionship. Under different circumstances you would be chatting away with the man, but right now you wanted to wallow in your despair by yourself and not be questioned about your lack of food or hygiene.

“This is me. I’ll see you around.”

You tried to slam the door closed as fast as you could, but his lithe leg was faster, blocking it with his foot.

He narrowed his eyes. “You’re a horrible liar.”

“I’m tired, that’s all,” you tried to reason, hoping he would either believe you or get the hint you really didn’t want to talk about this with him. Levi peeked behind you and caught a glimpse of your office, making him frown at what he saw. Your desk, usually rivaling his level of cleanliness and organization, was such a mess that he could barely stomach it. You noticed his eyes wandering and you shoved yourself closer into the doorframe to block his view.

“Anything else I can help you with?” you asked, clearly frustrated with him.

“No. Take care of yourself, L/n. I have no need for a squad leader who can’t perform at their best.”

With that, he pulled his boot from your doorframe and left you to replay those words over and over in your head.

As Levi left your office, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was really wrong with you. Your desk being such a wreck was totally out of the norm. Obviously you were lying about only being tired, but he didn’t know what the source of your issues was. Walking down the hallway, he saw that your bedroom door was left ajar. He wasn’t one to invade others’ privacy, but you were acting quite strange and, as a captain, he had a duty to make sure his peers were alright. Well, you two were more than peers anyway; he considered you a close friend and a trustworthy comrade. He hated seeing your lack of motivation, knowing you were capable of so much more, and thought his harsh words earlier would give you the boost you needed to get a grip and snap out of your funk.

What he saw when he opened your bedroom door made his skin crawl.

Your normally tidy, clean room was in a state of utter chaos. Your clothes were strewn haphazardly all over the place, your bed wasn’t made, sheets falling on the floor. Your gear wasn’t cleaned properly, nor was it resting in its rightful place. What was going on with you? He left as quickly as he came in, having seen enough. You hadn’t been cleaning or eating, two important daily tasks that never slipped your mind. You looked like you hadn’t bathed in many days or been bothered to monitor your appearance whatsoever. You weren’t ill because you wouldn’t lie to him about not being contagious.

So what was it?

He thought about your glassy, empty eyes. Your expression was mostly neutral, but he could see through the facade you were putting up; you were deeply troubled by something.

You were suffering mentally and he had just now noticed.

He cursed at himself for not realizing it earlier. Between his own never ending piles of work and lack of sleep, more so than usual, he hadn’t noticed the signs of you pulling away from everyone until much too late. His mind reeled at what he should do next. There were so many things that needed to be done to kickstart your healing process, he just didn’t know where to start.

Actually, he did.

It had been hours and you had barely written anything on the paper in front of you, your brain unable to focus on work long enough to form professional sentences. You wanted to rip the stack of papers into teeny little shreds, take out your mental anguish on something tangible. You thought back to what Levi had said: he had no need for you, since, clearly, you were as far from your best as you could ever be. You couldn’t even find it within yourself to care, numbness overtaking you. It was just a matter of time before you were fired, discharged, and thrown to the streets. Maybe there you could disappear for good…

Knocks at your door interrupted your spiraling thoughts.

“Name and business,” you called out, less than enthused.

“It’s Levi. Open up.”

You groaned. You didn’t want him to see your office in disarray, though you suspected he had seen enough earlier.

“Is it urgent?”

“I’ll kick down the door if you don’t let me in.”

“Guess that’s a yes,” you grumbled under your breath.

“No need to damage government property. It’s unlocked,” you told him, hinges creaking as he stepped inside. In his hands were a steaming cup of tea and some bread that he set in front of you.

“Here. You can’t starve yourself,” he said.

“I appreciate the gesture but I’m not hungry,” you reiterated.

“Stop being so damn stubborn and have at least a little bite. Or drink the tea. I won’t watch you waste away,” he argued, irises aflame with an intense emotion you couldn’t pinpoint. You didn’t want to be a further disappointment so you nibbled on the bread, your stomach coming to life with gurgles of hunger as you swallowed the welcome nutrients. Levi looked around for a place to sit but all of your chairs were occupied by opened books and papers you hadn’t stacked neatly.

“Sorry about the mess, you can just stick those on the floor with the other piles,” you said, embarrassed at your lack of tidying. He took a seat and watched you intently as you ate and drank. When he was satisfied with the progress of your meal, he spoke up.

“I’m not… good… with my words,” he started, more hesitant than you’d ever known him to be, “but I want you to know that I’m available for you no matter what. I won’t let you suffer alone.”

“Really, Levi, I appreciate it, but it’s nothing, I’m-”

“Your office is a mess and your room is a disaster. Your mannerisms have changed. I know you, y/n, I know something’s off. I failed at seeing it sooner and I let you down.”

His gray eyes bore into your own. “But I’m here now. I’ll do everything in my power to keep you from losing yourself. Whatever you need.”

Your gaze dropped to your desk.

“I don’t know what I need,” you whispered. “I don’t know what I need to feel better. To make all of this go away.”

“That means we won’t stop trying things until we find a solution,” Levi responded, resolute in his statement.

“We?” you asked, uncertain of what he meant.

“That’s what I said. You’re not fighting on your own. We’re in this together.”

“But I’m weak for feeling like this. I don’t want to be another burden on you or anyone else.”

You couldn’t dare look Levi in the eyes during your confession, afraid of how he was viewing you as you displayed your most vulnerable moments out in the open like this. He stood abruptly from his chair, the sound of wood scraping on wood echoing through your office. He leaned over you, his hands gentle yet firm on your shoulders.

“Look at me.” You slowly raised your head as he addressed you, his bangs hanging haphazardly over his forehead. “Don’t ever say something so stupid like that again. This is not weakness and you’re not a burden. That’s your shitty brain lying to you. I will repeat this as many times as I need to until your ears bleed or your mind starts believing it.”

He gave your shoulders one last squeeze before unhanding you. “You can talk to me if that helps. I might not have the right words but I’ll listen. It’s a hell of a lot better than keeping it bottled up inside. I’ve seen soldiers swallow it down until they couldn’t stand it any longer. I won’t let that happen to you, too.”

You nodded in understanding, taking in a big breath before letting it out. “Okay. Okay, yeah. I’ll try… talking about it.”

“Good. You do that while I’ll clean this pig sty you call an office.”

You laughed for the first time in weeks. Levi felt himself smile softly at the joyous sound he had missed for so long, his heart beating a little quicker at the way your expression was lively once again.

Your venting session with Levi went extremely well. You felt like the weights had been lifted off your shoulders a little bit. Obviously you weren’t cured and knew these feelings were going to linger and could strike at any time, but it was nice knowing you had someone to turn to when things looked bleak. Your office, now spotless due to his efforts, also contributed to your mind feeling more organized.

“Four eyes has good advice, too, but you might get experimented on so be careful,” Levi said, making you laugh for the second time that day. Before he left, he made you swear that you would eat dinner. “I’ll personally drag your ass to the dining hall,” is specifically what he said, and you wholeheartedly believed him.

“Thanks again,” you told him as he reached for the door handle. “I genuinely don’t know what I would do without you.”

He froze.

“You’ll never have to know,” he eventually uttered, taking his leave.

Later that night, when your work was finished and your stomach was full of food, you huffed in annoyance when you remembered the state your room was in. Bracing yourself for the disappointing scene, you opened your door to:

A clean room?

You walked inside, confused as could be. Your sheets were back on your bed, everything crisply tucked in. Your clothes were put away, both hanging up and folded neatly in your dresser drawers. Even your gear, which was left covered in muck and dirt from your last training session, was shining as brightly as the day it was first issued to you.

There was only one person you knew who could clean that precisely and quickly.

Your attention was caught by a sachet of tea and a small piece of paper left on your nightstand. You picked up the note, a tear staining your cheek as you read the meticulous penmanship.

Here’s some of my favorite tea. It’s brought me comfort in the past so I hope the same for you.

If you don’t know how to brew it correctly, come find me.

Like I said before, take care of yourself.

I believe in you.

—Levi

[taeminsung]

♡ ˚⁎⁺˳ ── my muse..

pairing ||  hyunjin reader summary || if hyunjin could capture love in a photograph or painting, it would just be of you. genre/s || love trope. fluff. romance. angst. trope || hopeless romantic masterlist || stray kids as love tropes mina’s notes ||  just soft for this man, it's fine really. please enjoy ♡ 

The low beats of a song could be faintly heard by Hyunjin as his turn for hair and makeup was wrapping. Already he could tell that this was going to be different than the previous photoshoots they had. No one was ushering them around from station to station, shoving clothes in their face, and telling them to change quickly. No. This was a new atmosphere. While he knew there wasn’t anything else on their schedule, he still couldn’t believe how laid back the set felt.

It was only made clearer when a normally anxious Han was fluttering around like he would if they were in the comfort of their own studio. Laughter could be heard from the members who were waiting their turn. Hyunjin really didn’t understand why everything about this held a different type of energy, one he hadn’t seen from his members in a long time. The constant schedules had brought their energy levels so low for things like this. A usual hush that fell over them while they waited was replaced with light conversations and loud laughter.

Curiosity seemed to get the better of him once he was in his outfit for the shoot, causing him to wander off to see how Felix’s photos were going. Hearing Felix’s laugh as he turned the corner, he stopped as he found his younger brother laughing, eyes squinting shut with his small hand covering his mouth. The sound of shutters clicking immediately followed. Hyunjin watched as you stood from the crouch you were in, moving to show Felix the screen of your camera. He couldn’t tear his focus away as he watched his member’s face light up before saying something only you could hear.

For a brief second, he could see the blush that dusted your cheeks as you turned to move back to your previous area, a small smile tugging at your lips while your eyes watched the floor. Part of Hyunjin thought maybe it was just Felix feeling comfortable with his clothing and freckles on display, yet another part of him thought that maybe it was the atmosphere that you and your team created. Either way, he couldn’t help but smile watching the scene in front of him. Instead of going back to wait where their stuff was littered about, Hyunjin found himself inching closer to where you were busy working.

When it became Han’s turn to go, Hyunjin moved even closer to where you stood, wanting to hear the conversations, or lack thereof, that were bound to happen. It wasn’t you that he doubted, but he knew Han didn’t care to make small talk with strangers. Yet, he was shocked when Han skipped up to you, quickly explaining that he was excited to see what you would come up with, and he didn’t have anything in particular he was wanting to see. It was enough to make Hyunjin’s head tilt and attention drift to you, while you nodded your head, asking if he was more comfortable with standing or sitting shots. In a few short heartbeats, you had produced multiple options for Han to review. With your camera showing him the images, Hyunjin’s eyes were stuck on the monitor that showed the larger image of what you were showing Han.

A small gasp left his lips as he saw what you were capturing. Photos of Han in his most comfortable state, of him just being him. The him that the members got to see every day. The him that Han wanted to show people if he didn’t freeze up in a few moments. There was no added pressure to look a certain way, to pose a certain way. Only showcased the confidence that is brought out when he was on stage.  You were somehow capturing the members and bringing out their personalities in the photos, something no one they had worked with had been able to do. It impressed and inspired him.

As you returned to where he was standing, the same blush could be seen spread across your cheeks as before. You smile at him before focusing back on your work at hand. Hyunjin couldn’t help but watch the way you worked. Completed in awe at the way you were able to bring different things out in the photos without them having to change outfits, hair, or makeup. You were someone he wanted to learn from. Not even just in the form of photography but in the ways, you were able to see a version and execute it. You clearly had mastered some part of your craft that you were confident even no matter how many times the members made you blush through the day.

When the shoot finally wrapped after the group shoots, Hyunjin felt anxious to continue to be connected to you. He knew he wanted to keep in touch because of his desire to learn more from you. There was something about you that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. While he likely wouldn’t admit it to anyone, he felt his heart tugging him to make this decision. It scared him that there was a chance that you didn’t want to be friends with people you work with, but a small part of him hoped that you’d maybe say yes since he had lingered near most of the day. Hi Y/n! he greeted you as he approached. When your attention turned to him, he watched the smile light up your features. Hi! You simply greeted back, standing to face him. I was hoping, that maybe, I could get your number, he started before scrambling to say, to discuss photography. Also, art if you are into that. Or even just ask for tips on things, he was rambling and didn’t know how to stop so he ended it with, and, and, I don’t know, become friends? Why was he so nervous about this? A small giggle escaped you before handing him your phone.

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Time passed quickly whenever the two of you were together. It didn’t take long for the friendship to bloom. Moments together were usually spent at museums, exhibits, or a small coffee shop that offered privacy. They were few and far between, but it allowed him to ask you questions on your craft. It wasn’t long before he used the tips you gave him to not only improve his art but also apply it to his career. While he showed you pieces, he created, he couldn’t bring himself to show you the ones he created without anyone knowing.

The pieces that he felt didn’t quite capture your full beauty but were starting to get closer. With each passing day spent together, he learned how you adjusted your view on things. The way you tried to find beauty in everything and art in simplicity. In truth, it was how you were able to start to capture different idols in a more comfortable state without the extra things here and there that drew Hyunjin in even more. Yes, there were times when it was needed and called for, but many times you prefer to capture them in ways that allowed their fans to see the true version of themselves.  

It was why he started to paint you. You, who was able to capture him in a way that no one ever had. You, who was always behind the camera. His thoughts were left to wonder if you were ever captured the way you did others. So, slowly he tried to find a way to paint you in a way that showed you the way that he viewed you. If the soft smile that usually played on your lips when you reviewed a photo you took was ever shown to you. Or the blush that would creep across your cheeks when someone complimented you. Mostly, he wanted to showcase the way your eyes sparkled when you spoke of your passions and dreams.

Over time, you became the first person he called with news or when something happened in his day, both good and bad. When he got the news, he would be the ambassador for Versace, all he could think of was that he wanted to tell you. Maybe that’s why he called you so early, knowing that you had a shoot late into the night before. He filled the message in your voicemail, telling you everything down to the event he was to attend. You were the only person he wanted to celebrate with even though he knew that your schedules didn’t align for weeks to come.

When your schedules did finally work out, he walked into the coffee shop, a small bag in his hand, filled with a painting he felt was finally good enough for you. It was a present to congratulate you on landing one of the gigs you had been working so hard for. One that took you away from him for a few weeks, yet one that he was so proud of you for achieving. You slide across from him, a smile already gracing your face. Maybe it was how he was such a hopeless romantic, but he couldn’t help falling for you a little bit more with your messy hair. I ordered your regular, Hyunjin broke the silence as he realized that he even knew what your coffee order was. He knew he was in deep with you.

The time seemed to move slowly for once being with you. Hyunjin knew it was the nerves. The thought of giving you something so personal to him but likely to you too. Really, he didn’t want this day to end. His cheeks hurt from smiling and laughing with you as you got caught up on everything that happened since the last time you were together. It was something about your friendship, while you chatted when you could over the phone, nothing seemed to beat these stolen moments together. Only when Chan called did he know that he had to give you up to go work on the new choreography for the comeback.

Before you go, I got you something, you said reaching down to the black bag at your feet that Hyunjin didn’t even notice when you walked in. I wanted to gift it to you as a congratulations for everything you’ve been doing, the same blush he adored dancing across your cheeks. I hope you like it, you whispered before passing it over to him.

Would it be bad timing if I gave you my gift now too? Hyunjin laughed before handing over the bag he kept tight to his leg. If you were going to be shy, then he was going to be with you. This was a moment he hoped he could remember forever. Without even trying to open what you gave him, he watched your face as you pulled out the small canvas that Hyunjin deemed a good representation of how you looked in his eyes. He saw the way water lined your tear line as you stared at his art. When your eyes shifted up to him, he couldn’t help but smile at you before saying, I wanted to show you how I see you. The version that I don’t think you get to see too much. It was then that Hyunjin really wanted to capture you, tears in your eyes, a small pout on your lips, attention back on the piece he’d given you.

You should really open my gift, you half laughed trying to keep the tears from cascading down your cheeks. Finally breaking his attention off you, he opened the bag pulling out a small book. The cover was simple with a daisy embroidered on it. Flipping it open, he couldn’t help the gasp that came out of his mouth as he saw the first photo. A photo of him at an exhibit he had asked you to attend with him. The next was at the museum he tried to visit every time they rotated what they had. As he continued to look at the pages, he realized that each was from a moment you had spent together, but never once did they show him looking at the camera. Instead, it was moments of him looking more closely at something or wandering around in a space.

When his eyes drifted back to you, he watched you bite your lip, likely nervous about his reaction just as he was of yours. I love it, Hyunjin finally spoke, it’s, I don’t even have the words to describe it. Just as your smile began pulling at your lips, he couldn’t stop himself from rambling on, I really do like it. About as much as I do you, his eyes darting back down to his favorite photo. It was three heartbeats of silence before his head snapped back up to realize what he had just said. Only you were looking at him like you had stars in your eyes.

I like you too Hyunjin, you whispered as his phone buzzed on the table. Our next get-together will have to be a date then, he said as he moved to put the book in his backpack for safekeeping. It was routine for how these hangouts always ended, with one of you having to rush you. But he really wanted to make sure you knew that he was serious about that comment. I mean it. The next time we can, it’s a date.

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[silverflowers14]

My X-Men AU: A rough outline

Cause you guys wanted to hear it. here's part of it. I except ideas, critique as long as it's not mean, and your thought on it.

It's kinda hard to explain because it’s come to me in parts and starts in different ways. I wanted Logan to have the same mutations as he normally does, and since there’s a multiverse, there’s bound to be one version of him that’s an Omega-level mutant. Logan, however, is typically shown or classified as a Beta or Alpha-level mutant, and this one is too—but I wanted him to change or evolve into an Omega-level.

I kept Logan’s backstory the same, except for the fact that during the Weapon X procedure, he dies and stays dead (don’t worry, he’ll be fine … eventually). The program dumps his body in a forest in the middle of nowhere. Now that I had that part set, I needed something to revive him while simultaneously making him an Omega-level mutant. So, I came up with these things called Guardians. They are spirit-like beings made of light with godlike powers, typically green in color, that protect the Earth from threats and nature from humans. Occasionally, they choose a creature (in this case, a mutant) they find worthy to bond with permanently.

After Logan is dumped, one of these Guardians bonds with him, reviving him from death and making him younger.

Some of the improvements he gets include:

The adamantium bonded to his bones is now organic (by organic, I mean not toxic).

He can coat and uncoat his bones with the metal (adamantium—don’t ask how; it is what it is, it’ll make sense later).

He heals the same, but now he is immortal.

He can share his healing with others.

If he forms a strong enough bond with another human, mutant, or animal, they become immortal as well, and they are psychically connected (but only for communication).

He has Mother Nature-like abilities (he can revive and kill plants or other natural things).

He has an energy-based power that burns you if he feels threatened and turns red when he’s angry.

He can shift into a few different animals, limited to a wolf, wolverine, dog, cat, and weasel (because I said so). He also has personality traits of all these animals. He can half-shift as well, giving him a werewolf-like appearance, but more human.

Appearance

He can shift his height from 5’3” to 6’6”. If he grows taller, he gains fur—a caramel color that fades into black near his hair.

His hair is long and has two stripes that form a point on his forehead and connect at the bottom of his hair. The pattern resembles the stripe wolverines have.

He has longer, sharper fangs, pointier nails, and piercing blue or amber-colored eyes.

His body has markings on his back, arms, chest, and one on his head (I haven’t decided what they look like yet, and I’m open to suggestions).

His hands are large and paw-like.

When he’s 5’3” and not covered in fur, he looks the same as normal, except younger (around 26). He has freckles, green or red eyes, shorter—but just as sharp—fangs, and dull-pointed nails. His hands remain large and paw-like.

After Logan is revived and gets over the confusion of being alive and having new abilities, he sets out (and just because I can, and it makes it funnier to me later) to create an entire country. Much like Wakanda, no one knows about it, and they keep it a much better secret. It’s located in a “Godzilla vs. Kong: The New Empire”-like place, and by that, I mean exactly like it—except not as deadly. There are no giant monkeys or dinosaurs, but it’s just as majestic and beautiful, and it’s all Logan’s.

The population of this place is larger than Genosha’s, and it’s more successful at not being blown up. It’s well-protected, and its leader is not a dictator or a genocidal maniac (cough Magneto cough).

The majority of the population are ferals (because I said so), and the rest are mutants. All are rescued by Logan and brought there, and there is a strict no-hate rule. The culture is native and flamboyant in nature, and singing is a common thing to hear. The country is named Novesper (a word I made), meaning "new hope."

The next post will cover what I call feral tech.

[frankenkyle19]

Kinktober Day 2: Food-play With Peter Maximoff

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Description/warnings: Food play, Oral (both male and fem receiving), unprotected sex, fast fucking (it’s Peter, so it’s fast fast), Peter being a goof

Peter had to admit it. He had some… odd kinks. Or… unique interests is what he liked to call them. He didn’t have a ton of experience but he did have a very vivid imagination. He wasn’t too eager to share some of his kinks, but maybe, just maybe this one wouldn’t be too weird? I mean it wasn’t by any means considered normal or vanilla, but it also wasn’t hardcore at all.

It was no surprise that Peter had a bit of a sweet tooth. Constantly snacking on something that contained high levels of sugar. It kept his blood sugar up and his metabolism didn’t burn through it as fast, and… it tasted good. So why wouldn’t he like it? 

Twinkies, whipped cream, cakes and ice creams. Peter liked it all and could probably eat it for every meal if he was allowed. Protein? A balanced meal? What’s that? 

Peter was also into all sorts of freaky stuff. He’s definitely not the kind of dude to be vanilla. He had outrageous ideas that usually turned off most of the partners he’s had in the past. They weren’t too wild, but still, it just hadn’t been their thing and that was okay with Peter. It didn’t make him want to test out these things any less though. 

Once he met you everything changed, as cheesy as it sounds. You’re down for anything and everything that Peter brings to the table. He kept it chill for a while, not wanting to scare you off, but you were always down to clown with him and would hear him out for any idea he had, no matter how odd.

So when he brought this idea up to you, you laughed right in his face. Not because it was an odd or even bad idea, but because he had been so shy to bring it up to you in the first place. 

“I want to cover you in whipped cream and syrups and lick it off you. Y’know? Like- it’s called food play. I really wanna try it. The idea really fucking turns me on baby- why are you laughing?!”

Peter watched you for several seconds before your fits of laughter subsided, leaving you to catch your breath as you shook your head. Peter was kinda freaking out. Why were you laughing? Oh god were you laughing at him?

You finally managed to catch your breath as you looked at the silver haired mutant in front of you. 

“Peter- I- I mean I’m totally down to do that with you, but why were you so nervous to ask me? It’s not like anything outrageously freaky. Did you really think I’d say no?” You questioned. 

Peter sighed and covered his face shyly with his hands before peeking out at you. 

“I was just-“ his voice was muffled from his hands covering his face.

“I just was… I’ve been wanting to do that for a really long time and was worried you’d shoot the idea down. It’s like- one of my fantasies.” Fantasies. What the fuck was wrong with him? He wasn’t in some cheesy porno. Get yourself together, Peter. 

You couldn’t help but giggle a bit at how shy he’d become. Peter. The man who always had a comeback for everything. A snarky response to absolutely anything. You realized then that he truly had been nervous to tell you this.

“I’m not like that Peter. Sure, there’s things I don’t like but I’d be honest with you. You don’t ever have to be afraid to tell me your interests. I want you to be happy and I’m more than happy to try out new things with you.”

Peter let his hands fall from his face as his dimples peeked out, a big shit eating grin that showed you that he was back to his normal goofy self. Goofball…

“I’ve got a bunch of ideas baby- whipped cream, chocolate syrup, honey, ooo cherries. You’ll be my own personal sundae.” He began, eyes darting around as he fidgeted with his hands, something he did when he was trying to stay still and keep himself relatively calm. He never stayed still, some part of him always needing to move to get out pent up energy. 

“Okay I’ll be- I’ll be right back-“ and without another word, Peter was gone, your hair messily flying around in the wind his quick escape created.

He was only gone three minutes tops and came back with two grocery bags on his arms, still grinning ridiculously.

“I really really hope you paid for all that, Peter.”

“Pfffft, course I did babe. Who do you think I am?” He chuckled, but you just knew he was lying. What were you going to do with him? Your little thief. Stealing lots of things, including your heart. 

Peter impatiently gestured to the bags on his arms before nodding his head towards the bed, body buzzing with excitement. He was beyond ready for this.

“So, what do I have to do?” You asked curiously as you made your way towards the bed, Peter at your heels.

“Ah you just lay back and relax baby. Enjoy the rideee”

You rolled your eyes but nodded, pulling off your shirt and pants, leaving you in just your undergarments 

“Take these off too?” You asked curiously, to which he nodded enthusiastically, setting the bags down at the edge of the bed, he began sorting through the various items he had ‘bought’ (stolen)

You and Peter weren’t shy around each other. Peter would walk around naked all the time if it was socially acceptable. You on the other hand were a bit more wary about being nude, but Peter never judged you or your body. In fact, the opposite. He praised you like a goddess, treating you with so much love as well as respect. It made your heart flutter. Despite how goofy and dumb he could be at times, Peter was respectful and loving beyond your wildest imagination.

So, you slipped off your bra and panties before laying back on the bed, feet shoving the bags of food items to the side a bit to give you some more room, causing a huff from Peter who was still sorting through things.

The silver haired mutant froze in his tracks when he saw your figure. He whistled lowly and shook his head as he bit his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Damn baby, you’re smokin’. I’m so fucking excited for this you have no idea-“ he said, pulling the rest of the items from the bags before tossing the plastic onto the floor. No wonder his room was always so messy…

He crawled over you and pulled you into a kiss, eager to get things started. You humored him for a moment but shook your head, cupping his cheek 

“You are wearing far too much right now, Peter. I think it’s only fair that you take a few… layers off.” You said, gesturing to your own naked body.

You had intended for him to take them off slowly, give you a little show, but why would he do that? That wasn’t practical and he never did anything slow. He ripped his clothes off faster than your eyes could catch up with before moving off the bed to grab something from the bags. 

His cock was half hard between his thighs, a bush of silver curly hairs covering his crotch, trailing up into a sparse trail of hairs that met his belly button. What was it about his dumb, silver hair that drove you nuts?

He grabbed a can of whipped cream first, shaking it as he looked you over. How did he score someone as hella smoking as you? 

You just smiled up at him, watching curiously as he lowered the tip of the whipped cream can to your shoulder, pressing down as a small swirl of whipped cream came into contact with your skin. You shivered a bit, not expecting it to be so cold, but the cold feeling was soon replaced by something much much warmer. 

Peter’s tongue lapped at the whipped cream eagerly, his teeth even nipping on your skin a bit as he made sure to clean it all up. He licked his lips as he pulled away, eyes now a much darker shade of brown then before, pupils blown wide. 

“Damn. We should have done this so much sooner.” Was all he said, reaching for the can again as he placed another dollop of cold whipped cream onto your body. Right above your left breast.

He once more leaned down and carefully licked up the sweet cream before he made it to your skin underneath, giving gentle kisses here and there as he let his tongue trace over you.

You hummed softly, closing your eyes and relaxing into the bed. This wasn’t exactly… anything special so far. But you knew it’d eventually get there. So the anticipation was truly the best part. It was a waiting game.

You flinched at the sudden sound and feeling of the whipped cream being poured onto your breasts, your eyes shooting open as you looked up at Peter. His eyes were so dark they were hard to make out as he leaned down, licking over your hardened buds as the white cream met his tongue. He moaned softly, and once each breast was cleaned, he sucked them into his mouth, one at a time, looking up at you with the most ridiculously innocent look he’d given this whole time. Damn him..

“Peterrrr '' you whined softly, chest arching into the feeling of his warm, wet mouth. You were beginning to grow a bit impatient, ready for more. You always hated his teasing. It drove you nuts.

Peter just grinned mischievously, setting the whipped cream down on his bedside table before reaching for something else.

Chocolate syrup.

“Jesus Peter, you’re going to make a mess-“

“Nope! I happen to have an expert tongue that’ll get it all cleaned up.” He said suggestively as he struggled a bit to open the container. Once he did though, he leaned over you again, going lower this time as he began to drizzle the sticky dark syrup onto your stomach, making you cringe a bit. You’d definitely be showering later to get all the sticky remnants off of your body. 

Peter set the syrup down next to the whipped cream before pulling back to get a good view of you. And god damn did you look good. 

His tongue traced the chocolate down down down, until he was at your core. He blew onto your dripping cunt as he grinned wickedly.

Oh you’d get him back for this…

He continued to tease you like this for several moments and you debated kicking him in the groin for it. 

But finally sweet relief came as the first swipe of his tongue swept over your weeping cunt. A quiet cry left your parted lips as you looked down to see his head of silver hair, the rest of his features hidden from your view as he began to eat you out vigorously.

Usually he’d tease the hell out of you before just going at it, but maybe he realized he’d teased you enough already. Or maybe he was just that desperate to get a taste of you. Peter would definitely say it was the latter.. He hadn’t always been an expert at eating you out. You had basically taught him everything he knows now, being he wasn’t very experienced with anything when you two first met. And god did your teaching pay off.

Peter brought the pad of his thumb to rest against your clit as a buzzing sensation of pleasure surged through you. That little shit was vibrating his fucking thumb. It was so much that it was almost torturous, and you gasped, trying to wriggle away from the overwhelming touch. You had a love hate relationship with how he abused his powers in the bedroom, the pleasure so overwhelming but so blindingly good. 

Peter just laughed, and that’s when you had finally had enough. You sat up, confusing Peter before you tackled him back onto the bed, shaking your head as you used all your strength to pin him. Realistically you knew if he wanted to, he could easily overpower you, but he was humoring you, curious to see what you had planned.

You grabbed the whipped cream off of the table and tapped the tip of it to Peter’s mouth, signaling for him to open, which he did. You sprayed some of the cream into his mouth, keeping him quiet for several moments as he worked on swallowing it. 

In the meantime, your hand came to wrap around his hard length, causing him to yelp in surprise at the sudden stimulation. He nearly choked on the whipped cream as he tried to prop himself up a bit, eyes laser focused on the way his cock slid through your hand. 

 Peter finally managed to swallow the whipped cream he had in his mouth, finally able to moan out in pleasure at your touch. God you were soooo fucking good at this. It was unreal. You’d been touching him for like .5 seconds and he was already ready to bust. 

He was hot and hard in your hand, causing you to shiver a bit at the thought of him inside you. No matter how many times you two were intimate, he always felt magical inside you. Each and every time.

“Hand me the whipped cream, Peter-“ you hummed, stroking over the tip, collecting the pre-cum there and spreading it over his length.

“Why?” Peter decided to question. He always questioned everything anyone ever did. He wasn’t the brightest in the bunch but was always curious.

“Jesus Pete can you just hand it to me? I’ll show you.” You had stopped stroking him to reach for the can, which he quickly handed over to you, eyebrows furrowed in a curious sort of confusion.

Soon enough, his confusion turned into shock as you carefully squirted a little bit of whipped cream onto the tip of his cock, causing him to jump. His cock twitched lightly, causing the whipped cream to wobble, nearly making you laugh.

Setting down the bottle, you took the base of Peter’s cock back into your hand to hold it steady as you leaned down, ready to clean the sweet cream from his cock.

“Woah wait are you being for real right now holy shit oh my goddddd-“ He got cut off with a whine of his own, watching with intensity as you licked the whipped cream off of him before suckling his tip into your mouth, the cream mixing with his own cream. 

“There’s- no fucking way this is actually h-happening right now holy shitttt” Peter gasped, hand coming up to run through his sweaty silver hair, pushing it back and off of his forehead as he watched your every move. Your eyes met his own as you suckled on the head of his cock, coaxing a moan from his throat as he swallowed hard, hips subconsciously shifting up to try and get more of the feeling.

“Fuck please- gotta give me more then that baby, feels so nice- god damn-“ he cursed, writhing against the bed as you took him deeper into your mouth until he hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag lightly.

Peter sighed heavily, stomach muscles tensing as he leaned down and gently caressed your hair, his big hands massaging your scalp as you bobbed your head on his dick.

Soon enough, Peter began to subtly vibrate, just like he always did when he was getting close to his release. Luckily enough for you, you’d learned that from experience and knew to pull away.

With one final kiss to the tip of his red, throbbing cock, you crawled your way back up to him, smiling softly as you kissed him. Sex with Peter was so hot and erotic, but in the same beat so soft and comforting. You felt so safe in his arms.

“So, is this living up to your expectations so far?” You asked against his lips, smiling softly as you leaned over him. 

“Better- god so much better-“ he shook his head, laughing softly as he pulled you into a kiss before flipping you over onto the bed, getting between your thighs as something popped into his mind. Another idea, but this time he wasn’t as shy in asking.

“Can I try out another fantasy of mine?” He asked, stroking his cock before he rubbed the tip against your clit, causing you to moan softly, arching your hips up against his. And in this kind of situation, how could you say no to anything he asked to try? It was simple. You couldn’t.

“W-what is it?” You asked, breath heavy as you bit your bottom lip between your teeth, looking down as he slid his cock between your folds, teasing you as he let his tip slip in before pulling back.

“Want to cum inside you. Fill you up. Be my little cream pastry.” 

He had such an awful way with his words, the sensual moment gone, replaced with a laugh from you as you grabbed his shoulders, pulling him down closer to you.

“That’s fine Peter, I’m on the pill but I- never call me your little cream pastry ever ever again.”

“Aww, really? I thought it was kinda hot..” he sighed, shaking his head as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“Definitely not, now get on with it, Quicksilver, I don’t have all day.” You pulled him closer, gripping onto his shoulders as he finally slipped inside of you, his arousal mixed with your own making it all too easy for him to slide in with zero resistance.

“Jesus Christ-“ he moaned out, gripping onto the bed on either side of your head tightly as he rocked into you, his heavy balls slapping against you with each thrust.

“F-fuck baby- fuck Peter so good to me, so good Quickie.” You moaned out, wrapping your legs around him as he sped up his thrusts. He could go fast. Freakishly fast, but he always waited for your word to go for it, not wanting to hurt you.

“You’re so good to me” Peter cooed as he thrust into you, his cock hitting spots so deep inside you it made you ache, pleasure mixed with a hint of pain. “Too good to me- letting me try out my kinks with you- so- so fucking nice to me.” He grunted, hair falling into his face as his breathing quickened. You knew neither of you were going to last long, too desperate for release.

“We’re  going to be so sticky, Peter.” You giggled, out of breath as you clawed at his shoulders. Each time he thrust into you the air got knocked out of your lungs. 

You could see that he was restraining himself. Holding back from how fast he really wanted to go. Poor thing, it was always such a struggle for him, trying to go the speed of the world when he just wanted to speed through everything.

“Peter-“ you spoke gently, carding your fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. He peeked up at you, eyebrows raised in curiosity.

“Y-yeah?” He panted out, burying his face into the crook of your neck, licking at the skin there as if you were his own personal candy.

“Faster baby, you know I can take it, I’ve taken it before.” You whispered against his ear, and it nearly had him cumming right then and there. Holy fuck, it was the conformation he needed, and he wasted absolutely no time at all. He braced his hands on the headboard, letting his fingers curl around the wood until his knuckles turned white.

He sped up in the blink of an eye, fucking you so fast and hard that it was bordering on painful. His groin slapped against your clit in such a way that caused you to moan out, the friction being just what you needed.

“There we go- fuck- such a good boy, such a fast boy” you moaned out, your words were punchy, each time he thrust back into you, you choked on a cry, holding onto his shoulders for dear life.

He reached down between the two of you, rubbing his thumb over your clit perfectly, and if that wasn’t enough, a subtle vibrating had erupted from Peter, not only was his thumb vibrating subtly, but his cock was as well, buzzing inside your warm, tight walls, making you choke out another ragged moan.

Peter was barreling towards the finish line, but he always needed to have you finish first. Not just because he was a gentleman, but because the spasms of your cunt around his cock when you released caused a much more intense, pleasurable orgasm for himself.

“Please cum for me baby, please need it so bad-“ he whined, his thrusts beginning to lose their rhythm. His bottom lip was bitten tightly between his teeth as he tried so hard to restrain himself from cumming.

It didn’t take much more for you to fall off the edge. The way his thumb was vibrating against your clit with just the right amount of please, the way his cock hit spots deep inside you that made you see stars. It was a recipe for the perfect orgasm if there ever was one. 

Your back arched as you clawed at his shoulders, burying your face against his chest as you came with a cry, your whole body shaking as pleasure coursed through each and every bone in your body. 

When he felt you clench around him, Peter was a goner. He gave a few more half hearted thrusts into you before he came deep inside your walls as you clenched around him, milking him for everything he had.

It was almost too much for Peter, the way your walls hugged him tightly, pulsing around his now sensitive cock. He stayed inside you for several more moments before pulling out, watching the trail of his cum that leaked out of you, and damn. If he hadn’t just came so hard, he’d be ready for round two. 

He collapsed next to you, looking over at you with a goofy smile. Hair all fucked up, chest heaving, pupils blown wide. He looked wild in the most beautiful way possible.

“That was-“ he panted, at a loss for words as he turned to face you, his hand reaching out to gently caress your side.

“That was the best sex we’ve ever had. Hands down.” He laughed softly, his breathing beginning to calm as he came down from his high. It was so intense, it took him much longer to recover than usual.

“We need to shower.” You grimaced, feeling the remnants of chocolate and whipped cream beginning to dry and become tacky.

“Babeeee- in a little bit, let me revel in how good this way-“ 

You shook your head, cupping his cheek as you placed a kiss to his lips, tasting the leftover chocolate as well as your own arousal. 

“We can have more fun in the shower. Only if you’re up for it though-“ you said, shrugging as you sat up. If he didn’t want to shower with you, you’d just do it by yourself.

“Hey! Wait!” Peter sat up with lightning speed, his abused cock giving a pathetic twitch of interest as he crawled across the bed to you, grabbing your hand. He had the most pathetic pout on his face you’d ever seen.

“Pleaseee? I’m coming! I’ll shower right now!” He said, standing up, picking you up with him before he sped off to the shower, setting you on the side of the tub as he got the water to the perfect temperature.

“Ready for round two?” He said, the biggest smirk ever set on his lips. Dear lord, you were in for a longgg night.

[spamlets-blog]

reigen arataka is audhd supreme actually, he’s like an autist who’s memorized every social cue and understands them on a THEORETICAL level but not really on a personal one, and then uses his adhd to fuel the energy required to actually put his knowledge together. this post was brought to you by the “i spent years learning how to interact in a normal way with other humans but honestly im mostly going off of a script in my head and when we go off script i either make jokes or freeze up” gang

[sugaringcozy]

Donghyuck/Haechan Natal Chart Reading - Part 1: Personality, Mind and Identity

Disclaimers: 

☁️ I will mainly be referring to Haechan as Donghyuck in this reading as I am referring to the actual person, not his stage persona. However, elements of his career/stage persona do come in and I may refer to him as Haechan then!

☁️ This natal chart reading is for entertainment purposes and this is just my perspective. Take this with a grain of salt.

☁️ My intention from this reading is just to understand Donghyuck better and appreciate the person he is, where any troubling topics come up I do not claim to know them as fact or wish to speculate.

Please do not copy my work and credit me if referencing!

Personality

Standout Traits: Intelligent, changeable, sensitive, intuitive, hardworking and creative.

🫧 Eighth house in Gemini - Starting off with this because it is a perfect summary of everything I’m about to cover. Donghyuck is a really magnetic person, a brilliant mind and naturally draws attention to himself.  However, he has many sides to him and is a complex, interesting person and much more sensitive than people realise.

♋️ As you can see, Donghyuck has a LOT of Gemini on his chart lol. As such, there is a lot of Gemini energy. His Gemini chart stellium and Ruler show how well he can fit in with different groups of people, he’s a master at ‘fitting in’ - and he understands exactly what the public are thinking and want from him.

🪩 However, while some people like this are natural chameleons, you will never forget when Donghyuck is present. He is a ‘life of the party’ type as we know… but has a tendency to shock or contradict the normal way of thinking. He is a natural contrarian and doesn't have a filter. Combined with his energy and ability to read others, he has a tendency to say things which are blunt or taboo because he enjoys winding people up and being a clown, haha. He’s incredibly intelligent in the way he does this, even when he does things like randomly trying to kiss the other members- he knows who to pick on and on some level has fun seeing them squirm.

🔥 Gemini Sun and Mars Conjunction - gifts him incredible will-power and passion. Hyuck’s warrior self and fighting spirit aligns with his gemini sun self, which is positive - he is fiery and brave, and this is what makes him SO competitive and ambitious.

💢 Scorpio Ascendant - Scorpios are seen as very mysterious and complex people, but they are actually incredibly honest and funny people. This makes sense for Donghyuck as he sometimes seems a little too honest with his thoughts lmao, but his Gemini self knows when to reign it in.

🧸 Something else which really stood out is how sensitive he is. I will get into this more a later on, but just having a Cancer Mercury (with his Gemini stellium emphasising Mercury traits anyway) AND Pluto in 1st House makes him very expressive, sensitive, and reactive. Hyuck is someone who has to try hard not to let his feelings show on his face, and he feels a lot.

🤹‍♂️ Leo Moon - At his core, Hyuck just loves to be creative and entertain others. He has a great sense of humour, but likes to tease and get on people’s nerves. This is his love language! BUT it also comes from a need to create fun for himself if there is no entertainment around him.  However, when he winds people up and gets into arguments he is forgiven just as easily. Leo Moons are very charismatic, lovable people!!

🦁 A fixed Moon makes him incredibly loyal, determined and hard-working - this is brought out even more by the Leo placement. He has incredible stamina at work.

🩹 His Leo Moon self can be a little uncareful, and he has a tendency to sulk when his pride is hurt. Hyuck will also have a tendency to be emotionally dramatic and really perform his feelings (no surprise to anyone lol). Pride is a big thing for Leos and this is both good and bad, he can be a little bossy, petty, and has to walk away from arguments when they are uncooperative because he can’t abandon his views. In terms of Hyuck as a person, having a Leo Moon in the 9th house is  wonderful. He is extremely intelligent, open-minded and able to read others very well.

🎭 People with a Leo Moon house placement are almost always naturally gifted with acting, dance or performance. A Leo Moon in general is the perfect placement for a life in the arts.

🏆 Aries in Donghyuck’s fifth house compliments his Leo moon perfectly - as a person, Hyuck is playful, athletic and competitive. Takes pleasure from perfectionism - wants to be the best, keep improving himself and be the first to do things. He has a youthful and boisterous - playful energy.

☁️ Uranus in Aquarius - Free-spirited, very unique personality. Creative and very intelligent. Intuitive and empathetic, but sometimes over-opinionated. Having Aquarius in Uranus (the house of change/innovation) suggests Donghyuck loves change and excitement - really fits with his other signs and placements. In fact, Donghyuck needs change and excitement in all areas of his life. Aquarius’ (myself included) are known for being lovably weird - we just do things which other people can't make sense of. I think this sign is quite fitting for Donghyuck because he definitely does some strange, hilarious and unexplainable things sometimes. It’s the embodiment of giving in to your impulses, and when combined with the flippant nature of his Gemini stellium it explains some of the crazy things he casually comes up with.

💫 Something which will keep coming up in this reading is just how forward-thinking Hyuck is. The Trine between Gemini Sun and Aquarius Uranus really demonstrates Hyuck does NOT like old-fashioned and stuffy views and is not afraid of taboos - which is a big deal in a deeply Confucian society like South Korea.

🪖 Jupiter Saturn Conjunction - Makes Donghyuck strong-willed, proud, brave and prosperous. Willing to work for his goals and has patience in achieving them - this is especially true in the context that he became a trainee as a child, with odds stacked against him and has worked his butt off to get where he is today. A mix of incredible luck, talent and being a profound hard-work.

🃏 Opposition between Jupiter and Ascendant/ ‘Jupiter Setting’ - Always very bold people with something quirky about them - usually a larger than life presence and good sense of humour - likes to play ‘the fool’.

🐂 Capricorn in the third house - Donghyuck has grown to be an incredibly resilient and resourceful adult. Very hardworking and will withstand pain to achieve what he wants - he understands sacrifice very well. Fits well with his Saturn in 6th House making him very dedicated and reliable.

🦚 Neptune in Aquarius means someone with a lot of unique inspiration who likes to be bold and daring. Hyuck is also genuinely compassionate and wants to fix problems for the sake of harmony - harmony is really important to him.

🎨 Moon and Neptune Opposition - Donghyuck’s imagination and creativity is really a gift - he will be able to come up with such unique concepts and authentic ideas if he can harness his imagination and his emotions properly.

🗣️ Mars in Gemini - A gemini speciality - king of debating!! Hyuck can and will debate anything, especially if bored or wanting to get his way… as we know lol

🌊 Trine between Venus and Uranus - Creative and experimental person, good with his hands and has very good fluidity of movement - I think this references his talent for dance and general creativity. Naturally talented with musical instruments too.

🫂 Going back to his sensitivity, this can be a very positive trait as it is also where he gets his empathy. Donghyuck’s empathy is something to be admired and he isn't given enough credit for it - he is actually very affected by seeing people hurt and feels a great deal of compassion for them, because he has the ability to truly feel others' feelings.

🎭 Virgo Midheaven - Virgos love to help people and to make things, I think Donghyuck would have always gone into a creative profession. He can struggle to express his true feelings verbally but he will always express his gratitude to fans through his performances and devotion to his craft. Knowing his music makes people happy during hard times will also be very touching for him, and it truly makes the hard days worthwhile. 

👀 Virgo Midheaven also shows him to be a lover of the taboo and unexpected - if all his friends got tattoos, he wouldn’t. If no one in kpop had a tattoo, he would be the first to get one. He’s just naturally a contrarian because he enjoys thinking for himself and making his own rules lmao (probably why he cheats in games too).

🌟🦂 Midheaven in Virgo - 10th House cusp, Scorpio Rising/Ascendant - Intense but captivating personality, you can’t look away from Donghyuck. Again, keeps his insecurities and deep emotional thoughts to himself despite being a very honest person. He will always express his feelings rather than say them outright, and he censors what he does share with everyone. Craves privacy, might be why he hates showing his tummy/bare skin to fans - Hyuck has set a boundary here that no one is allowed to cross - though the Virgo aspect could also show it also stems from a place of self-consciousness and doesn't want others to compare his body with his group mates.

👤✨ Pluto in Sagittarius - Hyuck understands his subconscious truth and has a sense of identity separate from societal expectations. Modern and open-minded views. Pluto being in the 1st house is interesting though, it shows this huge intensity in his personality and makes him crave authenticity. I think this really fits him, he’s both intense and thoughtful, bold and responsible.

Section 2: Mind & Emotions

♊️ Typical to Gemini nature Hyuck is restless and he has such a busy mind. This is supported by his Sun in 7th house too - the inside of his mind must be a very loud place, and all this energy inside him tends to spill out as hyperactivity.

☀️✨ Gemini Stellium - There is a sense of alienation Donghyuck feels often, both in life experiences and in personality. He feels judged for being honest, and his Gemini Sun in 7th House alludes that he gets along with many people but truly ‘clicks’ with few. This Gemini Sun in 7th House can become negative if he is not surrounded by encouragement and stable relationships (however, he is). It is heightened by his Gemini Sun-Venus conjunction in 11th house, opposite a Sagittarius Pluto-Chiron conjunction in 4th house which will make him place a huge amount of importance on whether he is socially accepted and loved. It gives him an edge of determination as an idol, to become ‘the best’, ‘the most loved’, BUT he will also have felt very depressed about himself at times and comments about his appearance as a kid will have really stuck with him. His self-esteem is lower than it seems at first, though he is confident in himself.

⚖️🙇🏻‍♂️ Neptune in Aquarius - this is a fixed sign so again Donghyuck is very fixed in his values although his mind and interests change often. Can sometimes feel a bit alien or like he has a hard time understanding others people who are superficial or conformist. These natives tend to be deep thinkers underneath their flashy exteriors and Donghyuck probably thinks a lot about the deeper stuff and issues he cannot find answers to. Might be why he finds religion grounding and helpful (will go into that in Identity). Again very stubborn in his ideas, but his mind will change so quickly (esp. with all his water signs) that he can suddenly lose interest in arguing his case!! ❤️‍🩹 Along with his Neptune in third House - Hyuck is a beacon of strength in himself but to really flourish and be happy he needs supportive friends around him and to hear encouragement.

🌑⚔️ Leo Moon - Again a duality here where Hyuck is intensely self-critical, never thinking he has done enough or being satisfied with his performances, but is very prideful about his opinions and his singing and dancing talents. Moon in the 9th house can show insecurity about emotional vulnerability and suggests Donghyuck copes with this by acting out his emotions. By making everything a big performance, he doesn't have to verbalise topics which are hard to talk about. He also does this to avoid rejection, because as mentioned, he can feel misunderstood and judged, living in a superficial society.

🔮☁️ Leo Moon and Sagittarius Pluto Trine - Donghyuck’s intuition and gut feelings can be really strong when not clouded by fear, so much that he could even be psychic. Has a lot of psychic protection, maybe from his ancestors.

💢🔥 Gemini Mars - Makes Donghyuck especially fiery in anger - he can have a temper and I see him as the type to get really mad, and then get over it quickly because Geminis are so changeable lol. However, the Gemini Sun and Mars conjunction can also show Hyuck can be consumed by his feelings - definitely the type to rant, to argue or yell into his pillow - definitely swears a lot off camera. If really provoked, Hyuck has the potential to say things in the heat of the moment which are cruel; forgetting his humility. But due to his empathetic nature, Donghyuck will then genuinely feel terrible about it once he calms down. Combined with self-criticism/self-doubt, he is likely to suffer from anxiety without grounding and support from loved ones. For Hyuck, Mars is in the 7th house which is interesting as Mars is in the natural house of Venus, its polar opposite. What this means is Donghyuck has an incredible ability to channel his anger/frustrations into creativity if he doesn't let himself wallow in it.

🌪️ Mercury in Cancer - A deep thinker with a lot of mental energy and a VERY good memory. The inside of his mind is very loud though lol. Like many water signs, Hyuck is emotionally changeable and can experience overwhelming feelings which he moves on from just as quickly. In the eighth house it gives Hyuck a very busy mind, especially with the emotionality of Cancer so Hyuck likely has problems switching his mind off. People with this placement often have insomnia or vivid dreams (I think he has spoken about insomnia before?)

🧠⚡️ Uranus in Third House - Really rapid thinker, genius ideas just come to Haechan and he notices patterns easily. This is probably what gives him that scheming edge whenever he plays a game. Needs intellectual stimulation all the time & will have a wide range of hobbies (with his Gemini stellium I think his hobbies probably change often too) and a short attention span. In a lot of ways having such a busy and varied job as an idol really suits him. Donghyuck also has a very restless mind and thinks a lot. Again, puts a lot of value on his own ideas and beliefs which he has gained through challenging rules and authority. Hyuck knows he is different from most people and it can heighten a sense of ‘not-belonging’- but this isn’t necessarily negative and he is confident in his mind.

☔️ Trine between Venus and Uranus - Must be encouraged to share his deeper thoughts and feelings - again this could be his issue with being emotionally vulnerable. Hyuck is the type to try to demonstrate how he is feeling without having to tell you.

🥊 Square between Jupiter and Uranus - Some restlessness and anxiety can occur with this placement. Donghyuck has a strong urge to break free of tradition and to be free of ordinary routine - in this sense I think being an idol is actually an excellent career for him, as long as he doesn’t beat himself up over mistakes. Also makes Donghyuck a natural thrill-seeker and risk-taker. People with this placement tend to have very modern and open-minded views and a bold sense of humour.

💡 Opposition between Jupiter and Ascendant/’Jupiter Setting’ - A slightly negative aspect - Hyuck can fail to really consider the opinions of others because he places a very high value on his own beliefs/ideas, which could cause friction in relationships. Seeing how much Haechan has grown up over the years though, learning to be quiet and letting others believe what they want - I think he has an awareness of this behaviour and is trying to grow from it. For the most part it is something people just grow out of with maturity and experience 🫶

🌑🩹 Lilith in Capricorn - Lilith is where we hide our taboo sides, our trauma, shame, insecurities and hidden desires from the world. I read Haechan as a perfectionist (Capricorn) who is unable to ever feel fully satisfied with his success and performance. He is an insane workaholic as we know, but he nevers feels he has done well enough. There is also a part of him which is cynical or a little icy, as a result of trauma and disappointments in his life. Can be afraid of showing his delicate emotional side to people (goes back to the ‘funny loud guy’ personality.) At times (off camera, as Lilith is a hidden side) Haechan probably comes across as quite serious or somber. You definitely see this more as he has gotten older. However, Hyuck also has an extraordinary stamina and resilience when it comes to times of hardship and conflict.

🖤🔒 Eighth house in Gemini - His privacy is something that bothers him. He wrestles with himself over what fans should and shouldn't know about him/his life. As an idol he likely also feels he cant fully be who he is inside, so there is a conscious mask - he loves to push boundaries but knows not to push too far, so he moderates what he shows of himself even around the members. There are things even they don't know about him.  Along with his Scorpio Ascendant, Donghyuck feels a need to control what people see of him. A good example is his ‘customer service’/on-camera voice, which is a purposeful decision as he knows fans like Haechan to be cute. However it is also so that he can keep some of his identity private and put a boundary between Haechan and Donghyuck.

🌀Twelfth house in Scorpio - Donghyuck is good at burying his feelings and his secrets, which is unfortunate because then he has to carry the burden of them by himself. Donghyuck hates to talk about the low points of his past, his insecurities, fears and failures and this means he works through his issues in private, not wanting anyone to know. This can mean he suffers in silence, and that he needs to learn to process his feelings and let others in. This house can indicate someone who is almost unaware of their own psychological suffering or resists being vulnerable. I don't want to say I am worried about him - there is much positivity in his chart too, but I’m glad he has a supportive circle around him in NCT and I’m sure his family are the same.

Section 3: Identity & Appearance

👑 Gemini is associated with Mercury, the androgynous planet, so having a Gemini Sun and Venus will mean Hyuck doesn’t feel the need to play into masculinity the way some male idols do - he is happy being seen as cute, having long hair and doesn’t look for validation in his masculinity the way a lot of men do. King shit!! It also means he appears to have some typically feminine qualities; big doe eyes, plush lips, plush thighs, a pretty vocal tone etc.

❓ With a Gemini Sun in 7th House, Donghyuck really struggles to find a sense of identity separate from what he is to others - his self-worth and identity is dependent on how others see him, quite likely because becoming an idol at such a young age has really restricted his social development and sense of personal identity. They say becoming famous as a kid is a type of trauma and so I imagine he has felt stuck - with his understanding of himself, and therefore most of what he knows about himself is related to how others see him. I imagine he enjoys trying new things to find out if he likes them, to learn more about himself as a person.

💫✨ Gemini Sun and Aquarius Uranus Trine - Hyuck is naturally very intuitive and in tune with the universe. In turn this makes him empathetic and able to really feel others' pain. This also means he probably dreams very vividly and has strong gut feelings. Because of this, he may be drawn to find answers to the unexplainable through religion or spirituality. This trine also shows an absolute hatred for routine - no matter how his life played out, Hyuck would need a varied and busy job. 

👣 Square between Aquarius Uranus &  Scorpio Ascendant - Haechan is the epitome of a self-made person, but I think he is conscious that he did not have a conventional upbringing/teenage period and this placement brings up the lack of self-identity and experiences that other people his age have.

🎙️ Uranus in Third House - Usually these natives have a distinctive voice - for Haechan and his angelic vocals this is absolutely true. Also a really witty, expressive communicator.

🪐 Jupiter in Taurus - makes him broad-shouldered and attractive. Again shows an innate respect for religion/spirituality/deeper meaning - interesting bc as we know he seems to be exploring his faith and enjoys praying before performing. A Jupiter in Taurus native also has a tendency to indulge in his pleasures, but with his financial prosperity this shouldn't be an issue.

🔮 Cancer Mercury in Eighth House - Donghyuck feels there must be a greater purpose to everything, and has a great hunger to learn the complexities of life and things we cannot understand through religion or the supernatural. This tracks well because I know he has been seen praying before concerts and Mark bought him a bible - so I assume faith is something they talk about together.

⚔️ Opposition between Mercury and Lilith - Quite a hard placement, finds it hard to understand himself and there is a continuing theme of an inner conflict.

🎯 Mars & Uranus Trine means natural charisma is attractive and feels exhilarating to others - he’s bold and exciting and outrageous. It adds to his natural  competitiveness. 

🏴‍☠️  Aquarius Uranus in 3rd house - Hyuck has a rebellious streak and a dislike for authority and strictness. This tells us the way Donghyuck sees the world - he sees social norms as boring and is distrustful of authority- he knows that someone in a higher position doesn’t automatically know better. He is also absolutely the type to HATE rich assholes & chaebols who act as if they are better than others. 

⚔️📝 Square between Saturn and Uranus - Describes some inner tension or unrest which gives a huge amount of creative energy and boldness. Combined with his other placements, I think this speaks of the conflict between Donghyuck and Haechan. Donghyuck is not a confident person, so being Haechan on camera/stage allows him to become everything he needs as an idol - the unrest inside him creates a huge amount of creativity and boldness through his Haechan persona.

💸 Moon Sextile Venus - This placement attracts popularity, comfort and wealth. Can be a little over-indulgent in things he enjoys, like food, games and presents for loved ones.

Also such a cute placement, basically meaning Hyuck is naturally a very lovable, soft and endearing nature. People naturally want to take care of him. But, people with this placement are usually so good at being adorable that they can simply rely on this to get their way, so has a tendency to manipulate others with his cuteness.

💅 Venus in the 7th house also means Hyuck is naturally attractive and charming without needing to try. Along with his Venus & Mars Conjunction, Hyuck has what is referred to as a magnetic appeal. People are just drawn to him, and he would be a fascinating and attractive person in any career. Masculine Mars & feminine Venus conjunction is also interesting, I choose to see it as a balance of these energies within himself. Hyuck is confident in his masculinity!!

😷 Square between Jupiter and Uranus - this is a slightly negative aspect. I think Donghyuck feels very conscious of the ways he has to moderate himself to be acceptable in a superficial and judgmental society. If Haechan wasn’t an idol I think he would live an unusual lifestyle in some way and not pay much attention to Korean social norms. However, we know what other people think really matters to him, so I believe this adds to this feeling of 'I can't show this normal part of me to the public'.

🩶 Chiron in Sagittarius 1st House in Retrograde - Suggests there is a disconnect with who Donghyuck is at his core and how he fits into the world. Again goes with this theme of a lack of self-identity or knowing things about himself and life for certain. I have this too but not in retrograde (I was also born in 2000) and the best way I can describe it is just feeling… lost. It is hard to understand this crazy world enough to be confident in the path you’re walking - in 1st house especially you can feel very new to the world. It also means it’s a sign of finding purpose in this lifetime, not just physically but spiritually. This is a large part of his journey to overcome, and it will get easier for him.

🌟 Venus is a powerful planet in Donghyuck’s chart so it suggests he is in control of his actions (even if he cannot control his feelings). This is really positive and attracts wealth, respect and fame. A really good placement for a famous person.

Section 4: Health

Venus in 7th House - Vulnerable to back problems. 💢

People with Saturn in 6th House tend to be obsessive workaholics. However, they have a tendency to be overworked for long periods which is good for nobody’s health and likely adds to the emotional exhaustion mentioned in Donghyuck's other placements. Health issues can occur due to stress (which would mean high blood pressure, fainting, heart problems etc.)

Sixth house in Taurus speaks of physical exertion - it is suggesting Donghyuck is overdoing himself physically and changes will have to come in the future as it will continue to impact his health.

Honestly I don't think Hyuck has a predisposition to heart issues, I think his illness occurred because he is so overworked and hasn’t treated himself with a lot of compassion 🙁 The good news is he seems to be doing better now, and this kindness for himself will grow with age. I will touch on this later but he will go through a huge emotional transformation in the next couple of years + will really come into his own. 🤍

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At the Heart of the Aether :: Starborne Physiology and their Related Species

(DISCLAIMER all of this is based on my personal headcanons, worldbuilding and interpretation of the OSMP canon. If you disagree, that's totally fine just don't be rude about it! Thanks <3)

Greetings traveler, and welcome back to the Galactic Aether. I am known to outsiders only as the Historian, and I am here to be your humble guide to the fantastical, mysterious and volatile beings that make up this realm we here call home.

So hold tight, open your minds and prepare to take the leap of faith.

The Mystical Realm of the Star

Of the beings which inhabit this wonderful vast galactic skyspace, those whom you'll will run into the most are those who call themselves starborne. While not the most powerful beings, they are a race of technologically advanced, mystical and magical folk who are unlike anyone you'll ever meet on the three constant planes of reality.

Born from the core of stars, these are creatures made up of light, nebulous matter and various other material that lie within the Aether. When a starborne is brought into existence, a fragment from a central star (which can be of any shape and size, though its power level can potentially have an effect on the nature of the starborne) is forged into a crystalline core. The core itself is imbued with a magic that emits a gravitational field that when a starbornes forms (or reforms following a temporary death) it allows them to hold all of that star-nebulaness tightly together in a solid, human-like organic form.

For the most common type of starborne, known in common as Nebulai, these folk tend to present as humanoids, their bodies partly skin, the other visible star matter. It is thought that the more stable a starborne is, the neater the spots of galaxy will present on them. These 'star spots' are considered the sources of our magic and power, as if we do need to attack, the star energy will be drawn from these areas (typically hands and arms)

The colors of a Nebulai are not necessarily dependent on anything in particular aside from familial ties, though it has been believed that a starborne's color can be reflective of one's personality, sense of self or even a show of status. The only exception to this rule is of course, the red coloration of the crown royals, as only our King Dianite and his son, Prince Jordan Sparklez will ever be that color. If one ever finds another starborne who's particle color matches that of the prince, it may be a sign we aren't in the right place anymore.

While a complete change in color is not feasible at this point in time, things such as heightened emotional state, the use of great volumes of magic and low health levels can affect a starborne's glow- causing the stars and star spots to glow brighter, minor hue shifts, and the glimmer of one's overall self to either increase or decrease.

As aforementioned, starbornes will supernova in a type of temporary death- perhaps just from a playful scuffle with friends, or being felled by a enemy in hand-to-hand combat. At these points when all "health points" have been depleted, as long as their core remains intact and undamaged, they are able to reform themselves back into their normal form. For some, it takes a while to realign parts of themselves back together properly, but most are able to do so in a fairly short manner.

For those who do become damaged, this can present in multiple ways.

If a core has been simply cracked, this means that the starborne will just not be able to form back into a completely solid state. Perhaps limbs are missing or added, nebulous matter remains loose on someone's face or depending on the severity, the starborne is unable to reform as completely humanoid anymore (such as cometbornes). Attempts have been made to repair cores before, but without access to that raw magic that formed the fragment in the first place, it is difficult to restore it to its original state. Oftentimes instead, accommodations are made to allow a starborne to exist in their new form.

However, in the case of shatter, or complete destabilization- a starborne would not be able to reform. Known also as involuntary starborne permadeath (as starbornes can eventually die naturally once their core has fizzed out after millennia of existence), this can occur when a core is manually broken completely following a supernova, or via a practice that came into existence during the reigns of King Botan (Dianite's father) and King Ullskae- an executional practice which involved being able to manipulate and realign the gravitational field until the core essentially became a black hole and imploded in on itself.

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I did not mean to scare you. I promise you can rest assured those means of violence have been left in the past and are no longer commonplace within our kingdom. I cannot speak for those who exist outside Dianite's domain, but I have full confidence that those distant relatives of us Nebulai are just as peaceful as we are.

Shall we meet them?

Vhidheans and Moonbornes

Out in the distance (or even just our throne room, as Queen Khailani hails from here) we find the Vhidheans, a subspecies of starborne from the lunar planet system of Vhidhea. Formerly a kingdom under King Ullskae, Vhidhea is known for being most akin to the overworld in terms of terrain, its lands covered in soaring cliffsides, bodies of water and entrancing glowing foliage.

While Vhidheans are made of nebulous matter just as nebulai are, instead of appearing as cloud-like galaxies, Vhidhean's star spots and are luminous and gelatinous, think like that of jellyfish (some even do have strands that resemble tentacles). This is thought to be attributed to the oceanic surface of their planet, that they adapted these traits to allow them to traverse through the swamps and wetlands much easier.

Vhidheans also have a power not carried by Nebulai- the ability to manipulate gravitational forces of the terrain beneath and around them. Just like the moon can on the Overworld, the more powerful Vhidheans such as the royals and Ullskae's knights (such as the family of the ship engineer Ethosablorian) have a type of control over the movements of tides and bodies of water, and can (with limitations) reshape landscapes.

As one might assume, the gravitational powers of this skillset did have heavy applications during the Vhidhean Catalyst (a civil war which had broken out at the end of Ullskae's reign), the event directly responsible for Moonbornes, a term used to describe Vhidheans who became corrupted by the late King Anphidhea. When he realigned the cores of those unfaithful to his reign but kept them alive to use as soldiers, he created a subspecies of starborne who were unstable from the start, and passed said traits down generations, as if their cores were not fully imbued with the magic of the sun, but if born under a solar eclipse. Moonbornes by nature take damage more easily, can fall to supernova quicker and take a little longer to reform post-temp death. It's fortunately not all bad, as they make up for it in being able to manipulate their form more easily, and are generally more agile and dexterous than both Nebulai and Vhidheans.

The Magic of Sunbornes

As there is a moon, there is a sun, and the most elevated form of this magic is present in Sunbornes. Typically born from a solar flare (and not always to a family) sunbornes are considered one of the most powerful subspecies of starborne, as while most can just manipulate things around them or create star matter from within, sunbornes possess the ability to create material from the particles of the Aether void itself.

Glowing with the luminescence of a central star itself, sunbornes physically resemble the humanoid form of a Nebulai, but tend to be covered in more star spots than what is average. Drawing from the energy in and around them, their cores allow them to form amounts of magic and material from seemingly nothing, making them useful for construction and the creation of new types of matter.

The remainder of their magic not being channeled through their bodies is typically stored in cerulean beads worn on their person at all times, and if stolen, can be used by any other Aether being (though it is highly warned against) or the sunborne themself if weakened in combat not near a central star to recharge from.

Few in number due to the rarity of the solar event that leads to their birth, most of the known sunbornes (James Waglington, Bhokhouro Doublino "Bdubs" and Martha most notably) have harnessed their star-sun magic to become known as "starwizards" of their respective homelands, using their building, sorcery and mystical powers to assist in the advancement and improvement of their companions lives, regardless of how sunbornes have historically been exploited by those with less than kind intention.

The Core of the Fyerian

Sunbornes are not the only subspecies of the Aether to have earned the title of Wizard, as creative magic also comes in the form of Fyerians, a perplexing but powerful race of builders arriving from beyond the outer wilds of the Aether who possessed the ability to manipulate the state of reality and space matter, also powered by their cores.

While most starborne's cores are an internal structure, a Fyerian's core- a heavily encased crystalline star growth that appears somewhere on their torso- is typically visible, radiating with an bioluminescence that puts some stars to shame. When their powers are activated, this white light tends to move through their body in veins like ley lines, channeling their magic into their fingertips and eyes. It is not known what would happen if a Fyerian's core were to be damaged cracked, but I don't believe any I've come into contact with would be willing to experiment with that.

Like Sunbornes, Fyerians have a tendency to lean towards an affinity to putting their magics into construction and building. The Fyurek crew of Matt, Phil and K. Tom coming to work for Lord Mianite for example, being the creative force behind the most iconic architecture of the royal castle itself, converted entirely from rubble and debris lying on the palace ground. Or Joel Beans, who works hand in with the sunborne Bdubs to create the picturesque marvels of Hermitopia. Their core magic also allows them to duplicate pre-existing materials, move parts of already constructed structures and shift the chemical makeup, giving them some degree of ability to create new resources as sunbornes are able to.

Beings of Galactic Dimensional Origin

Turning our gaze even further into the vastness of the Aether, one thing that we will come to learn is that not all beings of our galactic home are variants of the nebulai starborne, but rather start to become reminiscent of the folk who inhabit our dimensional neighbors of the Overworld, Nether and End, just a bit more starry than their land-dwelling cousins.

Moreso present in places like Hermitopia, or the merchant planet of Katsir, some have been led to believe these 'galactic' variants of other origins came about when avians or blazebornes travelled to the Aether and got together with starbornes and created these hybrid species. Whereas the other school of thought (as the one I personally believe in) is that these starfolk have always existed in the Aether, as when encountering geniune hybrids versus galactic beings, I have found them to be incredibly physiologically distinct from one another.

Some of the most notable starfolk I've had the pleasure of meeting (but absolutely not limited to) are as follows:

Galactic Avians, or avians composed of nebulous material. Famed marksman, The Canary, known by his friends as Jimmy "Solidarity" Aequodarity is one of such beings, his appearance reminiscent of the birdfolk of the Overworld, but where he would have feathers, his various wing sets sparkle like a galaxy, his arms and his arms are lined with glimmering, soft gold feather-like tufts of star matter. Atop his head sits two antennae, also of that feather material, which is used like a magnetic detection compass of sorts, allowing him to detect obstacles and rapid changes in movement from a distance. He claims to that its not accurate as he makes it seem, but allegedly Grian of Hermitopia or Prince Andor of Dagrun would heavily dispute these claims due to their historical uses of such powers at moments of heavy significance.

A fascinating element is found in the likes of Galactic Blazebornes, an Aether species moreso of the archaic past (again contributing to the theory they've always been here before interdimensional travel existed) but nonetheless still remain in existence today- specifically one ship engineer by the name of Tango Tekki. Unlike the star-flaked more human-like hair of Nebulai or the floating volume of jelly-hair of Vhidheans, Tekki's hair is made up of a very rare and sought after material matter known simply as "space fire", the flickering wisp atop his head also surrounded by sparkling orange bars emitting a distinct heat. Compared to its overworld counterparts of fire and lava, space fire as a plasma has the potential to burn up to 50x as hot, being used historically to create unbreakable bindings between metals and other materials used in the construction of weaponry. He promised me that he tends to keep coolheaded most of the time, and that he poses no active threat, but I wouldn't take my chances in seeing what it felt like.

Finally, I had the pleasure of meeting Lord Bellinite, a relative to our royal court- an antlered galactic being who insists there are no overworld or nether counterparts to his race. Much like Fyerians, glowing patterns are engraved along its length like, galactic magic incandescing with an eerie maroon color. The eyes behind his skull mask are quick moving, darting about at a speed unlike any other starborne I've seen before, and at some point it reveals to me that he was gaining insight on my thoughts I had left unspoken. It is possible these types of Aether folk can read minds, but would not confirm nor deny my inquisition. I have heard tell of one mercenary known only as Gemini who is of the same subspecies, and perhaps if I ever do encounter her in the future I could gain even further insight into what other mystical powers these beings possess. Rumor has it she spends a lot of time around a very apt galactic avian-moth hybrid by the name of Pearl..

Call of the Sinnochaits

Of the many other galactic origins I have encountered, there lies an enigma in the Sinnochaits. Easily blending in with Nebulai aside from the furry nebulous ears and tails, these starfolk are perhaps the only galactic variant who don't directly resemble any one particular overworld being, as they seem to fall at a peculiar middle ground of two.

Ears and tails made of a subdued form of space fire (but still able to reach temperatures comparable to that of galactic blazebornes), they possess an agility and nimbleness like that of felines, while having the cunning and dexterity of wolves, making them both incredible warriors and tradesfolk. Their hands remain a major star spot just like their starborne counterparts, but in interacting with royal architect Sonja Fhierfach (with her permission), you will find she has callous-like pads on her fingertips and palms giving her a greater grip strength and the ability to handle materials in temperature and stability beyond the capabilities of a typical Nebulai.

Most Sinnochait originate from Dagrun, a planet of our sister kingdom of Ruxomar, according to most historical records. I believe this suggests that potentially due to the nature of Dagrun, this was another case of ancestral Nebulai adapting to the flatter, stonier terrain of the sea port planet, covered in the Aether equivalent to limestone and jagged cliffsides.

Angels, Asteroids and those who walk the Void

As I had mentioned before, not all Aether beings have a core of some sort, or are made up of star or galactic matter (even if they might still sparkle). One such example of this are the Angels.

Mythical overseers of the Aether beyond the power of the royal court, angels act as patrons and guardians, facilitating travel through dimensions and within the Aether, and providing assistance to those who have lost their way. They typically appear as glowing winged beings surrounded by eyes around their head, allowing them to detect movement multidirectional and incredibly far in the distance without the need for further magic. Angels also possess varied healing abilities to use in the case of a stranded or abandoned Aether folk, such as when the angel "Skizz" imbued starmagic into an imp that been shot into the outer wilds from the nether. An experiment had gone wrong, and the angel was able to save his life by turning him into a hybrid starborne, just without any of the associated powers.

There of course are also the stony asteroidbornes, and their corrupted/damaged counterparts, the cometbornes, damaged at the hands of NVIDIAN soldiers in wars past as Vhidheans who became moonbornes did. Much like a starborne, asteroidbornes are composed of a central core that emits a gravitational field, holding the mass of rock, flesh and bone that makes up their visible forms together. However, instead of star spots, asteroidbornes have patches of ice-dust matter in between the stone that become exposed when they are damaged in combat. This is what causes them to be dubbed cometbornes when they enter their corrupted form, as the matter will then flow off their bodies in haunting but sometimes beautiful wisps.

Native to the sparse settlements of the outer wilds are the Voidwalkers, charming beings resembling both starborne and mythical. From gorgons to chimeras and satyrs, the voidwalkers are typically less human in appearance, but consistently share traits with starborne such as having star spots on their skin and having constellations in their hair. However, as the name suggests, voidwalkers possess no central core, but instead are have Aether void running through their blood, giving them an affinity to the space around them, allowing them to fly at great speeds and hover in the air for great lengths regardless of the gravity of the planet they are on. This has led them to be drawn to becoming the explorers and adventurers of the Aether, traversing via specially designed vessel into places often unseen by most starborne in their lifetime and bringing back information that is quite valuable to folks across the Aether.

Not to be mistaken for voidwalkers are the Voidbornes, perhaps one of the most volatile and mysterious of the Aether beings. Composed of pure Aether void, the voidbornes are thought to be one of the first species to inhabit this dimension, for as they come from the void, they too return to it in the end. Less human in appearance, and capable of manipulating shadow, removing all light from a space through a conjuring of infallible darkness, a strategy used quite often during the Nvidian Uprising of Ruxomar's past. As assumed, Voidbornes emit no visible light or possess any particles, but do leave behind a small remnant of void-like darkness wherever they traverse. Some modern day voidbornes retain their ancestral position as guards for the royals or their respective employers, while others have taken to becoming resource scrappers and merchants on Katsir, such as the bubbly half-Voidborne, coowner of Deals with Destiny- Elodie "Lizzie" A. Beans. An establishment known for being in possession of some of the rarest finds across the Aether, many customers attribute the refinedness to Lizzie's ability to sneak in and out of abandoned or forbidden areas often undetected.

Beyond the Darkness

It would be senseless of me not to admit that while the long held belief among our peoples is that we are a peaceful race amongst one another save for minor disputes in this post-war era, there are still in fact very very dangerous beings out there in the far reaches of the galactic Aether taking form as the infamous DMCA. Galactic beings and undead starborne with enhanced abilities and sharper dexterities, these mercenaries have a reputation of refusing to fight fair. Armed with NVIDIAN blades capable of destabilizing and shattering a core in one fell swoop, they exist for one purpose and one purpose only- to end the starborne kingdom of Dianite once and for all.

For they bow to a voice in the shadows beyond where even the bravest Voidwalker dare tread. A starborne so corrupted he glitches in and out of existence. A sickening lime glow comes from the razor-edged blades that make up his armor and voltaic hair, haunting eyes peeking out from behind his jagged mask. His hands are sharpened into merciless claws, the only human thing about him remaining, the wispy olive-grey beard that cascades off his chin.

Despite what the royals want you to believe, and that historically we know the malevolent king of Vhidhea was locked into a pocket dimension centuries ago, there is a part of me that is certain he's escaped. I cannot be alone in sensing King Anphidhea, now freed maybe by stolen sunborne magic or something of even greater power is lurking darkest parts of the Aether, plotting, waiting.

Whether we like it or not, he will return, and I hope the court will be ready. Prince Jordan has been missing for quite some time now, and his treasured royal guardsman has now also disappeared. I have heard tell Hermitopia has also suffered some losses.

.....

Apologies, it is time for me to leave you now. I do hope you have enjoyed learning about what secrets the Aether hides and the wonderous folk who inhabit it, because I have certainly enjoyed this time we have spent together. As the Historian of the Galactic Aether, it is my job simply to teach, to inform of what was, what is and potentially what could be.

I can only hope you take what you have learned here to tread with caution as you continue to explore this vast dimension. Discover what you can, learn what you need to.

Don't go prying where you shouldn't unless you are one hundred percent you will make it out alive.

Safe travels, my friend.

[ TRANSMISSION END ].

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Animage January 2024 Issue Kamen Rider THE WINTER MOVIE: Gotchard & Geats Gotchard Main Cast Interviews (translations below)

Publication: December 8, 2023

Clear it! The strongest Chemy catching game!!

In order to seal the 101 Chemies released into this world onto cards, Houtarou Ichinose (Kamen Rider Gotchard) searches for Chemies every day with his friends from the Alchemy Academy. One day, he meets Ace Ukiyo (Kamen Rider Geats) fighting against some Jyamato monsters. Behind the scenes is Chemy X Wizard, a level number 10 supreme wizard.

Kamen Rider's Winter film will be released again this year, featuring a dream collaboration of Kamen Riders from different series. The main highlight includes Houtarou and other Gotchard members, and Ace and other Geats members being divided into teams to take on the ultimate Chemy catching game. It's the unique charm of this work that features the familiar search for Chemies from Gotchard, and the characteristics of Geats, where Kamen Riders do challenging games, which have been "combined!" The dialogue between the characters of Gotchard and Geats that you can't normally see on TV is a must see!

The presence of Geats Chemy, who looks exactly like Kamen Rider Geats, is also a point of interest. Centering around X Wizard and Geats Chemy, the drama between humans and Chemies, which is the real appeal of Gotchard, is depicted on a scale that only a film can provide. What will the encounter with the new Chemy and Ace and his group bring to Houtarou and his friends?

Junsei Motojima (Houtarou) x Reiyo Matsumoto (Rinne) Fujibayashi Yasunari (Spanner) x Abe Oto (Renge) Rikiya Tomizono (Sabimaru) x Kumaki Rikuto (Minato)

"Double" the expected chemistry!

-Is Spanner, a mood maker, the complete opposite of the person playing the role?-

"The first quarter has passed since the broadcast started, what has the response been?"

Motojima: I feel that the number of messages of support have gradually increased. At talk events, there were those who would say to me, "I'm cheering for you," and those who brought support fans (uchiwa), and I think I'm starting to actually realize it myself. It makes me incredibly happy.

Matsumoto: I have the feeling that I'm gradually getting used to being on set. I'm now trying to expand my range of acting by taking on new challenges every day, and reviewing my own performance to see how I can improve it.

Fujibayashi: As the story progresses, there'll be more scenes that delve deeper into each character's individuality. My desire to see the stories we've filmed, including this film, as soon as possible has become stronger since the broadcast started.

Abe: Up until now, I haven't appeared regularly in dramas, so I was really happy, and when I heard a kid next to me on the train talking about Gotchard, I thought, "What a great response!"

Fujibayashi: Did they realize that you were Renge?

Abe: I don't think they noticed (laughs). I'll do my best to get them to notice!

Tomizono: At first, when I played the role I thought, "Who is Sabimaru…" But, as he interacts with Houtarou and the others, I gradually felt that I was building up my own image of Sabimaru's character. I'd like to carefully build up Sabimaru's growth in the future, and I want to do my best to make tablets more popular (laughs).

Kumaki: It seems that there are events at kindergartens and other places where they hand out Gotchard cards, and my friends send me pictures of their children receiving the cards. When I see this, I realize that I'm creating these children's dreams, and that joy is my driving force.

"For the photo shoot, we got the impression that Fujibayashi-san was at the center, and that everyone else had a relaxed mood, but is Fujibayashi-san also "in charge" of things on set?"

Fujibayashi: No, I don't think that's the case.

Tomizono: He's got so much energy, and I feel like he raises everyone's spirits.

Abe: That's for sure!

Motojima: Even when we greet each other at 5 a.m., I can't believe how energetic he is.

Kumaki: It's so early in the morning that everyone else isn't fully awake yet.

Fujibayashi: Lately, I've been paying attention to everyone's mood and greeting them in a calmer manner.

Everyone: (laughs).

Kumaki: You've become an adult, huh?

Fujibayashi: I've become an adult (laughs).

Motojima: But, when we're filming early in the morning, having Yasu-kun (Fujibayashi) around makes me feel more energetic.

-Appearing together with Geats, filming was peaceful from start to finish-

"In this work, Houtarou and his friends split into teams together with the members of Kamen Rider Geats to take on the ultimate Chemy catching game."

Motojima: It's interesting that we're teamed up with those who have similar personalities. Houtarou and Tycoon, Rinne and Geats, Spanner and Buffa. I think that because of our similarities, we can relate to each other, and there's some good "chemical reactions."

Matsumoto: I've been working with Kan Hideyoshi-san for a long time, and I was trying to take in things from Kan-san's acting that I could apply to Rinne. Also, Houtarou falling into a trap so fast was so funny, that I laughed during the test takes (laugh).

Motojima: When I read the script, I thought to myself, "That's just like Houtarou….." (laughs). I thought it was charming because he has a childlike quality that's different from the Houtarou in the TV show.

Abe: When we were filming, I remember that it was very windy (laughs).

Tomizono: The sandy beach scene of our capture game was the first scene filmed of the movie. The wind was strong and it was raining quite abit. Furthermore, Na-Go Chemy gets covered in seaweed (laughs).

Abe: That's right (laughs). I feel like alot of the scenes with Na-Go Chemy were filmed with lots of imagination.

Tomizono: There was also something about jet planes. It was fun to film.

Abe: We were the imagination team (laughs).

Fujibayashi: In that sense, Buffa Chemy and I were both part of the imagination solo team.

Tomizono: I guess so (laughs).

Fujibayashi: Both Spanner and Buffa's theme color is purple, and they also have slightly stuck up personalities, so when the film was announced, there were many people on SNS who were looking forward to us appearing together. The interactions between the two of them are very interesting, so I hope you'll look forward to it.

"In a scene with Kugimiya Licht, Minato was depicted in his teacher's attaire."

Kumaki: I remember well the first time I greeted Motomiya Yasukaze-san, who plays Licht. Despite him being about 4-5 meters away (13-16 ft), I felt an overwhelming aura that made me feel like he was right in front of me.

Everyone: (laughs)

Kumaki: I was alittle nervous (laughs), but once I gathered up my courage and greeted him, he was very kind to me. I felt a sense of security all at once, and performed with the intention of receiving advice from my senior.

"What's your most memorable experience working with the Geats team?"

Abe: There was a part where I could feel the experience of working on a project for a year. In a scene where a drone is used, Mokudai Kazuto-san noticed a mark (for where to stand) and asked the staff, "Is this okay?" We weren't paying attention to it, so it's amazing that he noticed it instantly and acted accordingly.

Tomizono: We'd never met before, but they created an atmosphere where we felt comfortable talking to them and had alot of fun. During breaks, we'd play games where you have to hold back your laughter. Kan-kun is also from the Kansai region, so we got along really well, and were able to film in a really friendly atmosphere.

Matsumoto: Everyone was very kind, and I remember that they talked to us alot.

Abe: It was easy to talk to them.

Fujibayashi: The two of you had a girls night out with Tsumuri (Aoshima Kokoro) and Neon (Hoshino Yuna).

Matsumoto: That's right.

Abe: We had some girl talk.

Tomizono: I'm sure you did.

Fujibayashi: What did you talk about?

Matsumoto: Things like painting nails, perfume and other stuff.

Motojima: To be honest, I've been paying alot of attention to my appearance lately, and I've been asking Matsumoto-san and Abe-san alot of questions.

Matsumoto: It's true

Motojima: When Tsumuri-san heard about this, she set up a prank for the makeup artists to teach me fake beauty info. I was completely fooled.

Everyone: (laughs).

Motojima: I also felt that everyone from Geats did things very freely. They included adlibs, and there's a scene where Ace says, "I'm glad I was turned into this," but it was interesting to see Ace say things in a way that he'd never do during test takes. I thought he was very good at keeping the atmosphere on set peaceful.

Tomizono: But, when it was a real take, it was really cool.

Motojima: That's right! There was an incredible difference.

-Becoming a level ... Chemy?!-

"In this work, the Geats members are turned into Chemies, but if you could become a Chemy, what would you want to look like?"

Fujibayashi: Because It's obvious what I'd be, I probably don't need to say it.

Motojima: What do you mean?

Fujibayashi: I could only be a spanner.

Matsumoto: Ah!

Tomizono: If not a spanner, what Chemy would Yasu become instead?

Fujibayashi: None, I can't think of anything else.

Tomizono: You've become Spanner Chemy. What do you do?

Fujibayashi: Loosen the screws in people's heads.

Everyone: (laughs).

Fujibayashi: Everyone becomes so stupid, that they forget how to transform and can no longer speak Japanese.

Abe: That's terrible (laughs). That'd make you the strongest, wouldn't it?

Tomizono: What'll happen if you combine with another Chemy?

Fujibayashi: Valvarad uses it, not Gotchard.

Tomizono: I see.

Fujibayashi: Sabimaru would be a tablet, right?

Tomizono: (laughs). As Tomizono, I'd like a Chemy that's really cool. Like a dragon, but softer.

Fujibayashi: Like something you'd find on a souvenir from a school field trip?

Tomizono: Right, like something on a keychain.

Fujibayashi: I think children would love that.

Tomizono: That's good. I want to appear like that as a level 10 Chemy.

Motojima: I want to become a level 100 Chemy.

Everyone: (laughs).

Motojima: I want to be treated like a legend.

Matsumoto: What would I be? Maybe a bird?

Abe: Ah!

Tomizono: Is that what you wanted?

Abe: I've been beat.

Fujibayashi: But, it depends on the type of bird.

Matsumoto: Hmmm…a crow?

Fujibayashi: A crow, huh? I'd like to own one atleast once.

Tomizono: People say they're smart.

Abe: They're said to have the intelligence of 5 year olds.

Fujibayashi: Well then, they're smarter than me.

Everyone: (laughs).

Tomizono: Is there a reason why you went with a bird?

Matsumoto: I think it'd be nice to fly across the open sky. The wind would feel great too.

Abe: You get it!

Matsumoto: And crows are cool, aren't they? That's why I want to be Crow Chemy.

Fujibayashi: Oto-chan, what kind of bird would you like to be?

Abe: I want to be a black kite.

Tomizono: A black kite?

Abe: When I was little, I remember them because they used to attack me alot when I went camping. When I’d be eating a meal, they'd suddenly snatch it away. They're agile, can fly, and they can enjoy scenery that we can't normally see.

Fujibayashi: I want to steal someone's food.

Abe: Right, right.

Tomizono: Really? (laughs).

Abe: I think black kite's are the strongest.

Fujibayashi: What about Kuma-san?

Kumaki: Because of Bumblebee, I like cars.

Fujibayashi: Ah, from "Transformers."

Kumaki: I think it would be cute if I were a Chemy that looked like Bumblebee.

Tomizono: Would you be a transforming Chemy?

Kumaki: Yeah, I'd transform.

Motojima: I think that'll be in the show sooner or later.

Kumaki: When will it appear?

Fujibayashi: It'd be alot like Golddash.

Kumaki: Ah! That's right!

Motojima: Then, it'll be like a car version of Golddash!

"We would love to hear more, but we'd like to conclude with a message from Motojima-san to our readers on behalf of everyone."

Motojima: I think the highlight is that the character's charm, which is different from the TV show, is brought out by interacting with the Kamen Rider Geats members. Many of the strongest level number 10 Chemies appear, and the development where humans turn into Chemies is also unexpected, it's unexpected plus unexpected twice expected…….it's like unexpected x2.

Tomizono: So double expected?

Fujibayashi: Are you saying…it's going to turn out to be more than expected?

Motojima: Ah, that sounds good.

Fujibayashi: You just said it yourself. You bite your tongue?

Tomizono: Did you mispronounce something?

Motojima: Well uh, it turned out to be more than I expected…

Everyone: (laughs).

Motojima: The unpredictable development of the story is appealing, and the fact that it features Chemies that can talk is also a key point.

Abe: Agreed.

Motojima: Please watch out for how Houtarou and his friends will interact with the talking Chemies, which have yet to appear in the TV show!

[damazcuz]

Top surgery experience so far, from check in on:

My surgery was pushed back a couple of hours for a patient ahead of me, I basically just laid there an extra 1.5-2 hours waiting, kind of dozing through the early morning

I do not remember even leaving the pre-op ward or falling fully asleep. Literally one minute just laying their waiting and the next I was in the post-op area waking up.

I've had some issues in the past with coming out of anesthesia very emotionally, sad or angry, but it was good this time. No crying or yelling lol.

Everyone has been so so nice taking care of me. Im staying the night in the hospital because that was the best option for me personally. Based on everything I've heard since before even booking a date is that most of my surgeon's patients do stay overnight.

I was very sleepy and out of it at first but something like 9-10 hours later, I'm wishing I had brought something to do lol.

It doesn't hurt much. I've been uncomfortable at times and my incisions are a little sore, especially the right side. Overall though my pain levels have been Way low, nothing like what I'd expected.

Obviously I don't get to see my chest right away or anything, but I feel really happy with it. It is a very odd feeling for me, being flat in the chest.

No complications so far. Keeping an eye out for hematoma obviously but from what I hear my surgery was a breeze.

Getting out of bed just to use the bathroom is a major ordeal, I have to be escorted the 15 to 20 feet to the bathroom because I'm so unsteady rn

I haven't got to see my surgeon since before surgery but I'll see her later this morning when I'm discharged. I was hoping I would get to talk to her ahead but again, I was unconscious just like that.

The hospital has an endless supply of jello and pudding and applesauce for me. Juice too. They had me order what I want for breakfast yesterday too, so I'm getting French toast later :3

The TV in here seems to have maybe 20 channels? I tried watching something for a bit but got bored.... again, wish I'd brought a book or something

My awake and alert time kind of comes and goes. Sleep a bunch, wake up for a long while with a little energy, etc...

My drains haven't been draining a ton so far. My overnight nurse says it's lower than is normal, but at least indicates I'm not developing a hematoma so?

Bottom line im doing pretty good so far! I really want to weight myself once I'm home just to see how much my breasts weighed lol.

Overall even not seeing my chest yet, I think this was a great thing for me, and I'm glad I was finally able to do it.

All I got for now!

[tk-duveraun]

20/? Luo Binghe is SO NORMAL about Shen Yuan

7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20 (here), 21

Read up through even numbered parts on Ao3

We're quickly approaching the end!

The Snow Leopard chief agreed to Luo Binghe's terms, on the condition that he find them another home if Linguang-jun's territories were too cold. It was difficult for her to consider any place too cold, but the Mobei Clan were pure ice demons and neither party knew where Linguang-jun's land was.

She left him in the care of her nephew, one of the few men left in their population. He asked too many questions about the human realm for Luo Binghe to get much actual sleep, but the food and water were enough when combined with simply sitting.

Just when he was left alone, the System pinged with a notification.

[Answering User: Entity "Luo Baixiao" located. Reassignment pending.]

Luo Binghe slumped into a puddle on the pile of furs he'd been given to sleep on. On one hand, the whole everything with the System raised some serious questions about reincarnation, but on the other hand he was too busy planning on how to marry Shen Yuan to have an existential crisis.

"Can I do anything for him? He did give me my wife."

[Reminding User he is still single.]

"Can I help the kid or not?"

[Upon Completion of Main Scenario Campaign "Intricate Rituals with my Shixiongdi" rewards can be transferred to other entities.]

"Do it."

[This action is not reversible. Recommended action: review rewards.]

"Are you going to marry him to Shen Yuan if the transfer goes through?]

[System rewards do not involve manipulating free will decisions of entities enjoined with System.]

"Then I don't care. Queue the transfer for when I get this bread."

[Confirm action: YES/NO]

Luo Binghe jabbed "yes" and closed the window. He closed his eyes and breathed easily for the first time since seeing the vision of Luo Baixiao's doomed seduction attempt. Luo Binghe wasn't a good or nice person, but he paid his debts.

Once the migraine brought one from bonding with Xin Mo finally faded, Luo Binghe stood and left the hut. There was a sharp wind blowing air that smelt like the sea through the village. Few people were still out and those that were had their noses covered with thick masks.

Luo Binghe found the chief, gave her a firm nod and then went to the gully at the edge of the village. It was where the village drained their waste, but the salty wind neutralized some of the smell. More importantly, Luo Binghe was too polite to risk destroying a nice part of their village if he failed his first attempt to make a portal to the demon realm.

The Endless Abyss, according to Shen Yuan's lessons, was similar to a secret realm — a pocket dimension — anchored to the world: both the human and demon realms. Whereas the barrier between the human and demon realm had natural convergence points, the Abyss could only connect through violent rending. The opening he'd fallen through at the conference had been opened by the cries of the Black Moon Rhinoceros-Python.

He kept all of those concepts in the front of his mind as he held out Xin Mo. He raised it to the air before him and felt Meng Mo's presence appear in the back of his mind, watching.

At first, there was nothing, then he released his control on Xin Mo's corruption. As the sludge-like energy spread throughout his body, he felt the blade catch on the air. Luo Binghe closed his eyes and pictured the Northern desert in the demon realm as clearly as he could based on descriptions from both IRS and Qing Jing's library.

Xin Mo's harsh qi burned through his spiritual system, but inch by inch the sword sank into nothing and tore through the air. By the time the sword was level with Luo Binghe's hip, an answering icy wind was gusting through the portal, freezing the sweat on his skin.

The process was painful, laborious and took intense concentration. When it was over, Luo Binghe would wonder how the hell the Original Goods managed to get out with the awful thing, but in the moment it took everything he had to finish the job. When Xin Mo finally hit the rains of salt on the ground, Luo Binghe nearly fell to his knees.

Painfully, he peeled the frozen sweat off his brow and turned to start on his way back to the village. But it seemed he'd taken so long most of the village had gathered behind him, their belongings wrapped in fur and fabric, then strapped to their backs.

Though he was still panting with exertion, Luo Binghe grabbed the edge of the rift in space and pulled. It was like holding a live wire, but instead of stopping his heart the electricity just lit Xin Mo's corrupted qi ablaze. Luo Binghe felt like a seagull trapped in an oil spill that had caught on fire, but he didn't let go, just kept pulling until the Snow Leopard chief stepped through the portal and onto the snow.

From the other side, she clucked and called to her people. One by one, they took deep breaths and stepped through the jagged hole in space.

Luo Binghe loosened his grip on the tear and it remained open, so he fully snatched his hand back. He desperately wanted to protect himself from Xin Mo, but he didn't want to risk locking the sword away closing the portal. He could only grit bared teeth and imagine tearing each Snow Leopard as they walked past him with their entire life on their person.

By the time the last of the demons was through the portal, Luo Binghe had gouged deep rivets in his left hand. His right held Xin Mo in a death grip as he finally let himself step through the portal. When both feet touch the snow, he dropped Xin Mo and yelled like he was going Super Saiyan.

To his disgust, that was an extremely efficient way of constructing his qi defenses against Xin Mo. He sneered at nothing and let himself pass out.