#but it felt like i was fighting the cc while making her

[birb--birb]

Can't believe I forgot to post photos of my inky when she showed up in veilguard!!!!! I kinda rushed so I'm not 100% happy with her design, but gosh hearing her voice again made me tear up🥹💕

LMAO forgot to add the photos ohmygod anyways here Ellaika, she believes she can save the egg but has been dwelling on the fear that she might not be able to

[kaiokentimesten]

The stuff with q!Wilbur and Tallulah is SO GOOD. like

q!Wilbur is a spoiled brat who expects everything to go his way. He has no issue drifting from place to place, never staying for long. And then, on this island, he finds a kid, abandoned in the adoption center. She looks just like him, and the first thing he thinks is "oh no, I can't do this". He tells her he can't take on that responsibility. But then, he does it anyway. You could argue that maybe he didn't really have a choice (the egg looks like him), but you could also argue he always did

He spends time with her while he can. He gives her a pretty name and he tries to raise her with pacifism in mind. Saying "You don't need to fight, you can just stand back and let me protect you!" when he can't even protect himself. He teaches her how to play guitar and sings her songs. "You were the person I asked for and even more."

And then he leaves. Days go by, then weeks, then months. Circumstances change, and Tallulah can't be a pacifist. qPhil raises her, teaching her how to fight and survive. He's there for Tallulah more than qWilbur could ever even hope to be, and Tallulah's attitude starts to change. For a while, she was hard on herself, feeling unloved because her only parent was gone. She felt bad that she viewed Phil as a father more, and the guilt nearly ate her alive until Phil reassured her that he considered her a daughter from the moment he started taking care of her

Then, Tallulah disappears, and the midst of chaos, Wilbur comes back. Immediately, he's taken aback, and he scolds the other parents for seemingly doing nothing. But, what has he done? At least the others were here. His fight with Phil and subsequent actions show off just how little he understands how things work on the island. He goes "well, I'm the one thinking LOGICALLY here while everyone else is just acting on EMOTION", all the while he spends the whole time throwing tantrums and starting fights. He really thinks leaving her a letter and playing a song will bring her back. Meanwhile, Phil's sent to purgatory, fighting tooth and nail to find her and bring her home

When they finally find the eggs, Tallulah's not even surprised that Wilbur isn't here. It's "papa Phil" and "Wilbur" now. She's jaded, and she has every right to be. Wilbur can make all of the promises in the world, but if he's not here, what good is his word?

Of course, from a meta perspective, I don't think this was cc!Wilbur's intention. He said he would've written more letters, but he was so busy that he couldn't. However, the story's moved on without him, and I am very eager to see how he decides to play this, because Tallulah and qWilbur's dynamic is definitely changing, and it's not for the better

[rosiebeetle]

Can I request a fluffy Beej x reader? I can’t think of any specifics other than career woman reader (gender neutral works too)

I'm gonna be so real w u idk what career woman rlly means but I hope I got it right!! Using no names in this was kinda hard tbh 😭😭 but I hope u like it! And I hope beej isnt to cc I haven't written non domesticated beej in a while..

She felt like her eyes were getting heavier by the second. She was starting to regret agreeing to run the store for the maitlands, running a business was harder than she thought. Who knew there were so many different kinds of screws?? Coffee stopped working ages ago but she had to finish up making supply orders.

The laptops blue light burned and she could feel her vision basically getting worse as time went by. Maybe closing her eyes for a moment wouldn't be so bad.. Just a few seconds.

An hour later she was woken up by a cold hand on her shoulder. “WHAT I'M UP-” she yelled, wiping the drool off her face and eyes darting around the room until she heard snickering from behind her. She turned the chair and saw beej laying down in the air snickering at her.

She rolled her eyes at him. “Asshole” she muttered, turning back to her work. She was about to delete the long paragraph of E's she had accidentally typed until she got spun right back around.

“You've been working all day” Beetlejuice whined like a child. “You didn't even come eat dinner when Darla-” “Delia” she corrected. “Right right Delilah called us down.”

“I'm busy on Fridays you know this by now beej” she tried to turn her chair back around but his grip stopped her.

“And I'm bored on Fridays! Let's go watch a movie, maybe terrorize some teenagers that are smoking at the park” he grinned, shaking the chair slightly.

“Go ask Lydia to hang out with you, I'm busy” she crossed her arms, glaring up at him.

“Lydia's with prunes and burps” he stuck out his tongue making a fake gag noise.

“Prudence and bertha.” She corrected him again. “Go ask Adam or barbara if they need anything then”

“The last time I helped them with something the stove blew up” he looked down at her, she was still in her work clothes from the shop. Snapping his fingers she was changed into a long sleeves sleeping shirt with skulls on it and fuzzy sleeping pants with bats and pumpkins. “I wanna watch the new terrifier and you are gonna watch it with me” he grinned.

“For the last ti- HEY!” He had picked her up and slung her over his shoulder. “Beetlejuice I need to finish up the supply order!”

“Watch it with the name babes and you have all weekend to do that! Your fighting a losing battle right now” he carried her down the stairs and plopped her down on the couch. He dug through his pockets and pulled out some Reece's pieces popcorn and a CD of terrifier 3.

“How the hell did you even get that? It's barely been out in theaters.” by the time she was on the couch she accepted her fate and just decided to indulge in some relaxation.

“I'm dead and I got sick ass powers, your smart you should know this by now” she narrowed his eyes. “You stole it didn't you”

He grinned wide and nodded. “sold like 12 of them on ebay the highest bid is at 1,000” he stuck out his tongue slightly as he snapped and everything poofed into place with a light green smoke. The movie was starting, beej was pressed against her and he already was stuffing his face with popcorn. The lights were off but there was a weird orange light coming from somewhere. She didn't bother looking because her eyes didn't feel strained for the first time in hours.

“if I puke your dealing with it” he hummed in response and wrapped a arm around her shoulders, nails gently scratching. That Dickhead was trying to put her to sleep! It obviously wasn't gonna work..

Her eyes started to feel heavy. She forced them wide as she stared at the tv but then a hand started scratching at her scalp and she was slowly getting laid down, head resting on beetlejuice's thigh. Maybe a few minutes of sleep wouldn't hurt. Before she let her eyes shut she felt a kiss being pressed to her head and a soft but gruff “I love you” being spoken before beej cackling at a woman getting stabbed- or bit? She couldn't see. She let her eyes close and the warmth of beej relax her as she drifted off.

[picksnrolls]

Iowa CC getting feisty and bossy and Kate fucking the attitude out of her... She's her captain after all

Sorry it took me so long to get this out Anon but I hope this it to your liking. And anyone else's.

Halftime Adjustments

Warnings- 18+ Smut

The buzzer sounded alerting the end of the first half. Hawkeyes were down 19 to an unranked non conference team. CC had gone 1 for 8 in the second quarter and missed 3 free throws in a row. To make matters even worse she was yelling at the refs and barely passing to any open players except for Stuelke who was having her own nightmare defensive matchup. 

Kate had to talk her teammates down 3 times already and try to keep Caitlin from launching her water bottle at the coaching staff during a timeout near the end of the first quarter. 

The whole team was having an off game but 22’s antics were wearing everybody's nerves thin. Monika did all she could to keep the players on the court focused and let Kate try to work her usual magic with their star point guard but there was only so much she could really say or do in a public setting and stage. 

Kate gripped Caitlin's wrist as they jogged back to the guest locker room, the latter trying to tug away but only felt the hold become tighter. 

“Let fucking go of me!" Caitlin hissed out. 

When the hold didn't drop she ripped her arm away only to have her whole body directed into one of the offices in the back with the blinds pulled tight on both the window and door.  

" What the fuck are you doing right now, Kate?!” 

Kate’s face remained neutral until the door shut, her eyes blazed and narrowed, brows pinched together with heavy annoyance. She had Caitlin pressed face down over the old metal desk, legs kicked apart, ass a little higher in the air than expected. She had roughly 20 lbs on her but once Caitlin was in rage mode her strength really knew no limits. The movements were happening so fast Kate had taken her teammate off guard, allowing her to grab a hold of her shorts and sport briefs and rip them as far down as they'd go.

" You wanna throw tantrums on the court and yell in people's faces huh? Boss everyone around and act like you're in control hmmm?" Kate plunged two fingers deep inside Caitlin’s surprisingly wet center as she growled in her ear. The office wasn't that far away from where the rest of the team was and she knew she had maybe 3 to 4 more minutes before the coach would be expecting them to be sat with everyone. 

Caitlin was trying to pull her shorts back up and knock Kate back when her arm was trapped behind her forcing her back down face first. The force with which Kate pumped into her had her confused at first and then aroused which led to her stopping fighting it. She was drenched from sweat and now her own slick coating her inner thighs and Kate's hand.

Kate pulled out, wrapped her arm around the girl beneath her and went to work on her clit, rubbing tight fast circles. It took barely a  minute and she had her shaking and whimpering and blinking back the white spots from her vision. She fisted her ponytail, yanking her head back far enough so she could look her in the eye while demanding entrance into her mouth with her cum soaked fingers. 

Caitlin cleaned them as much as she could while trying to catch her breath and process what exactly had happened and how quickly. They enjoyed the occasional quickie here and there but never in the middle of a game and never like this.

“Now as your captain and leader I expect your attitude to be adjusted. Pull yourself together, fix your hair and be back out at your spot immediately after. Understood?”

Caitlin nodded while still remaining slumped across the desk, she was just regaining control of her breathing.  

Barely a minute later Caitlin sat down at her locker, jersey tucked back into her shorts and hair fixed, with no signs of it having been pulled from its normal pony. She mumbled a soft sorry to the group without making eye contact with anyone.

The team went on to win the game with a late 3rd quarter push, 22 leading the way with 21 2nd half points and 7 assists, 4 to her teammate, captain, and girlfriend. 

[angelsanarchy]

Elecktrick Children: One Long Weekend- Epilogue Clyde + Y/n

Tagging:@roryculkinluvr@siriuslymooned@cc-luvr@crypticsewerslut@icarus-star@desert-springtime@shady-the-simp@izuoyarmin@mayathepsychic1999

Clyde had come home from working and immediately got in the shower. He wanted to be ready to receive Y/n once she got home because of her terrible work week. Since moving in with one another, Clyde found that they had fallen seamlessly into a life together, having dinner every night, still going to shows on the weekends. He had even taken her home to meet his dad and step mom. Their lives revolved around one another in the best ways possible.

Y/n was exhausted. She had recently gotten a new position with a magazine and he criticized every one of her photos and yet still made sure to use them on the best articles. She had to actually fight for him to "remember" to credit her on the bottom of the photos just so she could get a paycheck. She spent her whole lunch break complaining to Clyde about him and asking him if they could just kill him and toss him in the desert. Clyde had offered her a compromise that she seemed to be okay with.

Now she was finally on her way home with take out ready to spend the weekend with Clyde as he had promised that once she got home, he would get her insanely high, rub her feet and let her beat him in any Nintendo game she wanted. She carried her bags inside and could see Clyde had already pulled out plates and the weed tray.

"I'm home!" She called out and Clyde walked out in only black sweatpants, bare feet and wet hair fresh from the shower.

"Hey baby, I've already got everything set out. I'm going to roll at least 3 joints since its been a tough week." Clyde started to turn the TV on and Y/n dropped the food on the counter, stripping her bags off and staring at him. She hadn't felt this feral in a while just staring at her boyfriend in his most pure form.

"Go get comfortable, I'll bring the food over to the-"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" She finally spoke and Clyde froze, still crouched down in front of the TV. He looked confused.

"Um...what?" He asked almost concerned by the look of digust on her face.

"You...look at you." Clyde looked down at himself before staring.

"What? What's wrong?" He stood unsure of what she was referring to.

"You can't just be a perfect boyfriend and insanely fucking sexy in just sweatpants." She had crossed the floor towards him and ran her hands down his chest making him let out a sigh.

"Jesus Christ, you gave me a fucking heart attack." He ran his hands through his hair and Y/n kissed him.

"Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are?" She whispered against his lips. He put his hands on her hips and smiled into the kiss.

"Yeah? I guess a shower really does it for you." Clyde teased as she dropped to her knees and raked his sweats down, exposing his cock in front of her. Clyde jumped slightly at the exposure to the air. She didn't waste any time taking him down her throat and sucking. Clyde groaned looking down at Y/n going to work on his cock like she couldn't help herself.

"Y/n fuck..." Clyde let his hands rest on either side of her head, carefully thrusting into her mouth. She cupped his balls and rolled them between her fingers making his body jolt.

"God you suck my cock so good. I love you so much." He bit his lip, trying not to bust too quickly.

"Where do you want me to cum?" Clyde asked out of breath, nearing his climax.

"Do you have two in you?" She pulled off and looked up through her lashes at him. He shook his head unsure if he could reboot that quickly.

"I already hit the bong so probably just one right now." Y/n gave one more long pull from his cock before standing yanking her panties down her legs and pushing him to sit on the couch. She climbed into Clyde's lap and lowered her dripping pussy onto his cock making them both let out shivering groans. All Clyde could do was hold onto her hips as she rode his cock without any hesitation. She was fucking herself on his cock like it was to save his life.

"Oh fuck Clyde." She whined holding onto his shoulders and raking her fingernails down his pecs. Clyde was on the edge and started thrusting up to match her pivoting her hips down. Her groans turned to screams and Clyde gripped her hips tightly, bruising the skin of her hip as he cum inside of her. Y/n kept saying "yes" as she rode Clyde's cock into her own orgasm slowing her hips and letting her head fall onto his naked shoulder.

He wrapped his arms around her, letting her catch her breath. He could feel both his cum and her own run down his cock as he stayed buried inside of her. When she finally lifted her head to look at him, he laughed.

"Can we do this all weekend?" She asked sweetly and he nodded his head.

"Are you serious? We can stay naked and never leave this fucking couch." Clyde pushed her hair off her face and she returned with her own laugh. They were just two crazy kids in love and enjoying everything that comes with it.

They spent the rest of the weekend, wrapped up in one another, eating take out, playing Nintendo and fucking.

[jazzajazzjazz]

My thoughts on DAV for anyone who gives a shit:

Heavy spoilers under cut (read at your own risk)

Stuff I liked:

* The abundance of book/comic characters that made appearances. I really enjoyed meeting a character and excitedly saying ‘oh it’s [NAME]!’ Evka and Antoine were absolutely wonderful and I adore them and would die for them

* The environments are stunningly beautiful, particularly Treviso. I also love how darkly oppressive and hopeless Hossberg felt. And the Necropolis are you KIDDING ME 😭😍

* Generally speaking I enjoyed the companions and how they were written. Emmrich was absolutely my favourite but I also loved Davrin and Bellara, and I found Neve and Lucanis very endearing also.

* Bellara being more than the token quirky girl was such a wonderful surprise

* The CC is SO fun to play with like wow

* Boss fights are pretty cool

* Act 3 battle in Minrathous was a lot of fun

* English fem Rook’s voice is fantastic and it’s so refreshing to hear a Geordie accent (my own accent, no less!) in DA

* Combat is a lot of fun and for the first time playing a mage in DA I actually felt dangerous.

* Ghilly is just so cool and utterly unhinged. I dreaded her next scene because I wondered what other abominable shit she could possibly do

Stuff I disliked:

* The romances are utterly lackluster. I romanced Davrin and while I adore the man and enjoyed the scenes I got with him there was barely any chemistry between he and Rook. By the time they slept together they had kissed twice (and that was in ONE scene). The flirty lines are barely even flirtatious at all. And why can’t we kiss our LI’s whenever we want? Why would you take that away???

* Why isn’t there any option to just….talk to your companions? Ask them questions? Ask Neve about her most infamous cases, her upbringing, who designed her badass prosthetic. Ask Davrin about his clan, how long he’s been a Warden, and about some of the monsters he’s hunted. Make the companions feel like they have….I dunno, lives?

* Why boast that your game has nudity when it doesn’t even make an appearance outside of the CC? Even then it was just tits?

* Where is the cruelty of Thedas? The injustice? The slavery? The racism? My Rook is an elf from Minrathous for goodness sake. (and don’t use this point of mine to accuse me of ‘fantasising about racism’ like one smoothbrained fuck on reddit did) But if you’re gonna establish that your world has these terrible things and then said terrible things just sort of vanish or aren’t mentioned then it looks like HR was in the room with the writers.

* Taash’s weird ass writing

* Inconsistencies in the quality of voice acting. I’m not talking about audio but the acting itself. Sometimes Neve’s performance was very weak.

* The music is completely forgettable and Trevor Morris should have been brought back. The theme that played during the boss fight with Ghilly made me exclaim (OUT LOUD) ‘The fuck is this shit ass music?’

* Why didn’t Maevaris have her gorgeous blonde curls what did you do to her

* Dorian was just there because Dorian. Same with Isabela. Thank god they didn’t bring Fenris back 🙏

* The Varric twist is just kinda dumb

* Solas doesn’t really act very Solas-y? 🤷🏻‍♀️

* Having to choose between Davrin or Harding felt so forced to me. Making it so the one you pick can die if you haven’t built up their loyalty? Okay, I can buy that. Especially since late act 2/act 3 of this game is very much a DA version of ME2. But I guess Harding will always be my choice because honestly even with the Titan stuff I found her boring

* Basically everything coming back to ‘it was the Elves!!!!’ is boring

* Rendering the previous games obsolete/pointless was a spineless decision made by the writers and I hope they feel bad about it

* The Executors twist is pathetic and ridiculous and I completely disregard it

* We could have had a quest where we rescue/encounter whoever was left behind in the Fade in DAI? Wow fuck you too

Companion Ranking

1 - Emmrich - everything I hoped for and more. He’s eccentric, he’s goth af, he’s almost excessively polite, and he is just an absolute delight to be around. He’s wonderful and I adore him. I will absolutely be romancing him next when I feel like doing another playthrough.

2 - Davrin - I’ll readily admit that I’m a bit biased because Davrin was my LI and is utterly gorgeous but that being said I love him to bits. I love his arc of basically working out how to be a dad to Assan. I love his confidence, and I’m a sucker for a tough guy character with a cute hobby. And I was HELLA invested in getting those damn griffons back.

3 - Bellara - I mentioned above that I was relieved that Bel was so much more than the token quirky girl and my god was she a breath of fresh air. At first I still wasn’t sold on her because of that tonal whiplash in Act 1 but once I gave her the time she needed I related to her more and more.

4 - Neve - Again I may be biased as I played a SD Rook and I love detective characters but I thought Neve was great. Her relationship with my Rook was like that of a big sister and I bought it completely. I love how she wonders aloud about problems and mysteries.

5 - Lucanis - I like Lucanis, don’t get me wrong. But I feel like he’s easily the most half baked and under-utilised companion in DAV by a country mile. So much of him just doesn’t feel finished, and Spite is just….barely there. He deserved better. Also, I get it. He likes coffee. Quit mentioning it all the damn time, game.

6 - Harding - Boring. Simple as that. I didn’t give a shit about Harding in DAI but at least she had a personality? Her whole thing relates to the Titans, one of most interesting pieces of lore in the DA universe, and they managed to make her completely forgettable. 🥱

7 - Taash - Felt like Taash’s entire existence is as an after school special/self insert. Their ‘growth’ was paced weirdly and their hypocritical attitude stinks. They came across so well in Vows & Vengeance and I was really looking forward to meeting them and was very disappointed. They do get better as the game progresses but it felt like it was too little, too late.

Final Thoughts

I don’t think this is a bad game, and I’m an OG DA fan who has been here from the very beginning. I think it’s a much better DA game than Andromeda was as a ME game and I maintain that there are plenty of things to enjoy about Veilguard. I will play it again.

THAT BEING SAID there are a ton of things I had to purposely ignore (retconning, weird dialog, characters acting out of character, etc) in order to enjoy certain parts of the game and I shouldn’t have to do that. It’s very apparent that long term fans of the series aren’t the target audience anymore and that ultimately feels like a betrayal. It stings.

I’m not giving a rating because I don’t do that but yeah those are my thoughts. I genuinely enjoyed most of my time with this game but I mourn what this series has become and what could have been. So much of this game just feels….unfinished.

[nyxiannas]

Hello! Here’s my writing request:

Camp Camp Max x gn!reader who is a perfectionist + extroverted + fluff

Prompt: This could be aged up or not, if you’re uncomfortable with the idea, but imagine if Max was trying to ask out reader after being friends/having a crush on them for a while originally trying to be low-key about it cus. It’s Max. But because the camp full of nosy people everyone finds out and wants to “help” him get the girl/guy! (Their words) Unfortunately it ends with the Mess Hall caught on fire, Wolves all around the area, Robots butlers attacking the camp and everyone screamed and running for cover. With Max now being more done/embarrassed than ever about to call it quits trying to forget this day even happened before the reader having now just figuring out what the whole plan blurts out the question ”Do you want to go out with me?!” Leaving Max speechless, happy, momentarily confused, flustered, and only slightly pissed cause he wanted to say ask first

I wanted to say it first. || Max (CC) [♡]

Genre, writing style; fluff, perfectionist/extroverted! Reader

Reader pronouns; gender neutral

Tws; none

Overall thoughts; if the camp camp fandom won't revive itself, I WILL!!🔥

Might be a little ooc cuz I haven't watched camp camp in quite a bit and the series isn't free on YouTube anymore so I'm just going by how they all acted in the first episode and the specials....💔💔

You came to Camp Campbell later than all the others, but David still welcomed you in open arms.

Hot outside, and figuring out where to sit in the mess hall with slop on your tray. You went to the table where Nikki, Neil, and Max sat.

Nikki and Neil took quite a liking to you. Although Neil isn't too fond of new places and people, he thought you'd be fine to hang out around. Nikki likes almost anyone who's nice to her, despite acting like a wild animal at times.

Max, not so much. It took quite a while for him to get used to you, having a sudden new member of the camp and not even having a real introduction or a way to make a position for yourself.

But, after a while of hanging out, Max realized that even though he acted like he wasn't fond of you, his thoughts were different.

-and slowly, he accepted that he liked you, and wasn't in denial about it anymore.

Fighting the need to tell you how he felt whenever you two hung out without the other two, he really had no idea what to do or how to tell you.

But, his behavior around you was noticed by the other kids' people at camp, how he was relatively nicer to you than the rest, that wasn't normal.

Slowly, they connected the peices together, and most of them realized that he had taken a liking to you in a different approach, and they really wanted to play a part in helping him.

"WHAT!"

Max thought he was being subtle about his 'slight' crush on [name], or he thought he was being subtle about it.

"You do!!" Nikki gasped. She didn't think it was all that true, considering that it was Max, and he hated anything and everything.

Sitting on the Camp Dock, with Neil and Preston nearby, trying to work on a new sciency thing and Preston was the test subject.

"You like [name]?" Neil asked. He had a feeling that it was true after observing how Max acted around [name], noticing that his demeanor was quite different from how he acted around the camps counselors and everyone else who attended.

"Oh, is it true? THE Max doesn't find someone a nuisance?" Preston dramatically accompanied Neil, astonished that Max could even learn how to love.

"I DO NOT." Max retorted. He didn't want anyone to actually know about his feelings, but it was a good chance to establish a way to finally tell [name] how he really felt.

"It is alright, Max, we shall help you on your quest to get the person of your dreams!" Preston said, supporting the idea of trying to help Max with his crush. Maybe it would make him a decent-enough person.

"Alright, operation 'Help Max try to get a partner and maybe he'll be a better person to everyone' is a go!" Nikki said enthusiastically.

After Nikki tried to gather everyone who would help with it, besides the counselors. She got Dolph, Harrison, Nerris, and Ered to play a part in the 'operation'.

"Could've had a shorter name, but.." Neil trailed, sitting in the Mess Hall, before lunch started. Trying to figure out an approving plan and scenario to have Max confess.

"Whatever, we need a plan first, then we can work on the stupid name." Max said bluntly, wanting to get it over with and have the future plan go smoothly, and hopefully, by the end of it, he would have a partner.

"Oh! We could have Ered try to help the Quartermaster with the food in the kitchen!" Nikki practically set her idea on the table. Everyone went with it.

"I can make a picnic area on top of my tower, so you both can have a good view!" Nerris added, wanting a part.

"No, they'll eat while watching my amazing magic show!" Harrison argued, starting a debate where Max and [Name] would bring their food to.

"Nobody cares about your dumb magic show, Harrison!" Nerris argued back

"My towers way better, and more magical than your magic show ever could!"

"How about they watch me paint, my paintings are quite exquisite." Dolph interrupted.

"NO!" Nerris and Harrison yelled at the same time.

"How about the two get their food from Ered, then go to Nerris's tower to eat, then watch or try to help Dolph with a painting, and then watch Harrisons magic show." Neil stopped the three of them from arguing about something stupid. Elaborating in a way the three of them would understand.

"Fine." The three of them said in usion, agreeing on the idea.

Soon after the plan was set, lunch started, and everyone was set into place, Ered ran to the kitchen, trying to figure out what to help the Quartermaster with. Nerris quickly drew a little picnic blanket on the top of her tower, where [Name] and Max would sit, watching everything from above. Dolph, with his little legs, went to his painting set up and got everything into place, and Harrison set up his magic tricks he would show off.

Nobody knows what went wrong with the mess hall besides Ered and the Quartermaster, Ered got permission from the Quartermaster. Originally, the food was going to be the signature slop that they got almost every single day.

Until Ered wanted to 'make it cool' and added something she found in the back of the kitchen pantry, added it into the food without the Quartermaster looking, and after a bit, mixed into the food, and blew up the kitchen, setting the Mess Hall ablaze.

Everyone evacuated, the explosion was so loud, it led wolves to the camp, feeding on the extra food that flew out from the explosion. Some were eating the slop, and one was biting on Space Kid's weird helmet, dragging him around.

Max quickly grabbed [name] and ran from the camp, trying to take cover from everything happening back at the Mess Hall.

Embarrassed from how the plan failed miserably, dragging [name] into the forest to try and confess at the last minute.

"Max- I think we should get back. We're going too far away!" [Name] suggested, stopping in their tracks and almost making Max fall backward from the sudden stop.

Wiping off the dirt from their outfit, quickly piecing everything together. Suddenly, everyone wanted to help in everything, Ered never wanted to participate unless she had to, Nerris wanting them and Max to quickly come into her tower to do something, Max's behavior from the passed few weeks.

They had a slight crush on Max, too, after around a month of being friends, the feelings developed, and putting the peices together only made the crush grow.

Catching their breath from the running and stopping behind a tree, they had to get their feelings out now that they were sure that Max felt the same way.

"Max!- wait-" They panted, leaning against the tree,

"Was everyone acting strange, and being productive around the camp.. all for me?-"

"A setup, I mean.." They had to make sure, whenever they came into the Mess Hall or tried to go near almost anyone's main place to hang out, they were quickly escorted out.

"And- you were acting strange.. too," confronting Max of everything that happened, noticing the slight redness on his cheeks.

"Well, I-" Max was soon interrupted.

"No! Wait- what I'm trying to ask is- do you like me?" They asked, impatiently, not waiting to hear whatever excuse Max had in store.

"Uhm- yeah?-" Max muttered, slightly pissed off that he wasn't able to start it off like he wanted.

"Do you want to go out with me?!-" They blurted out, cutting him off. Very happy that now they knew it was for real, heart racing.

Silence, Max was thinking about it, confused, flustered, and angry.

"..."

".. Yes." He agreed, he wanted to ask it first, but they beat him to it.

"But, I wanted to ask fir-"

"YIPPIE!!"

After thoughts; Hi

I took like 2 hours writing this and half of it was trying to figure out what font it would be in

and I found all the rest of the camp camp episodes while writing this so I had more to go off of

I didn't add in the robots part even tho it was a good idea I just couldn't figure out how to add them in😭😭

Thank you for requesting, and hopefully, this was good enough (this work will go into editing later cuz I left out some ideas I had but realized that this was long as BALLS but the more the merrier right🤫🤫)

[razorblade180]

I don't know if this counts as controversial but here we go.

I think Neo deserved a worse fate than she got. Instead of getting closure that I don't feel she deserved (I know many others will disagree) I rather have her get killed off while CC still possessed her or Cinder actually successfully killed her. After all the things she has done... she doesn't deserve the send off that she got. Rather give her the Adam treatment.

I don’t necessarily feel strongly either way, but I will say I don’t see any value in the show brutally killing Neo off or giving her a worse fate. It wouldn’t add anything narratively or for our characters.

This is mainly because the show doesn’t actually let us in on Neo’s history and Ruby doesn’t know anymore about her by the end either. Most deaths in Ruby aside from a few feel like they don’t happen to be impactful, but because the writers didn’t know how to use the character anymore and they had to go.

What makes this more sad is in a world like the Ever After, they literally could’ve had Ruby walk through Neo’s life similarly to the Salem Lore episode and that would’ve given any sorta deeper perspective and added weight to Neo telling Ruby at her lowest that the choices she makes make anybody on any side feel like their life is ruined. Cinder killing Neo means they brought her back after a couple years just to die with absolutely nothing changing about Neo after barely doing anything.

Side tangent, even Adam’s death didn’t propel anything aside from Blake and Yang’s relationship, because prior to it Blake took back the WF and the show decided she thinks she has better things to do than worry about him. Despite literally showing up to stop him.

So him dying felt like it came about because they were done writing about their racism allegory and didn’t know what to do with this personal villain that never got a proper back story and could no longer be a foil because their other half is done trying to spread her ideology despite the next location she’s going to being ground zero for why she was brought up the way she was, and why her personal antagonist exists in the first place. Instead she will bring up how she’s in the mine that caused Ilia’s trauma as well as mention once that she didn’t feel good about Murdering Adam.

And you know what the real kicker is? If they kept Adam working with Salem to further his and the other villains’ agendas, it would’ve naturally led to a Blake and Adam fight at the end. Neither of them had to hunt each other because only one of their dreams can come true and their journey to achieve it means eventually they’ll cross. Literally, if Blake decided to stay and join Ruby in V4 then she’s meeting Adam in Haven in V5 without trying at all and so is he!

[supoctosss]

Finished Veilguard two days ago and wanted to share my thoughts, good and bad, ALL SPOILER FREE

Pros:

I genuinely did really connect to each and every character and companion, this is also the first game where I actually adore every one of them and had a difficult time choosing who to romance (Davrin my love🫶) even ones who took my longer to warm up to (Emmerich and Neve) I still very much enjoyed their stories and arch’s

COMBAT COMBAT COMBAT. I played as a double dagger rogue, it was seriously had so much fun fighting in the game, I’m not big on combat (easy is go to for everything I play) but I found myself going to normal, and even hard, mode just to dodge attacks, think it my party, and time my hits. It was so so fun.

The art style. Everything was gorgeous, Treviso was my favorite (jumping around on buildings brought me back to my Assasin’s Creed days😭) but I loved Rivain and Arlathan as well.

The backstories/factions I felt were very well done, I was a Crow, and the whole time was very worried about how Viago and Teia were, even though I didn’t read the books with them, they did a really good job at showing how important they are to Rook, and I loved how Lucanis speaks to you about being crow, or when the companions bring it up in dialogue, it’s so real ig? I also loved how much you could connect with Bellara about being an Elf, even if you aren’t necessarily Dalish

How your choices genuinely can effect things around you, I won’t bring up specifics obviously, but there’s so many choices that when u get consequences for them, I feel like a jerk even though I felt like I made the right decision

There are more small things the codex, the cc, outfits, merchant set up, but those are the main big things I loved about it

Now the cons:

The biggest issue I have is actually also with the companions, while I connected with every one of them their relationship with Rook felt very empty to me, the very few romance scenes, the gifts, how Rook basically gentle parents all of them (which is funny sometimes, but many times came off as very annoying ig?) I felt the companions connect with eachother, and got very invested in their friendships and storyline, but didn’t necessarily get invested in Rooks storyline with them if that makes sense? I think it may have been them replacing the question wheel with small discussions you can have at the lighthouse, which I liked but also would prefer Rook being able to get know more about the companions (how they grew up, they’re feelings on certain subjects, etc)

I don’t know if this is considered a spoiler, but the lack of epilogue at the end of Veilguard that tells what Rook and everyone is up to after everything REALLY disappointed me, it’s one of my favorite things in all three games, being able to here my Lavellan is retired in a farm and my HoF is with Zevran, it’s such a nice touch that I really missed in Veilguard

Now to talk on a pretty big thing that I was disappointed when it first announced, the three choices in the world state. Now, I won’t say much bc again spoilers, but it wasn’t necessarily as bad as I thought it was gonna be, I do think the game would have been a lot better if they did add small codex entries about the past, but other than that the main issue I had was the lack of talk about the hero of ferelden, I didn’t want a cameo or anything bc please let her have her peace, but I’m assuming this will be the end of Dragon age, as they’re aren’t any major loose ends I can think of, but I wish we could have a closing on the calling, even if it was a vague SOMEONE found the cure and we can kinda assume from where (HoF, Alistair, Anders, Loghain) whoever, or that it’s still being worked toward, I think that could have been cool, also I feel like as there is a giant blight, I wish there could have been a mention of the most recent blight and who stopped it.

Now, one small thing that irritated me was Zevrans trauma with the crows being written off, it did make me upset bc it is confirmed that he is still being a pain in the ass to the crows in inquisition, so I wish we could have see that. But I loved being a crow so much that I can look past it.

One small thing I loved, the blight. I’ve talked about it before how interesting I find it, and how many directions it can take. And just how terrifying and unsettling it can be, and I’m so glad they ran with it, there were moments that I was genuinely scared, and adding on to that, there are many moments that made me so sad when doing random side quests, so anyone saying BioWare isn’t ’dark’ anymore did not do any side quests or pay attention to the codex.

Overall, I absolutely adored the game, it will take me a while to do a replay (people who’ve finished know why) but in the meantime I’m gonna be doing a full introduction of my Rook, and enjoy some pictures of her and her infatuation with Davrin and love for cats (plus her half cat half bird son)🫶

[holly-louisexox]

Ribcage X Andy Biersack- Part 18

Masterlist

"There's one thing you should know about me Delia Vincent, I don't date. Got no heart to break and emptiness is safe, keep it that way."

He was adamant in his choices…

…But then things changed.

"Okay, earpiece test in 3, 2, 1." Delia states before sending the earpiece noise through to the guys who all give her a thumbs up in response; Andy does so without looking in her direction. "Okay great, if you could go ahead and start with Wake Up so I can get the mix correct then we'll move onto Faithless to test the backing of the bell."

Just as the band started playing, that's when Shevy walks into the sound tech studio and takes a seat next to Delia, a look of concern on the girl's face.

"How are you feeling today D?" Shevy asks "And please don't lie, I saw the tears you were fighting last night."

"Does it matter how I feel Shevy? Andy made his feelings very clear last night and even then I knew deep down it would never work between us anyway." Delia sighs. "Forgetting how cruel and unkind he can be, Andy will go back to Los Angeles and I'll return to Ohio, we'll be miles apart anyway."

"You know Andy is originally from Ohio, right? He's always going back to visit there." Shevy states.

"Shevy, I honestly don't care anymore, I'm done with him. I'm not going to keep torturing myself. I'm an idiot for even sleeping with the guy, whatever I'm feeling towards him I need to forget about it."

"You like him don't you?" Shevy smiles lightly.

"I do, I really do, and I know I shouldn't. Every single cell in my brain is screaming at me to let him go, but every fibre of my body almost begs for him to touch me again, not even for just sex. He makes out to be this guy who doesn't care for people and who doesn't believe in love, but sex with him he's so gentle and almost loving and that's what truly confuses me." Delia sighs turning back to look at the soundboard.

"Okay, I'm not going to ask more about the situation because you're starting to look upset and the last thing I want to do is make you cry. All I'm going to say though is just see what happens, maybe give him a chance to come to his senses. This tour he seems to be more willing and open with his emotions, something I haven't seen in a while, I like to think it's because of you." Shevy explains "If you need me I'll be backstage okay hun?"

"Okay, see you soon Shevy."

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"So what's the plan after Seattle then boys?" CC asks "Are we getting drinks to celebrate the tour like always?"

"Is that such a good idea CC?" Lonny asks "With what's been going on in Seattle I'm not sure that's such a great idea."

"Nonsense, it'll be fine. We'll have security with us, plus if we stick together everything will be fine." CC tries to reassure the youngest member of the band.

Soundcheck finished about 10 minutes ago so everyone was just relaxing backstage before VIP started in 2 hours. Despite the conversations that had been happening in the room, the tension was still there; Andy's outburst yesterday made the group feel very awkward in the presence of both Andy and Delia, Shevy and Lonny feeling nothing but sorrow for their new friend whilst Jake, Jinxx and CC had guesses of what went down.

"I agree with Lonny, I'm not sure I'm fond of that idea CC." Shevy agrees with Lonny.

"Could we maybe talk about something other than Seattle please?" Delia speaks up whilst staring into space. All she could feel was Andy's eyes on her and she was trying desperately to ignore his gaze, if she looked at him she knew she'd crack.

"We better move from the conversation in case Delia faints again, I can't guarantee I'll be able to catch her this time." Andy mumbles loud enough for everyone to hear; Delia felt her heart shatter more. Why was he being like this? Was this all part of his game? To make Delia feel like she could love him only for him to rip the platform from underneath her and leave her hanging for her life?

"I'll be back, I just remembered I need to make a call quickly." Delia stutters slightly before rushing out of the room, Andy's eyes of course following her whilst the rest of the band look at Andy in confusion. They were pleasantly surprised with hope to think that he was changing back to his old self, sadly it seemed that they were all wrong.

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"Delia honey, I thought you had a show today?" The voice of Delia's mum comes through the phone in shock and happiness.

"Yeah, we do." Delia smiles sadly as she speaks through the phone. "Mum, I think I've made a mistake." It's then Delia feels the tears start to roll down her cheeks; Delia has always been close to her mum, she would always talk gossip and men with her. Her favourite memory is how her mum would always make her a hot drink they would both share biscuits whilst sharing the news that had occurred, her mum was always the best at giving advice.

"Oh Petal, what's happened? I'm sure you've done nothing wrong." Her mum coos over the phone; this would be when her mum would wrap her up into a hug if they were together in person.

"I slept with the lead singer and... I think I've grown to like him." Delia admits letting out a broken sigh.

"Oh petal, I wouldn't call that a mistake." Delia's mum was always an optimist in situations like this "Trust me when I say that most people who sleep together end up catching feelings for one another, chances are he probably feels the same."

"But he doesn't mum." Delia whimpers as she feels more tears fall down her cheeks "I feel like an idiot, I knew he didn't do commitment yet I put myself in that position."

"How many times has it been Delia?" Her mum was never one where things were too much information, Delia had always been able to share things from the first time she had her period to when she lost her virginity and panicked about contraception and safe sex.

"Twice." Delia admits.

"Okay, well I would advise on not sleeping with him again and let him make the next move. But most men who are non-committable don't often sleep with the same person more than once." Delia's mum always was a voice of reason, always trying to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

"It hurts mum, he's said some really hurtful things and it's hard to hide that I'm not affected when really I am." Delia cries before telling her mum about yesterday's outburst.

"Do you want the truth Delia?" her mum asks her, her silence confirming to her mum that she in fact did want the truth. "I think he's damaged Petal and people do weird things when they are damaged. From what you've told me it seems that he holds an interest in you, but he's likely battling with his head." 

"What do I do mum?" Delia asks.

"Don't overthink it. Let him come to you. If he truly does hold interest, which I believe he does, he needs time to win the battle in his head. Sometimes our mind can be our own biggest enemy." Delia's mum states.

"Yeah, maybe you're right." Delia nods even though she knew that her mum could not see such a gesture. "I erm, I should head back. The VIP starts soon then we have the show."

"Yes, of course, good luck dear. I'll see you next week when you're home." 

"I'll see you next week mum." 

Time is what we want most but what we use worst. Life teaches us to make good use of time while time teaches us of the value of life.

[lactosa2]

It takes me everthing i have to make stuff for someone that is not Omen, it feels like cheating fr. Viper drabble this once, this woman deserve attention.

cc: smut, male reader, before the Valorant protocol. 4651 words (not letters) long ficc.

ANOTHER TYPE OF TOXINE

You were taking a nap on your desk, as a mercenary and current infiltrate, you had too much work to do and too many hours to stay awake, for this reason fatigue became part of your daily life, you felt like the protagonist of "Fight Club", you wanted to sleep and you longed for it, but every Once you were alone you could only think about how difficult the current work environment was and how you would like at least a week of rest.

You can't sleep, it's been like this for almost four months, the only thing you could do was your work and then think about more work. Thanks to your own dedication to your career, you left in your youth those social experiences and even love affairs that ended only in blocked numbers, pain foreign to years where a damn meteorite had not yet fallen on the face of the earth.

Although you did not lose focus on your work, the lack of rest and social life only affected you more than you knew, every time someone wanted to have something with you they were automatically rejected, whether it was a co-worker or even a pretty girl in a bar ready to be taken to a public bathroom, it was embarrassing how alone you felt, even more It feel like you are responsible for that loneliness

22:45 pm

Yyou were sleeping on the laboratory desk, your appearance was messy, your hair was bouncy and the bags under your eyes were very noticeable, your eyelids were drooping and your nose was slightly red, your eyes were tired, and your robe was on the floor while the nap became almost only escape from what, unfortunately, was your daily life.

You felt a hand hit the back of your head, making you jump in shock and shake your head to wake up. - "Mmnh?.." you complained with a hoarse voice with half-closed eyes, you looked back at one of your co-workers, wearing the ugly yellow suit, as if he were a beekeeper, the identification tag showing you your greatest displeasure, Jhon. "You faggot.." You laughed softly as you got up from the seat and took the robe that Jhon handed to you. "We already talked about sleeping here… how about you talk while you're sleeping?" He complained, his voice deep and intimidating, more than fear, made you laugh.

"At least I don't look like a character from Monster-inc" you said with a mocking smile and then laughed harder when he gently hit your stomach. "Sabine is looking for you…" his voice was tense, Sabine was the target of the mission, the reason why you and "Jhon" (it wasn't his real name, but here, no one knew anyone's name) should investigate and then execute. Over time, they both had to slowly figure out who she was and her past, his history and abilities, everything was necessary to find out his past and therefore Kingdom's objective.

"What does she want?." You sighed after asking, fixing your hair and putting on your robe. Instead of saying something to you, he just raised his shoulders slightly and turned around, walking towards the exit of one of the main laboratories.

22:50 pm

You murmured a cordial greeting as you entered the laboratory, the doors opening to the sides automatically as you sighed quickly, trying to go unnoticed on your nerves. "Doctor.." you said in almost a whisper when the woman's eyes landed on you, with an arched eyebrow and those piercing green eyes looking at you with… disgust? "Something happened?" you asked as you stood your ground, not wanting to appear weak, much less to someone you considered a scourge.

"The documents, you are in charge of verifying them and stamping them confidentially and for the press, however, there was a leak, tell me, why does the press know the side effects of Radianite in pregnant women?" Yes, Kingdom has been experimenting with people, with children, babies, even pregnant women, so why feel sorry for someone capable of all these atrocious things? - "I'm only in charge of stamping the address of these reports, but, I'm the one who sends them, that's someone else's job, besides… I guess this isn't because you called me, this has already been discussed with human resources."

She laughed softly as she walked towards you and you towards her. While it was wrong to manipulate someone and use her for your own benefit, the fact that she was capable of destroying others just for her career made any empathy you might have for her disappear, from your point of view, it was bad person, and she deserved to suffer, right?

You laughed as her lips caressed the side of your neck, the edge of her fingers touching the skin beneath your shirt, her hip and torso against yours as your hands found their way to her scalp, gently grabbing her hair and pulling it so he her head will tilt up so you can kiss her properly. The instant your hands touched her waist, her arms surrounded your neck, making you lean closer towards her and her kiss deepened. She leaned her body back, making you walk until she collided with the desk, grabbing her thighs tightly you lifted her up and made her sit on top of that cold steel table, her eyes softly closed as her hands caressed your hair and her other hand ran over your back.

She stopped kissing you and smiled with her eyes still closed, a satisfied smile on her that caused you repulsion, her legs pulled you towards her, hugging your hips while her hands grabbed the sides of your face and forced you to look at her, a face of her that you thought nonexistent, her playful smile and her intimidating green eyes now soft. "Where were you yesterday?" she asked while her nose was against yours, you smiled and quickly kissed her lips, laughing softly. "You see, this guy is an individual one and yesterday he had some errands to attend to" you whispered while She brushed her lips against yours, "Oh yeah?" She asked very quietly, her eyes playing with your patience, you laughed at her cheerful voice and kissed her gently, stroking her hair.

"We're leaving, now," you said as you gave her one last kiss on her cheek, easily grabbing her by the waist and giving her a slight spin in the air like a Disney princess, then leaving her standing while she adjusted her hair and lipstick, looking at herself in the hand mirror that who knows where she got it from, putting on a soft but shiny gloss, to tease her, you gave her another kiss, now you having shiny and a little more voluptuous lips.- "Do I look pretty?" you asked as you looked at her as she put more gloss on your lips, "Gorgeous." She whispered and then gave you another kiss, then turned around and walked as if swimming out of the laboratory.

This was almost a routine for both of them, you would wait seven minutes and then go after her, you would get in her car and they would change seats so you would be the one driving, you would go to her apartment where they would talk and if she was willing, they would spend the night together. For you that was not important, the important thing was what happened after having sex, she would be tired and satisfied, willing to talk about anything, indirectly, she would end up talking about work therefore giving you the information you needed to be able to calculate the costs. movements and transfers of Radianite in Kingdom, knowing if they would use it on people or on more technology.

You opened the passenger door and closed it when she was already comfortable in the seat, you got into the car and started the engine, you saw how she leaned towards your seat and grabbed the seat belt at your side, "baby, what are you doing?" you asked as you moved the gear lever to the right direction, "You have to wear your seatbelt.." she scolded you as she put your seatbelt on, you laughed softly and started driving, not caring if she was still not sitting properly, leaning forward your side. You didn't drive abruptly, you drove slowly and smoothly, respecting the space between vehicles, the trip was long, forty-five minutes without counting the traffic, on the way, Sabine didn't speak, in fact, she was in total silence, so you decided to grab her hand and look at her in the rearview mirror, -"Why are you so quiet..?" You asked softly, squeezing her cold hand, she just shook her head as she gave you a slightly forced smile.

"I'm always quiet.." she excused herself as both hands covered yours, caressing it with her thumb.- "Not with me." You responded as you left her hands in her lap so you could divert the path, parking on a corner of the road with almost no travelers, just trees, darkness and stars. Once the car was parked, you turned to her, taking off your seat belt and grabbing her hands, looking at her seriously, her eyes instantly became teasing, she jumped towards you, now sitting on your lap with her legs at your sides while she hugged you with all her forces. You didn't want to speak, because even if you wanted to comfort her you couldn't, there would be no sincerity, so you just made your hands run up and down her back, your lips caressing her cheek, kissing the soft blush on her cheeks.

Her body instantly pressed against yours, her face searching for affection, those kisses , although they were a nuisance for you, for her they were the reason why not to abandon everything. Your nose caressed her cheek, then, you placed kisses on her cheek, as the seconds passed, and for five more minutes, the car was off and in the dark, one of your hands running over his waist while the other pressed her hip, resisting the heat of wanting to touch her more

Did you hate her as a person? Yes, did you love every inch of skin that unfortunately she and only she had? Yes, unfortunate.

She didn't laugh, instead, she moved her body backwards, watching as her hips ground against your pelvis, laughing almost sadistically. You laughed and your hands squeezed her hips, keeping her in her place, where she belonged. You leaned in front of her and her arms surrounded your shoulders, kissing you softly and deeply, one of your hands stayed on her hip while the other moved to grab a considerable piece of her rear.

She didn't even think about at least taking off your clothes, no, this woman was a kind of leech, both of your time and energy, she was completely insatiable, you could be on the verge of fainting but then you would have her caressing you, asking for more.

Your hands desperately went up her shirt, kissing her abdomen, she laughed and leaned back, her back against the steering wheel while your hands made her back arch so that her breasts looked higher, while your lips ran down the center of her cleavage, your fingers shamelessly skillfully unbuttoned her bra, then, she herself took it off completely showing her breasts, the mole below her right breast and her erect nipples, without hesitation, you lansated and pressed your hands on her hips, sucking her chest while you closed your eyes in satisfaction as you heard her sigh your name in an inaudible moan.

Your other hand held her thighs, her fingers squeezing strongly and eagerly, her thumb seeking to get as close as possible to her intimacy, feeling the heat radiating from this area. You gently bit her nipple, removing her hand from her back and cupping her other breast with it, playing with her nipples so you could give them both attention. Your fingers pinched the soft, tender flesh of her, hardened but soft and tender to the touch, goosebumps as she sighed and raised her hips so that your thumb brushed against her cunt dressed in her.

You moved your face away from her chest, leaving the nipple erect and full of drool, she was panting with her face flushed and some of her hair stuck to her forehead thanks to her sweat. You kissed her neck with love, or what was supposed to be lust, your tongue and lips teased that white skin, now with open pores and trembling. You bit her shoulder, right where a beautiful little mole was located, your hands moving up her tight pencil-shaped skirt, raising it until you could see her black underwear, and to your delight, lace, you caressed her inner thigh while you kissed her collarbone, hand on her chest now removing her hair from her shoulders, leaving you more room to enjoy.

Her hands sank into your hair, pulling it towards her body, you could smell the perfume, driving your senses crazy and causing you to take big breaths through your nose, taking the aroma to your brain to drive your skin crazy. Your kisses moved up the side of her neck, caressing her jaw with her nose. Her hand on her thigh moved to her hip to make her jump gently, accommodating her above you and allowing you pleasure by feeling how her crotch rubbed against your already noticeable erection. Your already hard cock ached thanks to the lack of stimulation from it, but it didn't matter, she was there, panting and trembling, moving her hips forward to the front just for the slightest touch, it was more than enough.

At the contact she moaned softly, your fingers mockingly and almost maliciously running along the inside of her thigh, rubbing the desired area like a ghost or professional torturer, the outside of your fingers remaining slightly moist thanks to her anticipation. Without further hesitation, she pulled your hair to move your head up, kissing you with desire and desperation, quickly, her other hand went as quickly as possible to your pants, completely unbuttoning the button and lowering the zipper, you stood up a little to lower the pants just enough, when you sat down again she was no longer against the steering wheel, but against you, her chest against yours while she continued kissing you, neither of them opened their eyes.

Her fingers moved to where your erection was, lowering the edge of the fabric with need, her hands grabbed your cock gently, feeling the heat coming from it, her fingers gently caressed the beginning and then went to the tip, Making you moan softly, her fingers caressed the tip, spreading the precum wherever she could, stimulating you while she continued kissing you needily. From time to time in her kiss they moved away from her, but they quickly grabbed air and returned to the same thing.

your fingers moved to the inside of her thigh, she opened her legs a little to give easier access, one of your fingers moved the fabric of her panties to the side of her, exposing free her pussy. Your fingers moved deeper, passing from her entrance to her clitoris, making her sigh, two of your fingers ran over the area softly and with desire, feeling proud of how wet she was. She moved away from the kiss to breathe, feeling her mind blurred and her body in ecstasy, her legs trembled as she tried to open them even more, now with more access, two of your fingers collected the moisture and spread it once again, rubbing her clit erect, making her moan and move her head back with satisfaction.

Taking advantage of the view of her exposed neck, your lips did not resist and went directly to kiss her windpipe, changing the speed on her clitoris every so often, making her moan weaker, but with more pleasure in the her voice Her hand had already stopped stroking your erection, which only frustrated you more, you bite her shoulder and grabbed her hips with both hands, raising her as you leaned against her seat.

Both sexes were already against each other, there was no better feeling than that, she was anxious, you could easily see it in how she throbbed her pussy while she became increasingly wetter and her hips did not stop moving towards you. Her knees came up against the seat to rise and hover over your tip, threatening to destroy your sanity if she stopped trying to keep the pressure on her knees. You grabbed her hip with one hand and lowered her slightly. Your gaze locked onto her eyes, wanting to see her facial expressions as you filled her insides.

Once hers hips gently hit yours, you let out a sigh, one of your hands caressing one of her thighs while the other held her waist, looking directly into her green eyes. She breathed deeply, her chest moving up and down with each breath. -"That's it.." you kissed her cheek in support as you caressed her thigh, the hand on her waist traveling to her head to caress her hair, "Take your time…" she nodded and looked you in the eyes, without hesitation you leaned forward and kissed her deeply, wanting to take her essence into your soul.

Her chest sank against yours as you both had your eyes gently closed, her hips began to travel up and down, carefully and softly. You let out a deep sigh as you pulled away from her kiss, your hand cupping her cheek to move her face up so you could freely kiss her jaw and the side of her face. With the pace of the kisses, the rhythm was already constant, so Sabine moved her hips in circles, at a still slow pace, at the sudden pleasure, you laughed softly and moaned against her neck. With your hand on her thigh, you grabbed it and spread her legs wider, giving yourself a better view and just like that, two of your fingers played with her folds, making her shake while you felt her excessively wet pussy throbbing around of your cock, making you see the sky.

You laughed as your thumbs began to rub her clit in slow circles. She gave deep soft moans as she continued looking at the side of the window with a smile, which upon noticing, you kissed her cheek and moved your thumb from her face to her lips, making for her to give them a little kiss. -"You like it huh?.." Sabine smiled even wider, arching her back more, -"How can I say no to my lady.." you whispered in her ear, feeling how her hips moved with more grace and elegance, leaving you speechless, only moans every time her pussy touched your pelvis. As the seconds passed, the moans became more frequent and deeper, full of pleasure and deep passion for the other.

Her hips moved even faster, your lips hungrily finding hers to share another even deeper kiss while the touch on her clit became faster, her hands went behind your back, looking for a place to depending on her health, reaching under your shirt and touching your back, sinking her nails into it, you moved away from the kiss to look at her face, her eyes closed and her mouth open, her eyebrows furrowed and her forehead with sweat, her moans high and deep, the sight only making you want to give him more. Her hand on her face went down from her to her waist, grabbing it harshly and not gently, sinking her fingers into her skin, grabbing her and moving her faster against you, her fingers in her Her clitoris slowed down. She gave a deep moan and then opened her eyes, looking at you with need and longing.

The sight of her was too much, her body moving so sensually against you, too much to sit still. "Fucking look at you.." you complained and kissed her roughly, the softness of the beginning is no longer there, she is too tempting not to fall in love… fall in love??????

Her back arched as she continued to let herself go. You love seeing her like this, with her clothes in disarray and her body trembling, making her feel free, in a way that stress couldn't affect her, you loved doing it, so that you could later kiss her and hear her laugh at a bad joke on your part, Yes, you liked it.

You made the movement of her hips slow down, your fingers leaving her clitoris from one second to the next, making the lack of pleasure and the denial of her much-loved orgasm go away. -"Not yet.." you whispered and stopped moving her completely, you adjusted her, making her torso completely stretched, seeing her long torso and her exposed breasts, her head stretched back and her legs open, with you still inside her. she. Your mouth went straight to her tits, biting and sucking on the nipple of her left breast, your favorite thanks to the mole it had.

While you sucked your fingers they returned to her clitoris, slowly and almost without pressure, torturing her. Your free hand went to her butt, giving a hard slap that turned out to be loud, making her sigh, “Move,” you gave her order as your nose nuzzled against her cleavage, glistening in a soft sheen of sweat. Her hips moved gently, moaning from the pent-up pleasure.

With the seconds she moved faster and faster, now your fingers pressing and rubbing her clit in circles as easily as you could, your kisses rose to her jaw, licking her, "Keep going.." you moaned softly. eyes tightly closed. “keep, keep going” you let out another moan. You laughed softly and gave another hard slap on her ass, making her shake her entire body, and seeing her mischievous smile, enjoying the treatment of her.

As her hips moved faster, the fingers on her clit took the most pleasure in her body, now twisting and spreading her legs even further. You moaned even louder, the way her insides felt was perfect, wet, warm, tight…

You slapped again and that same hand quickly grabbed her hair to pull it and make her kiss you, her arms wrapped around your neck. "Deep.." she demanded, so you moved against her, drawing a deep, honest moan straight from her throat, - "Just like that!..Y/n.." her lips trembled and she pressed her chest against yours, your slow fingers on her clit with the purpose of teasing.

"Please.." she asked in a low voice at your teasing, you bit your lip so as not to moan out loud, although you wanted to let her know the pleasure she gives you, you want to listen to her. "Yes doctor?.." you asked with pleasure in her voice, pressing her against you. "God damn you y/n I'm-" before she could finish her hateful sentence your hips slammed into her hard, making her moan loudly, your fingers now rubbing her clit as fast as you could. .

She moaned loudly, her legs shaking as you felt her getting closer. It felt wonderful, your body sweating and your mind feeling blurry, the feeling of being inside her was always perfect, each time better than the last, you moaned loudly and pressed the tip of your nose against her neck. "that's it… come for me" your voice was hoarse and almost unmodulated, you felt drunk, ecstatic.

You moaned loudly and moved even faster, you heard her voice weak and broken, full of pleasure and exhaustion, her insides tightened for a few seconds until the tension vanished. You moved even faster and harder while her legs trembled and her arms tightened against your shoulders. You heard a light scream and you didn't stop, you had to take her to the highest point. You felt her juices burst as her body trembled and shook with each thrust, her legs trembling and moving, squinting and opening them wider in desperation, her insides feeling easier to get in and out of, which only made you feel uncomfortable. I went crazy more.

You kissed her and the moans of both of you fell silent in each other's mouths, your legs trembled as you stopped rubbing her clit, that hand resting and squeezing her thigh, you lifted her up and leaned against the seat, now, she was the one who moved frantically. . Even if she was already done, she loved the pleasure, and she couldn't miss the opportunity to make you cum down from her.

"Keep.." you begged her with her broken voice, a few tears of pleasure in her eyes, your arms wrapped around her and you pressed her against you, moving her desperately. "Please let me cum inside.." you begged for permission as she let out a moan mixed with a laugh. Before you could beg again, you let out a soft cry as she took three last hard leaps onto you, emptying yourself inside her. You pressed her against your chest, feeling the world blurry after such a powerful orgasm.

They both breathed heavily, after a few seconds she took you out of her and lay on your chest, you laughed softly and grabbed her shirt and pulled it down, covering her chest, just as you adjusted her hair and panties. "I have to admit… You're unique" you laughed and sighed again, dazed with pleasure, you put your pp of hers in your boxers and adjusted her clothes, you did the same with her.

She leaned down and kissed your cheek, then, she let herself be overcome and fell silent on your chest, your hands caressed her hair and you kissed her forehead, "Baby… I have to drive home" you continued brushing your lips against her hair, your hands caressing her legs.- "later.." you laughed softly and leaned over to grab a jacket from the back seats and covered her with this, enjoying the way she snuggled against you, she looked so fragile, even if it was wrong, you felt that you loved her, you loved being with her, you weren't pretending anymore. And you'd be lying if you said you didn't cry when you thought she would find out who you really are, a mercenary…

You pushed away the sorrow and just held her even closer, looking towards the foggy window, a living example of the love you knew you shared, you just hoped that even if she found out who you were, she wouldn't leave you, or at least, she wouldn't suffer so much for you. like you already do for her.

[chunkypossum]

Come Hel or High Lord: Ch 7

Chapter 7: My how she burns

Words: 3400

Reminder: This is a crossover between all SJM series. So spoilers for TOG, ACOTAR, and CC

Summary:

Sweet Nessian Moment... also Nesta being AMAZING

Snippet below the cut. Read on Ao3

“I’m sorry,” She started, quietly. The fury in him banked at her tone, the brokenness in her voice gave him pause long enough for her to continue. “I know you have questions but I can’t give you satisfactory answers Cass. I don’t have what you want. I’m just- I’m sorry I didn’t say anything before. I knew you wouldn’t even let me call this meeting if you knew.” Her voice was small. Nesta’s voice was never small. It cracked his hardened heart into a million pieces.  She perched herself on the edge of their bed and stared at her open palms laying flat against her lap. There was such a fierceness in her posture even while her heart bled out before him. He fell to his knees in front her.  “Why are you doing this?” It was the only question he really needed answered. The rest of his questions flaked off his shoulders like old paint. He let them go, and pinched her chin firmly but gently between his fingers, forcing her eyes up to his at last. They were lined with silver that threatened to spill over.  “Sometimes I feel like I am the only one around here who listens.” She snapped, letting her defenses sharpen around her. “Which then makes me stop and wonder how anything got done in the centuries before I showed up. How did this whole court not fall to pieces-”  Her deflection irritated him just as she designed it to. “Nesta,” he growled, trying to refocus her thoughts. He knew she had been expecting a bigger fight, something he was angry about himself. Rhys had caved too quickly. It made her want to fight him now and he wanted to give her a fight. Like hell was he going to let her run off, using a magical object to Cauldron knows where without properly fighting for her safety. There was no part of this plan that didn’t make his skin crawl. Nesta inhaled deeply and sighed, finally meeting his stare. “Did you not hear her story when she first came here? Scent her fear and anguish? That’s what waits for us if she fails.” She finished just barely above a whisper and something cruel twisted around Cassian’s heart. The crease between his eyebrows deepened as he stared at his brave, beautiful mate and he suddenly felt very small and shameful. “Ness I-” but he didn’t know what was supposed to follow those words. He didn’t know how to say what he was feeling. Usually it was Azriel who found himself at a loss for words, a problem Cassian never really had to deal with, until now.  A shaky inhale filled the space between them when she continued. “I-I can’t lose what I just gained. I can’t lose you, any of you.” 

This is a cross-over fic so a giant cast of characters and a big stupid storyline .... It was originally just a vehicle for my Azris fix that grew legs somehow .... Holla at ya boi if you want on or off the Azris tag train : @talibunny30 @iftheshoef1tz @born-to-riot @pathfinderofnight @fell-in-luvs @fieldofdaisiies @aktrain @honeysuckle-daydreams13 @secret-third-thing @acourtofladydeath @pippsmcgee @youvereachedthenearest-lovergirl @baileybird71 @skyesayshi @yanny-77

[lonewolflupe]

aLoF ch3 | High Fives

Here is chapter 3, which was so much fun to write! I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Spoiler: Fives finally makes his debut (so expect some more of him in my upcoming chapters).

Summary: after Lupe achieves Jedi Knighthood, she finds herself and the Wolfpack in trouble again - but not on the battlefield this time Rating: Teen and up/Mature Tags: comradery, drinking, intoxication by booze, insulting, fist fighting Words: 3.033k Characters: Lupe (OC), Plo Koon, CC-3636 Commander Wolffe, ARC-5555 Fives, ARC-1409 Echo, CC-1010 Commander Fox, unidentified 104th troopers, unidentified Coruscant Guard troopers aLoF masterlist | AO3 ch2 < | ficlet < | ↓ | > ch4

21 BBY, Coruscant | 79’s

Although Coruscant’s 79’s cantina was open to anyone, it was known to be a clone bar. Yet this night there were considerably more clones than usual. Most of them were wearing armour with flint grey markings; the 104th Battalion was noticeably present, and they were celebrating. Lupe, former Padawan to their General Plo Koon and thus their Jedi Commander, had achieved Jedi Knighthood.

Whereas Padawans normally were knighted around their mid or even late twenties after successfully completing their Jedi Trials, the war asked for unprecedented measures. Young Padawans were now rushed into knighthood, skipping their trials so the Grand Army of the Republic could reinforce its commanding ranks. And since Lupe had already proven to be a quick thinker and a capable leader, the Jedi Council had approved of her step up in the Jedi Order.

Despite the ongoing war, Master Plo Koon wanted to celebrate in some way and Lupe wanted to include the Wolfpack. After all, she wouldn’t be where she was today if it hadn’t been for them. And so she had chosen 79’s as location, much to the surprise and amusement of her former Master and to the utter dismay and horror of Commander Wolffe, who felt obligated to attend, but preferably for as short a time as possible. Which had nothing to do with Lupe; he just didn’t want to see his troops as they became unruly in this unbearable bar.

Since Master Plo Koon had started off the evening with a speech for Lupe, the crowd had gotten rowdier. Plo Koon and Commander Wolffe had stayed for a while, engaged in conversation together - probably concerning something civilised, like strategics. But as the evening progressed and the amount of booze had multiplied, they had left the partying to Lupe and the troops. Troopers had come and troopers had gone, but late into the night, there was still some Wolfpack audience in the cantina.

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Although clearly present, the troopers of the 104th Battalion weren't the only clones attending 79’s that night. At the bar sat two ARC troopers from the 501st Battalion, recognisable by their blue markings.

“Last time I checked, this place wasn’t exclusive to one battalion,” the first one complained when a rowdy trooper from the Wolfpack stumbled against him, making him spill his beverage. “You wouldn’t be complaining if it had been the 212th,” the second ARC trooper replied as he took a sip from his drink. The first one, defined by the tattooed ‘5’ on his right temple and the well-trimmed goatee on his chin, groaned as he watched the Wolfpack being served more drinks. “At least Cody and the boys are civilised,” he sighed, as he attempted to drink what was left of his beverage.

Before he managed to take a sip, his drink was knocked out of his hand as a flint grey-marked trooper walked past and padded him heavily on the shoulder, clearly intoxicated by whatever he had been drinking that evening. The ARC trooper clenched his now empty fist and hit it on the counter of the bar.

“Fives..,” the other ARC trooper said slowly, trying to stop his brother from whatever he was going to do, but he didn’t come through. Fives rose from his barstool, a screeching sound filling the cantina as the metal leg of the stool scraped the floor when he pulled it aside. He turned himself to the centre of the bar, where the remaining troopers of the Wolfpack were located. “It smells like wet hound in here,” he shouted over the rowdy voices of the troopers.

The Wolfpack fell silent as they turned to look at the man that had just drawn their attention. Before anyone could respond, Lupe stepped out of the group, revealing herself to face the ARC trooper. She was smaller than the clones, so he hadn't noticed her before. “What was that, grunt?” she shot back, as she raised a brow. Fives recognised a Jedi when he saw one, and although he was already properly intoxicated at this point, he thought picking a fight with one wouldn’t be his brightest idea.

He swallowed back a witty comeback and shrugged, his eyes rolling as he hated to give in so easily. “My bad, sir,” he said, awkwardly waving his hand as some sort of apology, before turning around. He put back the barstool and was just sitting down again, when the Jedi shot out another remark. “That’s what I thought. Nice skirt, though,” she shouted, and the Wolfpack troopers started laughing. Fives closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, ignoring his brother's hand on his pauldron, before picking up his empty glass and tossing it towards the noisy group.

Without any effort, Lupe stopped the glass mid-air by using the Force, as it was only centimetres away from her face. She looked from the glass towards the ARC trooper and let go of the Force. The cantina was completely silent at this point, except for the sound of the shattering glass as it hit the floor. Deafening silence, before Lupe turned her head towards the Wolfpack. “Looks like meat's back on the menu, boys,” she grinned, as she nodded towards the ARC trooper. That was the moment mayhem erupted.

Two Wolfpack troopers darted forward towards Fives, who waited until the last second before jumping off the barstool and dodging both of them. He hit one in the face with his fist, taking him out immediately, and briefly choked the other with his elbow before pushing him back towards the she-wolf and her pack. The other ARC trooper, still seated at the bar, slapped his hand to his face. “Not again,” he whispered with a sigh, before getting up and readying himself at his brother’s side.

From there, a chaotic bar fight ensued. Glasses and barstools were tossed around, as well as an occasional trooper. The ARC troopers engaged in an intense hand fight as they seemed to stand their ground. The Wolfpack had the numbers, but that included the amount of booze they had downed already. It was only becoming interesting when Fives came face to face with the Jedi. Every moment one of them attacked with a fist, a foot or a knee, the other dodged or blocked it skillfully. And so they were intertwined in what almost seemed like a dance; a tough, unrewarding one, for that matter.

It wasn’t until Fives noticed the Coruscant Guard entering the cantina that he interrupted his fighting. Lupe was just swinging another blow at him, and was startled as much as he was when she fully hit him in the head, expecting him to block like he had done with all her previous blows. They fell down to the ground, Fives hitting his head hard as he reached the floor. Lupe landed on top of him with a slight thud, and she found herself having trouble getting up. Fives wasn’t even trying at this point, closing his eyes as 79’s started to spin around him.

The cantina quieted down as the Coruscant Guard took in the troublemakers. When Fives opened his eyes, an acquainted clone was looming over him, his arms crossed before his chest. “Commander, how good of you to show up,” Fives said jokingly, immediately regretting it as a thrusting pain emerged in his head. “Not this one again,” Commander Fox sighed, as he gestured to his troops to take him in. “Sorry sir, you’re coming too,” he said to Lupe, as two Coruscant Guards dragged her to her feet and took her in with the rest of the troublemakers.

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“Put him in his regular cell,” Commander Fox ordered as they dragged Fives through the corridor of the Republic’s military prison complex and tossed him into the cell. His ARC brother walked in willingly behind him, glad the chaos was over and ready to sleep it all off on the bench at the back of the cell.

As the cells around them were filled with Wolfpack troopers and some other military disruptors and nuisances, Lupe was brought into the same cell as the 501st ARC troopers. Nearing the back of the cell, she stumbled to the floor, but managed to crawl to the bench where the other ARC trooper had positioned himself. She sat down on the floor, leaning her back against the side of the bench.

Groaning, Fives heaved himself on his lower arms as he looked back at the cell’s door. “I’m sure Fox is going to shoot me one of these days,” Fives uttered from the ground where the Coruscant Guard had tossed him. With a groan he managed to get up, walked towards Lupe unsteadily, and crashed down beside her. "So, you're the one they call Lupe, right?" he asked as soon as he laid his pounding head to rest on the bench behind him. "They do. What do you prefer to be called?" she answered, her eyes closed as she rubbed her eyelids with her fingers. "Well, you can call me-"

"Your name. She asked for your name," the other ARC trooper interrupted, exactly knowing what his brother was playing at. Fives sighed out loud as he slapped the ARC trooper behind him on his chest plate, where a blue handprint stood out. "Yeah yeah, fine. Mirsh'kyramud*. Name's Fives.” Lupe withdrew her hand, opened her eyes and looked towards the clone as if he had just called tookas insufferable creatures. "What, like the number?" she retorted. The ARC trooper sighed out even louder. "Fives. It's Fives,” he reacted, whilst making abrupt hand gestures, as if that was making his point clearer.

*Mirsh'kyramud = brain assassin (boring person)

Lupe looked at the ARC trooper’s face on her left, as she tried to process the fact that the tattooed ‘5’ on his temple wasn't resembling a number. Her head was whooshing. "That still sounds like a number,” she concluded. Fives shot an angry look at her before coming with a witty remark, although as the night progressed, the level of intelligence decreased. "Yeah? Well, Lupe sounds like.. Like Dupe," he snorted back, quite pleased with what he'd come up with.

As her headache worsened, she closed her eyes again and rested the back of her head on the edge of the bench. "I'll Dupe you, next time we're in a fight," she replied softly, as she let her mind drift away and she gave in to her sleepiness. "Well, how Dupe you do," Fives said smirking. The other ARC trooper rolled his eyes, turned around on the bench to turn his back towards them, and tried sleeping off his booze- and brother-induced headache. Not for the first and probably not for the last time, he was absolutely done with the nonsense of his brother.

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With no sense of time, Lupe woke up in the dimly lit cell. Her head was still aching and her throat was dry, but at least she was able to think clearer again. As she recollected her memories from the previous evening, she found her head resting on the pauldron of the ARC trooper Fives, still sitting beside her. She straightened herself abruptly, looking around to make sure no one had noticed.

Fives started to wake, stretching himself unduly as he yawned. With his right arm stretched out, he almost hit Lupe in the face. “Watch it,” she said, as she whacked away the arm. Fives turned to her in shock as he had no idea where he was and that she was still there, his arm on the bench as he turned his torso, hitting his brother with his elbow in the process. As it dawned on him what had happened the previous evening, he heard his brother groan a low, irritated sound as he had accidentally woken him.

“How's your head?” Lupe asked softly, as Fives started to remember parts of last night. He put his hand on the back of his head, where it was still hurting. That was going to leave a bump. “Insufferable,” the ARC trooper on the bench answered before Fives could respond. “Speak for yourself, Echo,” Fives shot back at his brother. With audible difficulties, Echo lifted himself on the bench, until he was sitting upright. “I just did,” he said dryly. “But we have the same head,” Fives replied, slightly annoyed. Echo bumped his fist into Fives’ upper back before saying: “That's my point.”

Lupe chuckled briefly as she was observing the brothers arguing. Although she was in a fight with them last night, she had to admit, she could have gotten herself worse cellmates. As she sat there, her head clearing up again, she sensed a burning feeling on her arm. When she laid eyes on the culprit, her eyes opened wide in shock. “I have no recollection of this,” she blurted out, as her fingers went over the freshly set tattoo. There, on her upper left arm, below her shoulder piece, the Wolfpack emblem was now immortalised on her skin. Fives looked at her as if he was sorry for her. “My condolences,” he said to her cautiously, as he tried to remember if he'd seen a Jedi before with such a prominent tattoo.

“Are you kidding? I love it,” she shot back at him, looking up at him with a glister in her eyes. He laughed, before tapping his finger on his tattooed temple. “Good, because they're hard to get rid of.” Still touching her tattoo, Lupe got up and stretched herself. She hadn't felt this stiff after any battle she remembered, and the thudding in her head was quite new to her too. It looked like the ARC troopers were experiencing a similar feeling, although she guessed it wasn't new to them.

“I'm sorry for calling you wet hounds last night,” Fives finally said, Echo looking up surprised as he wasn’t used to his brother apologising. Lupe looked over her shoulder to meet his eyes, a smile on her face. “I guess we had it coming. Sorry for disturbing your night,” she replied genuinely. A moment of silence before she added softly: “Oh, and I do love your kama.” Fives smiled, proudly looking at his half-kilt, made out of sturdy leather.

The moment was interrupted when the door to the cell whooshed open. On the other side were Commander Fox, arms crossed before his chest, and Commander Wolffe, hands on his back. Lupe swallowed as she saw the expression on Wolffe’s helmetless face, whilst he shook his head disapprovingly. Although she was a General and Jedi Knight now, Commander Wolffe’s authoritative demeanour still scared her.

“Lupe, with me. You've got some explaining to do,” he grunted to her, as he turned around to start walking away. Lupe saluted the Commander, shot a quick ‘yessir’ at him, and turned towards the ARC troopers grinning. “Guess I'll see you around,” she said softly, winking before walking towards the corridor. “I bet you will,” Fives replied with a smirk on his face, before she disappeared outside the cell.

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“You really had to put her in a cell with them?” she overheard Wolffe snapping at Fox, as she followed a few metres behind them. “I thought she might be a good influence on them,” Fox pointed out, his stature unchanged. Wolffe sighed and shook his head again. “I'm more concerned about their influence on her.” Fox turned his head, looking at Wolffe. “Rex is doing his best, Wolffe. It's his General that makes them.. Unmanageable.”

Lupe snorted softly as she thought of General Skywalker and the 501st. She hadn't had the pleasure of accompanying them on a mission, but their stories were legendary. And her encounter with the 501st ARC troopers last night had been.. Interesting.

They turned another corner and reached the guard station near the entrance of the prison complex. A red laser barrier was disabled, so that Wolffe and Lupe could walk past it towards the front of the guard post. Fox entered the post, where some of his Coruscant Guard troopers were monitoring the cells at the Republic military base, and handed back Lupe’s lightsaber. “Good thing you didn’t use this last night; you'd have been in a whole lot of more trouble if you had, sir,” Fox warned her, as she took the lightsaber’s hilt from him. Wolffe grunted, turned around and walked out of the base. Lupe sighed, and before following him outside, turned towards Commander Fox one last time. “Sorry for the mess.”

Lupe jogged behind Commander Wolffe to catch up with him, as he briskly strode away from the prison complex. She caught up with him, walking by his side, but she didn’t know what to say to him. For a moment, she felt small, like the Padawan she had been at the very beginning of the Clone Wars, fighting her first battle alongside the imposing clone troopers.

“I appreciate your comradery with the troops, sir,” Wolffe spoke at last, putting some extra weight on the ‘sir’, “but as a General, you have responsibilities and an exemplary function towards them.” He halted, looking her in the eyes intensely to make sure his point came across. “And what you set them up to last night was neither responsible nor exemplary.”

As she shuffled on her feet, still searching for the right words, he noticed the fresh Wolfpack tattoo on her arm. He sighed as his eye softened. “Argh, can’t stay mad at you,”  he growled softly, almost under his breath, but she heard him alright. He turned again to continue his stride, as he gestured to her to keep up. “C’mon, General Koon is waiting for an explanation.”

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Epilogue

Peculiarly enough, her conversation with her former Master had felt less awkward than the long walk back with Commander Wolffe. Although alcohol was not recommended to Jedi, especially in a time of war, it wasn’t forbidden. And if anyone understood Lupe’s bond with the clone troopers, it was Master Plo Koon. She promised him to stay low for a while, to not attract any more unwanted attention towards herself, and to focus on the war and the battles to come. The war had still enough in store for her, after all.

[eliotquillon]

part of me does wonder if jace and alec would still be parabatai if TMI was a series that came out now/wasn’t the first shadowhuntersverse series that CC wrote. like undeniably the pendulum has swung back and forth a lot over years as to how significant of a thing being parabatai Is - in its original form it was just another unique piece of shadowhunter culture used to cement worldbuilding/character dynamics (eg it’s used as shorthand between luke and valentine to show just how close they were) and then with TID it became a really significant dimension of will and jem’s relationship and continued to be built up with emma/julian in TDA - and while jace and alec’s friendship was developed (and . lets be real. slightly retconned) to reflect this in later books they are still very much the odd ones out of the parabatai pairs. like they are significantly less close in the TMI era than any of the other main parabatai sets.

and while i do think a lot of that is because a) again, the parabatai concept was still in its beta phase when TMI was written and b) alec is having a hard fucking time grappling with his sexuality/crush on jace during city of bones and the months leading up to it, i also think it’s really telling that, for all that red scrolls of magic did a lot of retconning for the inter-CoG/CoFA period and is way more in line with later books in terms of its character dynamics (despite being set mid TMI era), it very much preserved the key detail of isabelle being the person who alec confides in about everything. it makes a point of reminding us that she was the only person alec felt 100% safe in telling about his sexuality and that there are still things he’d rather tell her than tell jace. which absolutely does Not fit with what we see between will&jem or even clary&simon (who i personally don’t think should have become parabatai for thematic reasons but are nevertheless textbook examples of what the parabatai bond has evolved to become in canon). and while i’m very glad trsom upheld that facet of alec and isabelle’s relationship (especially bc isabelle didn’t get to be alec’s suggenes in qoaad, which came out only 4 months before trsom) i think it is surprising that it DID when it highlights what is a pretty big absence in alec&jace’s relationship as parabatai when compared to other matched sets.

like again back in the original late game TMI era of 2013/2014 when will&jem were still implied to be a weird one-off with how close they were this was totally fine. the midnight heir short story from the bane chronicles even alluded to a more strained jace&alec type parabatai dynamic between james and matthew with james going off the rails and getting into fights with matty. i truly do not believe that jace and alec were intended to be this weird dangling thread; it’s just bad luck for them that CC had years to work on TLH in private and retcon james and matthew’s characters/friendship to end up working in a way that fit the developed version of parabatai by the time they were actually main characters. but as it stands TMI era jace and alec feel like such exceptions to the parabatai rule now. idk! this was a very long rambly post and ultimately i can’t see them as parabatai to anyone else (much as i would selfishly love for it to have been alec and isabelle, they would helicopter-parent each other into fucking oblivion if they got a rune-assisted push even further into codependency; they would be terrible parabatai to each other) but it is interesting to think about what would change about them and their relationship if CC were writing CoB today.

[anachronistic-falsehood]

I really liked your post about the Forever situation , im also part of his chat, and your post kinda helped

I got a very big anxiety crisis because of this situation, it was terrible, but im better now!!:D

The only thing that scares me is the fandom invalidate the people who were victims of pedo just because they decide to still watch Forever y'know?

I’m glad I could help somehow!! if you’re anxious about the whole thing, don’t be afraid to take a step back!! I felt this looming sense of dread over it this morning, as I’m sure many of us did, so I’m happy I was able to put some people’s minds at ease. we don’t know everything about the situation yet, so let’s all just take a deep breath and remember that we are not personally involved in this situation and we can make our judgements if and when more information comes to light.

and YES god the thing about invalidating victims sucks, and the thing is it seems to happen from both sides of the argument. ofc most people from both sides aren’t invalidating victims’ experiences, but there are loud minorities from both who are. Some of those who dislike him are ignoring the victim’s wishes to not be involved (bc the information came from a third party) and pestering her to talk about it anyway as if somehow hearing from her will magically make it all make sense, even if it means her reopening her trauma and causing her harm, and some of those who still support him are saying there’s no way this is a valid allegation and the alleged victim should be ashamed, and he is right to get pissed since it’s OH SO CLEARLY false and EVERYONE gets these allegations nowadays (sarcasm). We have no way of knowing 100% if it’s true, the alleged victim has claimed that she does not want to be involved as far as I’m aware, the information came from a third party who apparently has a history of digging up dirt about the Brazilian ccs—there are SO many factors here that we can’t confirm or deny anything.

half the fandom is reacting the same way Dream’s fanbase did when his allegations (whether they ended up being true or not; idk i don’t care enough about him to watch his fucking video essay) came out. People are saying that the person bringing up the allegations is clearly just a hater and that’s the only reason they have for this. And maybe that’s true!! Idk!!! I’ve heard through the grapevine that the alleged victim does not want to be involved!!! It’s like when Cellbit’s past abusive relationship was being talked about a few months ago; the victim wanted no part in calling him out because the situation was done and over with and they didn’t want to think about it, let alone fight for some kind of justice they didn’t even want. It’s a complicated situation, but people need to stop putting this off as just hate from antis. These are allegations, and they should be taken seriously, while also leaving the victim alone and not pestering her for details. If she comes out and says she doesn’t want justice for this, let her have her peace. If Forever shows that he has changed—which it seems like he has, at least from my perspective—let him sort this out. If all of it is true and as bad as it seems?? Sure, drag him to hell and back. But take in as much information as you can before you decide what you want to do.

but anyway RANT ASIDE, no matter what, do not be afraid to take a step back and do something else. Your mental health is more important than the dubiously moral actions of some content creator.

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Hello, today I had a talk with someone who told me about how Elaine's powers are similar to CC's the mystics.How powers are necessary, darkness and light diminishes them. I must admit that I have only read the Acotar saga, but since I think you may have read the other sagas, you can answer my question. Because if her powers of vision needs the darkness how it could influence Elain to begin to renounce the light and move more into the darkness

Hello! I'm a bit shaky with CC as it is, but I'll try to recall what I can. I don't think Elain is a mystic at all, at least canonically. She hasn't shown that side of powers to the full extent that CC does. CC has separated all the psychic powers into different categories. The Oracle has a gift for foresight and seems like a different race, described as being Sphinxes. Witches are known to have seers and necromancers, while mystics travel from world to world.

Mystics need a fire sprite with them to help navigate when they go into Hel, as another form of protection. They have not shown they have the gift of foresight, considering they spent a lot of time trying to search for where Bryce is.

We have seen Elain locate the suriel, so it might be another Mandela-like effect where it's similar but different, since ACOTAR and CC are different worlds. But what I do find interesting is that her mate's father seems to possess a similar ability.

Rhys’s eyes had gone distant for a moment, and I knew Amren was on her way, the Book in tow. To help Nesta track that Cauldron—or try to. He could explain to Mor. He’d only known I was gone after the battle stopped—when he realized Mor had been fighting. And that I was not at the camp anymore. He’d just reached Elain’s tent when Helion sent word he’d found me. Using whatever gift he possessed that allowed him to sense such things. And was bringing me back. Vague, brief details.

Also, considering that Elain immediately had a vision after her mate, who happens to be the heir of the Day Court, felt her through their bond, tells me that she needs the opposite for her powers.

Elain's powers go dormant when Lucien stopped coming around, mirroring Nessian. Nesta knows she still has her powers but has not been able to properly channel them until she was with Cassian.

She didn't Make her apartment into a home, but she did Make the House of Wind as a friend. Nesta also Made her weapons when Cassian brought her to a blacksmith, and Cassian oversaw her training to where her silver flames become part of the attack. It wasn't until after her bond snapped that she Made the charms of the bracelets.

Feyre too needed Rhysand to help navigate her daemati powers, as that seems to be a closely guarded secret that only those who are aware of them can guard themselves against.

Is it also much of a coincidence that Elain expressed that she wishes to get reacquainted with her powers when we know Lucien does come up to Velaris to meet with Rhys privately regarding Tamlin?

So, saying that her visions need darkness is canonically false, considering that her powers started getting more coherent and stronger whenever her Day Court heir mate is around. They became so strong that Azriel picked up on what they were after it happened, even though Feyre figured out what they were but didn't know their name.

When he isn't there, her mind resembles a garden in need of sunlight. When it became time that she needed it, she said she needed to get acquainted with her powers. A shadowsinger did nothing but deter her from helping, even getting her powers back. And she still cried and was scared when Feyre was close to dying, when she could have foreseen an outcome.

On top of that, Lucien has shown to be just as psychically inclined as she is. Instances include him warning Feyre not to stab him in the back in ACOTAR, which played out in ACOWAR. He knew when and where the big battle would occur, allowing them to come in last minute with two armies. He also told Tamlin that he'll be expecting Rhys in ACOSAF, and he even opened the door before Cassian knocked in ACOSF.

Az likes to help with things he knows, such as teaching Feyre how to fly while understanding the mental blocks she may face from learning too late, and helping Gwyn learn more about daggers and what she is doing wrong with cutting the ribbon.

His shadows do tend to disappear when Elain is around, so I guess he can't help her when his main source of those powers, which people love to connect them together with, doesn't want to be around her.