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[lianchuann]

author is... so good at building tension between two characters

[starbandit]

The World In-Between (CH. 4)

Preview: “Don’t make a noise.” A voice whispered in your ear. “They’re blind, but not deaf.” 

WARNINGS: graphic depictions of dead animals, guns, mentions of vomit, death, m*rder, zombies, slightly triggering topics

word count- 2.7k/unedited

A few weeks had passed and you had begun to grow closer with the boys as time went on. In the beginning, you tried to stay out of the way, eating as little food as possible, keeping your room and everything super neat and tidy. You didn’t want to be a burden to everyone because in the end, they were doing you a massive favor. One small slip up and you feared you would be cast out into the dense forest, left to become a monster. 

Seokjin began inviting you to help him prepare dinner. It started with him just asking you to help him turn on the sink while he was cooking one night, and soon grew into giggle fests while he showed you how to prepare different dishes. You pretended not to notice the way he would look at you, with a small smile and pride in his eyes, as you grew out of your shell around him. 

The sun was shining through the lightly lined windows, casting the most angelic glow over your tired face. Your hair fanned out over the pillow, the soft frizz framed your face. Seokjin could feel his heartbeat through his entire body as he stepped into the room. He had planned on letting you sleep for as late as you wanted, correction, needed, but when Namjoon and Taehyung said they were going out into the forest to look for firewood and maybe grab some foragable foods, he couldn’t let you miss out on the bonding opportunity. 

Seokjin slowly sat on the corner of the bed, trying not to disturb you too much. He raised his hand and gently placed it on your back, rubbing big circles over the covered skin. He couldn’t help but smile a little as your eyebrows furrowed together and you stretched out, cracking your eyes open slowly. 

“Good morning,” He greeted and placed his hand back in his lap. “There’s some breakfast in the kitchen. Joon and Tae are gonna go out soon, if you would like to join them.” 

You grunted and nodded, going out and helping them with whatever would be a better way to pay them back than sleeping all day. “Okay.” You whispered, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. “I’ll come down in a few minutes, just let me get somewhat decent.” 

You groaned as Seokjin shut the door to your room and turned over, pushing your face deep into the pillows. As much as you didn’t want to get up, the promise of food and fresh air was too good to pass up. Even if it meant leaving the warm sheets you had gotten oh so comfortable in. 

You dragged yourself out of bed and to the bag that you had thrown in the corner when you arrived. You plopped down on the floor, shivering slightly at the cold wood and the feeling of it seeping through the fabric of your pajamas. You pulled out almost every article of clothing in your bag, soon opting for a basic outfit of some jeans and a large tshirt. A pair of fun socks decorated your feet, but they would soon be covered up by the boots you were going to put on when you left. 

You grabbed the small toiletries bag you had brought and dug through it. You quickly swiped on some deodorant and grabbed your toothbrush. You may be going up against zombies in those trees but you weren’t trying to have the breath of one, that was for damn sure. 

After freshening up a bit, you made your way downstairs. Jungkook was relaxing on the couch, scrolling through his phone in some sweats and a loose t-shirt. He looked up and smiled at you, giving you a tiny wave as well. You smiled back and headed into the kitchen. A small bowl of soup and rice was set out with kimchi and a glass of juice. You sat down and began to dig in.

It didn’t take long for you to eat and finish chugging the juice. You placed your dishes in the sink with the other plates and set off to find Namjoon or Taehyung. Namjoon was the first one to be found. He was sat in a chair in the corner, glasses perched on his nose and a book settled in his hands. 

“Ah, Y/N.” He peeked over his glasses at you. “Are you joining us today?” 

You nodded. “Yeah, figured I could at least learn a few things, maybe help a little.” 

“We’re just waiting on Taehyung,” He closed the book and set it on the table next to him. 

You two fell into a comfortable conversation as you waited for Taehyung to finish whatever he was doing. Namjoon told you all about his studies, the interesting data he had collected and the experiments he had conducted before everything happened. 

“Here.” A deep voice sounded from above you. You glanced up. Taehyung was dressed, in your opinion, a little too nice. A button up shirt, with the sleeves slightly rolled up, dark slacks, and heavy boots. In his hand was a black pistol with a silencer. 

“I’ve never-” You started as he placed the gun into your hand. “I don’t-” 

“You aim, you pull the trigger.” He stared. “Don’t shoot yourself or us. You ready?” 

The three of you made your way into the forest. You followed closely behind Namjoon who was picking mushrooms from the ground and mumbling about which ones were safe and which ones were poisonous. Every little noise made you jump, the crunch of the leaves beneath your feet was just loud enough to make you anxious. 

“Shit.” Namjoon stopped dead in his tracks. In front of you was a small clearing of a few small fallen trees. In the middle was a deer carcass with hundreds, maybe even thousands of flies buzzing around. Maggots crawled in and out of its mouth and eyes. The sweet stench of rotting meat filled your nose. 

“What?” You questioned softly. You tried to step next to him, but he put his arm out to stop you. 

“They did this.” 

You stared at the deer. Wild animals die all the time, no? It could have been natural. Hell, you had seen plenty of dead deer back at home, just on the side of the road. 

“Look,” Namjoon pointed at the body. You continued to stare. That is when you saw it. Teeth. There were a bunch of teeth lodged in different parts of the deer, human teeth at that. Large pieces of deer were torn out of the animal, you could see where someone had dug their fingers into the flesh and pulled out the chunks. Your heart, and maybe some bile, jumped into your throat as you continued to stare. 

“We need to go back.”

You nodded and turned on your heel, immediately stepping on a large branch the second you took a step. The crunch echoed through the forest. “Fuck.” 

Taehyung stared at Namjoon over your head. “We gotta go. Now.” He grabbed your wrist and began pulling you with him. He had a death grip on his gun, scanning the woods as he led the way back to the house. Your hand began to go numb from Taehyung gripping your wrist, you were sure you would have a bruise later. 

You froze as you heard a screech from deeper in the trees. The sound of feet sounded from all around you. It didn’t take long for it to find you. Panic rose through your body and you began to rapidly assess your surroundings. 

Namjoon and Taehyung had seemingly disappeared into thin air, leaving you completely alone in the trees. Your hands began to shake as you lifted the gun up, trying to aim for the thing that was after you. It peered through the branches and began taking steps in your direction. It turned its nose up in the air, sniffing like a dog. 

You were frozen in your place as it took steps closer to you. The smell of death washed over you. It took everything in you to not gag at the smell. As it got closer you began to notice just how decayed it was. Colorless skin was sloughing off, strips hanging down like curtains. Its eyes, or what were left of them, were somehow both milky white and seemed to be bloodshot. Maggots inched in and out of the open wounds of its cheeks and neck. Fingers were barely being held on by exposed tendons. 

Its face twitched as it stepped closer to smell you. It lifted an arm up and reached out towards you, a deep groan leaving its throat. You watched as the fingers dangled and shook in the movement. 

It only took a second for more to appear around you, almost as if the original one had summoned them. They were all in varying stages of decay, some crawling out of the bushes and some that looked like they could have been alive yesterday. Was this how you went out? After all the days, weeks, however long it had been. Alone, in the woods, after stupidly following a stranger to a mansion in the middle of nowhere? 

You nearly screamed as a hand wrapped around your neck and covered your mouth. A broad chest met with your back, the warmth seeped through your thin clothes. You were almost positive they could feel your heart beating through your skin, your entire body heaving with deep breaths out of fear.

“Don’t make a noise.” A voice whispered in your ear. “They’re blind, but not deaf.” 

You nodded, eyes wide as you watched the creatures begin to stumble around, still sniffing the air. The original one seemed to be controlling whatever the others did. You weren’t sure if you were seeing things right though. 

“Aim the gun.” Taehyung whispered. “The middle one is the one you want to shoot.” He placed his hands over yours, correcting the angle. He cocked the gun. “You just need to pull the trigger.”

Your hands shook under Taehyung’s. He gripped your hands a little tighter, steadying your shot. You placed your finger over the trigger and prepared to shoot. The original zombie had stopped wandering in circles and was now standing with its back to you. 

“Aim for the brain.” 

You nodded and took a deep breath. You pulled the trigger. Your entire world slowed down as you watched the bullet zoom out of the gun and straight in front of you. 

The zombie's head exploded onto the tree in front of him. Black and red goo splattered instantly as the body crumbled to the floor. You watched as chunks of rotten, maggot infested brain slid down the tree. You gagged and hunched over as bile rose in your throat and out your mouth. 

Taehyung chuckled from behind you and rubbed your back. “I did the same thing my first time.” 

You wiped your mouth as you stood up. There goes the breakfast Seokjin had made for you. The first thing you noticed when you stood up was that all the zombies had fled, every single one was gone.

“W-where did they go?” You questioned.

“You killed the hive brain.” Taehyung motioned to the crumpled body next to the tree. 

Hive brain? What the hell did he mean by that? You had so many questions, but none of them made their way out of your mouth. You continued to stare at the body for a bit longer before Taehyung nudged you. “Come on, can’t stay here all day staring.” He began to set off into the woods and back towards the house. 

You took a deep breath and trailed after him. “Sorry…” You whispered to the body. There wasn’t much left of the thing, no no, the person's head, just a pile of goo and rotting flesh. You felt sick looking at it but swallowed down the sour taste and rushed off. You shivered at the thought, you had just killed someone. Someone who, at one point, had a life. Maybe a family, kids, a partner. A whole life just gone. 

Taehyung hummed quietly as you followed behind him. The image kept replaying, the way the body instantly crumbled, the brain splatter, the sound. You sighed in relief as the house came into view. It was almost over. 

Namjoons boots were sitting inside the door when you walked in. A sense of relief washed over you, thank god he made it back safe. You don’t know what would have happened if he didn’t. You were almost positive Yoongi would find a way to blame you, and you would probably end up like the creature you had just brutally murdered. Was it really murder if they weren’t fully alive though? 

Taehyung reclaimed the gun he had given you the second you stepped back into the house. He made quick work of locking the doors and sliding the metal shutters back down. He gave you a pat on the shoulder before sauntering off, going deeper into the house and leaving you with your thoughts once more. 

You left your mud soaked boots on the mat next to the door. You still felt sick, the smell of death felt like it was stuck on you. The sickly sweet scent of the deer, the rotting meat and flesh from the creature, everything was stuck on you. Your hair, your skin, your clothes, you needed out, and fast. 

You rushed through the living room, ignoring Hoseok and Jungkook as they tried to say hello. You nearly tripped going up the stairs. You rounded the corner, nearly running into Yoongi on your way. You paused for a moment before trying to mutter a quick apology. You tried to move by him, but the second you took a step, Yoongi blocked your path. 

“I told you to stay out of the way.” He grumbled. “You nearly got Namjoon and Taehyung killed.” He stared down at you, his eyes piercing your soul. He leaned down next to your ear, your entire body tensing up as his breath hit your exposed skin. “If I had my way, you would have been gone before you even got into this house. Don’t forget that, little one.”

You shoved past Yoongi, pushing his body back with all the force you could muster and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind you. You clicked the lock before bracing yourself against the sink, head dipped down. Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath, a seemingly impossible task at the moment. 

You didn’t recognize yourself when you looked in the mirror. Your hair was disheveled, frizz creating a messy halo around your head. Your skin had drained of all color, leaving you a sickly gray color. Your eyes were dark, teary, and sunken in. You gasped for a breath as you got closer to the mirror. 

What was happening to you? You felt like a monster, you had killed someone and almost gotten your saviors killed in the process. Sure, it was in self defense, something to save yourself, but was that a selfish decision? You stared at yourself until your face started to distort in the mirror, transforming before your eyes into some horrifying creature. 

You hiccuped as the image continued to distort before your eyes, bile rising up in your throat as you stood there. It burned your throat as you dropped next to the toilet, head in the bowl. A sob left your mouth as you threw up, sweat beading on your hairline.

Once you were positive it was over, you stood up and flushed. A shower was in order. You turned on the shower water and went to rinse your mouth and brush your teeth while the water warmed up. You brushed your teeth until you spit blood, and stripped down to get in the shower. 

The hot water burned your skin and left hot red marks all over your body. You scrubbed the skin, the smell of death, off until it hurt. The steam of the shower was thick and hard to breathe in, but you didn’t care as you stood under the scorching water. You felt the burn on your skin as you stood alone with your thoughts. Were you truly any better than them? Or were you both just trying to survive?

[fanfic-lover-girl]

I was goin thru ur blog n i saw a poll about who draco bullies n ron won but doesn't ron always start first whenever draco comes? isnt dracos focus only on harry n draco only focus on ron if he started on draco i read it from another blog long ago

also i saw ur answer to anons ask about ron deserving better n reblog about percy i also dont get how ron deserves better if compared to better friends maybe he does but overall ron is bad too lyk w how he treats percy despite percy caring for him the most, displays bout of jealousies n belittles others n hypocritical w muggles n pure blood beliefs

Hey anon. I don't want to be a jerk but please improve your writing expression. Reading this gave me a headache.

Anyway, let's get into it.

doesn't ron always start first whenever draco comes? isnt dracos focus only on harry n draco only focus on ron if he started on draco

Nope. I love Draco but I can't excuse his sins. While I believe Hermione and Harry are not as victimized by Draco as fandom claims, I can't say the same for Ron. I am struggling to think of a time when Ron attacked Draco first unprovoked, except for the scene in DH where Ron punched a defenceless Draco.

If you want, here are some examples of Draco provoking Ron and not (solely) focusing on Harry:

Book 5, Ch 21

“I’m surprised so many people could see them,” said Ron. “Three in a class —” “Yeah, Weasley, we were just wondering,” said a malicious voice nearby. Unheard by any of them in the muffling snow, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were walking along right behind them. “D’you reckon if you saw someone snuff it you’d be able to see the Quaffle better?” He, Crabbe, and Goyle roared with laughter as they pushed past on their way to the castle and then broke into a chorus of “Weasley Is Our King.” Ron’s ears turned scarlet.

Book 4, Ch 11

“We saw him right up close, as well,” said Ron. “We were in the Top Box —” “For the first and last time in your life, Weasley.” Draco Malfoy had appeared in the doorway. Behind him stood Crabbe and Goyle, his enormous, thuggish cronies, both of whom appeared to have grown at least a foot during the summer. Evi- dently they had overheard the conversation through the compart- ment door, which Dean and Seamus had left ajar. “Don’t remember asking you to join us, Malfoy,” said Harry coolly. “Weasley . . . what is that?” said Malfoy, pointing at Pigwid- geon’s cage. A sleeve of Ron’s dress robes was dangling from it, swaying with the motion of the train, the moldy lace cuff very obvious. Ron made to stuff the robes out of sight, but Malfoy was too quick for him; he seized the sleeve and pulled. “Look at this!” said Malfoy in ecstasy, holding up Ron’s robes and showing Crabbe and Goyle, “Weasley, you weren’t thinking of wearing these, were you? I mean — they were very fashionable in about eighteen ninety. . . .” “Eat dung, Malfoy!” said Ron, the same color as the dress robes as he snatched them back out of Malfoy’s grip. Malfoy howled with derisive laughter; Crabbe and Goyle guffawed stupidly. “So . . . going to enter, Weasley? Going to try and bring a bit of glory to the family name? There’s money involved as well, you know . . . you’d be able to afford some decent robes if you won. . . .” “What are you talking about?” snapped Ron. “Are you going to enter?” Malfoy repeated. “I suppose you will, Potter? You never miss a chance to show off, do you?” “Either explain what you’re on about or go away, Malfoy,” said Hermione testily, over the top of The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 4. A gleeful smile spread across Malfoy’s pale face. “Don’t tell me you don’t know?” he said delightedly. “You’ve got a father and brother at the Ministry and you don’t even know? My God, my father told me about it ages ago . . . heard it from Cor- nelius Fudge. But then, Father’s always associated with the top people at the Ministry. . . . Maybe your father’s too junior to know about it, Weasley . . . yes . . . they probably don’t talk about impor- tant stuff in front of him. . . .” Laughing once more, Malfoy beckoned to Crabbe and Goyle, and the three of them disappeared. Ron got to his feet and slammed the sliding compartment door so hard behind them that the glass shattered.

For all Draco is obsessed with Harry, there are several times where he ignores Harry and focuses on making Ron miserable.

also i saw ur answer to anons ask about ron deserving better n reblog about percy i also dont get how ron deserves better if compared to better friends

I literally don't understand what you are saying.

maybe he does but overall ron is bad too lyk w how he treats percy despite percy caring for him the most, displays bout of jealousies n belittles others n hypocritical w muggles n pure blood beliefs

I never said Ron was not flawed. Yes, Ron treats Percy badly and he has moments of ugly jealousy. But it does not lessen my opinion that Ron is a better friend to Hermione and Harry than they are to him. I wish he had another love interest and another best friend. To me, Ron is the most lovable of the three. He's also pretty relatable to me. Not sure how Ron is hypocritical about muggles?? Yeah, the Weasleys have their own prejudices, such as their scorn for squibs but Arthur is the main culprit for treating muggles like zoo animals, not Ron. Ron does not hold any major bigoted pureblood beliefs that I can recall.

I like Ron a lot, he's my favourite of the trio. And I doubt anything will change that.

[dionysus-complex]

Canzon, i' non fu' mai quel nuvol d'oro che poi discese in preziosa pioggia sì che 'l foco di Giove in parte spense; ma fui ben fiamma ch' un bel guardo accense, et fui l'uccel che più per l'aere poggia alzando lei che ne' miei detti onoro; né per nova figura il primo alloro seppi lassar, ché pur la sua dolce ombra ogni men bel piacer del cor mi sgombra.

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Song, I was never the cloud of gold that once descended in a precious rain so that it partly quenched the fire of Jove; but I have certainly been a flame lit by a lovely glance and I have been the bird that rises highest in the air raising her whom in my words I honor; nor for any new shape could I leave the first laurel, for still its sweet shade turns away from my heart any less beautiful pleasure.

(Petrarch, Rerum Vulgarium Fragmenta 23.161-169; trans. Robert Durling)

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[butvega]

oi oi desculpa estar aqui novamente mas eu queria muito pedir de novo uma coisa com o son envolvendo ano novo + filhinhos (pq o son papai mexe muito comigo)

aliás, feliz ano novo !! espero que seu 2023 seja repleto de luz e muita felicidade

imagina, meu amor! papai son também mexe muito comigo </3. tenha um 2023 maravilhoso, e espero que você goste 💘

a lot of anxiety w. son heung-min

avisos: dirty talk de leve em público, richarlison bêbado dando em cima de você, e só.

– Olha quem vem aí! Papai Sonny! — Kane aponta, chamando a atenção de Lloris, seu companheiro de time.

– E aí, cara! — Lloris o abraça, que permanece tímido, mas com olhares sempre atentos à você. — Ei, neném. Você tem um papai muito legal. — Lloris brinca, segurando sua barriga de trinta e cinco semanas, que mantinha Jun-Seo.

— E aí, Sonny! — Kane o cumprimenta também. — Tá chegando, hein? Ansiosos pro garotão? — ele sorri para você, selando sua testa carinhosamente.

— Muita coisa. Cada dia que passa fica mais perto, 'tô bastante nervoso, minha primeira vez como pai, né. — Sonny profere, te abraçando por trás, e beijando o topo de sua cabeça, enquanto repousa a mão em sua barriga.

— Eu imagino. Meu primeiro também fiquei bastante ansioso, sempre é muito mágico. — Lloris sorri.

— Quer sentar, amor? — Son pergunta à você. Neste fim de gravidez ele tem se tornado muito necessário. As dores nas costas, o inchaço nos pés, tudo era bem cansativo. Você apenas murmura um "uhum", e o segue até as mesas.

Era reveillon, e Harry Kane havia preparado uma festa muito pomposa para familiares e amigos de time comemorem juntos a virada. Sendo sincera, você sabia que o ideal era não estar ali, já que o médico disse que faltando apenas 1 mês para ter seu bebê, era bom permanecer em casa sem muito esforço.

Depois de relutar bastante com Son, conseguiu convencê-lo de irem. Prometeu ficar quietinha. Só queria ver o movimento, os fogos, a festa. Sonny preferia ficar em casa, pajeando sua barriga como sempre fazia. Para ele, você e o bebê, mesmo que ainda no forninho, eram suficientes, mas sabendo que você é brasileira e adorava uma festa, acatou sua vontade.

— Bota os pés aqui no meu colo. Posso tirar sua sandália e massagear um pouco. — Sonny diz, após se sentarem em um sofá fofinho marrom no canto da enorme sala de conveniência.

— Não precisa, meu bebê. — você sorri boba para ele. Adorava como ele era carinhoso e dedicado como marido.

— Bota esses pães bisnaguinha aqui, fazendo um favor. — finge estar bravo. Você ri novamente, deste vez pela maneira a qual ele se refere ao seus pés, e os coloca em seu colo, enquanto descansa a própria mão na barriga, acariciando sem perceber.

Sonny tira seu salto não tão alto, e coloca com cuidado no chão, para poder massagear seus pés cansados. Você passa a repará-lo; os cabelos com gel penteados milimetricamente, a camisa cor de areia de linho, e a calça preta bem alinhada. Tão lindo.

— Você 'tá com o pé com cheirinho de lavanda. — ele murmura rindo baixinho, ele a cultua como uma deusa.

— Passei creme antes de vir. — você ri com sua constatação, mas a risada para no momento em que sente um forte chute do lado esquerdo da barriga, dando lugar a uma feição surpresa. — Amor, ele 'tá chutando. — volta a rir, animada.

— Ah, filho... — não adianta, ele sempre se emociona. Larga seus pés de lado por um tempo, e aproveita que você está escorada no braço do sofá para deitar a cabeça sobre sua barriga, deixando um beijo delicado.

— Ele tá feliz de estar na festa.

— Meu amor, papai não cansa de dizer que te ama muito. Papai tá muito ansioso pra te ver, tá bem? Quando você nascer, vai ajudar o papai a cuidar da mamãe. Meu pequenininho. — enche de beijinhos sua barriga.

— Êeeeh Sonnynho! — escutam a voz de Richarlison, e se viram para o amigo, que visivelmente alterado pela bebida, chega feliz para cumprimentar o casal.

— Rich! E aí, cara? — Sonny sorri animado com a presença dele, se levanta e o abraça.

— Como tá esse neném? — ele sorri, beijando sua barriga.

— Tá bem. Já já ele chega. — Sonny diz orgulhoso.

— Tô falando da sua mulher. — Richarlison diz, e Son dá um tapa em sua cabeça, te fazendo rir.

— A mulher tá bem, e o neném também. — você diz, amenizando. — Só o pé inchado, e as costas me matando, porque esse garotão aqui tá pesando. — profere em português, deixando Sonny um pouco curioso.

— Já marcou a cesaria? — ele pergunta, se sentando na mesinha de centro em frente ao sofá.

— Cara, — você suspira — O médico falou algo sobre dia vinte e nove de janeiro. Eu ainda tenho a última ultra, então teremos certeza. — diz em inglês desta vez, afim de incluir o marido na conversa.

— Você tem que ver, Rich! Fizemos a ultra 3d, e ele é a coisa mais linda do mundo. Tem um nariz arrebitadinho. — Son diz, orgulhoso.

Sem perceber, puxa você para o próprio colo, no sofá em que ambos estão sentados, abraçando seu corpo em possessão.

— Claro, 'pô, pai bonito desses, o filho tinha que ser lindo. — Richarlison fez um bico sensual direcionado à Son.

Mais algum tempo de papo, Richarlison se levantou, deixando vocês sozinhos novamente. Ainda no colo de Sonny, ele te repara com atenção.

— Seu peito ficou tão lindo grávida. — solta a braba. Você o olha horrorizada, e ri. — Que foi? Tá tão gostosa.

— Sonny! Você anda muito safado. — encosta a cabeça em seu ombro.

— Não, não. Sincero, é melhor. Tá gostosa mesmo... E ainda bem que é minha... E o melhor é sabe o quê? — perguntou, enchendo seu pescoço de beijos. Você unicamente murmura um "uhn?" esperando sua resposta. — Que o médico não contraindicou que eu chegue em casa, e coma você bem gostosinho.

— Heung-min! — você exclama novamente, se sentindo pulsar. Se sente excitada ao saber que seu marido te diz aquelas bobeiras, em um lugar lotado de pessoas. Sonny era tímido, mas não com você. — Mas só pode devagarinho.

— E? Eu faço devagarinho... Te coloco de ladinho, te encho de beijo.. Vou te foder com muito carinho, eu prometo. — você se remexe no colo dele, sentindo sua ereção se formar. Sabia que não poderia deixar aquilo ir longe demais, pelo menos não ali.

— Então vamos assistir os fogos, e vamos para casa. O que acha? — propõe. Sua cara desanima, e você novamente ri, de como ele parece uma criança.

— Combinado. — responde, em muxoxo.

Você teria dois menininhos em casa. Jun-Seo, e Heung-Min Son.

___________

aaaaaaaaaa meu pai

beiju ❤️

[broken--wings]

Oi na nai na

Oi na nai na

Oi na nai na, na na nai na

Ch n saij

Comm ij mor p te

Ch n saij

St'uocchij trist nun e guard maij

Ch n saij

Ch m faij

Sij t' sent' e parla'

Ch m faij

Chesta voc' nun m'a scord maij

Tutt e nott s'addorm cu me

E p to fa capij t'aggio purtat na rosa

Sij o cor tremm già sta succrenn qualcos'

Sij m vuo' fa sta buon a me ma bast nu vas

Nu gest piccrill p vre o paradis'

E p t'o fa capij sto accarzzan stij man

Ch voglij e t snti' vicin a me chianu chian'

E sij facimm ammor c frmamm riman

Ma nun mo fa panza' ca primm o ropp scumpar

Addo vaij?

Riest ca vir chell c faij

Manc o tiemp e parla' tu m raij

T'accumpang sij mo t n vaij

E p to fa capij t'aggio purtat na rosa

Sij o cor tremm già sta succrenn qualcos'

Sij m vuo' fa sta buon a me ma bast nu vas

Nu gest piccrill p vre o paradis'

E p t'o fa capij sto accarzzan stij man

Ch voglij e t snti' vicin a me chianu chian'

E sij facimm ammor c frmamm riman

Ma nun mo fa panza' ca primm o ropp scumpar

Oi na nai na

Oi na nai na

Oi na nai na, na na nai na

Oi na nai na

Oi na nai na

Oi na nai na, na na nai na

Oi na nai na

Oi na nai na

Oi na nai na, na na nai na

[go-learn-esperanto]

Hi do you have any advice for understanding Portuguese as someone who completely understands (but barely speaks) Spanish? I noticed some words are similar but with different accents and it trips me off. Are there maybe specific differences that knowing them may help understand Portuguese better?

Well, in relation to accents we have to pinpoint that they're Brazilian Portuguese accents. I don't exactly where from since the players are and I'm not Brazilian, my speciality is European Portuguese but I'll try giving help with what I can and know.

Spanish - Portuguese

In (standard) Brazilian Portuguese the pronouns "Você" is the one most wildly used to mean singular "you". The verb conjugation will change accordingly. If you know Spanish the você and its verb conjugations are most similar to the "usted" ones.

A really funny one that is 100% gonna happen and will end up being a joke - in Spanish the letter Q is read as "cu". Like the English word coo. Anyway, in Portuguese cu means ass. The letter Q is read as "quê", kinda like the beginning of the word Kentucky.

Pronunciation wise in Brazilian Portuguese when there's a t next to an e or i like in the word "falante" (speaker) the t will make the sound ch. The same happens with the letter d which takes the sound dj. Also the e in the end of the sentence takes the "ee" sound in free. So the te in falante sounds the same as the chi in chicken and the de in acende (he/she/they turns [the lights] on) sounds the same as the ge in geometry.

The nh and the ñ are the same thing.

The lh and ll are and are not the same. Usually in Portuguese it always has the same sound, both in Brazil and Portugal, but in the Spanish speaking world it varies a lot. It can sound the same as in Portuguese or not at all. I think no one that is on the server says it the same way as the Portuguese lh though. There's no sound corresponding to that in English so I cannot give a comparison. You'll have to just listen to it. The phonetic symbol is [ʎ].

A lot of the words that start with ll in Spanish will start with ch in Portuguese. Examples: llamar - chamar, llorar - chorar. The ch is always pronounced as sh (in standard Brazilian Portuguese)

At the end of the sentences the letter o sounds like the oo sound in mood or the the u sound in rude.

The ç is always pronounced ss. As ss in assembly. Aka the same as the French ç in façade.

Almost all words that end with on in Spanish in Portuguese they end with ão. Canción - canção, emoción - emoção, leon - leão, limón - limão

Words that end with ã in Portuguese usually end in ana in Spanish but not all words ended in ana in Spanish will end with ã in Portuguese. Irmã - hermana, manhã - mañana, - maçã - manzana

In Portuguese a lot of the so called the intervocal n and L from Latin are lost but in Spanish they are kept. Dolor - dor, color - cor, sonar - soar, luna - lua

The j in Spanish is a sound made with your throat and it's actually closer to some pronunciations of the R in the beginning of words in Portuguese (ex: Rato). This sound also appears in double rr in the middle of words (carro) and after the letter n (honra). However in some places of Brazil the R is also pronounced like the English R. So basically where you'd have that characteristic rrrrr sound in Spanish you have a more throat like sound in Portuguese (which sounds similar to the Spanish j) or something similar to the English R.

The Portuguese j is pronounced like the French j.

The X in Portuguese is pronounced.... In a lot of ways. Sh in puxar, cs in taxi, z in exemplo and in some words not even native speakers are exactly sure how to pronounce it. When in doubt try the sh pronunciation. Spanish has very little X in it and it's almost always pronounced as cs.

S in Portuguese has also a lot of pronunciations but to make this simple: when followed by a consonant or when it's the last letter in a word it will always be read as sh. When in the beginning of a word it's always read as ss and when alone in a word it will be read z. If there's the double ss it's read as just that. So the word casa is not read as "cassa" like in Spanish but as "caza". The word festas is pronounced as feshtash.

Nasal sounds. Just tons of them. The an before a consonant has the same sound as a ã. The on before a consonant (or the om in the end of a word) is the same as the French on. When ending a word em also sounds the same as ãe... The first two sounds ã and on can exist in some Spanish accents however I don't think the ãe or even the õe sounds exist anywhere in Spanish.

The El and La of Spanish will turn into the O and A in Portuguese. El gato - O gato, La isla - A ilha

Most genders are the same however some are reversed. El agua - A água, la mar* - o mar, el árbol - a árvore, el paisaje - a paisagem

*apparently you can use both genders for mar in Spanish???? Why???? Is there any other inanimate object that works like that???

There's a lot more certainly and this is probably really confusing but honestly this would work better with audio because trying to explain sounds by text without entering into complicated linguistics and the phonetic alphabet is almost impossible.

[leftoverenvy]

Tastes Like Sugar (ch. 25)

Summary: India Mae, or Indi, is a music major, struggling to pay bills, tuition, work, and make good grades.  Emily Prentiss is a BAU profiler, as well as a DC socialite thanks to her huge family fortune.  The two enter into a mutually beneficial arrangement: Emily will pay for Indi's school if Indi accompanies Emily to her social functions for a few months, posing as her girlfriend.  As weeks go by, the lines between their arrangement and their true feelings start to blur.  But money can't buy love, right?

Pairing: India Mae Banks x Emily Prentiss; OC x Emily Prentiss

Warnings: smut (18+); sugar baby relationships; age gap (16 years - but all over 18)

Word Count: 2.5k

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Chapter 25 - The Woman in the Mirror

Emily's POV: I internally groaned as I picked up my ringing phone from the counter only to see Hotch's face.  I had just gotten home from a case.  Surely we weren't already being called back.  As I clicked to accept the call, I mentally dreaded seeing Indi's sad face when I had to tell her I was leaving again.  I didn't know if I could bear seeing her disappointed pout so quickly after arriving home. 

Hotch had horrible timing; Indi and I had plans this evening to go to a gala.  She seemed so excited to go with me, and, admittedly, I was excited to arrive with her on my arm, dressed to the nines.  My imagination had run wild all week wondering how she'd look all dressed up for me.  I imagined it'd be like how she looked at the symphony, but better.  Even if Indi and I didn't have an event tonight, we had just gotten home from a case.  I needed some time with her.  But no, Hotch's timing was rotten.

"Hotch," I answered curtly.

"Prentiss," he cut to the chase, "Where's the Wilkinson file?"

I furrowed my brow.  "Wilkinson, sir?"

"I know it's from a few years ago, but we had to leave the case because we were getting nowhere.  From Kansas, remember?"

"Oh!" I exclaimed in realization.  I grimaced slightly at the memory.  That case had been hard on all of us – any case left unsolved was.  "I have no idea, sir.  Is it not in the file storeroom?"

"No, because the case was never closed."  Odd – I thought we had a cold case filing cabinet.

"Why do you need it now?"

"I'm reviewing files for our next case and this one, though in South Dakota, is pretty similar to that case.  I want to rev-"  I stopped listening to Hotch when I saw Indi enter the kitchen.

I smiled softly as I moved the phone away from my mouth to whisper, "Hi angel."  She wrapped her arms around me and snuggled her face against my chest.  I melted into her embrace, kissing the top of her head.  While rubbing my free hand up and down her back, I waited for Hotch to finish prattling on about this case.  Frankly, now that I had India, I didn't care to think about work while I was home.  Before her, I returned to a quiet, empty house.  I had always been ready to think about the next case.  I lived to work.  But now, with Indi, I worked to live.  I worked to come home to her.

India tilted her head up and started kissing up my neck.  Her trailing, wet kisses flipped something in the pit of my stomach.  I felt my clit twinge when her tongue dragged along my jaw.  I bit my lip to keep myself in check; I was on the phone after all.  Her libido was so much higher than mine.  I wasn't sure if I just hadn't been interested in someone before meeting her, or if it was her age causing the discrepancy between our sex drives.  But I was enjoying this newly-heightened desire to have sex again.  It had been all but lost with JJ.  Before I could let my thoughts run too far away from me, Hotch interrupted my reverie.  "So any ideas?"

I leaned my head back to try to slow Indi down.  "I may have tucked it in the unclaimed desk in the corner of the bullpen."  Her hands slid under my shirt.  I tried to still them, but she seemed to be on a mission.  "Sometimes we all use that desk to store files we may need in a few months."  Her lips moved up to my ear, and I nearly lost it.  I never understood how her tongue could wrap around my ear lobe so sensually.  My breath hitched before I could continue in my answer.

"Why?"

"It's pretty close to the rest of our desks – way closer than the file room.  And we all have a drawer we can go back to.  Mine's bottom left." 

"And if it's not there?"  With Indi's hands up my shirt and her tongue on my neck, I was rapidly running out of patience talking about serial killers and dusty, old case files.

"Then I don't know."  Deciding that was a bit curt, I tacked on a deferential "Sir."

"Thanks, Prentiss.  Will I see you later tonight?"

"Yes," I affirmed.

"See you then."  He hung up before I could say goodbye.

With a finger under her chin, I tipped Indi's face up to kiss her properly.  She smiled into my kiss and pulled herself closer to me.  Her fingers twisted into the hair at the nape of my neck, tugging deliciously.  Her teeth gently grazed my bottom lip.  I pulled back to say, "Come on, princess.  Don't start something you can't finish."

"There's time…" she whispered against my skin.  She scratched her nails lightly up my back, drawing goosebumps on my arms.  I shivered and lost myself in her lips for a few more seconds.  Her tongue felt so good against mine.  She lapped at my mouth the same way she did my clit, and I was ready to spread her out on the counter.  She almost had me.

I pushed her back, breaking our kiss.  "Oohhh no," I chuckled.  "Come on.  You always take way longer than you think you will to get ready for these things."

Her mouth turned into that adorable pout, eyes falsely sad.  It was her classic face to get what she wanted.  And I was powerless against it.  I pulled her back into my arms and kissed her again.  I walked her back into the counter behind her, trapping her between the island and my own body.  I suckled on her jaw and inched towards her ear.  "You," I whispered between kisses, "Are far too persuasive for your own good."

I pulled back again, my thumb still rubbing against her hip.  She pouted again, much more genuinely this time.  "Don't stop," she whined.  She grabbed my wrist and tugged, trying to draw me forward.  "Come back."

I stepped forward to kiss her on the forehead chastely.  "We need to get ready.  We can't be late for this one, baby."

"What's so special about tonight?"

"Many politicians will be there tonight, including my boss's boss's boss.  And probably his boss too."

Her bottom lip stuck out enticingly, and I couldn't help but to trace it with my thumb.  "Who's going to know?"

"I'll know.  Now come, sweet girl."

She sighed dramatically but started making her way to her room.  I couldn't help but stare at the swing of her hips as she sauntered up the stairs.  Aching to feel her soft skin underneath my fingertips again, I silently berated myself the entire way up the stairs.  Why had I stopped us?

I followed her to the threshold of her room, not that she had been sleeping in there recently.  I was hoping I could steal one more kiss from her sweet lips.  She whipped around, catching me off guard.  "What do you think you're doing?"

"Kissing my girl," I smirked.

"Uh uh!  We're being responsible," she mocked.  "I just take sooooo long to get ready for these things.  I couldn't possibly waste another minute not getting ready."

"Ha ha!" I stated dryly.  I leaned in for my kiss, but she put her fingers up, stopping me in my tracks.  "Indi!" I complained.  I did not appreciate her turning the tables.  Though, admittedly, I deserved this teasing after forcing her to come up and get ready.

She giggled and my chest warmed at the sound.  "See you in a few hours!"  And she shut the door in my face.  My jaw dropped, and I scoffed in disbelief.

"Indi!" I called out, unsure what else to say.  I only heard her fading giggle as she moved into her bathroom to start getting ready.  I shook my head in disbelief that she could reel me in so quickly before I turned to go get ready myself.

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I was getting antsy about heading out.  I had been ready for about fifteen minutes, waiting on Indi to come out and wow me.  Anxious that we wouldn't make it on time, I knocked on her door.

"Indi?  We're going to be late…"

"I wonder whose fault that could be," she teased.  "Come in!" 

"Well it certainly isn't my fau-"  As soon as I pushed the door open, my breath caught in my throat and I froze in the doorway.  She was beyond my wildest dreams, her hair curled into loose curls falling gently down her back.  Though normally her curls were tight and wild, these were no less sexy.  I wanted to run my fingers through them and ruin them.

"Zip me up?" she asked, sensually turning back to look at me while lifting her hair so I could access her zipper. 

I crossed the room in a trance, hypnotized by her.  I gathered her hair in one of my hands, allowing her to drop her arms.  I dipped my head and pressed a soft kiss to the side of her neck, my other arm wrapping around her waist to pull her closer.  I inhaled subtly, her perfume overtaking my senses.  My eyes closed involuntarily, lost in the moment. 

I grabbed her hip and trailed my lips up to her earlobe and tugged on it slightly, the angle a bit awkward because of her earrings.

"Em," she gasped, her head falling back.  I licked up the shell of her ear, opening my eyes to look at her again.

"You look so beautiful, Indi.  I can't believe you're mine."  I trailed my fingers lightly up her arm and continued kissing down her neck, sucking slightly.  My fingers continued touching her skin, addicted to the feel of her. 

I pulled back and kissed the nape of her neck, ready to – begrudgingly – zip her dress.  I slowly slid her zipper up, already missing her back being exposed.  She twisted a bit, craning her neck so I'd start kissing her again.  But it shifted her dress, and her right leg was exposed from ankle to mid thigh.

I exhaled sharply, the slit in her dress captivating me.  I loved her thighs; I could spend every second of every day between them.  Before I knew what I was doing, my hand fell to the newly-exposed skin, caressing.  She fell back into me, letting me support more of her weight as I teased the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

"You're so soft, baby," I whispered against the shell of her ear.  Goosebumps spread from her shoulder down her arm as I continued to whisper sweet nothings against her neck, interrupted only by my tongue tasting the skin behind her ear.

My fingers inched higher and higher up her thigh, waiting to learn whether she was wearing lace or satin for me tonight.  Instead, my fingers met coarse curls.  I gasped in surprise, then bit gently on her earlobe.  "Where are your panties?"

"I figured this might happen," she gasped.

I traced her slit lightly, teasing.  "And if it didn't?" I questioned.  I dipped my finger between her folds to see how wet she was for me, spreading it up to her clit.

"I-" she gasped when I started circling her clit softly.  "I thought then I'd be able to tease you about it later tonight."

"Is that right?" 

I nipped at her neck, eliciting a sharp hiss from her perfect mouth.  Before she could respond, I slid my fingers inside of her, causing her head to fall back onto my shoulder.  I felt my own core clench at the sight of the underside of her jaw.  I wished I could reach it at this angle; I wished I could suck on it.  She always made the sexiest sound when I licked up her jaw.  But tonight, I wanted her to watch me fuck her.  I wanted her to see the effect I had on her.  I wanted her to see that she belonged to me. 

I smoothed a hand up her stomach and chest, gliding my open palm up her neck to grab her chin.  I jerked her head back down, her eyes opened slowly to stare at me in the mirror.  With one hand holding her jaw in place, I pulled the fingers of my other hand out of her and started circling her clit again.  "Do you see you?" I mused in her ear.  "Do you see how sexy you are?"  She whimpered when I slowed my fingers.  "Watch how beautiful you are when I make you cum," I commanded.

I slammed my fingers back inside her, and she tried to throw her head back, but I kept a solid grip on her jaw.  "Eyes open, beautiful," I cooed.  I stared at her drooping, lustful eyes, framed by thick, false lashes as she stared at the hand between her legs, covered partially by her dress.

As if in a trance, unaware of her actions, she gathered part of her dress in her hand to get a better look at herself.  "See my fingers, baby?  You take me so well," I whispered in her ear.  She shivered at the feel of my breath on her neck.  "I wish we had time to let you see how well you take my cock." 

She moaned wantonly, resisting the hold I had on her jaw.  "Ah ah," I chided, "Look at you, angel.   Look how pretty you are."

"Please," she begged, presumably wanting it harder.  I picked up the pace just slightly.  "Emilyyyy," she moaned, needing more.

I sucked on her neck, scraping my teeth just slightly against her skin.  "Fuck," she panted.  She reached around to dig her fingers into the side of my thigh, hoping to anchor herself as the pleasure intensified.

"That's it, angel.  You've never looked more beautiful."  Her brows furrowed, concentrated on chasing her release.  "Cum for me, Indi." 

She whined, her head tugging on my grip, her eyes starting to close.  I released my hold, letting her bury her face in my neck.  I wrapped my now-free arm around her waist to support her weight as she let the pleasure wash over her.  "Emily," she muttered against my skin, her hot panting warming me pleasantly.  "Emily!" she repeated.  "Yes!!" she nearly shouted as she came.  

She caught her breath as I slowed my fingers, bringing her down.  When I felt her start to support more of her own weight, I slipped my fingers out of her.  Her eyes tracked me bringing my fingers up to my mouth to lick them clean, her breath catching in her throat once she realized what I was doing.

Indi turned, wrapping her arms around my neck to pull me into a deep kiss.  I kissed her until she had to pull back to catch her breath again.  We drank up the moment, forehead to forehead, breathing each other in.

She pulled back, a brilliant smile spreading across her face.  "What happened to leaving on time?"  I chuckled with her, leaning down to steal one more kiss.  I guess we'd be late after all.

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[ladykf-writes]

Find the Word Tag

Tagged by @case-of-traxits for this interesting word hunt through my fics. I'm trying to do a different fic for each! And I'm tagging @thegeeksqueaks | @vorpalgirl | @wandererriha | @yuzukimist

Rules: Search your writing for the following words, and post an excerpt containing them. Your words are the following: light, hope, alive and feeling, or some derivative like "lights" or "hopeful" --- tag me if you do these, folks!

My words were: blood, soft, feather, and sunlight. I've mentioned the chapter and linked to the fic each is from as well as the fic's status. (If you're interested in the WIPs... let me know. It's really, really appreciated.)

Blood

She struck at him, blow after whirling blow, almost too fast to follow. Almost too fast to block. Definitely too fast to reclaim the offensive.

And like an absolute idiot rookie, he went down. Tripped, of all things, and landed on his ass.

Rosso was on him in a breath with a vicious, bloodthirsty grin as she pointed her weapon at his chest. "And now, SOLDIER, you die and I will live on. I will -"

Maybe Benji should have been more brutal, in his desperation. But instead he was reckless.

He grabbed her weapon with both hands, felt the bite of metal into his palms, and offered a positively wicked grin because he had nothing left to lose.

The force of the Thundaga that he released in her split second of baffled shock threw her like a rag doll and sent Benji crashing back into a building. Her weapon went flying off somewhere, but he didn't care because she didn't get back up.

Benji managed a wheezing laugh, licking blood off his lips and tasting copper as he coughed. He got to his feet with bullheaded stubbornness, and made his way over to her still body. After a moment, he rolled her over, and hummed as he saw her chest rise shallowly. Just unconscious, then. Nice.

"Gloating is a terrible habit," he muttered, keying his mic. "Rosso is down. I repeat, Rosso the Crimson is down."

From CH 62, Nothing To Lose: Dog Whistle - a canon divergent FFVII fixit [Incomplete]

Soft

“And you said Shield Amicitia was the one who took you on, right?” Prompto asked. “When you first got in with them.”

“Adopted me like a feral stray,” Cor said dryly.

“Did you bite him?” Prompto asked, mostly teasing.

Then Cor did that ‘trying not to smile’ twitchy thing with his lips, blue eyes gleaming, and Prompto gasped.

“You bit Shield Amicitia?” He said, yet again both scandalized and delighted. Cor was really good at getting that particular response.

“I said no such thing,” Cor defended.

“Your eyes said you did,” Prompto retorted, grinning. “Oh my gods, you bit him? What did he do?”

“If I bit Clarus, I assure you he would have deserved it,” Cor said. “And taken it as his due for being a jerk in the first place.”

Prompto cackled, sinking into a chair. “Oh my gods, Cor, you are impossible.”

Cor finally let himself smile a little, soft and unaccountably fond as he watched Prompto cackling. “Do I amuse you?”

“So much,” Prompto said, wiping his eyes. “Oh man. You’re something, you know that?”

“I may have been told that on occasion,” he said, still clearly amused.

Which, fair - that made two of them. “You’re crazy, but I really appreciate that about you.”

Cor chuckled softly. “Mmh… thank you, I think.”

“Definitely,” he said, laughing one last time before getting himself under control. It was weird how comfortable he’d gotten with Cor. He didn’t feel like a stranger anymore. He was… well, he was treating him like a friend, because he felt like it. He still couldn’t picture being ‘friends’ with the Immortal Marshal of the Crownsguard but… Cor, like this, smiling and joking and softening those hard edges… yeah. Yeah, he could see himself being friends with Cor.

CH 7: Returning the Favor, A Place to Call Home - a FFXV gift / exchange fic from 2021, pre-canon Dad!Cor and Prompto [Complete]

Feather

Hojo stared at him a long moment over the rims of his glasses. "How you ever made it to First Class, let alone cultivated a reputation for being level headed and intelligent is beyond my understanding. I admit, I didn't think you or Rhapsodos should have ever been allowed to enter the SOLDIER program. I still think it was a foolish mistake as this debacle proves, but the problem here is not that you are some sort of abomination. What's wrong with you, Hewley, is that you are entirely too human."

Angeal stared back in disbelief. "Too human? Have you even looked at-"

"I have been looking at the literal design of your being for days, Hewley, so kindly shut up and let the person who knows what they're talking about talk," he interrupted, glaring at him. "Your mother was injected with Jenova cells well before your conception, and you would have inherited them along with her own natural genes in a much more complete way than Rhapsodos had. They tied into your genome thoroughly enough that you could have been promoted through Second Class with no ill effects, but the higher doses of mako required to become a First Class SOLDIER were too stimulating; it immediately began to awaken those genes to higher activity, priming you to be responsive to Genesis' manipulations."

"I don't believe he did this to me on purpose," he insisted, though the arguments the professor made left him a bit wide eyed and shaken. He didn't dare look at Zack, and a quick look at Sephiroth's too still posture kept him from a second glance. "He's lost a lot of himself, but he wouldn't do that. Not to me."

"Why not? You're far more sane than he is and you turned on your so-called friends without hesitation." Hojo was merciless with his honesty. "Is he really the better man? Is there even such a thing? You're both human. The nature of humanity is to betray others to protect themselves, it has been since the beginning of its existence. I'm honestly not sure why you keep holding it up as something to aspire to."

What was he supposed to say to that? Angeal swallowed hard, but it didn't get rid of the tightness in his throat, and no amount of blinking rid his eyes of their burn.

Hojo shook his head with a dismissive sound, turning back to the computer. "What's the human genome but a long line of advantageous mutations that have been adapted over millennia? Not, mind you, that Hollander has provided you with anything of the sort. But it's the principle of the thing in that this is nothing new, and we would all benefit from you realizing that this really doesn't make you special. You're a grown man and a SOLDIER First Class; it's about time you get over your identity crisis and realize nothing has actually changed beyond you now knowing more of your genetic history. You're the same man you were before you clued into that fact, quit being such a child about it."

Angeal made a little strangled sound, shaking his head and shaking his wings out. He followed the path of a pair of stray feathers, noting numbly when Hojo took another in gloved fingertips to set aside. "But…"

"But nothing. I'm not going to put up with your excuses." Hojo crossed over to his side table, snapping his fingers. "Get a tech in here. We need to draw a few samples and get actual testing going since there's clearly not going to be any further narratives for now."

CH 16, Too Human, To Be Human - an older but well loved FFVII FIx-It [Complete!]

Sunlight

The massive gate leading out of town gave way almost immediately to an old, untamed forest that stretched out as far as the eye could see. Admittedly, it was hard to be sure how far that was, when looking through a heavily wooded area. Several paths branched off, but Mint took off down one without the slightest hesitation, so he followed her. Hopefully she knew where she was going.

The forest was thick with trees, sunlight streaming down through the canopy to rich, dark earth under their feet that had been worn and packed from people walking the path. It was decidedly peaceful, comfortable, with an easy breeze that rustled the leaves above and the foliage below. Somewhere in the distance, quiet birdsong could be heard.

Of course, like most forests, there were dangers amid the deceptive peacefulness. They came upon a group of Pollywogs, more of a nuisance than an actual threat even in a group. They bobbed through the air in silence, their fat yellow bodies showing up clearly against the backdrop of greens and brown. As soon as they spotted Mint and Rue, they came over with a burst of speed, lavender head tails whipping behind them as they snapped their jaws in an attempt at menacing. Mint didn't even bother to raise her hoops, making a sharp gesture instead and sending out a spray of energy. Balls of golden light shot through the air, impacting into the monsters and taking several down in the first shot. Only one of them had the presence of mind to evade the attack, but when it swerved it went directly into range of Rue's Arc Edge. A single powerful slash downward and the final Pollywog hit the dirt with a soft thud.

From CH 6, A Fortunate Encounter: Dewprism: Journey to the [Relic] - a Threads of Fate semi-novelization [On hiatus]

[captainadwen]

ALSO we honestly didn't spend enough time with Luna to feel sad she dies. Like literally I think Cor gets more screentime. I think CID gets more screentime. I think GENTIANA and UMBRA have more screen time, just because they actually show up in pictures

And the boss battle was boring. I'm sorry I don't care it was an epic scale it was boring.

Ultimately the ch is...underwhelming. mostly because of the boring boss battle. It was really truly boring

[equipebrasil]

Ch-ch-changes…

🌟 Novidades

Nas contas criadas após 8 de maio de 2023, a aba "Para você" será a aba padrão do painel. Essa alteração não afeta as contas criadas anteriormente. Também estamos trabalhando para que as abas do painel sejam ainda mais personalizáveis, incluindo o recurso de poder escolher qual aba aparece primeiro.

A partir de agora no aplicativo para Android você verá alguns anúncios na lightbox das imagens.

Ao fazer uma busca com um navegador web, a partir de agora, os resultados apresentados mostram o indicador de “Ao vivo” se o usuário estiver fazendo uma transmissão.

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Também na web, os posts de amostra em /customize agora incluem posts no formato NPF para que você veja como elas aparecem em seu tema.

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Corrigimos alguns erros no Jardim de Temas que impediam o funcionamento dos links.

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[kovacs-of-courage]

Cor Unum Ch-1

This is chapter 1 of a compilation of oneshots on A03, if you like this--go check the rest of it out! It's called Cor Unum and is listed on my A03 works

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“There’s too many of them, they’re going to catch up with us soon.”

Wild rasped through bloodied breath, and shredded pleura. Breathing was torture, a hundred knives sawing his throat up from his chest. He’d been hit by an arrow, a lucky shot by a now-dead bokoblin that’d collided directly into his ribs, and then lung.

“I can stay behind--buy time.”

It was easy, almost compulsory for him to offer his own life for those of others. Wild knew that all of his brothers would do the same for him. It might be fate that begets these circumstances upon him again and again, or his stubborn refusal to accept his own limitations.

A short, tired laugh greeted his offer. More of a humorous exhale than anything. Neither of them had the energy to do much more than survive at the current moment.

“I’m glad to see you still have faith in my abilities. What kind of knight would I be if I left my men behind?”

Valor continued in step, unflattered by the suggestion, as he was by the distant hollers and heavy footfalls of the monsters behind them--always coming ever closer. The captain had Wild’s right arm curled around his neck and shoulders, keeping hold of his hand as they limped through the forest.

Wild opened his mouth to counter, and was interrupted by the ignition of fire and charred splinters that’d marked a tree beside them. A fire arrow from the oncoming band of monsters managed to find their position. He could recognize the heat, and the swallowing boom of its shockwave anywhere. He wasn’t happy to be on the other end of it, though.

The blast sent them reeling to the ground, their tunics stained with a charming mixture of dirt and blood. Wild tried getting up, to middling success. He was on the last legs of his energy, and having to balance that with one working lung wasn’t making that easier. 

He fell to the ground again, another maelstrom of flaming bark whipping over their heads. 

They were getting closer.

Wild reached for his bow, determined, and ready to sacrifice everything for the survival of his brother. A hero was only as good as the odds against them.

Valor had a different idea, however, lifting the younger hero’s body onto his shoulders, and around his head. He grunted at the effort, the battle, and the near-direct impact of the fire arrows had taken something out of the man.

“Don’t waste your breath, goddess knows you don’t have much of it.” Valor panted.

Valor eyed the coming mob of monsters, putting his freehand to his belt.

“When our comrades stumble, and fall, we carry them until they are strong again.”

A volley of arrows soared by their heads, narrowly missing them. 

Valor didn’t falter.

“That’s how it is.”

The monsters were close, nearly on their necks.

Valor readied himself.

“And that’s how it’ll always be.”

[heartlessfujoshi]

flufftober day 30 - promnis 'no stakes'

Title: No Stakes Chapter: 6 of 6 Fandom: FFXV Pairing: Promnis (Prompto Argentum x Ignis Scientia) Rating: Teen (Subtle Flirting - Fluff - Ep Ignis V2 - Minor Angst - First Kisses - Feelings Realization) WordCount: ~2,240 Prompt: Self-care/love

Read: Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5

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The return to Insomnia had been a long journey, one that Ignis hoped that he would never have to repeat in his lifetime. It took Noctis ten years to return to them, ready to end the fight with Ardyn, which they had done together as a group, as they had all had issues with the first Caelum. That had been close to six months ago, and now they were in the process of getting Insomnia back to its former glory. 

“Your Majesty - you have a meeting today with one of the senators from Lestallum.” Ignis reminded Noctis, who was sitting on his throne, looking a little bored. He wished he could feel the same, but with everything happening, he felt he had little time to himself. 

“Right.” Noctis stretched, then sat up on his throne. “What time was that at?” 

“In thirty minutes.” 

He returned to his bad posture, and exhaled a long sigh. “Good. Can I be left alone until then, Ignis?” 

“Very well.” 

Ignis decided that sometimes it was best to let the King do what he was going to do, rather than try and corral him into doing something that should be done. Whatever it was, it could wait. Ignis looked at his watch, and saw that if he timed it right, he might be able to sneak in a quick visit with his better half. He tucked his tablet under his arm, and left the throne room, leaving Noctis to reflect in silence until he needed to meet with the senator. 

The elevator came quickly, allowing him to get to his destination much faster than he anticipated. Checking his watch one more time, the elevator opened onto the floor where most meetings were being held by the newly established committees to help get Insomnia back into shape. A door opened as he stepped off the elevator, quite a few individuals making their way out as a meeting had just come to an end. 

“Scientia.” He looked up and saw Cor was walking towards him. “What brings you up here at this time?” 

He was about to answer the Marshal when he saw a familiar shade of blond hair come up behind him. “Iggy!” Prompto greeted him, coming over to him with a quickened step. Ignis smiled as his lover approached, looking as handsome as ever in his Crownsguard uniform. “What are you doing up here??” 

“I thought I would come and say hello.” He looked at Cor, who nodded his head towards him and began to walk away, leaving him alone with Prompto. With Cor now gone, he leaned forward and gave his lover a proper kiss on the lips. “How was your meeting, darling?” 

“It was okay.” Prompto sighed, shaking his head. “There’s so much that needs to be done, and I don’t know how we’re going to do it all.” 

“Remember, there is no rush.” Ignis linked his arm with Prompto’s, walking him back to where Prompto’s office was. He’d been up here enough times as of late, as it seemed this was the only time he was able to spend with his lover. He was with the King until late in the evening most nights, and by the time he returned to his apartment with Prompto, his lover was asleep. He could never fault him for that - they both were living such different lives, especially now that Noctis was back with them. Most weekends were taken by the King, as there was no real time off when it came to running the country. It was both a blessing, and a curse. 

They entered Prompto’s office, the room a controlled mess of papers and books. Prompto had dove head first into the rebuilding project, saying he wanted to make sure that Insomnia was safe for everyone. Ignis knew that there was still a part of Prompto that felt like an outsider, and no matter what he said to him, it hadn’t changed over the last ten years. It wasn’t a constant argument, but it did happen every few months or so, when Prompto would become really down for no apparent reason - he would stare at the barcode on his wrist, and sigh a lot. Ignis knew in those moments, his lover needed to be alone, but also made sure that the blond knew that he was there if he wanted to talk. Prompto never did, though. 

“I know, but I’m pretty sure all the refugees would like to come back home.” Prompto sat down at his desk with a grunt. “I don’t think I’m cut out for this job, Iggy. This is too much responsibility.”

“You are doing great.” Ignis was also prepared for this conversation, as his lover tended to flip flop on his new position every other week. “The progress you’ve already made has been a vast improvement. Everyone here knows that you’re the reason why we have certain amenities again.” 

Prompto began to blush, shaking his head to cover it up from him. “It’s really nothing, Iggy. I’m doing what I can so that our lives can go back to how they were.” 

“Darling, we both know that that will never happen. No amount of fixing this city will bring back the tranquility we experienced before leaving on our road trip.” Ignis walked over to Prompto’s desk, and offered him his hand. Pulling him up, he put his arms around Prompto’s body, and gave him a long hug. “I wish that we could go back, but the only way we can go is forward.” 

“Forward is bullshit.” Prompto dropped his head against Ignis’ shoulder. “I’m tired of forward.” 

“We all are.” 

Neither of them spoke, choosing to hold each other as they both thought about that word. Forward meant that there was no going back, no matter how hard they tried. Ignis wasn’t really interested in returning to that time, as he wouldn’t be where he was right now with Prompto if it was that way. They would still be strangers to one another - perhaps acquaintances on the surface, but really, they had been strangers. Ignis was happy where they were now - two persons who shared an unspeakable amount of love. 

“Will you be home early tonight?” Prompto broke the silence as he slowly pulled away from Ignis. 

“I’m not sure.” Ignis couldn’t promise anything. His day to day work with Noctis was ever changing. 

“Will I ever be good enough for you, so that you would come home when I want you to?” 

Ignis felt his stomach clench as Prompto asked him that question. “Prompto, you know that that isn’t what this is about.” 

“It feels like it is.” Prompto sat back down at his desk, his eyes now going to the bracelet that continued to hide his true identity from the rest of the world. “It feels like since Noctis came back, that’s where you are. With him.” 

He knew that this was a dangerous conversation to be having, especially since he had to return to the throne room in ten minutes’ time. Instead of freaking out on him, he came closer to where Prompto was sitting. “You know that my job as the King’s Strategist means that I am to be by his side.” 

“I know.” It was said in a quiet voice, but Ignis could still hear him. “I’m sorry, Iggy. It’s just….it’s really hard for me. I miss you.” 

“I miss you too, darling.” He reached for his hands, and brought them to his chest, holding them against him. “I know that things changed drastically upon Noctis’ return. I’m trying to find a way so that I can spend more time with you. I’m so sorry that these moments seem to be our only reprieve as of late.” 

Prompto clung to his hands, holding them tight. “I know, Iggy. I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I’m like this. But you and I - we spent a lot of time together when the world was dark. Ten years that I took for granted, because you were always there for me. And now - now you’re with the King, and I know - I know that’s where you would have been had Noctis still been here. I’m not an idiot. I….I miss you. I miss us. And I’m sorry that I feel like I’m not good enough, because that’s how I’ve felt my entire life.” 

“Oh, Prompto” He pulled him back up, and flung his arms around him, hugging him against his chest. “My sweet Prompto.” Murmuring low into his ear, he felt Prompto tremble in his arms. “We must work on that self-esteem of yours. You are more than good enough, darling. You are my everything, and there isn’t anywhere I’d rather be than when I’m with you.” Ignis kept his arms around him. “I love you, and no one will ever change that.” 

“P-Promise?” 

“I can.” Ignis nodded, then sought Prompto’s lips with his own, giving him a kiss that he poured all of his feelings into. “You deserve to have a proper lover, and I’m sorry that my duty to the King is preventing that from being a reality. But I will try, Prompto. I will try to be there when you need me most, all right?” 

“Iggy…” 

The tears began to fall as he hugged Prompto tight. They were all on edge, and it was bound to happen. He knew that this wouldn’t be the only time either, and that was fine. He would always be there to comfort Prompto, and would profess his undying love to him day after day.  It was what Prompto deserved. What they both deserved. 

He shared a few more quick kisses with Prompo, then pulled himself away as he was due back down in the throne room. He approached Noctis, who was looking as bored as he had been before he’d left him alone. Ignis cleared his throat, bringing the King’s attention to him. “Your Majesty - are you ready to receive our next visitor?” 

“Yes, Ignis. I believe that I am.” 

Somehow the senator only wished to spend a few hours with the King, and there hadn’t been anything scheduled afterwards. Ignis was only a little bit surprised when Gladio entered the throne room, having just finished teaching a new group of recruits for the Kingsglaive. The way that Noctis perked up as soon as his Shield entered the room, Ignis began to wonder why those two were bothering to keep their feelings a secret from the rest of the world. 

Gladio had stayed away from both him and Prompto during the time that Noctis had been in the Crystal, stating that it would be easier this way. Ignis had agreed, but made sure that Gladio returned to where he and Prompto had set up base to help those less fortunate in the world every few weeks, so it wasn’t total isolation for him. But with Noctis’ return - Gladio had perked right up, and had dived into work with a gusto that had surprised Ignis. Now he knew why. 

“Your Majesty.” Gladio greeted them. “Would you like an escort home?” 

“You know that I would.” Noctis jumped off the throne, and used his warp-strike ability to be by Gladio’s side in less than a second. “Ignis - go home to Prompto.” 

“Is that an order, Your Majesty?” He asked, his eyebrow raised up in question. 

“It is. And take tomorrow off. Both of you. I know my best friend misses you.” Noctis grabbed onto Gladio’s arm, who only had eyes for the King. “That’s a direct order from your King.” 

Bowing his head, he brought his left arm across his chest and bowed to him. “Yes, Your Majesty.” 

He waited for the two to leave, and then took his own leave. He headed to his shared apartment with Prompto, and once he walked inside, he saw Prompto was in the kitchen cooking dinner. Seeing him turn around with a shocked look on his face made his surprise worth it. “Iggy??” 

“Yes, darling.” He walked across the room, and waited for Prompto to approach him. Soon, they were hugging each other with the same eagerness that they had earlier in the day. “I’m home.” 

“You’re home!” 

“And, it looks like we both have tomorrow off, courtesy of His Majesty.” 

Prompto laughed, and wrapped his arms around Ignis’ neck. “Really? Noct is giving us the day off?” 

“He said that he knows how much his best friend misses me.” He brought his forehead to Prompto’s, and took a deep breath. “I love you, Prompto. I never want you to think that you’re not good enough for me, or for any of this, okay? You deserve it all. My love. The responsibility. You are perfect for both jobs.” 

“I wouldn’t call loving you a job, Iggy.” A giddy laugh left his lover’s mouth. 

“Wait for another ten years, darling. You’ll see what a chore it will be.” He caught his lips with a searing kiss, and then returned his forehead to his. 

“I’m looking forward to it.” 

He looked into Prompto’s eyes, and could feel all the love in the world pouring out of them. A large smile came to his lips, as he knew that Prompto would be his until the end of time, and that made him the happiest man on Eos. He kissed him again, then pulled him into another tight hug. “As am I, darling. As am I.” 

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Cross-posted to AO3

[vagueandominousvibes]

I’m so sorry to tell you all I had to cut this section out of Ch. 2 of Every Day is Christmas if the Vibes are Right:

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“Ah, finally,” Cor said into the phone, his gaze shifting to one of his armrests as he spoke, “were you still in bed?”

The voice at the other end was not pleased.

Mildly, Cor said, “I thought you were a good driver.”

That seemed to be the wrong thing to say. Dunn looked like he was biting his tongue hard to keep from bursting into laughter.

“I understand you may be somewhat on edge this morning —”

“FOR FUCK’S SAKE, COR!”

Cor held the phone away from his ear. “Yes, yes. Try not to become too well acquainted with the hedges, and tell Irvine we’ve got good news.” He hung up before the other could answer.

Dunn buried his face in his arms and shook with laughter.