#but anything else? i'm... really not sure if i can do it

[blueivyy99]

Calm and Serenity (Part 3)

Sylus x Non!MC

summary: you didn't know what sylus saw in you. he said you were calm, quiet and serene and that's what he needs. you believed it. he showed it. not until little miss hunter came. she's everything you're not. news that she's in danger can make the ever so calm sylus to run and leave everything behind. it made you think, would he do that for you as well?

tags: angst, romance, hurt and comfort, confused sylus, non-mc reader (this is it for now)

taglist: @fcknblsht @aboobie @nin10doo @ixloom819 @damatically @sylusgirlie7 @stellisangelicus-world @kira-loves0905 @wanderlustingcastaway @browneyedgirl22 @lumieresdreams

notes: thank you for the love in the last chapter 😭😭😭 I WAS SO OVERWHELMED OMG though I can't reply one by one, i read them all and thoroughly enjoyed and basked in them ❤️ hope you enjoy this.

Part 1 Part 2

Sweet Evil Trap

Pepper walnut tart, rosemary gelato, pomegranate jelly, red wine marshmallow, and 10.5 grams of soul.

Description:

I'm waiting for you

You're pathetic.

That's what you tell yourself as your hands tremble at Elysium's menu. The one that is always unavailable whenever you go there and rumors say that it was never available at all.

Now you understand why.

After reading everything in Sylus's journal, you started investigating the things that don't make sense to you. You already know that they spent past lives together and their souls are tied with each other. Everything makes sense except this one.

There was no context about Sweet Evil Trap in his notebook but your memory took you back to countless night outs here in Elysium to recall the name of this dessert.

10.5 grams of soul.

You chuckled bitterly. Half of his soul is hers. Always for her. In every goddamn lifetime.

Where were you in this narrative? What piece of him do you have? Certainly not his heart if there are still traces of Miss Hunter in every corner of N109 Zone.

I'm waiting for you.

Yeah right. He's been waiting for years, lifetime even. So what were you doing here? What's your role in this?

A past time?

Someone to warm his bed?

Did he truly love you in the span of your relationship? You tried to keep your tears at bay, but they fell one after the other.

You and Miss Hunter are entirely different. She's fun, bright, and full of sunshine. She can even hold herself in a fight.

You?

You're just you. A jack of all trades. Can do everything but not the best at anything. You can fight, but surely after two or three wanderers you're gone. You're funny at best, but even that you're not that sure because she can make Sylus laugh more than you did.

In short, she's everything you're not. She's everything Sylus wanted and it really really pisses you off because you fucking loved him and yet …

yet …

Even if you gave it your all, he doesn't really see you. He's with you but he's yearning for someone else. And you're so so stupid because you're still staying. You're still hoping that even if she has returned, Sylus will see your worth. That he will change his mind.

That maybe he will choose you.

Maybe he realized you're the one he loved, not her. That maybe, he's willing to defy fate just to be with you.

It was a small hope. But it's there. Because you wanted to hold on for as long as you can. You wanted to love him until it hurts. You want to stay for as long as he doesn't let you go.

And even if you will scold yourself in the future when you remember what you're doing now, you will still try.

You can feel that he sensed that something is off with you; he is perceptive after all. Because after that night, no matter how much you try to hold yourself together, the cracks in your soul still manifest.

If it were before, you're sure that as soon as he woke up you will be all over him taking care of him and making sure that he is well-fed. But after that incident, you just can't seem to stay close to him. Not for now, at least because you're sure that you will just cry and break.

“What's wrong Little fox?" He asked you one night. You tried to avoid him and planned to hide in the guest room and sleep there, but he looked for you and now he's right there looking at your soul.

“Nothing." You avoided eye contact. You can't. It physically hurts whenever you and he meet gazes. It's as if your mind kept replaying all the things you read in his journal.

He reached out for your hand but you flinched and avoided his touch. His hand paused midair because of it. You don't know what he's thinking now. You don't want to know. You're afraid that what you'll see is insincerity.

“Tell me, sweetie. What's wrong? What happened? You're worrying me," he persisted.

"It's nothing, Sylus. I'm gonna head to bed later. You go ahead first and rest." you turned your back at him and pretended to do something.

You wanted to ask him. You wanted to know.

But you're afraid.

Because what if he tells you the truth and leaves you? Can you bear that?

No. Not yet. Never.

So you kept silent. You won't ask questions that you're not ready to face the answers of.

“My sweet little fox, tell me anything and I will listen. I will do anything for you. Just ask." He kissed your temple before leaving.

His words are so sweet but is there really anything behind it? Is there love? Is there anything real with what you two have?

You kept avoiding and hiding from him. He got enough after two weeks. He backed you in a corner, his large frame making it hard for you to escape.

“Something is definitely wrong and I don't know what it is. It's killing me to see you like this, darling. If you're not gonna talk, then let me take your mind off of things. Go out to dinner with me." He held your chin to make you look at him.

You're trying to avoid his gaze. The fear is consuming you at every second that he is staring you down. Your insecurity and jealousy is winning and your mind can't process that this is real and that this is for you.

“Sy—"

“Shhh," he gave you a quick peck to shut you up. “It's not a request. That's an order. Dinner later. I miss my little fox,"

And thus, here you are at Elysium waiting for him with tears in your eyes. You decided to go ahead. You're sure you can't bear the car ride alone with him and even if he won't press you to open up, you can sense that he wants you to.

Your phone blows up. It's surely him inquiring why you went without him. You can't find it in yourself to even read his messages. It's all too much. Everything is too much.

10.5 grams of soul.

Those words kept ringing in your head. Half of his soul. Half that is not yours. You wiped your tears. You need to calm down. He might be here in a few minutes. You need to at least look presentable.

“Sweetie, why did you leave me?" You heard his voice from your back before his lips were on your cheeks already. “I want to spend some time with you during dinner, yes, but also before and after it."

“Sorry," that's all you can say afraid that he might hear the hoarseness of your voice.

He sighed, “Fine, but you're going home with me."

You didn't reply and he took that as a cue to get your orders ready. The food is good but every bite you chew, you can sense his eyes on you.

“I will melt if you keep staring at me,” you commented. He just smirked.

"Let me enjoy the view.”

You just shook your head. You can't form a reply because the fear and insecurity is kicking in again.

The two of you are silent for a while until Sylus's phone rang. You looked at him, really looked at him for the first time tonight.

There's that glint in his eyes again so you immediately knew who it was.

Miss Hunter.

Your suspicions are proven right when he answered the call. “Hello, Miss Hunter, what can I do for you?"

You bit your lip. You were expecting it but damn it hurts. Not even an apology towards you for interrupting your dinner by answering that call.

"What!? Where are you!?”

Your heart breaks every second. There he is again. Choosing her. That's for sure. You know what will happen next. He will leave, say sorry, and run to her side.

"I'm coming, wait for me! Don't you dare move a muscle.” he ended the call in a haste he was getting ready to leave if he didn't see you across the table.

“Darling, I-I need to leave, she needs me. She's in danger. I will make it up to you, I promise. I'm so sorry,”

But no amount of “sorry" can make up for everything that you're feeling now. Of course, he will go to her. He will always run to her.

His 10.5 grams of soul.

You sighed. You have made up your mind. You will free both of you from the burden of this relationship.

You stood, pulled him for a hug. You hugged him as tightly as you can. “Go, Sylus. I'll be fine."

He hugged you back, and oh god how you will miss that warmth. You can feel your breath getting caught in your lungs, but you have to hold back. Until he turns around at least.

“I'll make it up to you, darling. Wait for me okay? I love you. Luke and Kieran will be here in fifteen minutes. Wait for them. Don't go home alone." That's the last thing you heard from him before he stormed out.

You finally let your tears fall.

It's enough. You had enough.

You will leave his life calmly, quietly. You moved and walked away fast hoping Luke and Kieran won't see you on the streets of N109 Zone.

Part 4 on the weekends (i hope) comments and reaction are welcomeee 🤤

[embervoices]

I think there may have been two or more plots to begin with, actually, and we finally caught where they diverge!

Okay, backing up.

I don't have anything like your whole picture in my own head, even from what you've said in the tags, and it sounds like you're asking a question that requires more personal context than I can address from here - assuming I'd have a useful answer if I knew more, which... like... Quite possibly not? I'm not a mental health professional, I'm just some guy on Tumblr who happens to have experience living with anxiety.

I do want to clarify that I was never intending my answers to be personal to you. You added a totally reasonable question with general applicability to an open thread, and I gave an answer that applied to the question I thought you were asking for the sake of the broader audience. Making decisions about complex situations is challenging for a lot of people, especially if we have anxiety about it. There are some generally useful things to keep in mind about it.

Granted that they are things you already well know! Gods know DBT has piles of mnemonic acronyms to choose from! But that doesn't mean everybody else knows them, so I still point them out.

But I think it's also, in this case, that I was assuming a longer context for the thread than you were. It sounds like you were talking about in-the-moment situations to get out of physically, and I was talking about long-term situations to get out of socially/physically/etc.

Seeking advice is usually more for getting a reality check on repeating or long-term situations one is in - jobs, relationships, social contexts, etc. Therapists can be great for helping us learn to apply internal tools to those and other situations, but they're not going to help nearly so much for in-the-moment decisions unless you're allowed to have them on speed dial or something.

There's a very big difference between

"Should I quit my job? If so, immediately, or should I try to stick with it long enough to line up another job first?"

and

"I'm starting to feel weird. Should I leave the grocery store right now?"

In your specific case, I'm not sure I can help much. I will say, I'm not familiar with any model that ever places feelings and emotions outside? So, I'm guessing you mean outside stimulus? As in, are you reacting to something internal, or is something in the environment prompting the reaction?

Yeah, if that's hard for you to gauge, that's going to make figuring out whether you should depart a specific physical environment way harder, and you're not necessarily in a position to get an external reality check about it when it matters, because it's a problem in real-time. Fair point, and that's a really rough place to be.

Personally, I always aim for calming down first when I start to feel funky, before any other decision making. If I can't calm down enough to make a clear decision, then it's time to get out regardless of why I'm getting upset - whether it's a sensory problem that I don't have the spoons to handle that day, or I'm just having a really off day, or whatever. Many different things can make my thresholds lower for a day, such that sensory input I can tolerate today may be overwhelming tomorrow.

But - and I know this is important - I can almost always afford to just go home when I'm overwhelmed. I get that the same is not true for everyone else, and thus the risks may need to be higher before they make that decision.

I do wish you well, and I wish I had more foolproof answers - or at least more contextually relevant ones!

i wish there was an easier way to tell the difference between an "if it sucks hit da bricks" situation and a "sometimes being an adult means doing things that you dont wanna" situation

[writingwisterias]

Eras Leon getting a blowjob for the first time:

I know this was a request I'm sorry!!! I tried to answer the ask but the bitch posted instead 🙄 I hope you still enjoy anyway

Thank you Two, Eva and others for brainstorming....

Warnings: Smut, MDNI, Blow Jobs, Overstimulation, Switch Leon, Vendetta Leon....Erectile dysfunction (what did you expect I've been yapping about it for days),

Fem!Reader

Eras Leon Masterlist

RE2:

A whimpering mess.

He can't help but buck his hips to the point he's face fucking you.

Doesn't even realize your taking his whole length without gagging because his eyes are shut tight

His hands are tangled in your hair as he continuously shoves your head further and further

Mumbling praises as he gets closer

Mumbling turns into just straight up moaning or whimpers as he finally finishes

Is amazed if you swallow and will groan into the kiss if you kiss him after

RE4R:

Surprised you even want to do it, he's taking his shirt off when he then sees you on the floor

You don't pull him all the way out of his trousers, the clothing just pulled underneath his balls

His knees buckle as he gets closer, using the wall/table or you as support

Might face fuck you gently when he reaches the end

Doesn't mean to, it's more of an act of desperation as he tries to finish

When he does he's holding you not really having a preference on whenever you swallow or not

Infinite Darkness:

Cocky and a whore about it

He's loud af, moaning,groaning, swearing all of it

Doesn't face fuck you, lets you do what you need to

Grips at the chair or whatever he's leaning on

His ass cheeks are clenched as well as he holds himself back

In love with the noises that comes from what you are doing

Twitches a lot in your mouth

Damnation:

Produces a lot of pre-cum, like it's just a constant stream for you

Talks big game about how he won't be as effected, gives off the impression he's had one before but you know he hasn't

Praising you before you even start

Knees buckle if you kitten lick his tip first, focusing your attention on that before anything else

Loves it messy again, spit on that thing

Tries to stay quiet but eventually give up and becomes loud af

Head is thrown back when he finally cums

His hips will thrust it in your mouth but then falters and still as the final dribbles come out

RE6:

Tucks hair behind your ear

He's thankful you are willing to do it

Making sure to take your time giving him as much pleasure as you can with it

Make it messy...he won't care

Loves if you pull away to spit on it and then come back

Using your hand at his base will have him weak as well

Fueling his ego about his size

When he cums hes grinning at you trying to take the whole load

Praises and thanks you afterwards switch your own oral play...

Vendetta:

Yes I'm bringing in his floppy dick

He's thankful that you even make an attempt to try and get it to rise

And it's only when you really start getting going that you feel it twitch in your throat finally becoming hard

He's never bothered to get a girl to attempt this so hes sobbing

Its so pretty to see, his eyes screwed shut as he finally lets everything wash away

Its like you are sucking all of his thoughts out through his cock

Grips your shoulders from where he's sat there's no way he could stand as he does this

Death Island:

You might as well wear a tiara

You are an absolute princess doing this for him

He's holding your hair gently out of your face

Loves it if you keep eye contact with him and do your best to smile

His eyes flutter shut as he gets closer, the grip on your head is slightly tighter but not so much it hurts

His whimpers are very breathy

When you look at him he's like an angel honestly

Muttering praises and swears

Only bucks his hips when he cums and is surprised when you just take it without a gag reflex

[sunwoowrites]

His Anger, His resentment - He's Hurt.

Y/n x Chan Angst.

I could hear the faint click of his shoes, but i couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. He had come home earlier than usual. His shoulders were tense, his brows furrowed as if something was gnawing at him. I wasn't sure what had happened but I could tell he was not the same person that left the apartment this morning.

He walked into his studio room, shutting the door behind him. He was visibly upset and I couldn't leave him be. Being his girlfriend I felt an obligation to check on him, give him a hot beverage and make sure he was alright.

I headed to the kitchen. I scooped dark chocolate chips into the pot of milk, stirring until it melted smoothly. As the espresso brewed, the familiar smell of coffee filled the kitchen. I poured the espresso into a cup, mixing it with the chocolate milk. Topping it with whipped cream and a sprinkle of cocoa powder, I watched the steam rise from the cup, offering a small, comforting moment before I had to face everything else.

I pushed the handle down slowly before entering. I stood in the small space at the entrance of the room.

His usual confident demeanor was replaced by a tense silence that filled the room. He ran a hand over his face, his shoulders tight, and his gaze fixed on the computer screen without really seeing it. The flicker of frustration was evident in the way his fingers slammed against the keys. The room, usually filled with his goofy energy, felt stiflingly quiet, the weight of his silence speaking louder than anything he could have said. He wasn’t looking at me, but I could feel that something had gone terribly wrong, even if he wasn’t ready to say it.

"Hey, my Channie. Whatcha doing?"

He didn’t answer right away, just clicked away at the screen, his jaw clenched tight. His eyes flickered over to me, cold and distant. I had seen that look before, when he was dealing with something bigger than he let on.

"Busy with work. Can you not see?" My lips twitch into a smile that feels too tight, as my hands fidget with the cup. "Yeah. I can. I brought some hot Mocha for you." He looks at me with a cold gaze. "Leave it far away from my computer." I nod, leaving it on the side table next to the door.

I stepped closer, trying to lighten the mood. I laid a hand on his shoulder, hoping to offer some comfort, but he flinched, pushing my hand away. "What else do you need?" I frown. "I don't need anything. I just wanted to ask you how your day was." He nods. "Seriously, I cannot right now with you Y/N" My frown deepens. What’s that supposed to mean? He swivels his chair around and leans back.

He looks so hot. Not the point, though.

"My day was fucking great. Happy?" He turns back around. "Chan, seriously. Why do you have to be so rude? I'm just trying to talk to you." He rubs his forehead. "Yeah, well can you try not to? It's really fucking annoying." I take a deep breath. "Chan, you don't mean that."

"Oh, please, don’t act like you're the sensitive one," he snapped, his voice sharp, almost mocking. "It’s getting exhausting."

I took a step back, my chest tight, trying to push away the sting of his words. I knew better than to let it get to me, but it did. "Oh, right. Let me not say that, it’s probably gonna upset you." I forced a half-smile, but it felt hollow. "I guess I really know you, don’t I?" He didn’t look at me, his attention still glued to the screen, fingers tapping away aggressively. "You don’t know me." My voice was colder now, the words clipped, and when he turned to face me, his brows were raised in challenge.

"Matter of fact, I do. You're a lazy person. You're always tired. You're always on your phone. You never do your assignments on time. You always cook horrible food. You cling onto the guys as if they're your friends. They're not. You always, always want to be around me. You can never give me space. You don't even work. You just leech off of everyone around you. Honestly, I don't even know why I liked you. And why I dated you in the first place. Now can I work?!" He sighes with frustration.

"Mhm." I walk out of the room shutting the door carefully. I stand still for a moment. Recollecting my thoughts. I don't even realise that tears are falling until they drip down my cheeks onto my shirt. I walk down the hallway and to my bag. I sit on the floor putting on my sneakers.

I sit there. I stare at the door. I walk out of his apartment, and it's the end of this. I turn and look back at the dimly lit living room. I close my eyes and can almost hear it—the way his voice would soften when he’d talk to me after a long day. He’d sit here, on the same couch, looking tired but always with a smile for me, telling me about the stuff that had gone wrong in his day. I’d listen intently, offering tea or a hug, and for a while, it felt like everything was going to be okay. I’d forget how the world outside was falling apart, because he made me feel like we were enough. I sigh softly.

His words hurt more than I could have imagined. I never realised he felt that way about me.

I feel the bitter sting of his words still lingering in my chest. Lazy, ungrateful, clingy—each one like a knife twisted deeper into me. He doesn't see me anymore. The person I used to be in his eyes—gone.

I step toward the door, every part of me aching to stay, to run back to him, to tell him it doesn’t have to end like this.

My hand touches the door handle, and I pause, hoping that maybe he'll stop the door with his foot and say that nothing he said was true. But I know it is. I'm not good enough for him.

Reality sinks in when I step into my apartment back home. When his words echo in the back of my mind.

I sigh and go to shower. I should have spoken up for myself. It still hurts that he would say something like that. As much as it's wrong, it still resonates- his words. I get out of the shower and go to bed. I let myself cry a little more.

[themultifanshipper]

You should write a little thing on all the drivers (maybe even old drivers ) kinks like there most dirtiest kinkiest kinks

Ask and you shall recieve

The freakiest kinks on the grid (and some not on the grid)

Warnings: mention of some relatively hardcore kinks, check tags for included drivers they're not all there

Carlos - overstimulation and multiple orgasms. Not the darkest kink out there but he is obsessed. Never will you come only once, he will always make you come over and over again. He isn't one for quickies, he likes drawing it out and teasing you for hours relentlessly until you're begging him to stop his torment. Whether he does stop or not depends on his mood, and how much of a brat you've been that day.

Alex - He likes to cover you in cum. I don't know why but he gives me the vibes of someone who will always pull out to come on your stomach, thighs, ass, tits... and maybe dip his fingers in to make you suck it off. Maybe even finger it back into you. Idk he just likes cum I can't explain it. Something about claiming you, seeing his cum on your soft skin just makes him feral.

Pierre has a canonically big dick, and a size kink to boot. So he loves that he's on the verge of too big for you. When he can tell the stretch is bordering on pain he gets inexplicably feral, and belly bulges? He will cum early if he looks down to see his cock making a bump. He just loves that he can make you feel so full.

Lando - taking photos/videos. I don't think it's that far from the truth when he says he'd be an onlyfans model. Filthy and artistic? He'll use you as a model and take pictures of you during sex. He has a hard drive full of filthy videos. He'll fill you up and take a picture of his cum dripping out of you, he'll cover you in hickeys and capture the resulting patterns to put in a naughty scrapbook. Also he really likes being pegged, but that does not go in the scrapbook.

Max - shibari. Being tied up and unable to move. Forced to be submissive while you have your way with him. He has those days where he needs to surrender and give you full control of his body. He also loves the process of being tied up, watching you bind him in rope and make all those intricate knots against his skin. He orders rope online, he likes seeing you create different colour combinations and patterns. He's a bit acoustic like that.

Charles - piss kink. I will not elaborate.

Fernando - public sex. But not just public sex. One thing he adores is using one of those remote controlled vibrators on you in public. He's made you come multiple times in front of his friends and colleagues. And none of them have caught on yet, you've had no choice but to become very good at hiding your pleasure.

Oscar - cuckholding. There's something so satisfying to him, watching you get so much pleasure from someone else, then showing you that he can do so much better. His competitive streak comes out and he becomes a beast, fucking you so good you forget all about who fucked you before. He's not against sharing you with his gridmates either, he's certainly not a stranger to threesomes, but he'll hold back and observe. He'll study the other person and how they're making you feel good, then afterwards he'll perfect their technique, making sure he's better than them.

Lewis - consensual non consent, and free use. Anytime he comes home, he's on you in seconds. Sometime's you'll push back, act like you don't want it. But you have a safeword, and if it's used, he stops. As long as the word doesn't leave your lips, he can do anything he wants to you. You can scream, cry, and beg him to stop, but he knows that you want it just as much as he does. There's nothing you love more than him holding you down and having his way with you.

George - Roleplay. And I'm not talking teacher/student. I'm talking more mafia boss, burglar breaking in, pimp with his prostitute etc... the darker stuff that delves into cnc. He'll pretend he's just acquired you, and he has to break you in. Or inspect you. The more degrading for you, the more fun for him. Of course you have a safe word in case you don't like anything he's doing, but you never use it.

Franco - public sex. We know he's had sex in a car, and I wouldn't put it past him to enjoy the public aspect of that. If he's in the mood he'll take you to the bathrooms at an event, or the changing rooms if you're shopping, or in a quiet corner of a park/beach when no one's around. Also BALCONY SEX.

Sebastian - bdsm. That man has a collection. Toys, restraints, he's into pretty much everything, and he'll try anything once. Tying you up, choking, hair pulling, spanking, vibrators, dildos... individually not super kinky, but all together, they paint a pretty depraved picture. Even throw a little bit of roleplay in there and he's in pure heaven.

Kimi R. - Sex in unusual places. Specifically his yacht, his jet, his penthouse balcony, anywhere that is visible and is a symbol of his wealth that he can spoil you with. Maybe he'll rent out your favourite restaurant so he can take you right there on the table. Maybe he pays for an expensive trip somewhere exotic where he can fuck you in front of beautiful scenery. Either way, he's a massive simp for you.

Jenson - Mommy kink. Generally speaking, he'll be on top, singing your praises as he fucks you like there's no tomorrow. But sometimes, just sometimes, he's the one that needs to be praised, to be held and told he's being such a good boy for you. If he's desperate enough, you'll tie him up and make him fuck you from below while you do your best to keep your composure, and tell him he's doing a good job, being so fucking good for mommy. When you do that he comes within seconds.

[pushspacetocontinue]

Bill nodded in Willow's agreement. It seemed that there wasn't much else he could say there. He would just be preaching to the choir.

Leofric was still keeping a firm eye on Ratchet. While he planned to get back to another concoction fairly soon, he was gauging what he needed to do to keep him from trying again.

But Antonio saw the look on Willow's face. He did feel a shudder push through him, but then he managed to smile as well.

"I see you've got another brilliant idea," Antonio said, before he then listened. At that, Antonio checked the phone and then smirked, "Well, I might be able to manage that..."

"You already messed with the wrong people and look where that got you," Bill said, "Now let's get you in there and maybe if you're good, you can go when we're done with your boss."

Leofric then nodded at Lucien.

"I understand," Leofric said, "But if you do want assistance, just let us know."

The offer could be made there at least.

"Heh, that is a good point," Travis said, before he smiled, "You know, Custard just might appreciate it."

"Oh that's, that's fae," Russell said, "Heh, I, I was won-wondering, and yeah, he, he kinda does."

He wasn't going to say much else on that matter though. Russell didn't really need to use that knowledge for anything, so his main focus was on what was going to happen next.

"I, I think that, that could be nice," Russell said, "M-maybe we, we could find some, some nice, nice sun para-parasols for, for Bill. I'm sure, we, we could, we could work some-something out. I mean, it'll, it'll be, be like a, a vacation and, and not, not this, um, this sorta thing."

Russell chuckled a bit.

"Might, might be worth some-something," Russell said, "But hey, ev-even if, if it doesn't, it doesn't teach him any-anything, it, it would still be, be satis-satisfying to see af-after everything he's done."

Russell looked over the batch.

"We've, we've made a good, a good start."

"Certainly." The threshold was also offensively low with Ratchet. He was such a disappointment.

Willow was about to offer the remainder of the ziplocks to tie Ratchet down, despite their proved ineffectiveness. Perhaps using a few more of his gadgets against him would have sufficed, though she wasn't about to set aside the possibility of a few of his joints accidentally being dislocated just yet.

But then her face lit up with the sort of enthusiasm that was known to unsettle even the most seasoned mercenary of her world.

"Oh, I might know of something that might just do to our case. Check your phone."

That prompted Ratchet to share his opinion on the matter. "…You're messing with the wrong guy."

"Thank you, but I wouldn't want to abuse of your time for what are, in the end, matters that a fae should deal with alone." Lucien replied. He could have used the alone time and even then, he didn't want to drag anyone in his scheming before he had the confirmation there would be a point to it at all.

He also wanted to get away from insolent elves. Erica looked way too content with herself there. She and Rook really were two of a kind.

"Well, my eyes aren't that good, but that's hard to miss." Erica replied.

Rook listened on for a moment longer, before shaking her head. "I just never realized how distinctively french Lucien sounds when he's speaking in fae."

She would treasure the knowledge to annoy him later. She proceeded to grab another piece of paper and wrapped it up around the shell, before retrieving some duct tape to tie down the loose ends.

"Camping would be cool. I haven't done that in a while, but it'd be nice to hang out in nature, maybe go home for a bit…" Rook replied, before pausing, "I mean, assuming we could even organize something like that."

Perhaps what she was hoping for was simply some time off from the supernatural shenanigans.

"You know, maybe we should find a way to add in salt to the injuries to really drill it in Five's skull how shitty it is to aim at open wounds to poison someone. He won't learn a damn thing, but screw him."

[yourlocaltalkingraven]

A simple way to recreate the Nevermore 'look' in procreate

this could (ofc) be achieved in other digital art programs as well, but since I use procreate i'll stick to what i know) I'm no expert, and i might update this as i learn, so please take all of these 'rules' with a grain of salt, these are just principles/steps that i have found work for me. i wanted to share my insight in case this could be helpful to a handful of people out there <3

All credit for this wonderful style goes to Kate Flynn and Kit Trace. i'm not claiming to know how to replicate their work, but simply offering my interpretation of it as a humble admirer :)

Brushes

Step-by-step

*this tutorial assumes you have basic knowledge of how to use procreate.

sketch/lineart - make your sketch in any way comfortable for you. use brush #1 (gesinski) in black or a grey slightly lighter than black. make sure to vary your line weight (thick -> thin). completely color in the very darkest shadows (*typically* the top lip, under the chin, pupils and ear canal). *optional: set the lineart layer to 'linear burn'.

flat colors - add background color / flat colors with brush #2 (monoline). don't add any shadows or blush at this stage, just pick the default™ color for each detail. even if you don't plan on drawing a background, i recommend filling in a color, as this helps to set the scene and to make everything look more cohesive. (note: do not color the lips at this stage)

3. blush / gradients: use brush #3 (salamanca) to color in areas of saturation (blush) + the lips. for this particular step there are a lot of brushes you could use, the key is to get one that looks 'cloudy' and has some texture to it. it can be helpful to set the blush layers to 'clipping mask' on top of the flat colors, so that everything stays within the lines. ***once added, turn the blush layers OFF as you do the shading so that they don't mess with your perception of shadows.

4. shading: (NOTE: shading layers should go above blush layers). nevermore uses a lot of sharp, clean shapes for their shadows, so avoid smudging them out! use brush #2 (monoline) and (the key) - a very saturated color. paint all of your shadows in one color, on one layer, and then set that layer to 'linear burn'. lower the opacity to 30-50%. for extra dark shadows, do the same thing on a new layer, above the previous one. you can even use the same color, 'linear burn' will automatically adjust to the flat colors beneath it so that you don't have to manually pick shadows. to clean up the shadows i like to erase with the same monoline brush, and smudge the edges just a bit with brush #5 (streaks).

at this point, depending on your colors, you could also add a highlight layer with the same technique. i'll show this a little later.

5. highlights: turn your blush layers ON again. (NOTE: highlight layers at this stage go above the lineart layer). use brush #4 (round brush) to paint in a few soft highlights with white (typically on the bottom lip, tip of the nose, the corner of the eye and on the iris). you can play around with the mode on this layer, but i find 'normal' works just fine.

finally, use brush #5 (streaks) in a slightly yellowish white to paint the sharp highlights. these are *usually* made in large, bold strokes along the edges of your figure. they are used to indicate the light source, to show wisps of hair or to create contrast with the background (see reference above). set your layer to 'add' and adjust the opacity accordingly. don't be afraid to go outside of your lineart to really bedazzle your work.

if there's anything else you'd like to add at this point (i.e. makeup or other details), i suggest using streaks or any other textured/grainy brush.

one final secret ingredient i use to really sell the lighting (especially in dark settings) is to fill in a layer on top of everything in the color of your background. set this layer to 'color' and adjust the opacity (imo 10-30% should be good, but you can really push this). this will slightly mix all of your flat colors with the background color, making them all into one unified color palette.

slap on a watermark and you're done!

here is a final look at my layers:

Applying this to different colors/lighting

here i used the same steps above on simple spheres to make them easier to understand.

row 1: an example from my original piece (annabel's hair, to be exact)

row 2: the same lighting but in a darker color, which requires an extra highlight layer in step 4

row 3: an example of shading in a dark, nighttime environment

the colors on the right are the exact ones i used to render the spheres, shown at full opacity. i am often able to use the same color for multiple shadows, but you can also make them analogous (meaning next to each other on the color wheel), such as purple and blue in row 3.

for the particular highlight in row 2 i set the layer to 'screen' and 30% opacity, but you can always play around with different layer modes. this layer goes below the lineart.

i'm sure everyone's heard the phrase "don't shade with black" by now, but i thought i would show you regardless (without the blush layer):

As you can see, even though 'linear burn' does adjust to your flat colors, it can't make up for the dullness of plain ol' grey. highlights are a little more versatile (as in pure white is easier to work with), but still, choosing a bright color close to white often makes for a richer overall effect.

Conclusion

using all of the principles above, i drew my neversona (left) in the nevermore style, and adjusted the colors in my original piece to place annabel in a dark environment. these use pretty much the exact same colors as my sphere examples, and use all the same steps i showed above.

i hope this tutorial made sense for you guys)) feel free to ask questions, i will happily clarify/expand on anything in this post. you can also repost this tutorial to other platforms, please just credit my tumblr @.

happy drawing!

[nieisan]

My biggest Idia head canon is that he has an art account in magicam that is REALLY popular and a lot of people follow him. Its not the gloomurai name because that is his gamer ID, not his art one. Most of the things he posts are just fanart about some obscure anime and his interests. It's not a secret that he is also gloomurai, but it IS a secret that he is Idia Shroud.

Imagine Idia doing commissions for people at NRC, Vil agency commissioning him because he likes his work. And Idia straight up freaking out because "what do you mean THE Vil Schoenheit my schoolmate and fellow dorm leader wants to commission me?????".

Imagine him doing the poster for the VDC festival and nobody knows anything. He is preparing hard for his presentation and had the poster drawn like four different versions. The poster is a hit, and the presentation goes really well. Ignoring the overbolt fiasco, everything went well! And then STYX happens, and nothing will go wrong. They will all forget. And then everything goes really, REALLY wrong.

I'm sure Idia would not mention in any way his fanartist identity, but Ortho would "slip up" and the cat is out of the bag. When they return home, everyone is keeping it secret, mostly because with everything going on it brings more problems that anything else.

But then he starts showing up for classes and Vil asks about his art. He did like it, and is surprised why he wasn't posted in some time. I honestly can see him freaking out completely and not knowing what to say.

[towasdandelion]

Hi, it's me again. I love your work on TD and your writing. I was thinking about how ghouls would react if MC left a lipstick stain on their cheek or lips and then someone shamed them for it.

Hiii, thank you! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡ That's an interesting one! I wasn't sure if I should do this in texts format or written, so I'm going to do both as usual hehe. Hope you like it!

Hotarubi and Jabberwock ghouls when someone shames them for a lipstick stain on their cheek/lips

Haku was a bit surprised when Subaru pointed it out, but there was absolutely no shame in him. He just smiled knowingly at the Hotarubi Captain, successfully flustering him instead. He's very open with showing his love and receiving it, so no problems here. Psst fun fact, the small stains left on his cheek also work as a girls repellent. I doubt any would approach him.

We're not leaving Zenji out just cause he's a ghost, okay? Just imagine he's a very special kind of ghost or gained a physical form. With that said, Zenji is also pretty calm about the situation. In fact, he even asks Haku to take a picture of his face so he can keep this moment as a memento. He's not embarrassed of your love at all.

Now.. I can't say calm is something I could describe Subaru with. Poor guy is flustered flustered, quickly mumbling an apology before dashing from the scene before anyone else notifies. But.. there was something else that he felt. Something that was telling him to quickly wash it off not because of embarrassment but because he felt like no one else deserved to see the proof of your affection... Jealousy, perhaps?

Anyone who dares to say anything negative even remotely related to you to Towa is.. plain stupid. He will react immediately if you're not around to calm him down. So Ren will either get drenched in the rain, dragged around by the wind or.. zapped. Yeah. Towa takes a big pride in being your lover, and he gets protective easily.

Will he act annoyed? Yes. Did he still secretly like it? Of course. Ren doesn't really care what people say both to and about him. He will simply tell the person to kindly shut the fuck up before continuing with his day with his usual blank face. Deep down he's already planning revenge on you though so I would be careful If I were you!

Haru is a sunshine in human form and he greets everyone with a smile, even if people are giving him funny looks in return. Someone even tried to say how stupid he looks but he just laughed it off, leaving the person dumbfounded. It's a natural thing to love and be loved, so why would he be ashamed?

[lizardywizard]

Honestly, we've thought about this a lot.

Like... I identify as nonhuman for my own reasons, which are rooted in a lifelong sense of Being Something Else Actually that I can only really describe by making analogues with gender dys/euphoria. I've personally spent a lifetime trying to unpack why I reject the idea of being human, and I've eventually come down on the side of "y'all are cool, but it's just not for me".

But the idea that plurality is an alternate-to-human concept? Spiritual mediumship and nonhumans reincarnating as human are nonstandard human experiences? In what culture? Because I'm pretty sure I can think of cultures where those experiences are considered either normal enough to be nonremarkable, or minority experiences that are nevertheless common enough to have certain social roles associated with them, often prestigious ones.

To be fair to its coiner, the original definition of alterhuman was very clear about the label being optional, and opt-in - you don't have to identify these things as alterhuman, if you don't feel that they are. But ultimately, the way it was defined in contrast to a specific narrow culture, and the way it's used in practice, still reinforces the idea that these things are abnormal, not really "part" of the Standard Human Experience- which, of course, as you said, is being defined as white and Western and culturally, conservatively Christian. And whether by siding with that binary ("does it make me a freak to wear a tail/wings/pointed ears outdoors? Is it wrong to do quads if you're not a therian? Am I allowed to howl if I'm not a wolf? Am I really this or just faking?") or against it ("stupid humans, I don't have to do anything you say because I'm different!"), the community as a whole reinforces that exceedingly small box as "the one Acceptable way to be human".

I know that that's a trauma response - it's what we've been forced into and told was acceptable, something we're scared of either not performing properly or being forced to conform to. Something we feel we either have to accept with all its rules and constraints, or rail against so that it can never hurt us again. But humanity - and nonhumanity! - can be, is, so much more than that sad little box. Try talking to a park ranger or a conservationist. Look into the different spiritualities of the world, not with intent to adopt a belief system but simply to see what humans have been thinking and feeling and saying about the subjective experience of life for millennia. Read more widely, in general. There's a lot there you might relate to, even if you never feel a mote of humanity in yourself personally.

The alterhuman and otherkin communities are heavily influenced by cultural Christianity but most people aren’t ready to hear that

[lvlybin]

Hanbin who loves and lets you lead the relationship, is literally so happy to get dragged around UNLESS it's the sheets, he calls the shots there and I fear I'm dying on this hill 😔

cw p in v unprotected sex, clit play, edging, dom & sub, mentions of Hanbin calling you Mommy, a little bit of mean Bin?, mirror sex 18+ MDNI

✉️ well yes anon, you absolutely are right. that is literally Hanbin to a T. adding this to my headcannons for him thank you babe >_<

Hanbin very much does everything in his power to make sure his girlfriend is always happy. He lets her boss him around quite often, carrying her bags and doing anything she tells him to. Many of his friends don’t hesitate to remind him that you’re the one to wear the pants in the relationship, how he probably calls you mommy in bed. Hanbin just laughs at their comments.

Because if only they could see you now–pussy dripping your juices just like the tears falling silently down your cheeks as he refuses you an orgasm again. The fifth one in a row, and your clit is starting to try and throb itself to a release. All because you’d indulged in his friends’ jokes. You’d said, "Yes, Hanbin’s the biggest sub I’ve ever seen,” but he’d laughed. He’d laughed, and you’d thought it was fine. But now, in your fuzzy mind, you remember the way his hand had tightened on your thigh as a silent warning. He’d told you you were in for it, and you hadn’t even listened.

“I’m the biggest sub you’ve ever seen, hmm?” Hanbin hums as his thumb brushes over your clit, making your hips jerk. “Then you’ve never seen yourself.” His breath is warm against your ear as he leans closer to you. “Should we change that? I’ve edged you enough, right?” You nod eagerly, wanting him to give in to you. The teasing smile that grows on his face as his thumb traces your bottom lip makes you whine. It’s a condescending kind of expression, like he thinks all you think about was him making you cum. And right now, that was absolutely correct. “Yeah… Let’s fix that.”

His hands are on your hips, flipping you over before you can even process what’s happening. And when you lift your head up from the comforter, you’re met with your reflection in the mirror–your hair’s a mess from the rough treatment, eyes glazed over, and marks littering your skin. Your eyes trail up a bit further to meet his in the mirror. They lack their usual sparkle, much more dark and intense than the looks he gave you in public. There was no objection, this Hanbin was in charge. A sharp gasp leaves you as he slowly begins to ease his length in you, his hands keeping your hips propped up and to keep you from squirming away. Taking his cock was always a bit difficult from the sheer heaviness that it would fill your pussy with.

“Does it turn you on how no one else gets to see you like this?” He punctuates his words with rough thrusts, his balls hitting your clit and you almost scream at the sudden movement. “All cute and submissive. All mine?”

“Yours!” you cry out in response, and Hanbin chuckles. As your whines and moans grow louder, the movement of his hips becomes faster and deeper, giving you the good fucking that’s always necessary to fix your bratty attitude. For the night at least. “Binnie– All yours.” He hums as he watches your half-lidded eyes in the mirror. “Boss me around all you want, but I know what you really need.”

[alllgator-blood]

Hi Tumblr user allIgator-blood River #1 Sham(warm)ura(a) Apologist ,, I may have shown up in your ask box Maybe about three times now ...? I apologize for my cringe </3

The trend of drawing your Shamura has been funny to witness and Therefore I wanted to give in Finally to wanting to draw your design 🫴 ARRHHG. Your designs are eye candy to me

I drew the second one First 😓 They r SO fluffy 🥹🥹.... .... .......,, Awawawa I don't remember if they have pawbeans still But. allIgator-blood, residency of fluffmura 🥹🥹.... SORRY WAIG I FORGOT TO MENTION THAT'S MY SHAMURA ASKING THEM THAT --- GWHDJWJD

Quite honestly you've been a big inspiration for me and why I've improved on art for the past year, I'm somewhat new to digital art and following you has been the same journey I've been on for learning digital art :o)c

I lost track of my old asks soooo long ago so I'm very sorry if you sent in asks I never saw, bUT I DEFINITELY SEE THESE!!! Don't apologize for being "cringe" cause I've gotten some Questionable asks on occasion, and I don't think anything you'd sent in would've qualified as that...

The size difference is killing me, I know your mura is short and while I usually draw mine deflated and shriveled, they're still like the tallest biggest MF in my lore, so it's funny finally seeing these two side by side like this. ACTUALLY I'M JUST ENAMORED BY HOW BIG YOU MADE MY SHAMURA IN GENERAL. I'm sitting over here with my hands clasped together like "waow......" and kicking my legs. I draw post-schism shamura most often but my favorite version of them is for sure before the schism- you did a really good job capturing their vibe from back then, which I can only describe as like. "Kindly soul who has the capacity to throw you through a brick wall, but probably won't. Probably"

I'm happy to hear my art could help you improve with yours, and I'd say digital art is absolutely a worthy endeavor because of the sheer versatility/affordability after the initial cost of setup. I'm terrible at giving advice but if you (or anyone else reading this) ever has questions about how/why I do things, I don't gatekeep, so I'd gladly spill the beans on pretty much anything tbh. The answer is never that exciting but if it helps SOMEBODY then I'd take the time to do it!

[biancadoes1]

The damn red heart through. Why does she always have to use the damn heart!!! Please excuse me but I'm so pissed right now.

Because people made a big deal about the red heart before and she’s used it multiple times since.

A lot of the time these moves (when it comes to Jake) feel like she’s pushing it out there as a way to make it not a big deal because they’re friends but the problem is that we all perceive things differently. And really, no one can fault anyone when we see things like this and interpret it certain ways.

They don’t give us any clue or any clear answer on these things so we all take it differently. I don’t blame people for thinking they’re a couple. I don’t blame people for thinking he’s all about the attention. I don’t blame people for being annoyed by the situation either.

But we gotta remember that we are choosing to be bothered by these things. We’re choosing to believe certain things based off what we see and think.

Getting pissed and reacting (like I did) doesn’t do anything in the long run.

Either way the red heart doesn’t bother me and it shouldn’t anyone else is. I’m sure she enjoys her friend supporting her.

[legendofmorons]

Written in the stars (forever on loop) chapter five - I will wait

Pairing: pre- poly! Chain x reader, Wind & reader

Rating: T

Summary: You spend the day telling people you're leaving, getting dragged into a fight, and having a somewhat honest conversation with Legend. Hyrule is having a very bad time, Four would like everyone to get their shit together so he can have a turn with a breakdown, and Epona is definitely my favorite. (Aka: I drop a bunch of information, smack everyone with the angst stick, and gloss over like three sort of concerning things)

Warnings: cursing, Canon typical violence, angst, blood

Other: If I missed anything, please let me know.

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Morning comes with little fanfare.

Warriors wakes you up carefully, informing you it's time to be alert. You groan, but get up.

You set about getting ready for the day and putting things in the enchanted bag Wind gave you. (The kid is a life saver!)

Once you've gotten your things packed, you find yourself pulling Wind and Sky aside to tell them about your decision before everyone else.

You consider simply not telling them. You could just slip away. You could avoid saying goodbye.

You hate goodbyes.

You could avoid any possible confrontation.

That isn't right, though. Even with all the strange tension the group deserves to know you're leaving. They deserve to know there's one less person to feed.

Wind and Sky especially deserve to know. They've both been so good to you.

It would be a coward's choice to simply disappear and appealing as it is... you know it's wrong.

Wind and Sky deserve better.

Being a better and more healed version of yourself is hard and sucks sometimes. Making mature decisions sucks.

You take a deep breath and try to prepare yourself before you do this.

"Can I talk to you two?" You ask as you approach Wind and Sky.

"Yeah, of course!" Wind answers.

"Sure." Sky says.

You offer a soft smile. "I wanted to tell both of you something before the others."

"That's ominous." Sky says with a weak smile.

"What's going on?" Wind asks, tilting his head.

You take a deep breath. "I'm staying at the next town."

"What?" Sky croaks, eyes going wide.

He looks a little sea sick, but you can't imagine why.

"I'm not going to leave with you, I'll stay at the next town."

"Why?" Wind asks, sounding tense.

You give a weak smile. "I'm not a fighter like you guys. Besides... I'm slowing you all down. I think we can all agree I'm not exactly an adventuring expert."

There's a beat of silence.

"No one is at first," Sky says gently, quick to reassure you.

"Maybe not. But I'm staying at the next town." You say, trying to sound firm without sounding callous.

Wind rolls his eyes. "If this is because Legend is being a little bitch-"

"It's not." You say quickly. "I'm having a lot of things going on in my head, and I need space to sort through them."

"Oh." Wind deflates.

Sky gives you a look somewhere between guilt and relief. "If you're sure."

"I am." You say.

It really does seem like the best plan anyway.

"You're sure this isn't about Legend being a dickbag?" Wind asks.

You snort, "It's not that."

"Fine." Wind sighs. "If this is what you want."

"It is." You say.

Sky gives you a tired smile. "I'm sorry you got dragged into all of this."

"It's not your fault." You say, "Thank you for helping me out."

"Of course." Sky says with a strange hitch of his breath.

Wind rolls his eyes, "What were we supposed to do, leave you there?"

"You could have."

"Who does that?" The teen scoffs.

You shrugs, "Some people."

"Not us." Wind says.

"Not you." The agreement is pulling itself from wherever those strange dreams are from. You believe it, though.

Your The heroes aren't the type to leave anyone stranded like that.

Wind sighs. "Does anyone else know?"

"Time, and Four because he was there when I told Time."

"Four?" Sky blinks.

You nod. "Yes."

"If you're staying at the town, could you send a letter for me?" Wind asks.

You agree, of course you can! It's no work and he's done so much for you.

You let the news sit until after Wild has given everyone breakfast. You sit with Wind, of course. The boy is currently glaring at Legend as if the man did something personal.

Weird.

Why is the sailor so mad at Legend?

Did the veteran say something?

"I have something to tell all of you," You say, words feeling far heavier than you want to acknowledge or admit.

It shouldn't be so hard to tell a group of people that don't seem to want you around that you're leaving.

But...

The dreams....

Something makes it feel wrong to leave. Something is your heart says you're meant to he with this group.

(But that is absolutely ridiculous... right?)

All eyes turn to you except Wind, who is still giving Legend dirty looks.

"What is it?" Warriors asks, brow raising as he appraises your behavior.

"I'll be staying at the next town we find." You say, trying to bite back the abject bitterness about leaving.

"What?" Wild manages.

"Why?" Hyrule asks, face looking like you've struck him.

Okay...

Why do any of them care? You seem to just make them uncomfortable anyway.

"I've got some things to sort out, but I'm also not really a fighter. We all know I'm slowing you down."

"You are not." Sky says.

You smile, "I definitely am."

"It's- not your fault." Wild tries to reassure.

That's very sweet of him.

You laugh a little, "Either way, I'm staying at the next town."

"Are you sure?" Warriors asks.

"Yes."

"Well... Good luck." Four offers tightly.

Legend stays silent, not looking at you. The break is nice, in all honesty.

"I do want to say thanks to all of you, for helping me out and making sure I don't die." You offer with a smile.

"It's not a big deal." Twilight waves off.

"It's what anyone would do." Hyrule says.

You shake your head. "Not anyone."

"It's what we do." Time says.

"You are heroes." You smile a little.

"So we hear." Legend scoffs, glaring at the ground.

You sigh, turning back to your breakfast. This hasn't been the worst interaction, but it hasn't been the best either.

"Don't let him bring you down." Wind nudges you.

"I'm not." You say.

"Good." Sky smiles weakly.

Wind just sighs. "I'm going to miss you. No one else is as fun."

"Hey!" Wild gasps.

You laugh, letting the apprehension from before melt away. There's still an ending that almost seems to loom despite the relief you know you'll receive... but things are good.

Here, in this little bubble made up of you, a teenage scallywag, a grieving but friendly bird lover, and a horse, things are good.

Here you are safe.

All you have to do is ignore the dreams and half memories of your boys the heroes you travel with.

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You take the extra sword and shield that Wild gives you, wearing it on your belt easily enough. Traveling seems both easier and harder now that you know you have a set end point for your adventure.

You may not know how many days before you find a town, but you know every step is a step closer to leaving this group. A step closer to leaving Wind, Sky, and Epona.

Today, you travel beside Four. He's rather quiet, but at least he isn't hostile.

Though... Legend hasn't said but one thing to you since yesterday. He won't look at you now...

It's an improvement.

His constant anger is exhausting.

Four may not be as fun to be around as Wind, or as friendly as Sky, but he does at least steady you if you trip.

He dosen’t give you dirty looks.

Four answers any questions you have with a steady patience, eyes almost glinting violet in the light.

The dirt road you trek along is as monotonous as you may think.

Epona keeps falling a little behind Twilight to get your attention. If you slip her an apple at some point, that's really just between you and Epona. Isn't it?

(Wind notices, and he accuses you of being a pushover for Epona. But what if you are? She's an angel!)

Blue skies with big puffy clouds seem to be common here. Today is no exception.

Wind is just behind you with Hyrule, in front of you Time and Twilight walk.

Epona trails a little behind Twilight, choosing to walk at your side instead.

You pass Epona a bit of carrot while you all stop before a rickety old bridge.

"How many is that?" Wind asks from behind you.

"Not as many as she deserves." You flash a grin over your shoulder.

"Why do you like her so much?" Four asks.

You turn to look at him, and for a moment, you swear his eyes are red...

You hum, "She's a good girl. How could anyone not like her?"

"I guess that's fair." Four says, voice a little too far away.

"You okay, smithy?" Wild asks.

"I'm fine." Four says.

The man isn't particularly convincing, but you aren't sure how to bring it up.

There's the sound of rustling and hooves.

You turn, several others turning with you to find the new sound.

A blue lynel surges forward.

"Fuck me." You hiss.

Maybe it's not polite but really, lynels are evil and awful.

"You have the worst curses." Wind snorts.

Twilight turns and presses Epona's reins into your hands without warning, "Take Epona and get outta here. We'll find ya later."

You feel like you're supposed to argue and try to pull your own weight... but you've never fought a lynel in real life, and getting killed seems bad.

So, taking Epona and leaving it will be.

You grip her reigns and take a deep breath.

Scanning the area, you see a path through the trees that is more of a dirt road truly.

Epona can run faster than you...

The boys launch into fight, and you make the executive decision that riding Epona is a great idea.

You clamber up onto Epona, clumsy and panicking. As soon as you settle your weight on her saddle, you click your tounge, squeezing your knees to her sides for a second.

Regardless of your level of experience with horses, you can safely say you've never had to ride a horse while running from an evil centaur being.

Epona takes off into a gallop towards the path in the trees.

You can hear the others fighting, but for your own sanity, you focus on the reigns in your hands.

"When did they learn to ride a horse?!" Someone calls from behind you.

"FOCUS ON THE FIGHT!" Legend calls back, making more sense than you want to examine.

("Focus on the fight, firefly!" A man calls to you, the smell of malice wafts through the air.)

You need your brain to stop doing these things.

Epona breaks the tree line and jumps over a fallen log without stopping. She dosen’t seem to need much instruction.

"You're doing so good, sweetheart." You tell her, white knuckliing the reigns.

You don't pull on the leather in your hands.

If Epona has a plan, you aren't going to argue.

There's a whistling before a pain blooms in your shoulder.

An arrow connects in your shoulder. And you curse.

Looking over, you see several lizafos and a few like likes.

Shit!

You snap the reigns and squeeze your heels to Epona. "Come on, girl, hurry up."

You glance back and nearly scream. There's a shadow there - ripping through the enemies. It looks a lot like dark Link-

You snap the reigns again. You are not dealing with this.

You need a huge pay raise to deal with this, starting with getting paid at all.

Sometimes fighting is a great choice. This is not one of those times. Fighting an evil demon version of a hero seems like a great way to lose.

Epona starts running, clearing obstacles.

You lean forward, dropping the reigns to hug her neck. You might actually die.

"Fucking Bezos." You huff.

You aren't actually sure how this could be his fault but it sounds good.

The shadow ir whatever that is seems focused on the monsters while Epona runs.

Epona runs until she sees a clearing and then she stops.

You groan, getting off her back and looking at the artow in your shoulder. Ow.

This is such-

There's a panicking whiney from Epona.

You turn, eyes falling onto the Bokoblin who just attacked her with a bat.

What an ass! No one hurts Epona!

Ever.

Rage courses through you.

You take your sword in hand, using the arm without the arrow, of course.

Rushing forwards you engage with the blue bokoblin.

"Not my horse, fuck head!" You growl.

You dodge a sweep of the beasts' club.

Swing.

Duck.

Stab.

Pivot-

Epona nickers, bucking the air and slamming her back hooves into the beasts head.

"Good girl!" You praise.

You deal the finishing blow while the beast is down.

The moment the threat is gone you begin to crash, pain flaring in your shoulder where the arrow still is. Exhaustion seeps into your body.

Epona comes over and nudges your good shoulder.

"Hey, sweetheart." You smile softly.

She chuffs at you.

You laugh softly, "Are you okay, pretty girl?"

She nudges you again before walking forwards so your good arm brushes your arm.

"Are you offering to let me lean on you?" You ask.

Epona chuffs again.

You laugh weakly, energy waning too fast as you lean on her with your good side.

"What a sweet girl." You smile softly.

You sigh, looking at the arrow in your shoulder. The next town can't come soon enough.

Unfortunately you have no fairy or potion, so you suppose you'll just have to wait for the boys to find you.

Hopefully it isn't Legend, you aren't sure you can deal with his attitude right now.

You hear movement before you see it.

"(Y/n)?" A voice calls.

That sounds like Time.

Time emerges with Hyrule amd Wind in tow, gaze falling to you with a hiss of "Goddesses."

"Hi." You say, going to wave with your bad arm and wincing.

"You're hurt." Hyrule frowns.

"At least you left it in." Wind sighs.

"Are the others okay?"

"They're fine." Time says firmly, voice stern even though his hands shake.

You nods. "Good."

"Let me heal you." Hyrule says.

"You don't have to. I'm sure I'll be fine-"

"Don't be stubborn." Wind snorts.

"Fine. Thank you, Hyrule." You say.

Hyrule swallows hard as he comes closer. He won't look at your face but he is unnaturally pale while he stares at your wound.

His hands shake as he reaches up to break the long end of the arrow.

"You have monster blood on you." Wind says as he looks you over.

"Good." You manage, "Stupid thing attacked Epona."

"She isn't bleeding, at least."

"Just bruised- Shit!" You hiss out as the arrow his pulled from your shoulder.

"I'm sorry, honeybee." Hyrule says.

What did he just say?

"What?"

"I know it hurts." Hyrule soothes.

Why did he call you 'honey bee'? Maybe... maybe you misheard?

(You can almost imagine his voice calling you that as he points out stars above you...)

Hyrule's magic washes over you and it feels like the sun coming out from behind the clouds. It's like honeysuckle and summer night breezes.

It feels right. The magic feels like coming home to hot chocolate in a blizzard. It weaves into your being like it's meant to be there.

Those dreams are really messing with your head....

"We're glad you're okay." Time says tightly.

"I'm glad you're all okay." You offer.

"We're heroes, of course we're olay!" Wind declares with a grin.

You can't figure it out.

Time looks like he's pained but you can't find any injury.

Hyrule pulls his hand back from you, magic leaving with them. "Feel better?"

"Yes. Thank you." You smile.

"It's what I do." Hyrule waves off.

"We should go back to the group." Time says.

"Sure, just hang on." You say, procuring another bit of carrot and turning to Epona.

She takes the carrot from your hand happily.

"Really?" Wind laughs.

You nod, putting both hands on Epona's cheeks. "You're such a good girl, sweetheart. You kicking that beast was awesome!"

"She- she kicked a monster?" Time asks, sounding like he might fall over.

You nod happily, "Shs did! It was amazing!"

"Epona is pretty good." Hyrule nods.

Epona just gives a happy snort at your shoulder, as if she is checking that it's better now.

"She is."

"She must like you." Time says.

"I hope so." You smile.

"Let's head back, Wild is making lunch." Wind says, tugging you firward by the hand.

You let him lead you back to the group, Epona, following you with Time and Hyrule in the back.

The walk is slower on foot but you don't mind. Epona deserves a break.

Wind tugs you along until you break the trees and can see the others.

Sky sees you and makes his way over. "Hey."

"Hi." You offer. "You okay?"

"We're just tired. That thing had black blood." Sky waves off. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, Hyrule healed me so I'm good." You shrug, grateful to be pain free in your shoulders.

Sky frowns, "What happened?"

"An arrow got me, but I'm okay."

Wind grins. "They had the good sense to leave it in until it could be treated."

"Oh." Sky squeaks.

You are sure why. Maybe Sky is squeamish? Maybe Hyrule is too actually...

Weird.

But monster blood is different...

Oh well.

"Wild should be just about done with lunch. Come on!" Wind says as he tugs you over to the cook.

Things aren't perfect, and you're still going to leave them behind... but it's nice right now.

Wind's enthusiasm and some good food do wonders for your mood.

You even get a little cat nap in thanks to Sky.

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Legend takes second watch, sending Four off to bed with a yawn and a knowing look. He knows he needs to do perimeter, but first, he wants to make sure everyone is okay.

Sky is half out of his bedroll, face in the pillow and snoring lightly.

You and Wind are near Sky. Wind is sprawled over you, acting half as a blanket thanks to his propensity to moving in his sleep.

You seem peaceful enough, face pressed into the pillow.

Wind flips over and is no longer on you, sprawling sideways out of his bedroll towards Wild. The champion is sleeping like a log.

Hyrule and Twilight sleep near the fire.

Four goes to sleep near Time, the two of them both closer to the fire.

Warriors sleeps on his back, near Sky again.

Legend sets about doing a perimeter check, careful to be as thorough as he can be. He won't let haste doom them.

After his check of the perimeter, Legend goes to sit near the fire again. He's awake enough, but the warmth is always welcome.

After all of his adventures, he's chronically a little cold.

He hears shifting, looking over towards where it is coming from, he finds you.

You're struggling against the blankets in your bed roll, brows knit together.

You make a soft sound.

"Link!" You manage weakly, still asleep.

Legend just stares at you. What are you dreaming that has you acting like this?

You kick your blanket off, continuing to fight against some unknown force.

There's a traitorous part of him that wants to comfort you. The part the hopes against reason that you're his lover who's been reincarnated again, just like always.

He pushes that part down.

"Link look out - she's behind you - Link!" Your voice is small even in your panic. He only hears you because he's awake.

Your face is scrunched up as your arm reaches up.

You bolt upright, eyes flying open with a choked gasp of a name. "Hilda -"

Oh.

Oh no.

You're breathing heavy and Legend -

Legend is having a breakthrough.

"You good?" Legend manages to get out.

Your head whips towards him, shoulders loosening when you see him. You swallow thickly.

"I'm - yeah... yeah... sorry." You manage to get out.

"It's fine." Legend says.

It isn't fine, actually, but that's not your fault.

What he just witnessed shakes lose memories of his lost lover who had the same nightmares about Hilda hurting him over and over.

They - the dreams looked just like whatever you woke up from.

Little details start falling into place.

It's you.

You're here.

What are you doing here?!

Oh.

Oh no.

Legend has been so rude to you. He's been a real piece of shit.

Honestly, he's ashamed. Even if you weren't his soulmate, reincarnated how he's behaved is atrocious. Wild is right about that.

You're still sitting up, trying to slow your breathing down when he looks over again, trying to slow your mind and heart down.

You're- as breathtaking as you've ever been. You always have been, even before he figured out that you really are - well... you.

Have you been having dreams like this from previous lives... the whole time?

Does your Link know?

Where is your Link? You haven't said anything about him at all.

Do you... have a Link? Did he pass?

Have you met him yet?

Legend has about a million questions and no voice to ask with.

He can't help wondering if you know. Do you know who you are?

What you are?

Do you know why they've all been struggling around you?

Can... Can you forgive him for how awful he's been to you?

Legend could kick himself for all of it.

Should...

Should he tell the others?

Is it kinder not to tell them because you're leaving again and staying at the next town?

He probably shouldn't tell them.

What's one more secret?

Legend absolutely owes you an apology, though. Maybe a hundred apologies.

He looks at you again.

You're sitting up, knees drawn to your chest as you try to slow your breathing. You look exhuasted.

How long have you been having dreams from past lives?

"It's not real." You whisper.

Legend swallows hard. He closes his eyes before he opens them and does what he should have done before he ever figured out that, in fact, his beloved trinket.

You are a person, and ever reincarnation soulmate or not, you deserve better from him.

"Do you want to join me?" Legend asks.

Your head whips over to look at him. "I don't want to intrude -"

"I'm offering." He says.

You get up, silently crossing the space to sit on the log with him. There's space between the two of you.

Legend can feel the urge to reach out and pull your close bubble up.

He dosen’t. He dosen’t have that right anymore, especially not after his behavior.

He shouldn't have taken his grief out on you at all, regardless of if you're you or not.

Goddesses. How long has he wasted with you?

"Bad night?" He asks stiffly.

You nod. "Yeah."

"Damn." He says.

You snort, side eyeing him. "Thanks."

"Do you... want to talk about it?" He asks as he looks you over.

You shrug. "Won't matter. Just a lot of weird dreams. Some are nice. Some aren't."

"That sucks."

"It does." You agree. "It's not the biggest problem, though. My sword skills are hit or miss, and I think I might have to fight Twilight for custody of Epona before I leave she seems to like me."

"She does." He agrees, trying to ignore the twinge in his chest at the reminder that you are leaving. "It drives Twilight up a wall. He's jealous."

He knows it's better this way.

He knows that the town will keep you safe from the danger of this quest.

He knows it's for the best.

But it's still losing you.

Again.

He's not even sure he'll find the words to apologize properly before you leave

"He shouldn't be, Epona adores him."

Legend just shrugs. "I don't understand cowboy feelings."

You laugh a little, tense and shaking. But it's the first laugh he's gotten out of you in a long time.

He's missed it. He's missed the way your laugh sounds.

"He's a boyscout who loves his horse." You muse, eyes softening in the firelight. "I guess you don't have Boy Scouts here, do you?"

The question is a genuine one, your gaze turning to him again.

"Uh, no clue what that shit is." Legend shrugs.

Goddesses! How is he supposed to act?!

You obviously don't know about the soulmate reincarnated thing. He can tell, he knows you, and your mannerisms are the same.

If you knew... You'd confront him about it. You wouldn't let them agonize like this if you knew.

He doesn't want to tell you. You don't seem familiar with Hyrule, so he's not sure you've even heard about the soulmates thing.

Besides, before just now, he's been a complete jackass to you!

He's kicking himself for it, but he would bet if he went from that to saying your his soulmate that your head would spin. You wouldn't believe him.

"It's something kids do. They learn survival and camping and sell popcorn." You explain.

"Huh." Legend manages.

"Can... I ask you something?" You ask.

"Sure."

"Did I do something to you?" Your question is fair, but the way you stare into the fire to avoid looking at him hurts.

"No. You didn't..." Legend weighs his options, the way this could play out. He makes his decision. "You just - You're too much like someone I lost."

"Oh." You say, understanding blooming in your lovely eyes.

"Look... I know I've been a real shit, and I know taking my problems out on you isn't fair. I'm sorry I've acted like a real..." Legend pauses, looking for the right words.

"Fucking asshole?" You offer with a half smile.

"Yeah," He breathes out. "I've been a real fucking asshole."

"Your behavior sucks. But, I forgive you, as long as you try to do better." You tell him. "I don't understand it all, but I know grief."

You have always been too forgiving of him.

Legend snorts. "Yeah."

"I don't expect you to be warm and cuddly." You crack a weak smile. "If you could just stop glaring at me all the time, I'd be thrilled."

"Yeah... I've really been an asshole."

"A little." You agree.

Legend raises one eye brow. "Just a little?"

"Okay a lot."

"I know." Legend says.

He does know. He knows because Wild shouted some sense into him. He knows because he examined himself. He knows because of how you watch him wearily.

Legend feels his fingers twitch with the urge to pull you close and keep you warm and safe in his embrace.

He ignores that urge for so many reasons. The biggest reason being that you have shown zero inclination to want that from him.

You seem less tense now, shoulders only a little tense as you watch him.

It's a start.

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Hyrule spends most of the morning hovering near you, right up until Four pulls him away to go gather more firewood for the slate. The fae wants so badly to fight but he knows he is being strange about you.

It's just-

Everyone has a capability for magic, even if the ability is technically so minute it's inconsequential. As a fae Hyrule is very good at magic and can sense magic in others.

When he was healing you yesterday... he felt your magic.

Your magic isn't anything particularly impressive. The magic you possess is enough to use potions and elemental rods but not enough to do a whole lot more.

There's nothing wrong with that, you have rather average magical thresholds so you aren't in danger of potion sickness.

The problem with your magic is that it is yet another almost identical trait you share with his honeybee. Your magic feels like home in ways he thought he could never feel again.

Hyrule has to be losing his mind.

"You need to get your head on right." Four says, interrupting the other man's spiral.

Hyrule looks over and swallows hard. "Right."

"What happened yesterday?" Four asks, eyes almost looking red for a second.

Hyrule takes a slow breath, readjusting the wood in his arms. "They got hurt yesterday... when I was healing them- their magic is- Why do they have to be so much like my honeybee?"

Four sighs. "I don't know."

"Is there any chance they're our (Y/n)?"

"I wouldn't get your hopes up." Four says firmly, eyes glinting blue for a moment.

Hyrule feels his face crumple. "I just-"

"I know." Four says, "We all know. But getting your hopes up is only going to hurt yourself worse."

"It already hurts."

Four takes a slow breath, pushing Blue's anger and Red's tears away. He understands both feelings and would love to give in to either, but he can't fall apart right now.

Right now, the blacksmith needs to keep it together against the grief beating in his heart and the splitting headache he can't escape.

"Hyrule, grief never goes away completely but you can drown in it. Our soulmate would hate to see you drown I it."

"Four..."

"You just have to hold on until we reach the next town."

Hyrule winces, "I don't know if I can."

"You have to." Four says with nothing but empathy. "We all have to."

"Just until the next town?"

"Just until then."

Hyrule sighs, swallowing hard. "Okay."

Four looks back the way they came, "We should head back."

"Who's supposed to be protecting them today?" Hyrule asks.

"I think that's Twilight and Wild."

"Okay." Hyrule says.

Four gives a weak smile, eyes almost looking green. "We're going to be okay."

"I know."

"Come on, we should hurry. Legend was being weird and I really don't want to deal with Wind trying to set the vet on fire with dirty looks." Four says as he turns to head back.

Hyrule gives a weak, performatory laugh. "Yeah... me neither."

The two make their way back to camp, silence filtering heavy in the air.

When they get back they nearly drop the woof in their arms.

You and Wind are sparring with the wooden swords again, except this time Legend is laughing when you trip over air but he offers you his hand silently.

Four is pretty sure something is weird. Legend went from so hostile you two didn't share any positive interactions to withdrawn, and now he's offering to help you up.

"Is that a changeling?" Hyrule whispers.

"I don't know."

"What did we miss?" Hyrule wonders.

Four just sighs, "Who knows."

They watch you take Legend's hand with a 'thanks'.

Hyrule sighs. "At least Wind dosen’t have to be pissy."

"Be nice." Four huffs, the tug of his lips gives him away, though.

Hyrule and Four take one last moment to remind themselves that this is just until the next town. They can pull through.

They have to.

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In the trees, a panther lounges, watching the group of heroes, but the animal's interest lies far more in the horse and the non-hero.

It's almost time for the large cat to introduce themself. The next town is soon, and the feline is tired of playing the long game.

By nightfall, the panther should finally be able to get to the non-hero.

Soon.

Soon, everything will be much better.

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[runawaycatwalker]

Part 32. Her Consideration (Midnight Rendezvous, Part B)

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Ladybug sits on her chaise lounge cross-legged and with head in her hands.  Chat Noir moves to sit down beside her.

Ladybug: Can I think about this first?

Chat Noir: Of course.  You can take all the time you need.  But, since I'm here, I can lend an ear and give you my opinions.

Ladybug: I assume that you'd prefer that I find out your identity?

Chat Noir: I support whichever option you pick—even neither.  Just not both.

Ladybug: If I pick the Catwalker option, it'd be bad if Mayura ever decides to reveal you.  But I'm not so sure she would—she could have told me who you are when we talked, but she deliberately didn't.

Chat Noir: Maybe she's happy to keep my identity to herself if she thinks it gives her the advantage?

Ladybug: Maybe...

Ladybug lays back on the chaise lounge, raising her hands up towards the ceiling, while Chat sits beside her.

Ladybug: And if I picked you instead...?  I still wouldn't know how to deal with Catwalker.

Chat Noir: You might not have to.  Just let him have another chance and see what he does.

Ladybug: And if he does something terrible?  I couldn't forgive myself if he used his Cataclysm on someone else.

Chat Noir: What do you mean 'someone else'?

Ladybug: I'm pretty sure he killed his mom to stop her from finding out his identity.

Chat Noir holds up his hands in deeply disturbed protest, while Ladybug points a finger up at him.

Chat Noir: No.  That's... No.  That never happened.

Ladybug: He was alone with his mom, so you can't be sure he didn't lie to you about what he really did.

Chat Noir: He's not hiding things from me.  I'd definitely know if he was.  He has a... tell when he lies.  Not anything that anyone else could spot, but to me?  It’s extremely obvious.  And completely foolproof.

Ladybug: So if I pick Catwalker's 'truth', you'll tell me how to notice his 'tell' too?

Chat Noir: Not directly, but...

Ladybug sits up as Chat points towards her with a smile.

Chat Noir: You'd get on his wavelength, understand how he really thinks.  You'd know what lengths he would—and wouldn't—go to.  It'd be abundantly clear why I trust him despite his failings.  It'd almost be like it was before—it'd feel right again, but without any doubts.  And it would mean him knowing that he can open up his heart to you.

Ladybug: Just because he could let me know him, it doesn't mean he wants that.

Chat Noir: Everyone wants to be known—that includes him too.  And he'd be so forthcoming if he knew he didn't have to lie about everything anymore.

Ladybug rubs the back of her neck as she raises a contradictory finger.  Chat rubs his arm and looks evasive.

Ladybug: He'd tell me everything?  Because I know he hasn't told me the full truth about Adrien and doesn't want to...

Chat Noir: Ah.  That's... a bit of a touchy subject.  I know everything, but... I can’t talk about the Adrien situation without permission.

Ladybug: Catwalker's gagging you?

Chat Noir looks towards Ladybug, holding up a hand to halt her line of thinking.

Chat Noir: No!  I have Catwalker's consent to tell you anything I want about him.  This is something else.  A promise I made to someone.

Ladybug: And this 'someone' is...?

Chat Noir: I can't tell you right now.  But you definitely trust them.  I'm trying to get their permission to divulge the details to you, but... they have other priorities.  You shouldn't make knowing about Adrien the deciding factor for choosing Catwalker.

Ladybug squeezes her pillow in exasperation.  Chat Noir leans backwards in contemplation.

Ladybug: I hate this.  I hate that no matter what, there's still going to be secrets.

Chat Noir: I know.  I hate it too.  Whenever you kept me in the dark, I always felt the urge to break something, it was so frustrating.  But now that I'm on the other side, I think it's safe to say that keeping all the secrets feels just as horrible.  I desperately want to scream the truth from the rooftops, but I have to bite my tongue.  It's only because I know that you'd have wanted me to keep these secrets that I've been able to hold back.

Ladybug holds out her hands in front of her as Chat watches.

Ladybug: You make it sound like lying is harder than telling the truth.

Chat Noir: Isn't it?

Ladybug: No!  I've had to lie so much, I make up excuses without even thinking anymore!  To say nothing of all the things I'm too much of a coward to admit to anyone I care about!

Chat Noir: You're not a coward.  You're one of the bravest people I know.

Ladybug: You wouldn't think that if you knew what I've kept from you.

Chat Noir: Try me.  Not that you have to divulge everything.  But I'm happier when you let me in.  It's better than being left in the dark without even knowing the reason why.

Ladybug: You would know, wouldn't you...?

A closeup of Ladybug clenching her hands, with Chat Noir placing his hand on hers.

Ladybug: Chat, I never told you this, but... we have shared identities before.

Chat Noir: I’m guessing this was during Oblivio since I don’t remember?

Ladybug: No.  Well, maybe then too, but that's not what I'm talking about.  There have been at least two other times where we ended up finding out who the other person was.  Both times, it was so disastrous that time travel was necessary to fix it.

Chat Noir: What happened?

Ladybug: One I don’t really know.  The other… I wish I didn’t.

Chat Noir: Please tell me.

Flashback to “Chat Blanc,” after water covers all of Paris and the moon is destroyed.  Chat Blanc fights himself as he raises a Mega Cataclysm to the sky.  The destroyed form of Ladybug holds out her hand in front of her.

Ladybug (voiceover): You... you got akumatized after learning my identity.  And at the point in the timeline when I arrived…?  Chat...  There was no one left.

Cut back to Chat Noir, lost in the darkness of this revelation.

Ladybug: Chat?  Please say something.

Chat Noir: I can't tell you my identity.  If me being akumatized means I... I kill everyone...?  No one can ever learn who I am...

Ladybug embraces Chat Noir, holding him tight.

Ladybug: No!  You have it wrong, Chat!  I assumed that the problem was us sharing our identities.  That knowing too much made one of us get akumatized.  But there's another explanation.

Cut to the image of Chat Noir and Ladybug fist-bumping as civilians, wearing ‘I ♥ LB’ and ‘I ♥ CN’ t-shirts and splashes of their hero costumes.  Unbeknownst to them, Mayura is behind them, watching.

Ladybug (voiceover): In Chat Blanc's world, we must have become close as civilians.  But Mayura was watching.  She would have noticed when we acted too much like we do as Ladybug and Chat Noir.  That's what must have led to Hawkmoth ambushing you.  They targeted you while you were vulnerable, only for it all to backfire.  This time it's different.

Cut back to Ladybug holding Chat Noir’s face in her hands as tears continue to stream down his face.

Ladybug: Mayura did ambush you ...and you got away.  I can't imagine what you sacrificed to get away.  But me learning your identity can’t lead to total destruction.  Not anymore.  You already escaped that fate.  There's nothing stopping me from learning who you really are now, Chat.  So I know what I choose: It's you.

A closeup of Chat Noir’s apprehensively yearning face, Ladybug reflected in his eyes.

Chat Noir: But what about Catwalker?  You still don’t trust him.

Ladybug: This is more important.  You are more important.  You've already given me something about Catwalker I didn't have before: Your certainty.  That will have to be enough.  You always trusted me without knowing why.  Now it's my turn to trust you.  Because you need this more than I do.  To let your heart be fully known to the one person you've always wanted to share it with.  I've seen what happens when you have no one.  And maybe this way you'll still be able to have me.  I want you to feel safe knowing that I’ll always be looking out for you, no matter what side of the mask you’re on.  So please, Chat: Who are you?

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[kesujo]

Please Rank these different Taeyeon scenarios from hot to I’ll go feral and we’ll fuck non stop for months. Thank you hehe. Also which ones are your favorites?

Mother

Step-mother

Mother-in-law

Older sister

Noona Taeyeon

Baby sitter when you were younger

Best friends mother

Older next door neighbor

Neighborhood MILF

Boss

Older coworker

Teacher

Random stranger you hook up with.

A voyeuristic/exhibitionist Taeyeon

Older Taeyeon but submissive to a younger male.

If you don't mind, I'll be taking your prompt extremely literally (without taking into account the fact that I'm demisexual). You'll see what I mean when I get there :D

This is going from most favorite to least favorite.

Older Taeyeon but submissive to a younger male. This one is goated for sure. Taeyeon is older than me, and I think I prefer to be dominant, so this pretty much perfectly fits my current situation (I guess I should put a disclaimer here to say that, of course, I don't ever anticipate, like, being able to have a chance with Taeyeon ever xD). Yeah, not too sure what else to say here.

Taeyeon is mommy, but she also gives off pretty submissive vibes sometimes. 😌

Also, look at that shirt. Even offering her youth to me. Very submissive, very breedable. I will be taking no further comments, thanks.

Older next door neighbor / Neighborhood MILF I know there's quite a big difference between these two, but honestly, they're both equally hot in my mind. One is just someone who lives nearby, while the other, I imagine, compensates for that by being more flirty and whatnot. Either way, this one is nearly tied with the above, and maybe in fact I would place higher if I thought about it more ... I guess there's something about the hot, older woman neighbor that's just dents my brain.

Cutie-pie, def gives next-door-neighbor vibes here, no?

And then, the neighborhood MILF ... yep, brain dented.

Older coworker Being a coworker invites lots of natural everyday interaction, which is always a plus. The only negative is if there's any fallout, then things may become awkward, but then again, didn't a lot of people meet by being coworkers before dating apps were a thing? But yeah. Being able to see her every weekday, or nearly every weekday, is a huge plus, and even more if there are company dinners and stuff. All of these 4 scenarios are very good ones in my book

Taeyeon walkin up to be like this, I will do anything you want me to do. Ma'am. Respectfully.

Noona Taeyeon Not too sure what this meant, so I just took this to mean, like, Taeyeon but she's your senior in something, like taekwondo classes or something. Taeyeon gives massive noona energy, and I feel like she treats her dongsaengs pretty well, so this one is also a pretty good scenario. Very nice. Would love to be in this scenario with her. (:

Some may recognize this outfit as the same one I used for the fic I dropped for her birthday this year. Gives some pretty serious Noona vibes though, no? Or, maybe this one, too

Yep. Would.

Boss This one is ... sorta troublesome? There's some power dynamic, but on the other hand, that's sorta hot? I don't know, man. Taeyeon can boss me around all day is what I'm sayin. I'd work so much overtime if Taeyeon was my boss.

I'm not really one to do overtime, but ... I mean, are you telling me if your boss looked like that, you aren't immediately complying with any of her requests to work overtime? And, in return, she'll grant me some favors...? 😳

A voyeuristic/exhibitionist Taeyeon Wasn't really sure where to put this one, tbh. On one hand, I don't really like the idea of the girl I'm seeing being seen by others, but on the other, you aren't asking about that. A Taeyeon who loves to show off her assets is almost nearly what we have in this timeline, which is to say, it is a very nice situation. A voyeuristic/exhibitionist Taeyeon would be showing off a little bit more, I guess? Showing off more of her ass maybe, the occasional nip slip, or perhaps some underboob ... 🤤

pretty much, technically SFW voyeur Taeyeon.

Random stranger you hook up with I said I'm not going to take my demisexuality in mind here, but in general, I don't really see much appeal to hooking up with strangers. BUT, IF THAT STRANGER IS TAEYEON ... I mean, I can make exceptions to the rule. Taeyeon is my exception to pretty much any rule.

Like, you're telling me Taeyeon walks up to me like this and smiles at me like this, that I'm not gonna smash? Nope, definitely gonna smash.

Teacher There's some power dynamics at play here again. Gonna sorta ignore the pedophilia thing, because even if you were to say it's an 18-year-old high schooler (and, since it's a teacher and not professor, I'm assuming this isn't a college teacher), that's still a little ... YEAH, SO IGNORING THAT, teacher Taeyeon is a pretty hot concept.

Point proven.

Starting here is the area of, well, I guess, 'no pretty much no matter what' kinda deal.

Best friends mother This one, although it's not wrong in any way, just sorta feels like you're doing something bad. Like, imagine finding out your best friend was secretly sleeping with your mother behind your back ... yeah, that wouldn't be too fun to find out. At least, for me.

Step mother This would imply that she's married to my father - this is a step removed from below, Mother-in-law, which I have below, but ... yeah, not too keen on helping someone cheat, especially if I know my partner's significant other, and especially if that significant other is someone I care about.

Mother-in-law Taeyeon being my Mother-in-law assumes that I'm married, which would mean that I would, presumably, be in love with my wife, which would not be ... very conducive to wanting to fuck her, I'd say :p

Baby sitter when you were younger This is basically pedophilia...? I mean, the hot baby sitter is a trope and everything, but ... yeah ... as I said, sorry, but I'm taking this extremely literally xD

Mother Everyone knows the Oedipus Complex that speculates that a man is most attracted to a woman that is similar to his own mother (there's probably more to this, but that's what's relevant here), but if I'm understanding this properly, it's not saying that the man is attracted to his own mother, just a woman like her. All that to say, yeah ... if Taeyeon was my mother, I'd maybe be a lucky boy because I don't have a reason to suspect that Taeyeon would be a bad mother, but I wouldn't want to have sex with her if I were her son.

Older sister In my books, older sister is definitely worse than mother, especially since I have an older sister and I'm pretty close to her. As much as both are pretty repulsive, I'd say siblings are more likely to be closer and therefore, it's weirder/worse in this scenario?

I guess the 'appeal' of Mother/Baby sitter is that this woman is your caretaker and that translates into sexual attraction, or something? Idk, tbh.

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