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content includes: female reader, drunk reader + mentions of alcohol, modern + non curse au sukuna, established relationship, unnamed friends, reader makes one (1) dick sucking joke, reader dips fries into shakes because sheâs elite like that, he carries reader
Itâs half past midnight when he comes to pick you up. Your face sours as soon as you see him, taking an instinctive step back.
âNuh uh,â you say, wagging a finger back and forth in his face as he scowls. âItâs girlâs night. No men allowedâweâve been over this!â
âAs if I wanna join your stupid girlâs night,â he scoffs. Sukuna is tired. (Of you). Itâs too late at night to be worrying about what ditch youâre going to end yourself up in after lord knows how many drinks, so regrettably, he takes matters into his own hands.
Itâs a good thing he does, too, he thinks with a flare of his nostril as he eyes the drunk, mess of a woman thatâs supposed to be your ride home. Designated driver my ass, he all but grumbles under his breath.
âHeyââ he looks over to the side with an irritated flick of his eyes as a hand smacks his shoulder. Your friend (in not better condition than you) levels him with a snarky look before she hisses, âYou heard her! Itâs girlâs night. Go away.â
Sukuna ignores herâbecause, well, thatâs what he always does anyway. She talks far too much to be considered a normal amount, and he doesnât like the shrill sound of her voice. Instead, he turns to you, gives you a firm, scolding look before he grunts, âWe are going home. Now.â
You seem to catch onto the stern tone of his voice because within seconds, youâre slumping against him as you whine, âFine,â with a pout. âMean.â
âYeah?â He snorts, âYou know whatâs meaner? Nasty men who find girls passed out in the middle of the streets. Now letâs go. Weâre going homeâall of you.â
A chorus of whines and petty insults makes him want to grab a drink himselfâbeing inebriated seems like the only way your friends are tolerable, but as annoying as they are, he refuses to leave them here wasted.
So he does the noble thing, and sacrifices his ear drums as they play whatever stupid pop song is trending on the radio at full volume down the streets, heads sticking out of the windows and screaming the lyrics out to innocent passerbyâs.
Sukuna is just a guy. Not the best, most chivalrous or charitable guy, maybeâbut just a guy, all the same. Heâs not done anything wrong to deserve this torture. Heâs been nothing but a kind (usually) boyfriend that loves you unconditionally (most of the time), supports you wholeheartedly (when it suits him), listens to your problems (if heâs in the mood), and makes you feel special (as long as it doesnât inconvenience him).
Still, heâs stuck basically being an uber driverâfor free, no lessâto your ungrateful, bratty, obnoxious friends that arenât pretty enough to enjoy your company in the first place. They donât even thank him when they get out as he drops them off one by one to their homes, opting to say goodbye to you as if youâre the one who pays for the gas in his car.
Finally, the last of your friends (who he likes to consider nuisances) leaves, freeing him of anymore radio pop songs and unnaturally loud giggles.
He grumbles as you ask, âCan we get milkshakes?â
âNo.â
âPlease?â You whine, âI want strawberry.â
âThatâs great,â he says sarcastically, âThe answerâs still no.â
âPlease, please, please, Kuna? Iâll suck your dick on the drive thereââ
âJesus, whatâs the matter with you?â He hisses, fighting back flushed cheeks as he glares at you once the car rolls to a stop at a red light.
Usually, heâs the one making such lewd comments and getting under your skinâbut lacking in sobriety is seriously forcing the two of you to switch roles. Heâs starting to wonder if maybe he should be nicer to youâyou deal with a lot. (Not that heâs mean. He considers himself a pretty generous boyfriend).
âIâll even pay,â you offer.
âYou didnât bring a wallet, so it looks like Iâll have to pay,â he says blandly.
You grin, giving him an innocent smile as you excitedly ask, âSo thatâs a yes?â
âAre you going to be quiet if I say yes?â He clicks his teeth in thinly-veiled irritation.
You grin, nodding enthusiastically.
Well, he thinks bitterly, so much for no more pit stops.
Itâs not long until heâs pulling into the drive-thru of the nearest fast food joint, rolling his window down to order your stupid, late night request.
âWeâll take one strawberry milkshake, please,â he says gruffly.
âAnything else?â Comes the tired reply of whoever is taking his order.
âNoââ
âAnd large fries, please!â You lean over him to shout out the window and make sure the poor worker hears you. Sukuna glares, (gently) pushing you back into your seat as he hisses, âPut your seatbelt on! And you asked for a milkshake, not a damn meal.â
âFries arenât a meal,â you huff, âAnd theyâre good dipped in the shake. You canât have one without the other.â
âNoââ
âIâll scream that Iâm being kidnapped,â you warn, âI want my fries.â
âFucking fine,â he throws his hands up, exasperatedly caving to your request because, yeah, having some drunk, half-conscious woman in his front seat screaming bloody murder about being abducted at two a.m. is not a good look to a stranger that doesnât know any better. âOne strawberry milkshake and large fucking fries and thatâs it,â he growls to the other person through the drive-thru speaker.
Itâs not the poor employeeâs fault, and he knows it, but heâs too tired and sleep-deprived to care about his snarky attitude.
âItâll be ready at the window,â the man speaks tiredly, completely unphased.
âYay!â You squeal.
Itâs a pretty bothersome task to have to stop the car five minutes after receiving the food just to open the lid of your cup for you so that you can dip your fries into your milkshake easier, but he figures itâs better than a tiring drive home. Or worse, a spill all over his car seats at your own attempt.
He glances over at you wearily as he finally (hopefully) starts to drive home, watching as you dip your french fries into your frozen drink and happily eat away. He crinkles his eyes at the combination.
Heâll never understand peopleâs unnatural obsession with pairing anything remotely salty and sweet together.
âMy friends think youâre weird,â you hum, taking a handful of fries to your mouth as you say between chewing, âThey say youâre intense. Like, scary intense. But I told them, thatâs just his face.â
Finally, a small smile cracks on his face, breaking through the grumpy, tired exterior. He snorts, shaking his head. âDrunk you has way too much to say.â
âDrunk me is honest,â you retort, clutching your fries to your chest as you huff, âNow Iâm not sharing my fries anymore.â
âYou werenât going to anyway,â he rolls his eyes.
Finally, his car pulls into a familiar parking spot, just outside of your shared home as he parks and turns to you. You giggle at him before humming, âHowâd you know?â
âBecause you never do,â he rolls his eyes.
âThatâs because this relationship is 50/50! You buy the food, and I eat it.â
âYeah?â He snorts, shaking his headâstill, thereâs something endearing about the way you clutch your fries close to your chest, as if guarding them with your life. He leans over, snatching one easily anyway, smirking in amusement when you gasp and pout at the gesture.
âHey! Thatâs mine!â
âYeah, whatever,â he grunts, fighting back a fond grin before he asks, âLetâs go. Weâre going in.â
With that, he comes around to your side of the car, pulling you out and hoisting you up to carry you bridal style as he marches over to the front door. Sighing happily, you admire his face as he walks.
âThanks,â you murmur.
He raises a brow, mildly shocked. âFor?â
âFor bringing me home. Same time next week?â
He chuckles, pressing a soft, affectionate kiss to your forehead. âAbsolutely not. No more girlâs nights with those shit shows.â
#writing tag#sukuna x reader#ryomen sukuna x reader#sukuna x you#ryomen sukuna x you#sukuna fluff#ryomen sukuna fluff#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen x you#jjk fluff#jujutsu kaisen fluff
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because I just binged read all the office frenemies au James, can we pleaseeee have like them interacting after they've been on the coffee date, or just them dating in general? and maybe r teasing James instead of James teasing r? tqqq
âJames begs for a kiss, and youâre almost caught. fem, 1.2k
You thought your life was over the second you kissed James Potter. You kissed him, you went first; the second you lifted your chin, you were giving him power over you he didnât have before. You were confessing that all your arguments and quipping had turned from real annoyance to fondness.Â
You thought heâd hold it against you. You didnât really consider that he might enjoy being kissed by you.Â
âOh, please,â he says, pushing across his sofa to hold your arm, âplease, donât be angry with me. Iâm sick of you frowning, and I usually love it when you frown.âÂ
âIâm not kissing you,â you say.Â
âPlease,â he says, dark strands of hair falling across his forehead. You can see your face in his glasses if you concentrate, but his eyes distract you, their pupils brown as the slick bark of a sycamore.Â
âThe last time you brought me here, James, you laid me out on the sofa like aâ like we were in some sort of dirty movie, and Sirius nearly caught us. You know he and Remus are already suspicious of us.âÂ
âThey arenât, they arenât,â he insists, his hand spreading warmly across your stomach, âI told them weâre just friends now.âÂ
âAnd they didnât believe it.âÂ
âWell, no, but thatâs because everyoneâs under the impression you might kill me one day.âÂ
âHow do they know youâre not gonna try and kill me?â you ask, enjoying the feeling of his pinky skirting adoringly under your ribs. âYouâre the boy.â
âDonât be sexist.âÂ
âDonât be obtuse.âÂ
James is an aching sort of pretty. If you think about it, frenemies or otherwise, you never for a moment thought heâd want you. Heâs made his jokes, but heâs said things with sincerity that are too much to ignore. You can be so lovely.Â
You find that you want him to think it again.Â
He looks down at your stomach, teasing the creases of your t-shirt between his fingers.Â
âOkay,â you say quietly, raising your hand to his ear. You draw a line down the shell of it and catch the lobe under your index finger. âLetâs kiss, then.âÂ
âSeriously?â he asks. His head comes up fast with enthusiasm.Â
âYeah, I think so. Just donât push me over again.âÂ
âDonât say it like that, I didnât push you, I just laid on top of you,â he says, bringing his hand to your cheek, where he holds you with all the tenderness of a practised lover, like heâs known you for years, âand you seemed to like it, Iâll have you know.âÂ
âJames,â you whisper, thinking, if heâs gonna play it that way, âIââ You enthuse your tone with a timid sort of longing, which isnât hard to procure. âI liked it, of course I did, Iâve never felt like this before, I just donât wantâŚâ
He rubs your cheek gently. His eyes fill with a sorriness that nearly makes you feel bad for messing with him. âWeâre being careful, yeah? Sirius wonât find out. No one will until we want them to.â
âWho says I want them to?âÂ
He doesnât fill with anger nor annoyance; his eyes light with delight at your regular tone. âYouâre such a devious, wicked girl,â he says, brushing a line up your cheek with his thumb. âYou had me, then.âÂ
âDonât I always?âÂ
He gives a self-deprecating scoff. âIâd rather you didnât think so, but yes.âÂ
âI really donât want Sirius to find out.âÂ
âHeâs not home for hours,â James says easily. âKnowing that, would you like to have a kiss now?âÂ
âI already asked for one.âÂ
He hums his agreement against your lips. You squeeze your eyes closed at the sudden connection, relaxing as his hand works behind you to hook you in. âSorry for the delay,â he murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth, the very bottom of your chin, and your neck, twice, before returning to your lips. They part under his, and the kiss turns to much more than softness youâd shared on the steps outside the office. This is hot, and inviting, and searching for something as he leans his weight against you. He doesnât push. You knew he wouldnât.Â
You hold his shirt as he kisses you. Things are so new between you that you arenât always sure what he wants you to do, where he needs your hands, but he doesnât complain. Doesnât make it feel like a big deal. His hand roves from your back to your hand on his chest and guides it behind him. âAlright?â he asks between kisses, nose pressed to yours.Â
âMm,â you say.Â
âYeah? You sure?âÂ
âIâm fine, Iâmâ Iâm great.âÂ
âYouâre brilliant,â he says warmly, nudging your nose up with his to press your lips together loosely. Just loose, nothing kisses, your heart like a bruise deep in your chest as he draws you nearer.Â
You decide to be lovely as heâd thought of you and hold him with both arms. Your fingers flirt with the edge of his shirt, fingertips finding a slip of bare skin.Â
âYouâre so handsome,â you whisper.Â
You canât see him, but you can hear how he takes it. âYouâ fucking hell. Fucking hell, youâre beautiful.â He tips your head back. You have the feeling he wants you to open your eyes, but you keep them closed, and eventually he leans in to kiss the soft spot under your jaw.Â
You let out a sigh. Somehow, Jamesâ kiss gets even gentler.Â
Heâs kissed down to the collar of your shirt when a clattering sound echoes down the hall, the weight of the front door hitting a radiator as two giggles follow. âRemus!â Sirius hisses, âyouâll take it off the wall!â
âSorry!â Remus says.Â
You and James spring apart so hard it makes the sofa squeak.Â
âJames?â Remus calls.Â
âWeâre in here!â James calls back.Â
You widen your eyes. James is far less shocked, neatening your shirt and throwing a blanket from the back of the sofa over your legs. He shuffles across the seats and grabs the remote just in time to click play on the TV. The door opens, and James quickly straightens his glasses, the lenses smudged with skin.Â
âHello,â Remus says happily, Sirius poking his head in behind him.Â
âHi,â Sirius says, giving you both a far more suspicious look. âWhat are you doing here, sweetheart?âÂ
You know instantly that whatever you say will be better believed than James. âJames bragged about having that new Quiet Place movie on the telly, and I knew he didnât, so now weâre watchingâ what?âÂ
âUh, antiques roadshow,â James says.Â
You roll your eyes. âWeâre watching antiques roadshow.âÂ
âRight,â Sirius says.Â
âI thought you had the DVD?â Remus asks.Â
âI did! I just donât know where it is!â James cries.Â
Remus raises his eyebrows. âWanna get some dinner, then?âÂ
James deflates in relief, sending you a completely unsubtle smile. âYou hungry, shorts?âÂ
You canât believe you just let him kiss you. That you keep letting him. Heâs never gonna be able to keep your secret from his friends. âYeah, I guess so.âÂ
â
office frenemies au
#james potter#james potter x reader#james potter x fem!reader#james potter x y/n#james potter x you#james potter fic#james potter fluff#james potter blurb#james potter drabble#james potter imagine#james potter fanfic#james potter fanfiction#james potter scenario#james potter oneshot#the marauders#marauders era#marauders
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Girl I'm Into It
NSFW- WC- 1.4k- Request for heavy petting w/Gojo! College AU, lots of dry humping, touching, and teasing, Virgin Gojo blushing and whimpering for reasons lol <3
"Holy fuck the party's cramped." You mumble, sipping on this godawful punch in the middle of a rather insane frat party. The scent of smoke and cloyingly sweet liquor mixes with the endless amounts of men's axe body spray and cheap perfume. You look at Satoru then, shaking your head at him. "You really joining the frat, Toru?"
"Yeah, I mean why not? Suguru and Kento are."
"I know but... we play Digimon, Toru."
"Hush!" Satoru covers your mouth up quickly, looking around nervously, making you both laugh then. "You're the nerd."
"Me!?"
"You. Hey man, watch it!" Satoru shoves a dude who has bumped into you out of the way now, sighing as there are just far too many people, watching as you get nervous. "Wanna go to a room? Get away?"
"Yeah, if you don't mind?" You and Satoru had been friends forever, including now that you're in college of course, but parties weren't your thing, especially frat parties. But, you want to support Satoru in whatever he does. He leads you down the halls now, opening a room and peeking in, seeing a couple on the bed.
"Shit, sorry!" He closes the door, now opening another, grinning down at you brightly, his pretty blue eyes glittering under snowy lashes. "Got it."
"Thanks, Toru." You murmur, as he leads you in the room and shuts the door behind you both, the bed looks... questionable, so he instead sits on a big recliner, patting his long leg. You blush at the thought, hoping he can't see.
"Seat right here. The bed looks diseased." He says with a shiver of disgust, you laugh then, sitting on his thigh. You all had done this before at parties, you were good friends and it wasn't crazy but...
But Satoru's leg feels so good between your thighs.
So good you're nervous he can sense your heat, as you've both gotten older you've had more and more feelings for him. But now he's at this university, going to be in a frat, and you're over at an art school, he's right in saying you are a nerd...
"What's wrong silly?" He asks then, peeking at his phone, popping on a song, you try to relax a bit when his big hand is on your bare thigh so casually, he's leaning back to get comfortable, long legs sprawled out, pressing his thigh up even more.
"Um..." You gasp then, when your hips shift, and you feel your panties getting wet, panicking. He has on jeans thank god, maybe he doesn't notice!?
"Recharge that social battery." He teases, and you turn your head again, shifting your hips experimentally, he pauses now, lips parted, pouty pink ones you want to kiss so damn bad. "Fuck... you're..."
"Sorry, shit." You stand now, then look down in horror at the wet spot on his light blue jeans, covering your face in embarrassment. He gulps then, running a thumb over the sticky wetness, exhaling, blue eyes locked on it. "I'll leave-"
"Stop, it's normal yeah?" He laps it up on his thumb, moaning, and your pussy throbs around nothing. "Fuck it's... sweet?"
"It is?" You whisper, he nods then, looking up at you under those long snowy lashes, taking your hips carefully and spinning you towards him. "Gojo I've never..."
"Me either." You gasp at that, eyes wide, and he's blushing now, cheeks flushed pink on his perfect skin.
"How!? You're so popular, and gorgeous-"
"You think I'm gorgeous?" He asks, thin white brows drawn together, now you're between his thighs, his hands pressing into your hips, your entire body is reacting, your breaths quicker and quicker.
"Of course I do, Toru."
"Well I think you're pretty. So pretty." He says softly, and suddenly your hand is running through his silky white locks, as the other rests on a strong bicep over his long sleeved shirt.
"You do?" You manage to whisper, he nods, pulling you on his lap then, your thighs on either side, shaking as you kneel over him. "Toru what are..."
"Can we kiss? Please? Pretty please?" He bats his lashes, pouting, and you nod with a little nervous laugh. "I've done some things if you want me to show you?"
"Like kiss?" You whisper, lips pressing against his now, Satoru moans against your lips, you feel them, plush and firm against yours, his hot tongue slipping inside your mouth, you gasp then. You cling to his shoulders as your panties now brush against his lap, and you sink down, crying out at how good it feels, his hardness between your dripping folds.
"You're a good kisser." He murmurs, pulling back, pressing you down firmer now, and you're soaking your panties, ruining them completely, earning his groan. "I can feel how hot you are. She's so needy, hmm?" His tone goes husky, your lips part at it, gasping, your head falling back as you roll your hips again, grinding on his cock over his clothes.
"Satoru... need more." You whimper when he's kissing the tops of your breasts, then up your throat, licking and biting, bucking his hips up then, earning another cry of pleasure, heat pooling in your core. "Ngh!"
"Those sounds you make, fuck..." Satoru picks you up by your hips then, slipping a finger to your swollen clit over your panties. "They're soaked."
"Embarrassing... ah!" Satoru's little hum of satisfaction just makes you wetter, he's looking right at you, and you're drowning in that gaze, in the swirling blue depths of his eyes.
"Let me make you cum." He whispers, slipping past the elastic of your panties now, finding your soaking wet pussy with his fingers, you nearly fall apart at it, pausing your movements. He moans, hard cock shoving up more. "No, keep rocking on me."
"Y-you sure?" He nods eagerly, so you rock more on Satoru's cock, his finger rolling on your clit now in little circles, watching you, flushed cheeks, parted full lips. You kiss them as you cry out, grinding helplessly while he keeps rolling circles, then starts flicking back and forth. "Toru!"
"So wet, oh my god... so pretty..." He is urging you on more and more with every breath, every kiss, until you're about to fall, and he's sensing it, free hand grabbing your ass, shoving you further on his clothed cock, panties a sticky mess. You're dripping all the way down his finger as he's moaning, harder and harder between your lips. "Let go, I've got you."
"Toru I-"
"Cum." You scream out then, as if on command, shuddering as your wetness gushes all over, as you throb around nothing, making a mess of his finger, your panties, his jeans. He moans now, sucking on his finger before kissing you, grinding up more and more, gasping as you're trembling, clinging to him, wanting more and more...
suddenly the door knocks, and you both curse. "Go away." He grumbles, you giggle then, hips moving just a bit, and Satoru is now slipping down his zipper, you watch with a gulp as his cock is revealed, a sticky wet spot on his boxers as his pretty cock springs free, long and curved, making you wetter. " Can I... rub it on you?" He asks, you nod nervously, and Satoru now has slipped his pretty pink tip into your panties, rubbing on your engorged clit.
"Satoru!" You're gushing more and more, and he groans then, all flushed, clinging to your ass as he fucks your panties.
"F-fuck you're too wet, too hot I- ah- oh my god..." You feel something hot and sticky against you now, and you flush, looking down to see Satoru's cock is spurting hot white ropes of sticky cum agaisnt you. He rests his head on your chest, whimpering. "Fuck I'm sorry. Shit, shit shit..."
"Toru... it's okay." You whisper then, he is blushing as bad as you are when he tilts back, looking up, cupping your face gently. You place your hand down and lap some of it up, moaning. "You're yummy too."
"Fuck... let me..." Satoru picks you up then, taking off the panties he'd cum in, laughing a little nervously as you watch him, only for him to turn you and sit you on the seat, pushing your thighs apart. He fingers the sticky cum on your pussy lips, kneeling then.
"W-what are you doing?" You whisper, and he looks up at you with dilated eyes, kissing up your inner thigh.
"Gonna clean up my mess."
Virgin Toru is new for me aha, but he's adorableee
#satoru gojo#gojo smut#satoru x reader#jjk gojo#satoru gojo smut#satoru smut#jujutsu kaisen#gojo x y/n#satoru x y/n#jujustu kaisen#satoru x you
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Ahhh if only it wasn't an online class. I am really thinking about responding to it but I don't even know how to call him on his crap without just blatantly being mean
I just started grad school this fall after a few years away from school and man I did not realize how dire the AI/LLM situation is in universities now. In the past few weeks:
I chatted with a classmate about how it was going to be a tight timeline on a project for a programming class. He responded "Yeah, at least if we run short on time, we can just ask chatGPT to finish it for us"
One of my professors pulled up chatGPT on the screen to show us how it can sometimes do our homework problems for us and showed how she thanks it after asking it questions "in case it takes over some day."
I asked one of my TAs in a math class to explain how a piece of code he had written worked in an assignment. He looked at it for about 15 seconds then went "I don't know, ask chatGPT"
A student in my math group insisted he was right on an answer to a problem. When I asked where he got that info, he sent me a screenshot of Google gemini giving just blatantly wrong info. He still insisted he was right when I pointed this out and refused to click into any of the actual web pages.
A different student in my math class told me he pays $20 per month for the "computational" version of chatGPT, which he uses for all of his classes and PhD research. The computational version is worth it, he says, because it is wrong "less often". He uses chatGPT for all his homework and can't figure out why he's struggling on exams.
There's a lot more, but it's really making me feel crazy. Even if it was right 100% of the time, why are you paying thousands of dollars to go to school and learn if you're just going to plug everything into a computer whenever you're asked to think??
#anti AI#kids please#i know literary analysis can be boring#but i promise you it's about more than just the material#it's about how we communicate and express ideas#about how to think about a work and pick it apart#and by golly some of y'all are disturbingly willing to outsource your thinking to the machines#<<< TRUTH#also it wasn't even that hard#a short play and a 200 word discussion post#it took me like fifteen minutes tops
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~đđĄđ đđŠđ˛ đđđŹđđđŤ'đŹ đđđđŤđđ~ Part 2
Part 2 of The Spy Master's Secret Find more ACOTAR works here! Summary: The strange scent of an unknown female and a... love letter? Warnings: Out of character bat boys? idk but they are happy and brotherly and all is good in this, Mention of illicit affairs (just teasing), Bad injuries, Inner Circle loves to STAY in Azriel's business, I actually write Rhys as not an asshole in this one
The Spymaster had a dirty little secret.
Well, not really. But she loved to tease Azriel by referring to herself as such.Â
He always pretended to hate it, but he could never fight the smile he got when hearing her refer to herself as his dirty little secret.
Deep down, he knew she did it just to see that damned smile.
He wasnât smiling right now though, as he sat in his office after a rather⌠tiresome mission and got berated by his dirty little secret in question.Â
While the conversation wasnât pleasant, a wave of disappointment hit Azriel as he heard the combined footsteps of the High Lord and his General.
With one last scathing look, she walked into the shadows once more.
âAz! Rhysand and I were⌠was someone else just in here?â Cassian asked, stopping whatever thought was so important in the moment that both brothers had to interrupt him, but not important enough to finish.
âNo.â
âAzriel, we can smell that a female was in here⌠a rather excited one at that.â Rhysand said, slightly wincing at his word choice.
âOh my Mother, Azriel is having an illicit affair with an unknown female in his office.â Cassian teased, bouncing on his feet at the excitement the mere idea gave him.
âYes, Cassian. I found time while finishing paperwork from the two week long mission I went on to have a clandestine meeting with a woman.â Azriel grumbled. He played it off as a ridiculous thing to think, but it wasnât actually that far from the truth. In reality, she didnât really give him any time nor warning to find the time to get yelled at by her.
âWho is she? Do we know her? Nesta is going to die when I tell her we caught you post-hot and steamy meeting with a mystery woman.â
âI didnât mean excited as in aroused, you idiot.â Rhysand said while smacking the back of Cassianâs head. âIs this the so-called best friend? And how did you get someone to winnow in and out of here without being detected?âÂ
âShe didnât winnow.â
âBut her scent starts and ends in this room?â Cassian jumped in, still rubbing the back of his head.
âYes.â
Both brothers waited for more information, till they remembered who they were talking to. Rhysand caught sight of the Shadows once more appearing in the room. âDid- did she shadow walk?â That seemed like the only explanation, but how could she have done such a thing without Azriel? She couldn't have been able to unlessâŚ
âPlease tell me you did not find another fucking Shadowsinger and not tell us immediately.â Cassian begged.
âI didnât find another Shadowsinger and not tell you immediately.â Azriel replied sarcastically.Â
âWait, so did you or did you not?â
âI didnât.â He replied truthfully. Not that the two bastards standing in front of him could tell.
Realizing that once again Azriel wasnât going to give more than he wanted to, Cassian and Rhysand gave up, finally explaining what they had actually come into the room for.Â
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âI swear to you Feyre, Darling. Just smell his office!â Rhysand said as he led his mate, with Cassian and Nesta in toe, to the Spy Masterâs office.
He had sent Azriel on a bullshit errand in order to get the two Archeron sisters to experience it for themselves, having not believed either of the two Illyrians.Â
Azriel knew it was a bullshit errand, but he also knew he didnât want to deal with whatever Rhysand was planning on doing without his knowledge.Â
âAll I can smell is Cassianâs sweaty leathers.â Nesta said, coughing at the smell.
âI just washed them!â Cassian replied defensively. This only made Nesta gag, the smell strong enough to prevail even after a deep clean.
The two began to bicker, Rhysand joining in, as Feyre snooped around, not having had the opportunity to really look around Azâs office before.Â
She had been content in her observations, ready to stop the argument about Cassian's eternal body odor, when she spotted a letter in beautiful handwriting.
She couldnât read the letter, it had been written in a language she had never seen. Just as she began to lose interest, the sign off startled her.
âWhat the fuck?â she yelled, startling the rest of the occupants in the room.
âWhat's wrong?â Nesta asked, concerned at the sudden swearing. The vulgarity was normal for the eldest Archeron but not so much with the youngest.Â
As Feyre pointed to the letter, Rhysand walked around to look at it, also unable to read whatever language it was written in.Â
âMust be from one of his spies. Some kind of thing only they can read.â He reasoned.
âWhy would he talk to his spies like this?â She asked, pointing to the ending, reading it out for the other two in the room.
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đđđťđ˛đŽđľ
A stunned silence filled the room. This was a strangely poetic side of Azriel none of them had ever witnessed. Before any questions could be asked, a crash sounded from the balcony.Â
There, the poet in question held his stomach, seemingly trying to stop his organs from falling out.Â
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âHow do you feel?â Rhysand asked his brother, finally waking up after a long few days asleep.
âLike death.â Azriel answered, head pounding from the light, even though it was as dark as possible, minus the candle that was lit on the far side of the room inhibited by the rest of the Inner Circle.
âGood. You are an asshole for staying on the brink of death for days straight. You stressed us out enough with your dramatics. I hope you hurt for a little.â Nesta said, trying to hide her relief at Azâs sudden consciousness.Â
âIt isnât my fault I was attacked while having to search every art supply store in Velaris for certain paints Rhys wanted for Feyre. Which by the way, Rhysand, donât exist. So fuck you for that.â
Rhysand grimaced. Feyre sent him a feeling down the bond he knew meant he was in for a lot of berating later.Â
âAt least you are on the mend. Madja said the poison coating their weapons is what really did you in. Once she found the anecdote you started healing. So, no hard feelings. Everyone is happy now, yes?â Cassian explained, a forced smile on his face as he hoped Rhysand wouldnât bring up the fact it was his idea to send Az on the impossible paint run.Â
âActually, I have a few choice words for the Shadowsinger.â A new voice replied, startling every single person in the room. Well, all except one.
Azriel groaned in his bed, wishing the headache was worse just so he didnât have to go through what he knew was unavoidable.Â
âYou know, we have a rule. No taking what isnât ours without explicit permission from the other. 500 years is a long time to obey that rule just to throw it out the window.â The mysterious fae female scolded.
The rest of the room was in a stunned silence. Hands on weapons, magic at their fingertips, ready to fight whoever this was the second the shock wore off.Â
âWho the fuck is this?â Cassian yelled.
A reasonable question.
The sound made Azriel wince, head still pounding. But it was about to get way worse.Â
âMy carranam.â The Spy Master replied.
A/n: sooo part 3?
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Sunshine [10] - Storm
AN: My loves, thank you so so much for your wonderful support and lovely comments and HCs! â¤ď¸ Youâre amazing! â¤ď¸
I hope you like this as well, and please donât forget to tell me what you think, thank you! đĽ°
Pairing: Logan Howlett x Female!Reader
Summary: A sudden storm can be overwhelming.
Word Count:Â 3670
CW: Explicit language, blood, injuries, adult themes MDNI
Series Masterlist
Getting too caught up in a relationship hadnât been an issue since youâd had Theo, but before him, there was a reason why all your friends accused you of being a romantic. When you fell in love, you didnât even think about the possibility of a break up butâ
You really should have.
âLogan?â
Logan looked down at you, running his fingertips over your spine while you played with the dog tags around his neck.
âYeah?â
âI have a question but you need to promise me youâll be honest.â
A rumble of a chuckle vibrated in his chest, making you bite back a smile as you looked up at him, resting your chin on his chest.
âThe last time you made me promise that, you ended up asking me what animal I thought I could beat in a fight.â
âThat was for science.â
âHow?â
âIn case one day we decide to go on a safari and end up getting stranded in there.â
âThatâs a possibility?â
âYou canât be too careful,â you said. âIâm used to thinking about every scenarioâanyway, this is another question.â
âIâm listening.â
âSo you have the super strength and all thatâŚâ
âYeah.â
âWhat supernatural creature do you think you could take down in a fight?â
Logan blinked a couple of times. âThatâs the question you want me to answer honestly?â
âCould you take down a werewolf?â
âWeâre actually talking about this,â Logan muttered to himself. âOkay.â
âA werewolf,â you insisted. âCould you take down a werewolf?â
 He took a deep breath, then shrugged his shoulders.
âI donât think itâd be that difficult to take down a werewolf,â he stated and you hummed.
âA little cocky, but Iâll let it slide,â you said, laying your head on his chest again. âA vampire.â
âPlease, vampires are lame,â he said with a grimace. âI could definitely take down a vampire, are you kidding?â
âYou sound so sure of yourself that Iâm half-tempted to ask if youâve ever taken down a vampire.â
He let out a chuckle. âIâm not going to be beaten by a creature that canât survive in the sunlight even if itâs hypothetical.â
âThey are pretty powerful.â
âTo repeat, they burn in sunlight. Doesnât sound powerful to me.â
You clicked your tongue.
âHow about a zombie?â you asked. âCould you take down a zombie?â
âThose things fall apart anyway, shouldnât be difficult.â
âWhat if itâs a herd?â
âSame logic.â
âYouâre telling me you could take down one hundred zombies?â
âThatâs exactly what Iâm saying.â
You hid your yawn behind your hand. âUm, mermaids.â
âMermaids arenât even scary.â
âNo, not that type ofâlike those in Pirates of the Caribbean, have you watched that?â
âNo.â
âIâll put that on the list. Itâs likeâitâs like sirens, they lure you to the sea and then drown you.â
He paused for a moment, then hummed.
âYeah, I think a mermaid could take me down.â Â
âReally?â
âIâm not good with water.â
âCan you swim?â
âI can swim but if I try to stay still in the water I sink,â he said slowly. âBecause of the skeleton. And like I said, Iâm not good with water.â
Something in his voice sounded distant so you decided not to push him. You were way too sleepy for a big conversation anyway, and you didnât want to force him to talk about anything he didnât want to talk about. Heaving a sigh, you nuzzled closer to him and he dipped his head to press a kiss on top of your head.
âHow about you?â he asked. âWhat supernatural creature could you take down in a fight?â
âDo you know any creatures you can disarm with the power of speech?â you asked, making him let out a laugh.
âNot really.â
âI mean I think Iâd have a better chance surviving a vampire than a werewolf,â you murmured, your voice already drowsy. âWerewolves have fewer weaknesses I think, and yes vampires can hunt you down but only in night time. Well, werewolves can only hunt you down during the full moon, thereâs that but I feel like as far as supernatural creatures goâŚâ
You didnât even realize you were falling asleep.
Until a soaring pain pulled you out of it.
A scream left your lips as your eyes snapped open, your hand shooting to your other arm to grab at it. You sat up straighter in the bed, now realizing Logan was also awake and upright in bed, breathing hard and unsheathing his claws. Your name spilled from his lips in a whisper as you looked down at your arm, the blood pouring from the open wound, coating your hand and the sheets in red.
âIâm fineââ you managed to say breathlessly while Logan stared at you, complete terror in his eyes. âIâm fine itâs justâŚumââ
âLet me see,â he said in a low voice and you tried to blink back the tears with a grimace. Logan carefully lifted your arm, letting you see the three gashes through all the blood under the dim light of the moon coming from the window.
Shit.
âYou need stitches,â Logan muttered as he grabbed his jeans to put them on. âWeâre going to the hospital.â
âStitches?â you repeated, looking down at your arm. âAre you sure?â
âThose are deep cuts,â his voice sounded a little distant again and you couldnât tell it was because of the blood loss you were currently suffering from. He bunched up his white shirt to press it against the wound, making you hiss in a breath.
âIâm sorry,â he said as he swallowed thickly. âIâm so sorry.â
âWhatâno, itâs fine!â you said in a haste, trying to focus through the fire burning your arm. âItâs not your fault.â
âIt is.â
âLoganââ you started but he went to grab your sweater off the chair at the corner of the room, then made his way back to you. He helped you get into it, then into your jeans while you held onto his shoulder trying to move your arm as little as possible.
âI can carry youââ
âLogan, itâs just my arm,â you assured him with a huff of a laughter. âI can walk. Itâs totally fine.â
A shadow crossed his eyes, his jaw clenching tight.
âRight,â he muttered through his teeth. âYeah. Letâs go.â
                                              *
You really, really hated hospitals. As a child, you were quite the troublemaker so youâd had your fair share of hospital visits, and each and every time was quite painful. Even now, as a grown up, you couldnât help but feel tense whenever you had to go to hospitals.
And Theoâs very scary birth hadnât helped the situation.
But if anything, this really wasnât a big deal. A couple of stitches and you would be fine, but Logan looked much more tense than you were. He was completely quiet and withdrawn, standing in the corner of the hospital room like a guard dog while the doctor worked on your arm.
âSo how did you get this, exactly?â she asked and you tried to smile at her.
âOh, uhâŚI work in a diner,â you said. âAnd as it turns out, night shift and sharp objects arenât a good combo.â
âIâd bet,â she said as she pulled back to look at the stitches, then took off her latex gloves. âWell the good news is, itâs a very clean cut so itâll be much easier to heal. Keep it dry the first day, and after tomorrow you can wash around it with clean water twice a day.â
âOkay.â
âTake the antibiotics, apply the cream I prescribed andâŚwell, be careful around knives?â she said with an assuring smile and you let out a small laugh.
âNoted. Thank you so much, doctor.â
âHave a nice night,â she said and walked past the cubicle curtain. You let out a breath, feeling around the gauze before lifting your head to smile at Logan.
âHey,â you said. âYou okay?â
For some reason, Logan couldnât hold your gaze like he usually would, so instead he stole a look at you before fixing his gaze on the floor and nodded.
âSure.â
âYou donât like hospitals either huh?â you asked, âI mean if I hate the smell, I canât imagine how you feel with those enhanced senses of yours.â
Logan didnât answer, instead he rushed to help you when you grabbed your coat so that you could put it on.
âThanks,â you said and he pulled his hands back as if he could burn you if he kept them on you a second longer than he needed to. You pulled your brows together, but didnât comment on it as you started walking beside him to get out of the building.
You didnât really do well with quiet so the music coming from the radio and your nonsense chatter were the only things filling the silence in the car. Logan met your questions with occasional grunts to signal that he was listening and at best you got curt, one-word answers.
It was only when you walked into your apartment and Logan followed you like a quiet guardian that you turned to him, putting your hand on your hip.
âLogan.â
He closed the door behind him. âHm?â
âDonât get me wrong, I can talk until the sunrise but this is becoming a one-way street,â you told him. âAre you okay?â
He blinked a couple of times as if he couldnât believe you were asking him that.
âAre you?â he asked back after a beat and you shrugged your shoulder.
âItâs not the first time Iâm getting stitches,â you said. âAnd to be completely honest with you, after childbirth everything else they do to you in a hospital kind of pales in comparison. Iâm fine.â
He snorted, then clicked her tongue. âSure.â
âNo seriously, itâs just stitches,â you said, walking to the kitchen to fill yourself a glass of water. âAnd you heard what the doctor said, itâll heal pretty easily.â
You popped the painkillers in your mouth, then downed them with water before putting the glass back on the counter, then walked back to the hallway.
âIf I go to sleep right now, I think I can survive on three cups of coffee instead of four tomorrow,â you joked with a grin, but he couldnât even smile back, he just followed you to the bedroom. After helping you get into a comfortable oversized shirt, he took a step back as you sat down on the bed. You frowned, tilting your head.
âAre you coming?â you asked, motioning at the bed and Logan shook his head.
âNo,â he said, his voice deep. Your frown deepened.
âWhat?â
âI should uhââ he motioned at the living room. âIâll sleep on the couch. Iâd still hear if you needed anything at night and itâd be safer.â
âSafer?â you repeated. âLogan, come on.â
âI canât risk another nightmare and you ending up withâŚâ he nodded at your arm and you scoffed a laugh.
âThat wonât happen.â
âYou donât know that.â
Alright, this was strange.
Logan was never this curt with you. He wasnât the most open person in the world, yes, but whenever he spoke to you, his voice would always be warm, melting your insides. Now he sounded way too distant, way too controlled.
You might as well have been speaking to a robot.
âWhy are you punishing yourself right now?â you asked, looking him in the eye and something in his gaze shifted before his jaw clenched again, then he shook his head.
âCall my name if you need anything,â he said, walking out of the bedroom and you blinked a couple of times in confusion. A sigh left your lips and you rubbed at your eyes, then slowly lay down on the bed, grimacing when a sudden spark of pain shot through your arm. You put your pillow under your arm, then grabbed Loganâs pillow to bury your face into it, the pleasant smell of his cologne soothing your senses before sleep creeped up on you, pulling you into its warmth.
                                                *
 When you woke up, you were still groggy and your arm was throbbing. A grimace twisted your face and you took a deep breath, then pulled yourself up to sit up in the bed, and looked down at your arm, feeling around the gauze. It wasnât extremely painful, but it still made sure to let you know it was there so you had a feeling you were going to have to be extra careful carrying plates at the diner, at least for a while. The delicious smell coming from the kitchen made you turn your head and you nibbled on your lip, then slowly pushed the covers off of you and got up from the bed to make your way to the kitchen.
âHi stranger,â you said with a grin and Logan looked over his shoulder, then put the grilled cheese sandwich right next to scrambled eggs on the plate.
âMorning.â
âIf breakfast is your way of apologizing for not sleeping next to me last night,â you said as he poured you coffee, then placed the cup on the small table next to the plate. âItâs the right path.â
A forced smile twitched the corners of his lips upwards before you sat down, then grabbed the sandwich to take a huge bite.
âArenât you eating?â you asked and he shrugged his shoulders.
âNot really hungry.â
You blinked a couple of times; that was new.
âLogan,â you said, clearing your throat before putting the sandwich down. âI think we should talk about what happened.â
âI agree, but after breakfast.â
You pulled your brows together in confusion, then shrugged with one shoulder before grabbing your coffee cup to take a big sip. Loganâs gaze didnât leave you as if he was trying to take in the sight of you as much as he could, as if he was trying to burn this- you, this moment- into his mind. The look in his eyes wasnât distant anymore but worse; it was just haunted. You could feel your stomach doing an unpleasant flip before you tried to shake off the chill running down your spine, then chewed your bite and cleared your throat.
âWhat time did you wake up?â
Logan shook his head slightly.
âDidnât sleep.â
âAt all?â you asked, gawking at him and he shrugged his shoulder almost nonchalantly.
âItâs fine.â
âWell itâs actuallyââ you started but were cut off when your phone started ringing in the bedroom.
âOne moment,â you said and rushed to the bedroom to grab it off the nightstand, then answered it.
âHello?â
âHey love,â Staceyâs voice reached you. âDid I wake you up?â
âNo no, I was already up,â you said and sat down on the bed. âWhatâs up?â
âOkay so, the boss is going to kill me, butâŚâ
âDonât say it.â
âIâll be late again.â
You let out a small laugh. âStace.â
âOkay I know what youâre gonna say but this time itâs totally not my fault.â
âNo?â
âWell, my body decided to have a hangover after last night, so technically itâs not my fault.â
You hummed. âHow much did you drink?â
âWell it was my friendâs birthday and Paul and his friends were at this bar and we decided to go have fun, and then my friend hooked up with Paul so I had to drink a lot to stop myself from visualizing what was going on in the bathroom.â
âI can imagine,â you said. âItâs fine. Iâll cover for you, no worries.â
âUgh, youâre an angel and I love you.â
âLove you too Stace,â you said with a laugh, then hung up the phone and shook your head before making your way back to the kitchen.
âSorry about that,â you told Logan and sat down. âItâs Stacey, youâve met her.â
âYouâre going to work today?â Logan asked. âAre you sure thatâs a good idea?â
âOh yeah, itâs totally fine,â you said. âI barely feel it to be honest, and Iâll be careful.â
âButâŚâ
âBesides, I need to cover for Stace,â you said. âApparently her friend hooked up with Paulâyou remember our line cook Paul? Heâs kind of a womanizer, Iâm kind of surprised she and Paul never had a thingâthey sure do flirt a lot but anyway, Staceyâs friend and he hooked up last night and knowing Stacey, she probably drank everyone under the table, and now she has a hangover. Shocking, isnât it?â
Logan nodded slowly without pulling his gaze off of you.
âDid I tell you about how when Stacey and I first met, I ended up getting black out drunk?â you asked, biting into the grilled cheese sandwich. âIt was my first day at the diner, and she convinced me to have a night out with her, and I swear to you, that girl is a goddamn sponge when it comes to alcohol. I was out a couple cocktails in, and she still had numerous shots and cocktails after. Julie was taking care of Theo that night, so I ended up sneaking into my own apartment so that he wouldnât wake up, and rambled to Julie for like two hours straight about kittens, and then fell asleep watching cat videos.â
A small, sad smile curled Loganâs lips and you smiled back at him, then took another sip of your coffee and put your empty plate into the sink.
âCompliments to the chef,â you said with a grin despite the strange tension almost palpable in the kitchen. âIf you ever get tired of going on missions and stuff, you could go into culinary world I feel like.â
He scoffed a laugh and you took a deep breath, then cleared your throat.
âSo,â you said. âCan we talk?â
Logan swallowed thickly and nodded his head, his jaw clenching.
âYeah.â
âI donât blame you for what happened, at all,â you said. âIt was an accident. YouâŚyou had a nightmare right?â
Logan paused for a moment, then shook his head. âThatâs not an excuse.â
âLogan, thatâs an accident,â you insisted. âYou really shouldnât blame yourself. I donât.â
âYou should.â
âWell then sucks to be you because Iâm not gonna,â you said. âAnd unless you want to get separate beds like those weird couples in the 1950s, I donât see how youâre planning onââ
âI think we should break up.â
That managed to shut you up mid-rant. Your eyes snapped up to his and for a couple of seconds, you could only gawk at him in complete silence, your throat getting tighter.
ââŚWhat?â you managed to rasp out, your voice lost somewhere in your throat and Logan crossed his arms, leaning his back to the wall.
âItâs going to be safer for youââ
âWhat are you even talking about?â
âDo you realize what couldâve happened?â he asked back, his voice tense. âWe got lucky, if you can even call last night that.â
âLogan, itâs a goddamn scratch!â
âYeah, this time!â he insisted. âThis time it was only a scratch on your arm, what about the next time? What if it wasnât your arm?â Â Â
âYou cannot be serious,â you said, blinking back the tears as you shook your head. âYou canât.â
âIâm not going to have your blood on my hands,â he said, his eyes locked in yours. âI canât hurt you. NotâŚnot you. I was so wrapped up in this that I forgot how dangerous I could be for youââ
You let out a breath, running a hand over your face. âDonât give me that speech again.â
âIâm not talking about some silly heartbreak,â Logan told you through his teeth. âIâm talking about life and death. You might see it as nothing, but we both know that itâs not nothing.â
You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to remain calm and sniffled, blinking back the tears again.
âI told you, Iâm going to be the one who decides whether this relationship is dangerous or not.â
A dry laugh climbed up his throat.
âDo you have any idea what it would do to me if IâŚâ he couldnât even finish the sentence as if the mere thought was way too painful. âI canât put you in danger.â
âYouâre not putting me in danger,â you insisted. âYou can hear my heartbeat, canât you? You can smell it when Iâm scared, when Iâmâwhen Iâm nervous. So tell me; last night, was there even a second that I was scared of you? Or this morning? Have I ever been nervous around you because I thought I was in danger?â
That made him pause for a moment before he shook his head. âNo.â
âThere you go. Thereâs your answer to your moral predicament.â
âThat makes it even worse,â he rasped out and you frowned.
âHow?â
âBecause now it falls on me to do it,â he said. âAnd I canât even fucking convince myself that you want it.â
You sniffled, shaking your head.
âDonât do this,â your voice was a low whisper. âPlease donât do this.â
He stared at you, the look in his eyes so painful that for a moment it made you think you were somehow tormenting him with mere words before he clenched his teeth and stepped closer to you so that he could carefully wrap his arm around your waist. He moved slow as if he was terrified that he could somehow hurt you just by touching you and he dipped his head to press a kiss on top of your head as you sniffled, making his grip around your waist tighter for only a moment. You could feel him nuzzle into your hair and stay there completely frozen for a couple of seconds, as if he couldnât bring himself to pull back.
âIâm sorry,â he managed to say after a beat and pulled back, then walked out of the kitchen. You heard the front door open before it closed, and as if on cue you fell on your knees, burying your face in your hands.
Then the sobs started.
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Your New Purpose: A Golem's Debate
To Our Dear Host: Please feel free to post off-site for posterity.
Recommended: 3+ players; age 6+ Materials: 5-minute timer and writing implements Optional: History or religious texts for references
Play as golems who have awakened after centuries of sleep. The word inscribed on your forehead has been smudged or altered; you remember your purpose but not if it's your CURRENT purpose. You're drawn to something specific though, so use that and help from other golems to figure it out.
The youngest starts as Golem 1 (G1) and names their purpose. The next player (G2) names a material G1 is drawn to and suggests what G1's new purpose is. The next player to G2 (G3) names the item the material is from and makes their own suggestion.
Start the timer.
Players debate G1's new purpose based on what G1 was drawn to. Arguments based on Jewish texts and stories hold the most weight. G1 can counter arguments or take notes during the debate. After the timer stops, the debate is over.
G2 states their own purpose, G3 the material, and so forth. Continue until all players have a turn.
End with G1 stating their new purpose and what argument(s) decided it, then G2, and on until all players have stated their new purpose.
Important Notes
Jewish `â Zionist. Antisemitism â Anti-Zionist. They are not one in the same. In fact, there are a ton of people who identify as both Jewish and Anti-Zionist.
No matter your belief, background, or culture, we hope you have fun with this game. All we ask is that you play with respect.
Your New Purpose be a great excuse to check out some Jewish stories and history. It's an interesting religion and rich culture with so much history.
Smaller Note
I'm planning on releasing this game on my itch.io page, complete with some simple roll tables for ideas, better formatting, and the examples below. I'll share a link on my tumblr page when it's released, so keep your eyes open!
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Examples of Game Play
Example 1
G1: I'm a Builder! Or was, I'm not sure yet.
G2: You find yourself drawn to a piece of metal. Metal is used a lot in building these days, so you could still be a Builder.
G3: The metal belongs to a blade. I think you were a Warrior with a sword.
(timer starts)
G1: Blades don't use need to be used for fighting. They could be used in tools like an ax that chops lumber for building.
G3: I still think your purpose is a Warrior, and there's nothing wrong with that. What if it's from a sword that belonged to a Maccabee? Your purpose could be as a brave warrior, defending your people against huge odds and coming out on top!
G2: On that note, it could also mean you used to be a Warrior, but now your purpose is a Builder. Maybe your original purpose was to wield a sword, but once there was peace, you turned to building things.
G1: Or even growing things. The blade could be from a plough, like for a Farmer.
(and so on....)
Example 2
G3: My purpose was as a Mediator.
G4: You're drawn to a piece of wood. Maybe you're a Builder?
G1: The wood belongs to an olive tree. I think you were a Farmer.
(timer starts)
G4: Okay, not a Builder. But the olive tree could symbolize peace. Maybe you were a Mediator, seeking out truth and helping others find common ground.
G1: I still think you were a Farmer. Olive oil was huge in a lot of food in Jewish culture. In fact, it's one of the Seven Species along with wheat and grapes and stuff. Farmers grow food, including the Seven Species, so it makes sense.
G2: Oh! The Seven Species! You're right, olives correspond with Yesod, or Foundation. It doesn't just have to be in cooking, right? Maybe you're meant to build the foundation of a new city. That would make you a Leader. Wait, can golems be leaders...?
G3: I don't think so? I don't remember anything in the stories bringing up Golems as leaders. That could be a bit strange.
G4: Then I think it would circle back to Builder. Building the foundations of a new city, right?
G1: That's really leaning into symbolism. I think it's more straight-forward than that, with you as a Farmer.
(and so on....)
200 Word RPGs 2024
Each November, some people try to write a novel. Others would prefer to do as little writing as possible. For those who wish to challenge their ability to not write, we offer this alternative: producing a complete, playable roleplaying game in two hundred words or fewer.
This is the submission thread for the 2024 event, running from November 1st, 2024 through November 30th, 2024. Submission guidelines can be found in this blog's pinned post, here.
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Two Babies (dad!Rafe Cameron x fem!reader)
Word Count: 5.4k
Warnings:Â angst, mentions of smut, pregnancy
Summary:Â Y/N is pregnant again before sheâs ready.
Author's Note: Hello! Please enjoy my first Rafe one shot. I would love to expand on this couple so if you have any requests or any blurbs you'd like me to explore, please send me a message! As always, likes and reblogs are much appreciated - it helps more than you know. Happy reading :)
âWell, well, well. If it isnât my favorite tiny human,â the pediatrician chimed as she kicked the door to the small examination room shut with her sneaker.
âYou must say that to all of the parents that you see,â Y/N blushed, unable to hide the smile that tugged on the corners of her lips.
âI do, but this is one of the rare times when I actually mean it. Those blonde curls! Are you freakin' kidding me?â
She padded over to the miniature exam table to get a better look at the infant that was lying contently on her back and chewing on her pudgy albeit still tiny fingers.Â
âLetâs take a look at how youâre doing, sweet pea.â
The doctor, Melanie, lifted the stethoscope that was looped around her neck and placed it into her ears. Listening to the babyâs heartbeat to check for any abnormalities, she couldnât help but give a sympathetic frown when the tiny girl under her tensed up from the cool touch of the metal.
âNurseâs notes say sheâs put on quite a bit. Sheâs finally caught up to her age group in weight. Iâm assuming breastfeeding is going better for you both now?â
Melanie lovingly squeezed the extra chub around the baby girl's thighs.
âYeah. We donât really use bottles anymore. Finally got her to latch on and now it seems like all she wants to do it eat,â Y/N chuckled.
âGood! Thatâs good. Thereâs nothing wrong with formula like we talked about, so don't overexert yourself if becomes too demanding. Breastfeeding is cheaper though," Melanie chucked, though in her head she was kicking herself. As if this family is in any need to save money. "Is she hitting the milestones? Rolling over? Propping her head up? Babbling a bit?â she continued.
âBabbling, definitely. She keeps us up sometimes because we can hear her talking to herself through the monitor at night,â Y/N poked her tongue out at her daughter in an attempt to get her to smile.
âHaving a bit of trouble propping herself up though. She can only do it for a little bit and then sheâll give up. Sheâs got Rafe's big head, so Iâm sure itâs a bit of a struggle.â
Melanie laughed loudly at the mention of her patientâs father, admiring Y/N's wittiness even in the absence of her husband. Given the reputation of the Cameron family, others might think the couple were all work and no play, but Melanie had the privilege of getting to know them behind closed doors. While they took doctor's visits seriously, always paying close attention to what the doctors and nurses had to say regarding the health of their firstborn, her experience with the Cameron's changed her outlook completely. Y/N and Rafe were warm, welcoming, and quite funny sometimes - always making jests at each other or sharing little tid-bits of what their life is like at home. She wished everyone could see them this way. Melanie really wasn't lying when she doted on the little girl, they were the best.
âSheâll get to it eventually. All babies are different. She seems to be coming along quite nicely, though. Nothing abnormal or anything to fuss about. A perfectly healthy six-month-old in my book.â
Y/N sighed in relief, though she knew there was nothing to worry over to begin with.
âHowâs mum doing? You taking care of yourself, too? Youâre just as important as baby.â
âWhen I can. Rafe's really good with her. Heâll take over when he sees me struggling, but it seems like she only wants me these days. Think I might be coming down with something, though. Iâve been feeling awful for a few weeks. Like I got hit by a train. I keep reminding myself to go get checked out, but I always get distracted taking care of her,â Y/N gestured to her daughter that was now drooling onto the parchment liner and staring up at the ceiling as if there was something ornately interesting about the popcorn texture that had been stippled onto it.
âWhen you say, âhit by a train,â what do you mean? I can examine you here if youâd like. As long as itâs nothing serious, I can send you something off to the pharmacy.â
Melanie re-fastened the snaps on the infantâs onesie, making sure not to pinch her chunky legs and placed her back into her motherâs lap.
âUmmm,â Y/N began, âJust extra drained, I guess? Kinda nauseous. Iâve been getting migraines a lot and even when I do get a good nightâs rest, I still feel like I could go back to bed for the rest of the day. Maybe Iâm just exhausted, I donât really know. But it just feels a bit different than being worn out like I have been before.â
She could see the wheels in Melanie's head turning, noting each of her symptoms and trying to align them in a path that would lead her to the root of the problem.
âCan I ask you something that might be a bit personal?â
Y/N nodded, rubbing her fingers absentmindedly along the bridge of her daughterâs socked foot.
âHave you and Rafe been intimate since she was born?â
She was taken aback by the question, not understanding where Melanie was going with this or why it was relevant.
âUmm,â Y/N stuttered, feeling a static-y surge of embarrassment travel up her neck and onto the sides of her face, âYeah. We have.â
A whole fucking lot ever since Iâve been cleared for it, Y/N thought, but kept to herself.
âAnd can you tell me when your last menstrual cycle ended?â
Then it clicked. She genuinely couldnât recall her most recent period and even the thought of what Melanie was alluding to made her stomach twist into thousands of tiny knots.
âI- I donât know. Iâve been so busy with her I donât even really think about whatâs going on with me half of the time.â
Y/N tried to make excuses, anything to avoid the obvious, but judging from the quizzical look on her daughterâs pediatricianâs face, she knew exactly where this was going.
âThereâs no way,â she whispered, âI canât be.â
Melanie's face dropped, now tender and apologetic when she realized that this was news Y/N was not ecstatic to hear.
âI know Iâm a pediatrician, so thatâs obviously the first thing my mind goes to, but can we at least get you to take a blood test? That way weâll know for sure?â
//
Rafe came home to a quiet house. It wasnât unusual, but seeing as it was well after six oâclock in the evening and his wife wasnât in the kitchen making the pasta dish she'd been dying for all week was. Their grocery store had been out of her favorite canned tomatoes for over a week and sheâd nearly tackled Rafe to the ground out of excitement when heâd come home from the grocery store with them the night before. Had he not seen her car in the driveway, he probably wouldnât have even suspected her to be home.
He checked the living room first, and it was desolate apart from the baby pink, quilted playmat on the floor that was littered with a few of his daughterâs favorite rattles and teethers. Y/N's coat and purse were abandoned haphazardly on the couch, almost as if she tossed it aside in a hurry to get somewhere.
âBaby?â Rafe called out.
Nothing.
His head peaked into the nursery, stealthily and quietly in preparation to walk in on his daughter taking her scheduled nap before her actual bedtime. Heâd gotten good at hushing his footfalls to almost complete silence as to not wake her, having made that mistake more than a handful of times.Â
And he was right. There she was, sprawled out in her crib with her arms outstretched over her head like a tiny starfish. Her chubby cheeks were smushed against her bicep, drawing her lips open the tiniest bit so that Rafe could see the tops of her fleshy, pink gums and the barely-there nub of her first tooth peeking through. More than anything, he wanted to wake her up - lift her from the plush mattress and cuddle her close, shower her with kisses and tickle her with his scruff to hear those baby squeals he adored so much, but he needed to find Y/N first.
She had to be in their bedroom, he thought to himself. Maybe she was taking advantage of their baby girl napping to also get some rest. She had been rather exhausted lately. Maybe sheâd had a rough day and was relaxing in the clawfoot, porcelain bathtub that had been the selling point of the home they now lived in. The houses on Figure Eight were lavish, but not all of the bathtubs were - at least that's what Y/N told Rafe. Who was he to question his bride?
Turns out he was right again. Like he had done with the nursery, he held the metal doorknob tightly in his grip to keep the hinges from creeking and pressed it open gently. The room was completely dark, but he could make out the lump underneath the duvet on their king-sized bed as his wife.Â
Good. She was sleeping.Â
He padded across the hardwood floor, still being as quiet as he could until he crossed the threshold of the bathroom. There, he rid himself of the uncomfortable clothes heâd been wearing all day. Curse these professional business meetings that forced him to dress nicely.Â
All throughout the meetings, he wanted nothing more than to be home with his wife and baby, cuddling the afternoon away and watching shitty reality television while his daughter cooed and grunted and gurgled in her baby voice that he loved so much and could listen to all day. He wasn't always this way - he used to love this shit, but something inside him changed indefinitely when his daughter was born. Rafe was a softy now and he wasn't afraid to admit it. Maybe it was the fact that heâd been having to partake in these boring work meetings a lot more lately, which caused him to miss even the smallest aspects of his everyday life like changing diapers or checking the baby monitor eight hundred times throughout the day to make sure his daughter was still breathing. Perhaps heâd just been getting sentimental because she was growing so much these days, but it was an unpleasant feeling nonetheless.
His thoughts were interrupted when he deposited his heavy watch into the dish he kept on the counter and he heard a quiet yet still prominent sniffle among the clattering of metal against the glass dish.
âBaby? You awake?â Rafe peaked his head out from beyond the bathroom door.Â
He saw her body shift under the covers, but she gave no response. So he called out again.
âYou sick or something? Can hear you sniffling."
Nothing.
Pivoting back around to the inside of the bathroom, he quickly shut off the light and carried himself over to her side of the bed where he could see her properly. Her face was tucked into her chin and all that was visible to him was the top of her head.
âHey,â Rafe cooed, petting what he could reach of her hair and speaking even gentler than he had been, âWhatâs wrong?â
And thatâs when he heard it - an almost inaudible choking sound of Y/N trying to catch her breath that immediately let him know she wasnât sick. She had been crying.
âWhoa, baby,â he was already pulling the covers back with force, honestly not caring whether or not she minded the intrusion.
âTell me whatâs going on.â
She was emotionless when he saw what little he could her face, her puffy, bloodshot eyes and swollen lips illuminated by the hallway light being the only indicator that she was upset. She didnât even react to Rafe tugging her head out from where it had been buried in the covers, simply rolling onto her back to stare idly at the ceiling.
âY/N,â he called for his wife again, this time much more stern, âYouâve got to talk to me.â
She took several deep breaths through her nose, allowing her lungs to fill to their maximum capacity before exhaling with a sigh. Rafe could have sworn she was sucking all of the oxygen out of the room along with his patience each time she did so.Â
After what felt like ages, she parted her lips to speak.
âI went to the doctor today.âÂ
âYeah? For the six-month check up, right?â Rafe asked, not seeing why that was important but his mind quickly went to the worst scenario possible despite having just seen his daughter sleeping peacefully in her crib. He cut his eyes towards the hallway in the direction of her nursery before looking back to Y/N.
âIs she alright?â his voice now demanding urgency in the delivery of her response.
âSheâs fine,â she quickly dismissed him, internally kicking herself for making Rafe worry.
âI was telling Melanie about how sick Iâve been lately and she -,â Y/N gulped and rubbed her knuckles against her tired eyes, bracing herself for whatever events unfolded after she said what she was about to say.
âShe, umm. She made me take a pregnancy test.â
Now it was Rafe turn to be speechless. He stared at her with furrowed brows and his mouth slightly agape. His palms suddenly felt clammy against the white sheets that they rested on and his stomach felt like it had turned in on itself from how badly it was churning. Of all of the things he had expected to be wrong with her, this was certainly the last on the list.Â
âAnd?â he asked after what felt like an eternity of staring at her and saying absolutely nothing, though he already knew the answer.
âTen weeks.â
Silent tears now spilled over her eyes and down past her temples. She couldnât even be bothered to wipe them, instead letting them dampen a small patch of hair on either side of her head. Pregnancies werenât supposed to be sad, but somehow, she had barely been able to stop crying since she left the pediatricianâs office.
âHow,â Rafe whispered, moreso to himself than to her.
âI think you know how babies are made, Rafeâ Y/N quipped.
âThat's not what I meant,â Rafe fired back just as quickly, âItâs just...Sheâs still so little.â
He thought of his daughter asleep in the next room. She was the most perfect thing heâs ever seen and on the day that she was born, he knew he wanted nothing more than to fill his and Y/Nâs house with as many blonde, chubby babies as he could fit beds in each room. He just hadnât expected that his only childâs first birthday present would be the gift of being a big sister.Â
It was all too sudden.
âI just donât know how I didnât see it sooner. I mean,â Y/N raised her arms above her head before huffing and letting them fall to her sides, âI guess I was just so caught up with the baby that I hadnât even had a second to think about whatâs going on with me. Itâs like I donât even matter anymore and I-â
âHey, hey now. Don't do that,â Rafe shushed her and curled up next to her frame as she began to sob.
He tucked her head into his neck, hugging her chest tightly as if he was trying to hold the pieces of her together before she shattered. His mind was running a mile per minute. It killed him to see her like this, killed him to be in this situation. The last time they had found out this news, there were happy tears - tears of shock and excitement about taking the next step in building a family. Never had he imagined that the next time they were presented with the very same news, that there would be tears of sadness.
Her voice was muffled against his now wrinkled button-down, but he could still make out what she was saying beneath her blubbers.
âI canât do this.â
âWhat do you mean, honey? Of course you can. I can take more time off work like last time and let the boys handle everything for a bit. I know it's not ideal, but weâll be alright,â he ran his hand up and down her arm in an attempt to soothe her.
âThatâs the problem, Rafe.â
He lifted his chin from here it was resting on the top of her head to look down at her.
âWhat?â
âIt's not ideal. You've only just now gotten back to work full time. You said everything almost fell apart while you were gone. It would fuck everything up. Plus, she's only six months old, Rafe. I can't go through that again so soon."
Rafe paused to break away from her and sit up straight against the headboard, âAre you serious? Of course I can take more time off work. You are more important than anything that could possibly be going on at the office.â He was a bit stunned by her words. She almost sounded annoyed, which didn't sit quite right with Rafe.
âBut do you see whatâs happening? Everything is fucked.â
His voice wasnât so calm anymore.
âNo, Y/N. I honestly donât. I mean I know this is all happening much earlier than we expected, but what else is there to do? Will you please tell me what you're getting at, because Iâm starting to get upset.âÂ
Rafe's lips were pressed in a thin, straight line and his nostrils flared with every breath. Why was she being like this?Â
âI donât know what Iâm fucking getting at. Iâm just overwhelmed."
âAnd you think Iâm not? I'm trying my best to keep it together for your sake if you havenât noticed,â it almost condescending the way the words rolled off his tongue.
âOh, excuse me,â Y/N laughed sarcastically.
âDidnât realize you were the one that's pregnant. Didnât realize youâre the one that has to grow all big and gross and swollen and be in pain every fucking day to the point where walking to the bathroom feels like a fucking marathon. Didnât realize youâre the one that has to feel like you're burning alive from the inside out for hours and then just have to lay there while a doctor youâve never seen before stitches you up because it literally tore your insides apart. Didnât realize you-â
âFor fuckâs sake, I get it!â Rafe was yelling now. They hadn't argued like this since they were much younger, and he absolutely hated it.
âItâs not the same and Iâm sorry for suggesting that it was. I'm not sure what you want me to say though. Iâm sorry? Is that it? Sorry for getting you pregnant? Sorry for having a job that helps us get anything we want for ourselves and our family? Sorry that I do everything I possibly can to keep you and the baby and everyone else on the fucking planet happy?â
âYouâre being an asshole, Rafe,â she was just as angry as he was, scowl evident on her face even in their dimly lit bedroom.
âAnd youâre not making any fucking sense! Are you telling me you donât want to keep it? Because I never fucking said that you have to.â
The thought had crossed her mind on the drive home from the doctorâs office, but the feeling left as quickly as it approached. Sheâd taken one look at her daughter in her car seat through the rear view mirror happily sucking on her teether and knew without a doubt that she couldnât.
She felt a tidal wave of fresh, salty tears peaking and about to crash over her.
âI donât want - fuck,â she put her head in her hands.Â
âI just-,â and then she broke.
Sobs wracked her body, making her shoulders shake up and down. She wasnât even sure how she had any more left to get out, but it just kept coming. Over and over and over again until it felt like she was being suffocated and that no one was going to save her. She felt Rafe's hands move to rest on her shoulder blades and heard gentle, cooing-like sounds coming out of his mouth, but she couldnât make out what he had said over the sounds of her own wailing.
âBaby, itâs okay. Just breathe. Itâs alri-â
His attempt at subduing her was cut short by shrill cries coming from the digital monitor that sat on their nightstand. Rafe peeked over his shoulder at the screen, seeing that their daughter had woken from her nap and was now demanding the attention of her parents. He couldnât help but wince as he watched her socked feet flail around in the crib; it was without a doubt that the screaming match theyâd just had that stirred her from her sleep, and that hurt him just as much as it did to see his wife crying right in front of him.
Y/N heard it too, somehow. Perhaps it was because sheâd been trained to react to every minute sound that she made and could recognize her cries from a mile away in the paralyzing fear that something was wrong with her or maybe it was because she looking for any and every excuse to get Rafe's hands off of her so she could get away from him and escape the argument theyâd just had without making the situation any worse than it already was. Regardless, she turned her own neck to peer at the monitor and sighed heavily.
âIâll go, Y/N. Just stay here.â
âNo. I got it. Itâs after seven. Sheâs probably hungry.â
She shrugged Rafe's hands away from her shoulders like his touch physically pained her and climbed over his body and off the bed without another word, not even giving Rafe the chance to take her hand and help her over the edge of the mattress. He knew she wasnât going anywhere but down the hall and into the nursery, but he couldnât help but feel like she was walking away from everything.
//
Y/N stared her daughter while she nursed. She started from the top of her head that was riddled with sandy blonde curls and worked her way down to the tips of her toes that would occasionally flex themselves out of habit. Her hair? Undoubtedly Rafe's. Her eyes? A perfect, entrancing shade of blue akin to Rafe's. Her lips? The same almost inhuman shade of fleshy pink, just like Rafe's. Surprisingly, the only physical trait sheâd inherited from her mother was her nose, which was funny considering that Y/N had always hated hers.
She was content, suckling away at Y/Nâs breast - her cries of hunger long forgotten. The infant hadnât even flinched when a few more of Y/Nâs silent, cold tears spilled over and left small wet spots where her onesie rested over her belly. She had no idea that her parents were upset with each other and she had no idea that in a little more than six months time, sheâd be a big sister and there would be two babies fighting for their attention. Y/N was also clueless, but only as to how she was going to take care of a newborn and a one-year-old simultaneously. Sheâd always thought sheâd have more time than this - more time to spend with just her daughter and Rafe before they decided to have another, but just like her eyes, things always had a funny way of never working out in her favor.
Three soft knocks on the wall withdrew her from her thoughts and she was greeted by her husband idling in the doorway like he needed permission before entering a room in his own house. It was off seeing Rafe Cameron this way - being the one with his tail tucked beneath his legs. It was usually the opposite. He had changed out of his work clothes and was now clad in his favorite pair of sweats that were permanently stained with spit-up. Y/N had tried everything under the sun to get the spots out, but heâd been persistent on not throwing them out.
âCan I come in?â
His voice was barely above a whisper and much calmer than when heâd been yelling at her about twenty minutes ago. He still hesitated crossing the threshold even after Y/N had given him a skeptical nod, but allowed his bare feet to pad over the plush carpet as he joined her on the loveseat in the far corner of the nursery.
He watched their daughter just as Y/N had, taking in her tranquil state as her fingers brushed reflexively against the underside of Y/Nâs breast. Heâd never been able to pry his eyes away every time he watched her nurse. There were no ulterior motives behind it whatsoever. It amazed him each and every time, how Y/N was able to provide their child with everything that they needed to grow with only her body. At first, Y/N hated that Rafe loved sitting in on her feedings, feeling exposed and unattractive despite Rafe's continuous affirmations that it was the most beautiful thing heâd ever had the privilege of witnessing, but over time sheâd grown fond of it.
âI'm sorry for yelling at you,â Rafe started.
âIt was uncalled for,â she quipped.
Y/N sniffled, rubbing her swollen eyes with the back of her free hand that wasnât supporting her daughterâs back as she held her.
âItâs okay. It was a lot to take in. Iâm sorry for yelling at you too.â
She couldnât quite look him in the eye just yet, but she was slowy but surely getting there.
âIt's not okay, actually. Youâre right. Iâm not the one having the baby. Itâs you thatâs got to do all the hard stuff and I know how scary it was last time. I should've been more considerate before jumping the gun.â
He shifted towards her on the cushions, afraid to touch her just yet but still yearning to be closer to her.
The best Y/N could muster was a quiet, âThank you,â before she busied herself by attempting to run her fingers through her babyâs hair and untangle the mess sheâd created while she was sleeping.
âCan I hold you? Please?â his voice was quiet and pleading.
Now was when she turned to face him and she was met with eyes that were just as red-rimmed as hers. She had heard the bathroom sink running for an abnormally long amount of time and a hard, frustrated pounding against the wall shortly after sheâd gone off in the nursery to feed the baby, which meant he must have been trying to muffle the sounds of his own crying when she left their bedroom.
Y/N didnât say anything, only shifting her weight onto one side so Rafe could easily lift her onto his lap in one swift movement without disturbing their daughter. He tucked her shoulder into his neck and softly kissed her skin and his hands moved to mimic hers so they were both holding the baby that was nodding off again in their arms. She found herself relaxing into his loose grip, her head tilting to the side to rest against his.Â
âI love you so much. You know that? Iâd drop everything for you if I had to. I don't care about any of it anymore.â
âNo, you wouldnât,â she refuted, but there was no malice in her tone.
âI wouldnât let you. You try to play it cool and I know that things are different now, but I also know that deep down you really like what you do.â The corner of Rafe's lips turned upwards, suppressing a chuckle at the fact that she really does know him that well.
âWell, just know that I would if you wanted me to. Iâve thought about it a thousand times. I want to be here for you. For her. Donât want to miss anything. I finally got my shot at being normal when I met you and I hate myself sometimes when I think about all of the bullshit I've put you through.â
âDonât,â Y/N paused to press a chaste kiss to Rafe's cheek.
âYouâre a good person, Rafe's. A good dad. A good husband. Please donât ever think that youâre not.â
She felt moisture pool in the dips of her collarbones where Rafe's chin lied, but she didnât acknowledge it.
âIâll be okay. Sorry if I freaked you out earlier. Think I just need some time to get used to it all. Just wasnât expecting Melanie to drop the ball that I was pregnant when all I was expecting was for her to tell me that our kid is in the 99th percentile for weight and then send me on my way.â
This got a chuckle out of him, almost causing him to choke on his tears. He quickly rubbed the sleeves of his sweatshirt against his eyes to dry up any remaining wet spots on his face.Â
âShe is pretty chunky, isnât she?â Rafe jested while thumbing over his daughterâs rounded tummy.
After a moment of admiring their little chunk of a baby, with her milk-drunk eyes and puckered lips, Rafe spoke again.
âTwo babies,â he huffed.
âTwo babies,â she repeated.
His hands moved to caress Y/Nâs stomach. She wasnât showing yet considering that neither of them had even known Y/N was pregnant until today, but he still held her like her belly was the size of a watermelon and he was waiting anxiously to feel a hand or a foot press up against his palm.
âMight be kinda nice. They can share everything and weâll only have to have one birthday party because theyâll be born around the same time. Theyâll go to the same school and probably have the same friends. Kinda like twins.â
âAre you hearing yourself? Rafe Cameron? The party connoisseur? Suggesting his two precious babies share a birthday party?â
Rafe pursed his lips and blushed, recalling the fact that he'd already planned his daughter's first birthday in his head. Down to the tablecloth colors and dinnerware.
âGot me there,â Rafe chuckled.
Their banter was interrupted by a grueling rumbling sound coming from Y/Nâs stomach that Rafe could feel throughout his entire body.
âJesus, Y/N. You hungry too? Whenâs the last time you ate?â
âUhh...this morning I think?â Y/N sighed.
âCouldnât stomach anything when I got home.â
Rafe's heart dropped when he thought of how distraught sheâd been all day while he was gone and with everything in him, heâd wished he would have postponed his meetings to go to check up with her and they could have found out together.
âFound those tomatoes at the store the other day, remember? Want me to make that pasta for you?â
âOhh, yes please,â she immediately perked up at the thought.
âStarting to wonder if that was a craving now that I think about it. Didnât we have it, what? Three nights in a row a while back?â she proposed.
Rafe giggled as he reluctantly removed Y/N from his lap and stood up from the sofa.
âThought it was a bit weird that you wanted it so badly, but I know better than to question you.â
âSheâs going back down. If you give me a minute, Iâll come downstairs and help you,â Y/N said, pulling up the straps of her tank top after realizing her daughter had long since forgotten about her breast and was conked out in her arms.
âI've got it, mamaâ Rafe quickly refuted. âTake a bath or something and Iâll bring it up when itâs done.â
âOkay.â
Y/N couldnât fight the grin growing on her face at the nickname Rafe used that she still hadnât gotten used to.
When she placed their daughter soundly in her crib, Y/Nâs fingers stayed put from where they sat on the railing as she caught herself staring at the sleeping infant once more. Though sheâd felt like her world was caving in on her just a handful of hours ago, the pieces were all coming back together now.Â
Of course, she wanted more children with Rafe. And now she was getting what she wanted. Just like heâd told her back in the bedroom, it wasnât ideal, but theyâd make it work. They always did.Â
With two babies.
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"How big should a Clan territory be?"
For the dozens of people who have asked this over the last couple of years!
This question comes in a lot of forms; "How big are the Clan territories?" "How much space does one Clan need?" "How much land should I give my Clans to exist in?" The answer is a bit complicated, and depends on the type of land, what you're going for exactly, the setting, so on.
But, broadly, there's TWO particular factors at play here; How anthropomorphic you're portraying your warriors, and how productive the land is.
Factor 1: The Anthro Scale
I'm starting with this one because it could you the simpler answer. The Erins write Clan cats like humans in cat bodies, with massive social units and communal living. Realistic feral cats don't act like Clan cats. They are only semi-social, due to domestication.
See, a Clan cat will "share" territory between all of its members, and some Clans have canonically hit populations of over 50 individuals. Real feral colonies consist of "overlapping circles" of somewhere between 2 - 15 cats, most of them related females.
This is relevant because, even in densely populated areas with as much food as they can eat, truly feral colonies will have about 2 cats per 5 acres, capping out at about 15 members. Queens will hang out together and raise their kittens communally, but they will hunt and patrol in their own "circle." These boundaries are violently enforced against outside cats, especially if it's too crowded.
(Toms have circles 5x as big as a queen's, overlapping several territories. They're also considerably less social.)
So, if you wanted to incorporate some cat behavior into your Clan's mindset about how big their territory should be, while still being willing to sacrifice a bit of "realism" for groups over 15-ish members, simply take Clan population and multiply it by 2.5 acres.
30 cats = 75 acres. That's a little under 57 football fields, if you're American, or 50 football fields, if you're European.
Extra reading: How realistic cat territories work. Contains the numbers I'm referencing.
It's also very important to know; feral cat density is completely tied to food availability, the big numbers numbers are for cats whose needs are met. Cats are solitary hunters, and when they feel like they have to work for their food, they become VERY territorial. The density of cats in rural areas can be as low as 1 molly per 15 acres, even lower for toms, and they will leave if hunting is not easy.
THIS IS WHY YOU SHOULD NOT FEED FERAL CATS. Please GOD they are SO invasive, please do not give colonies food, they still hunt when they're full so you just end up concentrating a ton of predators in one place. They are not warriors with a law against disrespecting food, they are just kitty cats with silly kitty instincts
I have a suspicion that most of the people who are asking the question aren't really looking for a "realistic cat" answer, though. We LOVE our big cat Clans with their complicated politics around here. You're probably wondering how much land you need to feed your population!
Factor 2: Land Productivity
The exact amount of space is going to vary a lot, because it's more about productivity of the land to sustain a prey population than it is raw size. Remember what we learned back in Warrior Bites: Dietary Needs; a 30-cat Clan will need approximately 3 pounds of meat (10,500 calories) per day, which is about 2 rabbits, or 105 mice.
Here's some visual examples of what I mean. This one (1) acre homestead...
Has 20 patches of high-value crops, plus an orchard, AND livestock pens. This territory alone could attract enough crows, mice, rats, rabbits, and sparrows to feed all those cats daily. That's not even counting the humans themselves, who may be friendly enough to the colony to toss them kibble occasionally.
(this is why cats domesticated themselves. Even without the free food from the humans, farms are extremely productive hunting grounds.)
Meanwhile, the Edmonton Mall, which is a whopping five (5) acres...
Would be utterly barren. Best food you're going to get out of this wasteland is the leftovers humans toss out, and maybe the rats and pigeons that scavenge as well. It's 5x the space, and yet, infinitely harder to feed the same amount of cats.
So, the most helpful bit of advice I'm gonna give you is this; DON'T ask yourself "how big should this territory be?" You're starting with the wrong question. Start with a real location, and think about how you'd find 3 pounds of meat a day in that area.
It will be a LOT easier to think about the logistics in those terms, and this will lead you to the waaay more productive (and fun) worldbuilding questions. Such as;
"Where would the good hunting spots be?"
"What kinds of animals would they be eating? What sorts of beasts can threaten them, here?"
"How many of these animals would my 30 cat Clan need to hunt a day to equal about 3 pounds?"
"Where would these animals be getting THEIR food?"
"Is there enough habitat in the area for the prey to breed and nest? If not, is there more land beyond the territory that the prey is coming from?"
"Where would infrastructure like dens, walls, and dirtplaces go? What would these be made of?"
"Are there any neat spots for the cats to casually hang out on?"
"What would make for a super cool arena for my climactic narrative boss fights?"
"Does this area have unique stage hazards that my cats would have to learn to deal with?"
"Which sorts of plants and herbs would they encounter?"
If your Clan is tool-using, like BB!Clans are, then you can ask even more advanced questions. Like, where you'd find kindle for fire, what objects you can use as crafting materials, and what might make for unique trade goods.
Think about other things related to your Clan's biome-- in a tundra or desert, there will be less for prey to eat, so the territory will be large to cope with the low density. If there's a major body of water, they might have a constant supply of aquatic prey from upstream. Hunting grounds might change based on the seasons.
Also remember not to underestimate how fast small animals breed, and how many of them there can be in one area. Even using low estimates, 1 female mouse has 6 pups, 7 x 6 = 42, 42 x 6 = 252, 252 x 6 = 1,452. It takes only 4 months for mouse population growth to get exponentially ridiculous.
Finally, remember that prey can vary. A well run Clan would be able to generally understand when they've been overhunting one particular species, and start shifting gears to lift the "pressure" off that population.
(In my cultural expansions series, this management task is assigned to one of the new roles-- the Head of Hunting.)
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Suad Ahmad is an engineer from Gaza. She graduated from university at the top of her class and was rapidly excelling in her career as an instructor, consultant, and team leader.
Suad, her husband, and their family were overjoyed to find out she was pregnant. Sadly, this was only a week before occupation began its illegal scorched earth campaign against the people of Gaza. Suad's home (left) and workplace (right) were destroyed, and she and her husband's family were displaced from the north.
After building a scaffolding structure for their family in the supposed âsafe areaâ in Rafah (left), the occupation attacked the city and forced their evacuation. Suad and her family were then displaced to Deir al-Balah, where they procured a tent (right). As you can see, these are small, vulnerable structures, completely exposed to the elements. They were exposed to multiple disease vectors while also being unable to procure enough food. During this time, Suad became extremely sick with gastroenteritis, a dangerous condition during pregnancy.
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Hi!! If you have the time- how would the jjk guys react to the reader giving them the silent treatment?
I hope you're having a wonderful day!
Gojo:
Would try to make you laugh at first When that doesn't work and he notices you're just getting more irritated, he'd start bribing you Buys you flowers, handbags, dresses, jewellery you name it If you're still silent, then he'll go deadly serious Would confront you in the dark, sitting on the sofa like he's been waiting for hours 'Is there nothing I can do? Are we done for good? Are you leaving me too?'
Geto:
Gets snarky Two can play that game He's not the calm and patient guy everyone thinks he is He just reacts in subtle ways Makes passive-aggressive comments But eventually will get tired, sighs and just asks you straight up what he did wrong 'Alright, what happened? Let me inside that head of yours.'
Choso:
Keeps asking you what's wrong Gets really sad and depressed Very much kicked puppy vibes Just follows you around everywhere Until you crack 'I didn't know what I did but I'm sorry. Please talk to me? I'm scared'
Toji:
LOL LMFAO ROFL This man would be soooo annoying He'd be smug as hell at first Says shit like 'It's nice to have peace and quiet here' 'You should get mad at me more often ma' BUT eventually realising you're not gonna crack He'll start to get nervous Starts cleaning up after himself Double checks to make sure the trash is out, he hasn't left any dishes in the sink, didn't miss any appointments or anniversaries etc etc Would send Megumi in to get a feel for your mood 'make yourself extra cute kid' 'ask her why she isn't speaking to me. no don't tell her I told you to. whose side are you on?'
Nanami:
Would ask you immediately if there's something wrong Is so mature and healthy it's irritating 'please communicate with me, darling. I can't apologise and fix whatever I ruined if you don't talk to me.' Eventually, he'll give you space But then you'll start feeling really bad because he'll assume that you hate him or something Like, he'll start buying sandwiches to take to work cause he thinks you won't make lunch for him like normal or sleeps on the couch eats dinner and watches shows by himself so you cave first and the smile he gives you is so worth it
Sukuna:
Doesn't notice a thing at first He isn't the type to be clingy, he's not the affectionate one, he mostly returns it So there'll just be a period of silence Until he begins to feel your absence in which case he'll seek you out and then becomes the clingy one 'it is a pleasant day out, would you care to join me for a stroll? gets sooo offended if you don't say anything 'no? would you prefer to stroll with someone else? tell me who and they will be killed. in fact, continue to remain in silence and everyone will be killed.'
Yuji:
Confused :0 asks Nobara for advice 'you're a girl, she's a girl. so tell me what's going on' 'is it the time of the month?' uses loads of different tricks to make you break performs dances and skits gets Gojo involved tries to get Megumi involved (no chance) he's so stupid you just have to cave and explain he's an idiot and he'll nod happily
Megumi:
yeahhhhhh you'll be having a silent off for days and weeks you'll both continue to co-exist in silence it's just not smart
Inumaki:
annoying as hell texts you shit like: 'when she copies you' 'ho is u good?' 'can you be original at least?' when that doesn't work he'll break into your social media or gaming accounts right in front of you and threatens to release a post pretending to be you like 'you know, hitler wasn't that bad' or an ugly picture of you then you'll have to cave and he gets so caught up in the victory, he'll accidentally post it yep, he's a dead man walking
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DA:TV spoilers under cut.
The Felassan Files (DA:TV-specific post)
Post will be updated if/when needed as I go. This post is a WIP. :)
Please let me know if you have found a codex entry or note etc that I have missed in this post.
DATAMINING
âGENERAL FELASSAN AGE RANGE: 40 CHARACTER DESCRIPTION: The second in command of a resistance army. Youâve an elf whoâs fought against the tyranny of your gods, cruel despots whoâve enslaved your people. Youâre practical, level-headed, and have good sense for what other people are feeling, which makes you well-suited for your role. Your leader is an elf called Solas, a powerful mage who isnât quite the people person you are. You respect him, and are there to help him with whatever he needs - especially when he needs guidance about being the face of a resistance.â
âBETRAYAL OF FELASSAN CHARACTER DESCRIPTION: A powerful undead born from Solasâs regrets and betrayals (in this case, Solasâs murder of his friend Felassan by stabbing him in the back).â
[original source, original post]
Betrayal of Felassan is an undead - a revenant - embodying one of Solas' greatest regrets, his murder of his friend.
CODEX ENTRIES
Codex Entry: Introduction to the Lighthouse
"Introduction to the Lighthouse Once, the Lighthouse was a place of learning, with tools to study the secret workings of great magic. When Solas rebelled against those who call themselves our gods, the Lighthouse became his center of operations, with tools to study the best ways to free ourselves from the tyranny of the Evanuris. You are safe here, both those of flesh and those of Fade. Any who wish to help are welcome. The magic of the Lighthouse will provide for your needs, see to your comfort, and even help you understand different tongues, for those who escaped here from distant parts of the empire. Should you have any other needs, ask for the Slow Arrow, and I will help. --Felassan"
Codex Entry: The Dread Wolf's Eluvian
"The Dread Wolf's Eluvian Most of us have only traveled through the eluvians at the whims of those who called themselves our gods. We know them as mirrors that always go from one to another, a bonded pair linked no matter the distance. Solas has outsmarted the so-called gods. If we used normal eluvians, they could track us to our lair. Solas has improved upon June's work by creating a mirror whose singing stone can change its tune to take us to any eluvian and not just its bonded partner. Thus, we can travel wherever this rebellion needs us, with no fear of pursuit. Travel is as safe as a normal eluvian. If you have questions, ask for the Slow Arrow, and I will guide you. --Felassan"
Codex Entry: About the Freed Slaves
"About the Freed Slaves We got word from the warding sites. Many dead, far more than the casualties we inflicted. The story being spread is that we killed everyone. Andruil's servants made examples of a few and claimed the Dread Wolf is trying to weaken Arlathan by attacking servants and destroying the wards. It's hard to tell what people really believe now. I know you're likely berating yourself reading this. Just remember the faces of the people we saved. We can't control what the Evanuris do. And yes, we have to keep playing up the Dread Wolf. The people need someone they believe is strong enough to protect them, or they'll never join us. Don't worry. I promise to mock you viciously if you ever start believing those stories yourself. --Felassan"
Codex entry: Aftermath of Disparaging the Gods
[codex entry is from game files]
"Aftermath of Disparaging the Gods You were right. The Evanuris did not like the insinuation that they need protection. The good news is that public sentiment has turned against the lyrium knights, and our agents got information that let us destroy one of the sarcophagi. The bad news is that Andruil and Ghilan'nain made a big show of putting down a protest in the east personally instead of sending the knights. Andruil left a crater where the town stood, and Ghilan'nain is using the people taken prisoner as fodder for her experiments. This isn't your fault, but still, this is exactly what I was worried about. It's not enough to be right about these things. We have to think about the consequences. --Felassan"
Codex Entry: Felassan's Concerns about the Dagger
[codex entry is from game files]
"Felassan's Concerns about the Dagger I'm keeping calm in front of the new recruits, but you've been dodging me for weeks now. We need to talk about the lyrium dagger. Yes, it's powerful. So is an erupting volcano, and nobody would try to harness that for power. (Well, maybe Andruil, but do you really want to be compared to Andruil?) We need to stop the Evanuris, but I'd rather we didn't destroy the world in the process. If you're certain you can control its power, tell me that. In those words. No equivocating. Also, you and I both know what this dagger means to you. I don't cast my best spells when my spirit is unbalanced. Do you? (That's a real question. Maybe you do!) I'm with you no matter what. --Felassan"
NOTES
Note: Mirrors Upon Mirrors
"MIRRORS UPON MIRRORS This place is amazing. June's normal eluvians function with twinned lyrium fragments. One always leads to another. Solas somehow talked the Crossroads into making Fade-eluvians that override them. His own network to run our rebellion. Provided you ignore all the old stories about holding mirrors up to mirrors and getting caught in the infinite reflections. - Felassan"
Note: An Unknown Artifact
"AN UNKNOWN ARTIFACT What are the Crossroads doing? âThe spirits of the Crossroads do as they must, Felassan. As do we all.â Thank you, Solas. That's incredibly useful. Really helps your old friend pull together a rebellion against the Evanuris. - Felassan"
Note: The Blighted Tree
"THE BLIGHTED TREE This is a holy place. The tree draws strength from the earth, just as the first elves did. Some younger elves grow trees in the cities to honor their ancestors. Roots have a tendency to dig down and gnarl up, then twist around things they aren't supposed to, though. Hoping that metaphor doesn't stick. - Felassan"
Note: The Cathedral of Roots
"THE CATHEDRAL OF ROOTS When we first started, this was a safe place for spirits who joined our cause to find peace from the stress of battle. Now... I don't know. Not a lot of spirits use it any longer. Have they grown stronger, or has the fight against the Evanuris made demons of us all? - Felassan"
Note: A Refuge for Mythal
"A REFUGE FOR MYTHAL Solas always thought Mythal would join us eventually, that she was better than the rest of the Evanuris. He made this place so she'd be comfortable here once she joined the rebellion. Now it's too late. Solas has sealed this place off out of grief. He won't let me in. I'm sorry, my friend. There was something left for the war to take from you after all. - Felassan"
Note: Calm Before The Storm
"CALM BEFORE THE STORM I come here sometimes when I need to be myself. Not Solas's friend Felassan. Not the Slow Arrow of the rebellion. Just me. He hasn't been right since what happened with Mythal. He's planning something with the dagger. And if it were a good idea, he'd have told me. Damn it, Solas. I'm with you as long as we're protecting the innocent from the powerful, but you make it hard sometimes. - Felasan"
Note: The Empty Forest
"THE EMPTY FOREST This place used to be full of spirits who flocked to Solas's cause. When his ritual went wrong - when everything went wrong - he vanished, and the spirits stopped coming. Where are you, my friend? You stopped the Evanuris, but broke the world. Please tell me you didn't leave me to fix all this alone. - Felassan"
Note: Faded Note
[this note is not explicitly signed as being by Felassan, but it seems likely to me]
"FADED NOTE Look at this place. We planned a rebellion here once. Said we'd change the future of the elves, throw off tyrants, and we did. Now the path outside is fractured. It'll be hard rekindling all the eluvians. Solas, if you see this: I'll be looking for you, out in this world and in the mortal one. Don't cause too much trouble before I get there."
FELASSAN'S RUNE
"FELASSAN'S RUNE The power of Felassan's Rune is based on how much of the gods' influence you drove back in the Crossroads. Equip Felassan's Rune at the Character screen, and use [buttons] to activate it. This rune can only be used against Elgar'nan."
Close-up of the image of the rune from the pop-up above:
The rune comes in three different strengths, each with a differing design. The design increases in complexity as the rune's strength does. Image of the Ultimate version of the rune, called "The Ultimate Salvation of Felassan":
The design of the carvings of the Felassan runes btw are shaped like arrow-heads, very fitting for the Slow Arrow... :)
I think the two weaker versions of the rune are called The Lesser Salvation of Felassan and The Greater Salvation of Felassan respectively. The appearance of the "Lesser" version is the one shown in the close-up image from the pop-up. And the appearance of the "Greater" version is:
Morrigan's dialogue when she gives Rook the Ultimate version of the rune:
Morrigan: ââTis a difficult battle you face, but you are among more allies than you know. You have purified the Crossroads, uncovered ancient truths lost for ages, and earned the essence of Mythal. You are truly the champion of the Fade. Take this. Should your fight against Elgarânan grow desperate, invoke the memories of the Dread Wolfâs rebels. For you, they will stand against tyranny one las time.â
Rune effects info boxes, explaining what the Ultimate version does in gameplay:
DIALOGUE (this section is a WIP)
The boss "Betrayal of Felassan" has the following lines of dialogue, said as combat barks during its boss fight:
âHis back, turned.â
âA story, unfinished.â
âFor the Wolf.â
âFor freedom.â
These lines of dialogue refer to Solas' murder of Felassan as depicted in Dragon Age: The Masked Empire (and his regrets around this), Felassan's role in their rebellion, and Felassan and Solas' relationship.
MISC
Voice actor: Chris Gordon [IMDB]
Hair: I think Felassan's in-game hairstyle is available in the CC - Hair 47
Vallaslin: Mythal's (as was known before DA:TV released), specifically I think it's Design 34 from the CC
Armor: I think Felassan's in-game armor is available as an appearance Rook can have for theirs. The name and description of it are as follows -
"Arlathanâs Fall (Arlathan) Appearance The harder they hit you, the stronger your resolve. Crafted from ancient Arlathan alloys."
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â¨ShadowPeach Bio Parents Bio AU Q&A! 21/11â¨
Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then youâll have to check the whole post if itâs answered here, if itâs not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~
Anonimo ha chiesto: Hi! Would Macaque kidnap Wukong again? I read your comic, the last page, where Macaque is the kidnapping expert. And I'm very curious about it. Anyway, I love your comics! You are awesome.
Haha I don't think they really need it unless they want to do a "traditional wedding courtnapping" but it would be pretty odd since they kind of already live togehter.
Anonimo ha chiesto: I know this is definitely a LONG ways away, but, imagine: Wukong and Macaque playing the newlyweds game. What questions? What answers? Whoâs asking the questions? Whoâs getting the most right?
I wont list all the lesson but I think Macaque would get most of them right just because Wukong never really changed a lot during the years, while Macaque went through different stages of his life, and and he has new hobbies and tastes.
Anonimo ha chiesto: Will mk have a nightmare about LBD? If yes Then we will have some angst with fluffy monkeys family moments!!!
Oh he has. He has many. Most of them he has while he is at pigsy's.
Anonimo ha chiesto: Can you please shows up a flashback backstory on how MK/Wukong discovered/found out/came out as trans?? đđđ Banana sundae with chocolate sauce, rainbow sprinkles, THREE cherries, and a super-deluxe one-and-only Monkie Kingâ˘ď¸ collectible spoon???
Anonimo ha chiesto: will we see any past Shadowpeach?? Iâm interested to see how you frame their dynamic back 5en.
Hahah maybe in the future, I'll see
Anonimo ha chiesto: Can we get Wukong telling dad jokes? Please, Iâm begging i want to see MK laughing and Macaque just being so disappointed with Wukong yet so smitten. I want to see more Monkey family domestic blissss. đđđđ
I don't have my dad jokes book here but man give Macaque an award for the patience he has with these two children
@goofybearclown ha chiesto: Hi :3 Just wanted to say I love your shadowpeach and cotl AU!!! I didn't notice you made both at first but when I did I was like "waow :0". Tbh your works are in my top 3 series on Tumblr! @fenikzia ha chiesto: I love your LMK comic so much, I look forward to reading the new additions to it when they come out every other day,and reading your comic just makes my day better. Even if it hasn't updated a particular day, I make sure to go back and reread the newest part.Keep doing what you're doing and make sure to take breaks! @skye-minecraftyt-blog ha chiesto: You! I like you! Your Bio parents Lmk au always makes me extremely happy and I regularly reread it. ((o(^â^)o)) Just wanted to say it @blazeandsilver ha chiesto: Hello, I just wanted to say your artwork is absolutely stunning, it makes my day whenever I see that you posted something new to the BioParents comic. Please keep up the good work and be sure to take some time for yourself, youâre important too.
AWWWWWW THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LOVE!!
Anonimo ha chiesto: Hihi shadowpeach au question: You mentioned in the latest comic that Mac is more lean and skinny than Wukong. Will we ever see the full extent of that?? ALSO I ADORE YOUR ART OMG â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
A fully naked Macaque you say? Maybe.... who knows....
Anonimo ha chiesto: I come to defend Wukong acting like a man looking at a victorian lady ankles, he hasnât seen his (ex) husbandâs fur in centuries. And he probably hasnât socialize in years either besides MK and the gang. Romantically he is stunned right? I doubt he has even looked at anyone besides Macaque anywaysâŚ
Honestly I like to think that Macaque was the only being in all the universe that was eer able to make him flustered
@mochalikesdrawing ha chiesto: So I got a question, will we ever get to see kaiju MK again?
I have a scene post AU I would like to draw. Maybe.
Anonimo ha chiesto: Ignoring all the angst because it is crushing my soul /pos, I'm lowkey convinced that Macaque knows Wukong feels some kind of way about him because he can hear his heartbeat go crazy at certain moments and isn't dumb, but just isn't calling Wukong on it because he's still trying to sort his own feelings first. BUT ONCE HE DOES OH BOY-
Hahah Macaque knows perfectly well Wukong is down for him. In the meantime Wukong is alwasy afraid he's just imagining things bc he's dense af.
Anonimo ha chiesto: Do you think Wukong and macaque would be cuddling and macaque would be watching something scary and Wukong would be trying to not pay attention to it because he hates scary stuff or would it be the other way around?
yess
@ep2nd ha chiesto: In your shadowpeach bio parents au, if MK and Wukong were created by Nuwa, with Nuwa using Macaque and Wukong as a base, has anyone wondered who created Macaque? And does Macaque himself knows?
Wait Nuwa created Wukong? If that's so I think then all the 5 monkeys were made by her, for some reason.
@boonalina ha chiesto: Sooo what exactly is the courtnapping process like? Is it just a simple "I'm gonna pick you up and carry you away" or is it an entire ceremony? Does someone have to lure the person into place? For example, Mei bringing Redson over to a secluded spot so that Mk can "courtnap" him? (Side note: I've been in this fandom for around two years now, and this comic is what made me find out about courtnapping lol)
I "think" anything that can be counted as like a sneak attack that takes them out of guard and brings them to the designated courtnapped room can be considered as courtnapping technically.
Anonimo ha chiesto: ... Hey so your shadow peach bio parent AU is better way better than season five. WOAH, WHO SAID THAT!! (no but seriously it is like a sitcom I tune on ever so often. Much love đŤś)
Haha thank you! That's a HUGE statement!
Anonimo ha chiesto: I wonder if MK has any unique attributes/abilities as a living mass of celestial material?
He's such a cocktail ofdifferent energies I wouldn't be surprised he is able to glow in the dark.
@cjtuy ha chiesto: I do have a question it's mainly about pigsy and tang when and how long have they been together as a couple and did both of them find mk are they married ?
They have been together for almost a year, but I don't think they are married, but maybe that could happen in the future??? But yeah MK found out a little after season 5 that they are together, that was also the same time he started calling Tang "Papa"
Anonimo ha chiesto: Has macaque added any personal items to the house? Like is he moved in? Have Wukong and macaque improved or changed anything else besides making the bed bigger?
Yes he did! Half of his belongins are in FFM, althought he's a little more minimalistic than Wukong. He also have been bothering Wukong to death so that he can finally organize his stuff (and they were roomates
Anonimo ha chiesto: I feel like if they were to play Minecraft or something macaque would be the base mom. He would be the only one to remember to farm food to not starve. The others would probably forget all the time that hunger is a thing in game. Wukong or Mk: oh dang does anyone have food I'm starving Macaque: (always brings extra for this reason) "sighs" yes
AH!
Anonimo ha chiesto: Remember the Minor Scale episode, from season 2? Where MK learn how to shrink himself? And thereâs also the final episode of that season where MK just grow very big to try to fight LBD. I just love that part of his power and I have seen very little people showing it. Like, sometimes that power can show up when the poor boy is experiencing overwhelming emotions that canât be contained anymore, or pure exhaustion. For example, Having many responsibility can lead to a lot of stress and exhaustion and at some point MK just canât do more and just become tiny, not able to do more. On the opposite, maybe he experience trauma again through a nightmare (like about azure for example) and the emotional burden is to much and he just becomes big because of that. You see my vision? I love sizeshifting base on emotions :)
Aww and i love emotion-based powers, they are just so easy to play around.
Anonimo ha chiesto: Tbh the show should let macaque have a motorcycle. Wukong gets to be passenger princess
Yesss
Anonimo ha chiesto: as we get into the colder months i like to imagine MKâs first winter coat and heâs all super fluffy and warm
Cool for the monkey parents, bad for pigsy and all the hair in the restaurant from sheeding.
Anonimo ha chiesto: I think it would be so funny if MKs rock hadn't been cracked and he'd been raised on FFM by wukong. If the same thing happens in the show macaque planning to take mks powers thinking he's just Wukongs student but then while macaque and MK are training. Since macaque is so close he notices his ears. (Being raised by a monkey he gets his form sooner) suddenly putting everything on hold busting into FFM and is like WUKONG WTF
There's a fic on AO3 about it it's A Son of Two Dads
@cheese-hommo ha chiesto: Hii, fiesta I want to say I love how you draw and everything, it just looks so cool and beautiful. Now, with the last chapter of Monkey parents Au and so, with the acknowledgement of the demon etiquette and else, DBK and Wukong really misunderstand the comfort scene for a confession? Or something more? It was just so funny seeing the two of them getting so embarrassed at the end đââď¸
Ah, 2 young demons in their true forms so close to each other, blushing? Scandalous.
Anonimo ha chiesto: I've seen Mk is his Lego merch- he gots a tooth gap- so does this MK have one or did he get it filled?
Wait that was a tooth gap??? I though it was like, a detail of the smile
Anonimo ha chiesto: đ¤ what is your official (if any) opinion on Ink MK? (as a character, plot device, literary parallel, what have you)
It's ok. I personally believe "shadow" version of one character with their own fears and doubts is a clique a little bit too much used. But they give a lot of angst.
Anonimo ha chiesto: Thoughts on Macaque knowing either Japanese or Korean due to him liking anime.
I'll give you one better. Macaque always traveled to Japan pretty frequently during the centuries. Then became a weeb
Anonimo ha chiesto: Maybe it's just me but Wukong looks a bit thicker each time, is it because his fur's thickening or is he getting chubbier ??????? Anyway luv ur art
Both.
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best friend!eddie munson x fem!reader
Softember đ prompt: âI used to have the craziest crush on you.â / âWhy didnât you ever tell me?â
authorâs note: working through this writerâs block pretty nicely (so far), and had to write this. Josh Milligan may or may not be based on real life travesties. Also, if youâve never seen Some Kind of Wonderful, this is the scene Iâm referencing.
warnings: none, only first kisses and sweet confessions. But still - this is an 18+ blog, minors go away!
w/c: 2.2k
Some Kind of Wonderful plays on the television, its image staticky and slightly warped on the barely functioning system. Still, you watch intently. The pivotal scene playing out, the first kiss.
âAmanda Jones is no minor-leaguer who will be swept off her feet at the touch of your amateur lips,â you mouth along with the actress.
It was safe to say youâve seen this movie, this specific moment, numerous times. Much to Eddieâs chagrin, he hated when you won the weekly bet and got to choose the movie because it was either this or some Molly Ringwald torture flick.
He groans now, throwing his head back against the paisley cushion of his worn down couch. The one you helped him thrift when he moved into his own place. A small apartment close to the mechanic shop that became a second home to you, spending more time here than your own place.
âWeâve seen this a million times, can we please watch something else?â He grumbles, nudging your shoulder but you donât pay attention. Gaze set intently on the moment the two finally kiss, a romantic push and pull of their lips. Sweet, and soft. Like youâd always hoped your first kiss would be. Instead, it was a nightmare and the memory of it made your stomach churn. Josh Milligan and his too slick lips and his invading tongue.
Bile rose to your throat and you fought the shiver that slowly crawled up your spine.
âSeriously, you know how it ends. Put something else on,â Eddie begged, grabbing your shoulder and shaking you.
You turn to him, mind still elsewhere and not entirely listening to his pleas.
âDo you think theyâre actually like that?â You question, turning back to the screen where the two main actors are still embraced.
Eddie follows your gaze, eyebrows pushing together in confusion.
âHuh?â
Heâs not entirely following or heâs playing dumb which he often did to get some sort of rise out of you. You roll your eyes, glancing back at him with an impatient glare.
âYâknow,â you nudge him, âthe kiss.â
Eddie looks between you and the screen, feeling as though youâre talking in riddles.
âWhat about it?â
âAre they actually that good?â Your shoulders sag, the yearning for something just as sweet crawling into your chest. Completely overlooking the part where this is a kiss between friends.
Eddie swallows hard, cheeks blushing a pretty shade of pink as his eyes dance between you and the screen. Paying attention for the first time since the two of you initially watched the movie in the theater. Vaguely remembering the plot, the most important detail standing out. The one that you overlooked.
At the time, heâd wondered if your mind had ventured where his always had. Drifting to daydreams of you and him being more than just childhood friends. Deep down, he knew that was a pipe dream. Knew that you were too good for him in every way but the truth didnât stop his mind now.
He tilts his head, a teasing grin slotting into place as he looks at you, âWouldnât you know?â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âCome on, Princess. Donât tell me all-star athlete Milligan had amateur lips,â he repeats the line from the movie and you canât help but laugh. Jaw a little slack in surprise but quickly twisting into a cocky smirk.
âYou have been watching!â You push off the couch and point an accusing finger. Eddie scoffs, nudging your hand from his face with a roll of his eyes.
âYouâve made me watch it a dozen times, how could I not catch some of it?â He gives you a bored stare but you donât miss the slight grin on his face.
âStill watched it,â you grumble under your breath, falling back against the cushion and watching the movie but Eddie isnât going to give up so easily. The thought staying present in his mind, urging him to ask again. Ask, ask, ask until you give him an answer.
âYou didnât answer my question,â he pushes you again, enjoying the scowl you shoot in his direction.
âBecause it was a dumb question,â you sneer but lack any venom. Hell would have to freeze over before you admitted to being less than practiced in the kissing department. Something you knew heâd definitely make fun of you for.
His cinnamon eyes study the side of your face, the heat on your cheeks not missed by his suspicious gaze.
âI knew it!â He shouts suddenly, and you shrink under his innocent scrutiny.
âKnew what?â You tut your tongue, face twisting in feigned confusion. Attempting to cover the obvious.
âIs that why you broke up with him? Kiss was that bad?â He continues to tease, eyes glowing with mirth. Their intensity causing you to crack and break.
âYou suck,â You groan, throwing your head back and shutting your eyes. Divulging every last detail of your first and last kiss as you avoid looking directly at him.
âIt was so bad, Eds. He left a ring of saliva around my mouth and I swear to fuck he was trying to eat my face.â
Goosebumps rise on your arms and revulsion churns in your gut remembering the sticky ring he left behind when youâd finally left his house.
He laughs, a loud melodic sound that fills his living room causing you to break. You watch him with a glare, crossing your arms over your chest as you do.
âItâs not funny, Eddie,â you pout, and fuck, if he canât help but find you cute.
His laughs quiet down and he tries to school his face into neutrality, but he canât fight the smile from spreading across his lips when you look at him like that.
âItâs really not,â he shakes his head, dark curls brushing his shoulders with the movements. He meant what he said, it isnât funny. A pretty girl like you deserves a good kiss.
âItâs probably my fault anyway,â you shake your head, a little flustered as the embarrassment creeps in and makes a home of your chest.
âI sincerely doubt that,â he scoffs, turning his body to face yours.
âIâm not exactly practiced, Eddie,â you admit with a roll of your eyes, playing with the hem of your dress and wishing the earth would swallow you whole.
Josh had been your first boyfriend, if you could call him that. Some lame-o jock with a nice car and a house to himself most of the time. You were seventeen and never been kissed. Just wanting to get it over with to say you had and you werenât entirely sure the reason it sucked wasnât because of you.
Eddie watches the side of your face, the nervous way you bite into your lower lip and stare into the shag carpet lining his hardwood floor.
âI can show you, if you want,â he offers suddenly, catching both of you off guard and youâre not entirely sure what he means.
He knows you better than anyone, can tell youâre confused by the upturn of your brow and the twist of your mouth when you face him.
âI mean, for practice,â he corrects, completely nonchalant and hoping the words are a lot more confident than he feels.
âThat wouldnât be weird?â You question, turning your body to mirror his. Sitting face to face and only inches apart. The smell of his cologne growing stronger, making your mouth water at the scent. Bergamot and tobacco, a small hint of his green apple shampoo.
ââCourse not,â he waves you off and sits a little closer, subtly wiping his sweaty palms along the tops of his jeans.
âWhat do I do?â You question, hands lifting and unsure of where to place them. Where you can touch him.
He grins, that megawatt smile that always had your heart racing. Less mischievous and more inviting than before, the dimple deepening in his cheek.
âHere,â he grabs your hands and wraps them around his neck, patting them softly. As though instinctively, your fingers curl in his hair. Wrapping dark brown waves around your fingers absently.
âAnd my hands would go here,â he grips your hips softly, your bodies moving closer until your chests brush and you wonder if he can feel how your heart thrums in your chest.
âStill with me?â He grins and you give him an uncertain smile, a small nod because the words are lodged in your throat.
âIâd tilt my face this way,â he moves his head, âand youâd tilt yours the other.â
You follow his instruction, gaze dancing between his cinnamon eyes and the plush of his lips.
He leans closer, and your eyes flutter close. Time slows until it stops altogether when you feel the gentle press of his mouth against yours.
Eddieâs lips are softer than you thought theyâd be, mouth sweet like the chai tea heâd been sipping. He takes his time, focusing on your bottom lip and then your top one. A languid push and pull, his hand reaching up to cup your face. To hold you close. Making you melt where you sit, forget how to breathe as you follow his lead.
The kiss grows more intense, and you nip at his bottom lip without thinking. Tugging it gently, sucking it sweet and making him groan.
He pulls away when he hears himself, too afraid to get lost in how you feel, how you taste, when this is supposed to be practice.
His hands remain on your face, pale skin blushed and brown eyes burning with something you canât name.
âI donât think you were the problem,â his voice is just above a whisper, your hands still tangled in his hair.
âNo?â You repeat, mind still mush. Still focused on his lips.
âDefinitely not,â he shakes his head and you fight the urge to kiss him again.
This was just a lesson, you tell yourself and loosen your grip. Hands falling to your sides.
Inside, Eddie is fighting a silent battle. Debating whether to tell you the truth or keep it his best kept secret. How would he even tell you?
Hey, Iâve always had a thing for you?
Could we be more than just friends?
âThatâs better than what I couldâve imagined,â or that.
Idiot, he squeezes his eyes shut. Avoiding your surprised gaze, hoping to whatever god that you didnât hear him but knowing you definitely did.
âW-what?â You stammer, unsure if you heard him right. Did he just say that?
Eddie shrugs, âOh, câmon,â he says your name with a shake of his head, opening his eyes and glancing down at his lap. You watch him pick at the frayed hole in his black jeans.
âDonât tell me you didnât know,â his voice is thick, lower than before and your face twists as you shake your head.
âKnow what?â
The anticipation builds with every second that passes and he doesnât respond. Building up the courage to say all that he hadnât before.
âI used to have the craziest crush on you,â he laughs but itâs smaller than before. Your mouth goes dry and your palms sweat as you stare. Heart skidding to a stop because you never thought, never knew, that he felt that way about you.
âThe look on your face tells me you didnât,â he chuckles again, circling your face with one of his ringed fingers but still avoiding your gaze. You can see a hint of uncertainty there, a worry glimmering in them and you want to say something. Anything. To reassure him that you felt that, still feel the same. Have always felt the same but the words are lost on your tongue. Mind stuck on the kiss, his confession, and trying to pinpoint a sign or a clue.
With each passing second, Eddie feels more uncomfortable. More awkward than before.
âDonât worry, I didnât expect-â he starts but you shake your head
âWhy didnât you ever tell me?â You cut him off.
âBecause youâre my best friend for some reason and I knew that was already an anomaly. No way you like the town freak as more than a friend,â he shrugs, using self-deprecation as a shield to lessen the inevitable rejection.
You swallow down any fear of repudiation that youâd held onto all of these years.
âSo you liked me?â You clarify, trying to see if itâs present or past tense. He squirms a little under your attention giving himself away and you canât help the goofy grin that spreads across your kiss swollen lips.
âOh thatâs funny to you, Princess?â He jokes but the color of his cheeks deepen until theyâre a vibrant red.
âYouâre so clueless for someone so smart, Munson,â you shake your head and he finally looks up at you.
Youâve always thought he was handsome, good-looking in every way. From the sharpness of his jaw, to the prominent apples of his cheeks and the roundness of his nose. The kind of cute that was hard to miss, hard to stop staring at when you started. Just like now. Your eyes trace over the freckles dotting his alabaster skin and to his lips. A small countdown in your head and when it reaches zero, youâll finally have the courage to lean in. For this to be more than just practice.
Three
Two
One
Eddie meets you halfway, his hands on your waist and your hands holding his neck. A soft peck that blossoms into something more. Exploring the plush of his lips, memorizing the way they curve under your kiss. How he sighs, happily, as the seconds drag on.
No, kisses werenât meant to be rushed or make you nauseous. They were meant to be this. A rush of excitement, the thud of your heart, the way the world around you fades away until all you can feel is Eddie. Your best friend Eddie. All the stereotypical descriptors couldnât do this justice.
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          STUDY DATE     âŻâŻÂ    ďšÂ  ě ě  ďš
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YOU SAT HUNCHED OVER YOUR DESK, head on the table as your boyfriend talked away about the importance of mathematics. The open notebook in front of you was a blur, refusing to make any sense.Â
The real problem wasnât the mathsâit was Jungwon. Sitting just a breath away, looking effortlessly perfect, he made concentration impossible. You bit your lip, mentally cursing your brain for prioritising his stupidly good looks over your homework.Â
âAre you even listening to what I'm saying?â Jungwon says, eyebrows knitting together. He spins the pencil between his fingers, effortlessly moving it around. The pencil probably knew more than you did, you thought, biting back a groan.
âUhâŚyes?â you lied, barely convincing even yourself.Â
âY/N,â he said, exasperation laced in his tone.
âSorry,â you mumbled, averting your gaze. But it was too lateâheâd already risen from his chair and made his way to your bed.
You turned in your chair to watch him plop down onto the mattress, his blond hair fanning out across your pillow as he stared at the ceiling, and you had to resist every urge to crawl over and bury your fingers in his hair.
The silence in the room was filled with the faint hum of your fan. He didn't even need to look at you, yet you could feel his presence.Â
âWonnie,â you whined, breaking the silence. âI'm bored.âÂ
Jungwon didn't move, his gaze fixated on the ceiling. âWe've been taking breaks the whole evening I've been here, love.âÂ
âBut I clearly can't focus!â you argued, spinning your chair to face him fully. âCan we please take another-â
âNo,â He cut you off, sitting up and locking his gaze onto yours.Â
âWhat-â
âWe aren't taking another break, Y/n.âÂ
âPlease?â You tried again, pouting this time.Â
He raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by your attempt. âYou're cute, but no.âÂ
You sigh at his rejection. He was too stern, too hard to make him give in to you. Studying was the last thing on your mind.Â
How could he expect you to focus when everything about him was a distraction? The way he smelledâwarm and comforting like vanilla and something distinctly Jungwon. The way his lips curved into a teasing smile. The way his cat-like eyes seemed to see through every excuse you made.
You place your head back on the small stack of notebooks, dramatically sighing as you play around with the pen in your hand.Â
âIt's your fault yâknowâŚâ you whined, spinning slowly in your chair to face him. Your pen clattered to the desk as you leaned forward, chin in hand. âI can't focus because of you.â
âMy fault?â Jungwon raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching at the corners. He leaned back on his hands tilting his head. âHow?â The faint smirk on his face was nearly enough to drive you over the edge.Â
âYou're just tooâŚdistracting.â You huffed. âHow am I supposed to think about numbers when you're sitting there looking likeâŚthat?âÂ
His brow lifted, lips curving into a barely suppressed grin. âLooking like what?âÂ
âYou know what,â you shot back, folding your arms.Â
âYou meanâŚin a T-Shirt and some sweats?âÂ
âDon't play dumb, Won. You're-â you waved your hand at him again, unable to find the words â âyou're just unfair.âÂ
He laughed, clearly amused at your lack of words. âUnfair? You're the one pouting like weâre in some sort of rom-com movie.â He teases.Â
You let out another groan, annoyed at his teasing. âWhatever! You're just distracting!â You say, spinning back over to your desk, desperately trying to figure out the equation you haven't even started on. But even then, you felt his gaze on you. Pricking at the back of your head, sending shivers down your spine.Â
Jungwon walks over to you, spinning your chair around to face him once more. âWhat are you-â
He leans in close, lips almost touching yours. You were hypnotised, and he knew that. âY/n,â he said, his voice soft and almost enticing. Your stomach did a flip. âI think you're just looking for an excuse not to study.âÂ
Your heart raced, the closeness of him stealing every coherent thought from your mind. âMaybeâŚ,â you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.
He smiled then, warm and teasing. âThought so.â
Before you could protestâor maybe beg for another distractionâhe pulled away, leaving you breathless as he returned to your desk.
âNow,â he said, tapping your notebook with the pencil, âback to work.â
You stared at him, utterly flustered and trying to recover your composure. This boy was going to be the death of you.
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