#but I am pretty sure I would have killed him

[jjscrybaby]

the birthday boy

daryl dixon x fem!reader | fluff | (cringe, cringe, cringe! i can’t help who i am😖basic gift ideas bc i couldn’t think of anything, kissing.)

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One thing you were you would never get back was knowing the date. You’d spent the last couple years in the dark, you had a brief idea of how many years had gone by but dates? Absolutely no clue. It was when you and your group got to Alexandria that you learnt they knew the date, they’d kept track; it wasn’t like they were out killing walkers and fighting for survival, so they had the time to do such a mundane thing.

You’d asked Daryl when his birthday was a long time ago, just after the farm fell and before you reached the prison. The two of you were on watch whilst everyone else slept — or at least tried to — and you wanted to know his zodiac sign. It was silly, but you wanted to talk about something that wasn’t the hell your lives had become. He’d muttered out ‘January 6th’, and then gone silent once again. You kept that information stored in the little Daryl section in your mind, and you hadn’t forgotten it.

“What’re you doin’?” Daryl muttered sleepily, waking up to you sitting on him with a wide grin on your face. He opened one eye, looking from you to the window. “The sun ain’t even fully risen. Better ‘ave a good reason to wake me up.”

“I do,” you murmured, leaning down to catch his lips with yours. He didn’t argue, his arms loosely wrapping around your waist as he kissed you back.

“You alrigh’?” He checked quietly. You definitely weren’t the early riser out of the pair of you, in the morning’s that he had to go on an early supply run and tried to wake you to say goodbye he’d usually be cursed at.

“Yeah,” you reassured softly, running your hand through his growing locks. “Happy birthday, handsome.”

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, before he let out a soft huh. “Is that today?”

“Yes, it’s today you idiot,” you giggled, pecking his cheek. “Do you want your presents now or at the party?”

“What…” he muttered, eyes widening.

You snorted, swatting at his chest. “I’m kidding. There’s no party. But me and Carol are baking a cake and you can’t say no, I already had to talk them out of finding a birthday banner.”

“Mhm, appreciate it,” he smirked lazily, drawing circles into your thigh. “Can we go back to sleep now, darlin’? I appreciate the birthday wake up, but ‘m exhausted.”

“You don’t want your presents,” you pouted.

“Thought you were kiddin’?” He questioned, leaning on his elbows to sit up slightly.

“About the party, yeah. You really think that I wouldn’t get you presents? Have you met me?” You teased. He smiled softly at you, a quirk of a lip that you were sure no one else was ever on the receiving end of.

“Didn’t even kno’ it was my birthday, so I wasn’t expectin’ presents,” he muttered.

You rolled your eyes fondly, switching the bedside table lamp on before getting off of him to rush over to the closet. You pulled out a paper bag, handing it over to him. “I couldn’t find any wrapping paper,” you sheepishly explained.

“That’s alright,” he chuckled, reaching out for your hand. You sat down next to him as he sat up, looking between you and the bag. “You know you didn’t ‘ave to get me anythin’.”

“I wanted to,” you argued. “Now, open it, please. I’m getting impatient.”

He let out a quiet laugh, opening up the bag. First he pulled out a knife; it wasn’t new, or even very sharp — although he’d be able to sort that out — but there was something on the side of it. Both yours and his initials carved into the side. You knew that wasn’t really his thing, something so cheesy, but you wanted his gift to have meaning. It was difficult to find things for anyone’s birthday in an apocalypse, but Daryl? Well, that’s pretty much impossible.

“Thankyou, darlin’.” He ran his fingers over the messy carving you’d done, a fond look in his eyes. “I love it.” He leant in and pressed a peck to your lips, making your eyes twinkle.

“Really? I know it’s not much…” you said, about to go on a classic ramble.

“Stop. I love it, seriously. I ain’t ever— I’ve never gotten a birthday present before, ‘least not one that I can remember,” he admitted, squeezing your hand.

Tears brimmed in your eyes, but you kept the smile on your face. You hadn’t expected that Daryl had many fun birthday’s growing up, not with the family he had. Maybe Merle took him to a bar on his 21st to have his first legal drink, but that was probably it. You kissed the corner of his mouth, stroking his hair.

“Well, now that we’re not fighting for our lives constantly anymore, expect presents every year. Christmas, too,” you said softly.

“Wouldn’t expect anythin’ less from you,” he responded, caressing your cheek lovingly. He placed the knife on the bedside table, moving to switch the light off.

“What’re you doing?” You asked.

“Goin’ back to sleep?” He answered, looking back at you over his shoulder. “That alright with you?” He teased.

“But… you haven’t opened your other present,” you explained. There was something in your tone, nervousness, shyness, he wasn’t sure.

“Another one?” He looked at you in confusion.

“Don’t be dramatic, Dar. It’s not like I spent any money,” you giggled. You went behind you, opening the drawer and pulling out something. You held it in your hand, not letting him see. “It’s a bit stupid, but I wanted to give you this for awhile. Since you gave me mine, at least.”

You opened your palm and revealed the silver band, a shy smile on your face. Six months ago, Daryl had gone on a week long supply run and he’d returned home with a ring. It wasn’t like you could have a proper wedding, not like the one you used to dream about when you were younger, but you wanted to marry Daryl. You wanted to tell people he was your husband. So, of course, you’d cried your eyes out and said yes. Ever since you’d wanted him to have a ring, too. Your engagement ring would probably be your wedding one as well, it wasn’t like you could go shopping. If you were going to get married, both of you needed proof of the wedding.

It was silent, you stared at him waiting for some sort of reaction. Slowly, a smile made its way onto his face. “You ain’t gonna ask me?”

“What?”

“I ain’t acceptin’ a ring without a proposal,” he joked.

You giggled, moving to straddle his waist once again. “Daryl Dixon, will you marry me?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, cradling your cheek in his hand as he brought your face down to his. “‘Course I will, baby.”

His lips moved against yours, arms wrapping around your waist to tug you to lie down on top of him. You pulled away first, grabbing his hand to slip the ring onto his fingers.

“Wouldn’t want to spend my birthday’s with no one else.”

[slaytheday12]

a fic where walker is like afraid of spiders and the oc has to kill the spider even though they are also afraid of spiders

Spider slayer's

It was supposed to be a chill night. You and Walker were laying out on the couch, surrounded by snacks, a movie playing softly in the background. Everything was perfect..... until you saw it.

A spider.

It wasn’t just any spider, either. This one was big, the kind that looked like it had no business existing indoors. It was stuck on the wall, motionless but menacing, as if it were plotting its next move.

Your stomach dropped. You froze, pointing a shaky finger. “Walker...” He followed your gaze, and the second he spotted it, his face went pale. “Oh, no. Nope. Absolutely not.” He said jumping up from the couch

“You’ve got to kill it!” you whisper-shouted, already inching further away from the spider.

“Me?” Walker’s voice cracked as he scrambled up onto the couch, looking as though he wanted to be anywhere but here. “No way. You kill it!”

“Are you serious right now?” you asked, clutching a pillow like it could shield you from the eight-legged intruder. “You’re supposed to be the brave one!”

“Bravery has its limits,” he replied, glancing at the spider like it was his mortal enemy. “And mine stops at spiders that look like it can star in a horror movie.”

You groaned, realising that if either of you wanted to survive the night, one of you had to deal with it. The problem? You were just as terrified. “Okay,” you said, trying to psych yourself up. “We’ll do it together.”

“Together?” Walker echoed, his tone doubtful. “How does that work? Do we both throw a shoe at it?”

“No,” you said, glaring at him despite your trembling hands. “One of us has to get close enough to—”

“To what? Have it leap at us and start a new life in our hair?” Walker interrupted, shuddering at the thought. “Would you stop?” you snapped, though you couldn’t help the nervous laugh that bubbled up. “You’re not helping!”

After a brief (and slightly ridiculous) strategy session, the two of you decided on a plan: you’d grab the broom to corner it, and Walker would finish it off with a rolled-up magazine.

Armed and ready or as ready as two terrified teenagers could be—you approached the spider cautiously.

“Closer,” Walker whispered, standing a safe distance behind you. “I am getting closer!” you hissed, inching the broom toward the spider.

The second the broom touched the wall, the spider fell down toward's the floor. Both of you screamed in unison, scrambling back as it darted under the couch.

“This is a nightmare,” Walker said, pacing like he was about to have a full-blown meltdown.

You knelt down, peering under the couch. “Okay, new plan. I’ll... I’ll flush it out, and you smash it.”

“Define ‘smash,’” he said nervously. “End its reign of terror, Walker!” you said.

With a deep breath, you used the broom to push under the couch, forcing the spider into the open. It went across the floor, heading straight for Walker, who yelped and threw the magazine at it.

To your shock, the spider stopped. “Did you get it?” you asked, peering around Walker’s legs.

“I don’t know,” he said, gripping the back of the couch like his life depended on it. You approached cautiously, giving the magazine a nudge with your foot. Sure enough, the spider didn't move.

Walker let out a loud exhale, collapsing back onto the couch. “We did it. We survived.”

“We?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow. “I’m pretty sure I was the one who flushed it out.”

“And I was moral support,” he said with a grin,You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help laughing. “Next time, you’re on spider duty.”

“Next time?” Walker said, wide-eyed. “Let’s agree there’s never a next time.” you flopped down beside him, both of you still a little rattled but relieved. “I can’t believe we just battled a spider together,” you said, leaning against his shoulder.

“Spider Slayer Duo,” Walker said, holding up his hand for a high-five. You laughed, smacking his hand lightly. “Let’s never do that again.”

“Deal,” he said, wrapping an arm around you as the two of you resumed your movie night.

A/N: i love this so much lmk what we think

Tags: @sophand4n4, @kaiwrites092

[oleandequill]

You know, it drives me crazy to know that technically there’s two (at least in terms of prominence cause I think there’s also a TFA one though it doesn’t seem as talked about) canonical Shattered Glass continuities: the one made by FunPub and the IDW reboot.

Cause the thing is, those two comics have vastly different Megatrons and Optimus Primes.

Like we have FunPub Megatron who is a mathematician and Optronix who was a librarian that backstabbed his way to the top.

Then we have the IDW versions where Megatron is a miner/civil activist who keeps getting tossed into jail and Orion Pax who is a senator in this version.

And what fascinates me is that in the FunPub version, Optimus actually lives (though he becomes Nova Prime). Meanwhile, in the IDW version, I think he dies (?) or well his fate is much worse in comparison to FunPub!OP.

Also what’s up with both Megatrons having a fakeout death? FunPub!Megatron does get killed by Cyclonus but he comes back as Galvatron. Meanwhile IDW!Megatron gets defeated by OP and is momentarily thought to be dead (he just went into self-exile).

There’s not actually a lot of difference between the two OPs (cause honestly they both seem insane), though I guess one could interpret FunPub!OP as much more depressing cause the only reason he’s evil is cause he saw life as meaningless unless history remembers you and when he becomes Nova Prime, he’s still a little jerk but he’s tamer so I assume that was his original personality. IDW!OP just wants total power and only initially hides behind a nice facade.

The two Megatrons are vastly different though in my opinion. Cause FunPub!Megatron really was just some guy who predicted civil war and was good enough to want to stop it (this Megatron wasn’t affected by the caste system, he just genuinely saw something wrong was happening and chose to do something about it). IDW!Megatron was someone who was affected by the caste system and was trying his best to bring attention to it. FunPub!Megatron is also very nice (like not overly nice but he’s genuinely such a nice guy and this is why he’s my favorite aside from him being a nerd lmao). IDW!Megatron is a bit more jaded (which is fair cause the caste system is horrible and his “friend” is an asshole).

Even the relationship between OP and Megatron are different in both continuities. I’m pretty sure in FunPub these two never interacted before the war, where OP gets pissed that this random mathematician is opposing him. In IDW, OP and Megatron were “friends” with OP even bailing Megatron out of jail, though their “friendship” was already toxic even before the war cause Megatron seemed to really see through OP’s BS.

All this to say, there should really be a crossover between both continuities.

SGFunPub!Megs and SGIDW!OP meeting would be kinda fun and dangerous, especially if they meet each other before the civil war broke out. Megatron wouldn’t know who OP is while OP would see another version of his Megatron who he could possibly trick. Also this has the added bonus of a hilarious scenario where Megatron predicts OP is the cause of the civil war through math and that pisses off OP cause genuinely tf you mean you computed that through math. This one is more dangerous though as OP genuinely wants power and will not be swayed by whatever Megatron says.

SGIDW!Megs and SGFunPub!OP might honestly end up the happier version ngl. Cause OP clearly has an existential crisis that Megatron can probably fix by convincing him that OP can still be remembered in history by doing the right thing… such as being a civil rights activist. Like… I’m just saying maybe FunPub!OP needs therapy (and unlike IDW!OP, he actually gets a canonical redemption arc so he’s not completely lost).

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Anyway, will I write this? Maybe (I really shouldn’t though cause I have a series and two writing requests to finish lmao). Because I am officially employed now and thus have a fixed schedule unlike the previous weeks where my schedule was erratic (which is not good for my OCD as I need a fixed schedule or I will be very upset sksksksk) as I had nothing to do but read, play video games, and exist lmao

[pinkslt]

Strings of Desperation

Ride it: Chapter II

Parts: Chapter I

🔞 minors do not interact 🔞

Pairing: Neteyam x Omatikaya Reader

Warnings: masturbating, sexual fantasies, reader manipulating neteyam into becoming obsessed with her, angst, fake concern

Word Count: 2.0k

Author's Note: if you don't want to interact with the 🔞 part, I suggest you jump over it and start reading from the first time skip

Synopsis: After last night, Neteyam can't stop thinking about you. He realizes he could lose you and he holds onto any strings he can, ending in holding onto the strings of desperation.

Neteyam couldn’t sleep that night. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw you. It was as if you were haunting his every thought, refusing to let him find peace.

In the middle of the night, Neteyam rises quietly from his mattress. He looks around, making sure his parents and siblings are asleep and walks outside. He wants to clear his mind. Walking not far from the village, he stops and leans back against a tree, exhaling a heavy sigh.

You're all over his mind and he can't seem to think about anything else. He drops his head in his hands and groans loudly, pouring all of his emotions in the palms of his hands.

The mere thought of you, your pretty eyes and plump lips, your sweet voice and dirty words. It all drives him crazy.

His head rises from his hands and he looks down, noticing the impact you have on him. He rips off his loin cloth, exposing his roch-hard cock. He hisses at the sudden contact with the cold air and not waiting another moment, he wraps his hand around his girthy cock. He pumps his fist up and down, his breath becoming raggedy.

"Fuck!" a moan escapes his mouth as he throws his head back against the tree, shutting his eyes tightly.

He imagines your hand instead of his, kneeling before him and looking up at him with doe eyes. He moves his hand faster, harsh pants escaping him.

You spit on his tip, smearing your saliva all over his length. When you reach the tip, you brush your thumb against it. He holds his bottom lip between his teeth as his movements become sloppier.

He could almost feel those fingers on his cock, gripping him tightly. And with a few last strokes, he reached his orgasm, pumping thick ropes of hot, sticky cum.

"Woman, you're going to kill me one day."

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Practicing archery. That is what Neteyam chose to do as soon as he finished breakfast with his family. Grabbing his bow, he runs off into the forest at the usual training spot.

Getting in position, he pulls back the string and inhales sharply. He can still feel your scent, all over him. It was like you possessed him or something. He can't get you off his mind. Your eyes, lips, hands, tail, everything about you was inexplicably beautiful.

You are like a vakvok. You are something beautiful but dangerous. Pretty but deadly.

"Well is not here my favorite warrior?" your voice shakes him out of his thoughts and he lets go of the arrow, piercing the target. He hears you giggle behind him as you approach him, walking past him and towards the arrow that's now stuck in the tree. With a single pull, you manage to pull out the arrow. Walking back to him, you hand him his arrow, your hands touching for less than he wanted, leaving him longing for more.

"What are you doing here?" he asks while lowering the bow, growing irritated by the smirk on your face. He wants nothing more but to slap it off your face.

"I came to see you. I knew you would be here." you wrap your arms around his middle and rest your chin on his chest, looking up at him.

Neteyam scoffs and unwraps your arms from him, pushing you away.

"Hey, what's wrong?" you place your hand on his cheek, stroking his face lovingly with your thumb. "You know you can tell me."

"I'm tired." he sighs.

"Tired of what, Ma Neteyam?" your eyes search his for anything that could give you an answer. His own widen in return hearing the name fall past your lips. Finally, he gives in.

"I am upset with you. You kiss me and act like we are mates and then you leave me alone. Why do we have to hide? Why do you have to hide me?" he says as he pours his heart out. He doesn't want to be away from you.

Fuck, he wants you

"Neteyam, you know why I'm doing this." you pull away and your hand falls from his face.

"No, I don't. Tell me." his hand wraps around your wrist, tugging you closer. His gaze is sharp and hard.

"You are the next Olo'eyktan, I am the daughter of a healer. I am nothing." you say, your gaze falling on the forest floor. You feel tears prickle at the corners of your eyes.

"Don't say that." he whispers, "You are my best friend, my love. You make my life better." he whispers in your ear as he wraps his strong arms around you and pulls you closer. He hugs you tightly, resting his chin on top of your head.

You smirk. Your plan is working. You have no feelings for him, he's just a toy. You want him to become obsessed with you, desperate for your touch. Right now you were having him in your arms on the verge of crying.

Oh what a fun game to play.

"I should leave. After all, you can't be seen with a simple healer like me." you whisper, trying to pull yourself from his embrace. He sniffles quietly, trying to hide his tears.

"Don't go. Please." his voice shakes as his tears roll down his cheeks, wetting his face.

You can't believe what your ears heard. He's crying. The mighty warrior, the perfect soldier and the most loyal comrade, crying in your arms, pushing away his tough exterior and turning into a mess in your arms.

"Please." he mewls, "Don't leave me. I can't live without you." his voice shakes with emotion as he pulls you closer and if possible, he would merge your bodies together.

You almost laugh, almost.

"Don't worry, Neteyam." you coo him softly, hand rubbing his bicep, "I'm not going anywhere."

He sighs, a wave of relief washing over him. He is so relieved that you aren't going to abandon him. You are the reason he lives, his heart beats for you and you only.

Neteyam can’t bear the thought of losing you. From the time you were both children, he felt an unwavering need to protect you. To him, you were his innocent companion, someone who needed to be shielded from the dangers and cruelties of the world beyond.

That sense of duty had only grown stronger as the two of you matured. Every glance your way carried a silent promise: he would keep you safe, no matter the cost. To Neteyam, you were more than a friend—you were a light in his life, a precious part of his world that he couldn’t afford to lose.

But as time went on, he realized it wasn’t just about protection. It was about the way you made him feel—grounded, alive, and endlessly drawn to you. You had become his anchor, his everything, and the thought of a world without you in it was unbearable. It terrified him more than any enemy ever could.

His embrace is warm, muscles bulging against you as you're pressed tightly against. His strong arms cradle you carefully, as if you are something fragile that he could break at any moment. His mind is fuzzy, clouded, filled with many, many emotions and thoughts. The anger he felt for you moments ago faded away, replaced by the love he feels for you, the love that is actually hurting him.

You don't say a word. You prefer to stay wrapped in his arms, flush against his chest as you wait for him to calm down. He is so cute. Crying over the fact that you may walk out of his life and never face him again. You realize he's obsessed with you, with your presence, and by keeping you close to him nonetheless, he doesn't realize he's hurting himself.

But you do, and you will never reveal it.

[demigodsanswer]

I’m going to thrice you, again, prompt idea: in Princess AU- the conversation on the beach in Greece if the *right* brother had been there.

I am addicted to alt-versions of my own fic universes. Guess we'll call this one "Found You First" They're younger, so they aren't as good at flirting yet.

~

She hadn't seen Percy in a little over a year. The last time they'd crossed paths, he was holding up Yale's Mock Trial National's first place trophy, while Annabeth fumed about Harvard's meager fifth place, even if she had come out with her own attorney award.

It was hard to hold onto that grudge now, though. When they were on opposite sides of a Mock rivalry (mock as in "trial," the rivalry was very real), he really was handsome, tan with dark hair and very pretty green eyes.

Percy bowed his head towards her, and then held out his hand. It was the first time he'd ever bowed to her. "Lovely to see you again, Princess," he said.

Annabeth took his hand, expecting him to shake it, but he simply kissed it. Annabeth's stomach did a little flip flop, and she was glad she'd agreed to this trip after all.

~

"Riley Winter was obviously the worst one!" Annabeth said. It took all of four minutes alone on the beach for them to start arguing about Mock Trial witnesses.

"Mickey Keenan was way more annoying than him! He was an incompetent cop who obviously entrapped someone," Percy said. "I was so happy when they killed him off for nationals."

"Too bad you lost to Miami that year," Annabeth said.

"Too bad you didn't have the chance to win," Percy said back. Annabeth kicked sand at him.

"Are you in law school?" Annabeth asked.

"Oh, absolutely not. Not cut out for the LSAT, let alone the Bar. I'm doing a masters at Yale," he said, as if that was somehow less impressive than law school.

"Oh? In what?" Annabeth asked.

"Classics. I'm thinking about applying for a Ph.D., but I'm not sure. I'm a bit burnt out at the moment," he said, slumping back in his beach chair for dramatic effect.

Annabeth nodded sympathetically. "Classics is cool, though."

"I'm excited to be in Greece and actually see some of the things I write about," Percy said.

"My dad and I are getting a private tour of the Parthenon this week, if you want to join us," Annabeth offered. "Maybe you could teach us something."

Percy was smiling, really smiling, and excited boyish grin. "Really? Would that be okay?"

Annabeth smiled back. "Sure," she said. She needed to get married, and people were starting to worry she had no real interest in men. Taking Percy, a man she was absolutely interested in, on a trip to the Parthenon might help her in a few different ways.

Percy looked like he was about to say something, but then paused. "Your shoulders are pink," he said. "Want me to get them?"

Annabeth nodded. A nice excuse for some contact.

As Percy rubbed the sunscreen onto her shoulders, chest, and back (both politely trying to ignore how incredibly intimate it was), she asked: "Are you single?" Annabeth couldn't remember seeing any women on his Instagram lately, but maybe he kept those things private.

"I am," Percy said. "I did get out of a relationship a few months ago, though. I'm mostly over it."

"Was it mutual?" She asked.

Percy shrugged. "Hard to say."

"So you got your heart broken?" She deduced.

Percy almost laughed. "A little bit."

"What was her name?"

"Frank," Percy said without hesitation, before looking up and meeting her eyes, assessing her for fear, confusion, or disgust.

Annabeth just nodded. "I'm sorry to hear about that. It sounds like he meant a lot to you."

Percy nodded, a sad look in his eyes. "Yeah," and then he squirted more sunscreen in the other hand, and started on her other shoulder. "I'm not here to use you as a beard, though. I am bisexual, if you ... believe in that sort of thing."

"Be a bit of a raging hypocrisy if I didn't," Annabeth said. Percy's eyes snapped to her face, and she just shrugged and nodded. "I had my own devastating gay break up our senior year. I thought I was going to have to go to the hospital," Annabeth said with a laugh.

"Can I guess who it was?" Percy said, finishing with the sunscreen and sitting back in the sand in front of her. Annabeth stretched a leg out, and Percy started reapply sunscreen to that as well.

"Sure," Annabeth said.

"Tristan McLean's daughter?" He said.

Annabeth laughed. "God, were we that conspicuous?"

"Probably not to straight people," Percy said, "I'm sure to them, you guys looked like very good friends."

~

Before long, it was clear that Annabeth simply could not be in the sun for long without roasting, so Percy suggested they go to the shaded bar up by the resort itself, but still close to the sand. Annabeth had accepted his offer graciously.

Percy covertly texted his cousin while Annabeth used the restroom.

Percy

from your pov, how soon is too soon to kiss the crown princess of a sovereign country

Thals

Well if it's you kissing me, any time would be too soon. if it's the swedish girl. idk go for it if she seems into it

Percy waited a full fifteen minutes after she came back to up the touchy flirting, and Annabeth leaned into it, touching his thigh under the bar and tossing her hair over her (lightly pink) shoulders. Two glasses of wine each later, and their faces were tantalizingly close together.

Annabeth kissed him first in the end, closing the distance between them with a sure and steady kiss that was sophisticated and contained, but did linger.

"So, I guess our rivalry ends here?" Percy suggested.

Annabeth smiled. "Guess so."

~

Thankfully, when her father found her, she was no longer kissing Percy. They'd gone on from their first kiss to their second to their third in record time, before deciding to go somewhere more private.

But it was on their walk to this more private place that they found her dad.

Percy sobered up and remembered his manners right away. Her father hadn't been there for his and hers initial introduction, but Percy carried out the expected protocol flawlessly. Annabeth could have swooned.

"Nice to meet you son. Ambritt, would you like to get dinner?" Her father asked her.

"Oh, sure," Annabeth said, "Percy and I were about to find something to eat ourselves," she said, hoping that didn't read an innuendo, even though it certainly was.

"Ah, well, Percy, you're welcome to join us," her dad offered.

Percy nodded. "I'd be honored, your majesty."

"Oh, please don't bother with all of that, unless you'd like me to start calling you Don Percy," her dad said.

Percy laughed. "Certainly not. But I should change before we go anywhere."

"Me too," Annabeth said.

"Alright, you two head up. I'll make arrangements with Hugo. Do you eat fish?" Her dad asked Percy.

"Sure do," Percy said, before looking at Annabeth, his glance telling her that was also innuendo.

They stepped into the elevator together.

"I forgot your real name was Ambritt," Percy said.

"Sure is. What's 'Percy' in Spanish?" Annabeth asked.

"Perseo, but that's actually one of my middle names. My first name is Pedro," he told her.

"Oh, you are not a Pedro," Annabeth said, taking his hand as the door opened to her floor.

"I agree," he said as she unlocked her hotel room door. "Should I leave you to get ready?"

"In five," she reached between his legs, and her eyes went a bit wide as she realized the size of it, even soft, "maybe ten minutes."

[ultimatebottom69]

I would have killed him

an underrated detail in pride and prejudice is that elizabeth bennett was home alone on the day darcy proposed because she had a headache. can you imagine. this was in the pre-painkillers era. you're at home with a headache and then this asshole walks into the room and tells you he loves you and wants to marry you even though he hates your whole family and you're beneath him. imagine having to deal with that while also having a headache. she doesn't even have ibuprofen

[vaguely-concerned]

I've been picking mostly only the essential flirt options with lucanis in the romance so far (I've personally found the dynamic much more natural and mutual when you do that, more like forming a solid friendship slowly and inevitably becoming something else and less like you keep pushing on him and getting little back b/c he seemingly just gets overwhelmed and goes into freeze instead), and I think rye is a pretty hard person to read at the best of times even though he's been Down Real Bad from pretty early on and their chemistry as people is naturally really good. so the way the almost-kiss plays out in this playthrough feels a lot like it has the added layer of lucanis realizing that no but for sure rook is flirting and not just being kind or a good friend* it IS actually happening it's not just wishful/fearful thinking!!! and then uh. maybe going a bit too hard a bit too fast in all the excitement at that revelation haha

*in lucanis' defense he has seemingly literally never had a friend who wasn't his cousin-brother before, under those circumstances I suppose some confusion is extremely natural if not outright expected lmao

[sallymew4]

kids when they hear that their dad is back in town VS. kids when theyre hanging out with a conman that accidentally stole their wallet once

im not even joking btw

bonus heres me being crazy about them in dms ^^^

[mohntilyet]

To be fair to "illario is bad at lying" I don't think he had a contingency plan for "my cousin who I tried to have murdered came back after a whole year of being tortured in an underwater prison by the lady I've been sleeping with and he's an abomination now, also I have to pretend my grandma got murdered." His plan got monumentally fucked up

THAT’S WHAT I’M SAYIINNGGG. no matter how good or bad you are, i do not seriously think there’s a way to prepare for all that and then execute a follow up plan that’s not just “oh fuck i gotta do something” i think. of course this could have been avoided if he just killed lucanis himself but i like to think he has a heart in there

[freakinator]

If you don’t mind, I’m gonna yap for a second.. I think another problem with Kab is how sudden the turn around was. Like in the first convo where Kab was acting “evil”, Zam fought back with the argument that she’s wasn’t really evil at all and I think he did believe that at least a little. And if Kab slowly began to turn her path around then he would be a bit more trusting cause he would have SEEN her actual emotional growth but the turn around was so fast, it feels like there was no emotional growth at all and that Kab is still the same as before, cause she basically is. She still wants Mane dead no matter the cost and she’s still, intentionally or not, trying to manipulate Zam, but she wants to be treated as if she’s had that whole long term emotional growth

yeah ii think this is where her majority experience with short-term smps really bit her in the ass, i think there are two main directions that other ppl take it tho: 1. is as what you speculate in that some ppl think that she hasnt had genuine growth and hasnt changed at all and 2. that she genuinely changes too quickly and is therefore unreliable regardless of if shes being honest or not

i think the reason zam was so receptive to her in silent scream was cause this has been a recurrent plot point for a couple streams now, kab trespassing zams base to yap while zam tries to decipher her wants and motivations until eventually she just let it all out and in that instance i think he did genuinely believed that she changed even if it was slowly/just a little bit

....but then die for you happened lol

ssee the thing about kab is that shes shes all-or-nothing, going from one extreme to the next after just a little bit of change in character which can be jarring to some ppl to say the least (unless you thought she was lying and therefore any character development shouldnt be believed i suppose) but is something that was a great asset in shorter and arena-based smps where you had to get as much advantage against your opponent as possible without having to worry about the long-term consequences of these actions ie them not trusting you while still having to interact often in mundane ways even after messing with them. while she Can be swayed this only really works with things she was already unsure of which while a great motivator and trait to keep her on track with her goals (again another great trait for short-term smps), can be really jarring and distressing for other ppl if the things she was absolutely sure about goes against their own perspective like for example her thinking that derapchu killing her constitutes zam getting payback for her as the protector of the server (The protector, not A protector like zam insists, The protector of the server)

i think shes far too used to the fast-paced instant acceptance of changed personality in arena smps that is a natural consequence of them being short-term and having a revolving door of members and teams which is why she expects ppl to accept her growth and efforts so quickly even if realistically nobody would hand over their trust that easily esp after essentially being harassed in their own home multiple times, like even in normal smps where theres a baseline amount of trust ppl still wouldnt trust you after doing that, what more in a server like lifesteal where general trust is low basically all the time?

[good-beanswrites]

I have questions about that last fic. How did the prisoners alter their uniforms, and what were the consequences? What did they throw at Es? What did they trick Fuuta into eating and how? How did they try to catch Jackalope?

LMAO murder aside these ten know how to cause problems on purpose 😭 Hehe thank you for your curiosity, I genuinely had visualized some specifics for these while writing >:3 So --

Mahiru started sewing patches and ribbons and things onto her uniform dress. She got very bold very quickly, though, completely replacing whole sections with colorful fabric (like swapping out the entire skirt/bodice/sleeves) so it was pretty obvious. Es replaced all her uniforms with the standard ones and limited her requests to only small amounts of fabric at a time. (Who’s to say she isn’t secreting these away to patch together later, though…)

I was influenced by seeing two “what are the limits of Milgram’s no-violence policy, really” posts very recently. I think if the object could cause absolutely no harm, it’s possible to hit Es with it. I’m thinking basic crumpled paper or even a lightweight food -- something harmless but very sticky and gets in their hair… either way Es is Not Pleased. I feel like this could have been anyone except Haruka and Mahiru, as even the more "mature" prisoners would just be curious about what would happen.

My original thought was cake, but now that I’m fact checking I see that it grows mold pretty quickly… So maybe pudding: the eggs and milk spoil a bit before you see actual mold. Whoever has decided to be a menace (my guess is Yuno or Mikoto) puts up a whole farce about food preferences and whether or not they can identify specific flavors in this special dessert Jackalope secreted away, and unfortunately Fuuta is a hungry boy and it’s not very difficult to get him to take a big bite 😔

Jackalope lounges around the prison, chilling with the prisoners and taking naps in whatever place he finds comfortable. They try sneaking up to where he’s settled in, distracting him with treats and gentle words to see how long they can keep him in place as they give him gradually more noticeable pets. Muu has coaxed him into enough peace to take off his hat and pet his head, but no one’s managed to give him little scritches before he tries to regain his dignity and scurries away. Little do they know, he forces Es to scratch, pet, brush, and cuddle him every single night under the pretense of their official duties.

[hirazuki]

Okay, see, the thing about your story ending on a negative/dystopian/'despite everything that's happened nothing has changed in society' note and doing so successfully? It needs to have been set up for that in the first place, and it needs to be done in an intentional manner.

I have nothing against works that reinforce how cruel/meaningless/pointless/etc. the world is -- I enjoy a fair few! -- but the works themselves need to be some sort of commentary about it; the plot might be demonstrative of the futility of everything, but the story never should. It should take that and build on it and use it to make a statement, underscore a point, etc. to its readers. Having everything carry on business-as-usual without acknowledging it, especially in a genre that's generally meant to conclude on optimistic, uplifting, and hopeful notes, comes off as callous and in direct opposition with the values it extols.

Plus, the story itself should never be futile because, then, well, it never mattered as a work and it makes no difference if you've read it or not. Which... that's just a badly written story lmao.

[molliemoo3]

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[azems-familiar]

Revan Adarii meets ""canon"" Revan What happens? :p

"canon" revan's a little bitch and wouldn't be able to withstand her sheer toxic queer swag. he evaporates on the spot

[monstersqueen]

anyway my recent conclusions have been

mori leaked ango's mafia spy's status to mimic and sent odasaku after him so he could break up the buraiha trio

reading wan "wow odasaku did not listen to tiny ango and tiny dazai before going to fight gide !!"

which combined with older conclusions of

wow dazai sure went straight from "here's why ango's a traitor" to one of his most upsetting "i want to die" moments

....that's probably part of why he blame ango for odasaku's death, because in his head ango's betrayal made odasaku not want to live anymore, because that's what it did to him

pretty much. paints the picture that dazai is not entirely wrong there. i'm pretty sure mori in his calculations went "so in order to get the permit we need to defeat mimic. the best/only way we have to do that is to send oda at them. unfortunately oda doesn't kill. time to destroy his support system i guess" and proceeded to out ango's cover :p

[weidli]

god in my time of dying really does get me Every time