#cranked this out in two days i feel insane

[neria-rt]

Day 4 // Family

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

not pressuring u but pls write for art donaldson:)

Warnings: Established relationship, Stanford era, Sleepy Art Donaldson being The Sweetest, hints of subby Art, smooches

"...You're doing it again, you know."

"What am I doing?"

"You're distracting me, Art."

"How? I'm laying still and I'm being quiet."

"You're staring at me."

"I'm not staring."

"Art."

"I'm not."

"What do you call it, then?"

"...Watching."

You turn your head, brows raised in disbelief, lips pursed as you try to fix him with a stern look. It doesn't hold. How can it, with the way he's smiling at you?

You can see how tired he is from the slow blinking of his heavy lids. It's a wonder that he's still awake; he's been curled up in your bed for the last half hour as you've tried to finish up a paper. It's nearly midnight, and you know that he's been up since six that morning. Between classes and practice, he's had an insanely long day.

"You should be sleeping," You scold.

"'m not tired."

"Bullshit."

He chuckles softly, rolling onto his side and nuzzling your pillow.

"I'll wait."

"For what?"

"You to come to bed."

"Are you just going to stare at me until I do?"

"'Course not...I am gonna watch you, though."

You smile, sighing and saving your work before shutting your laptop.

"Alright."

"You're finished?"

"No, I'll finish it tomorrow."

"You sure?"

You hum affirmatively, stepping into your bathroom and cranking the faucet on. You make it through washing your face before you see movement in your periphery.

"I'll be there in a second," You promise as Art drifts into the room. "I'm just gonna brush my teeth."

Art cuddles up behind you, arms curling around your middle as he presses his face into your neck, drawing in a deep breath.

"You miss me already? It's been two minutes," You tease before lifting your toothbrush.

"Not just two minutes," Art insists. "Barely saw you today." He tips his head up, nuzzling your jaw. "I was thinkin' about you."

You smile, leaning down and rinsing your mouth out, wiggling your hips back against him as you hinge forward. Art groans low in his throat, thumbs dipping beneath your shirt and gently sweeping over your sides.

"I was thinking about you, too," You admit, turning to face him.

"Really?"

"Mhm. All day." Art's smile widens as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. "We goin' to bed now?"

"In a minute." Art leans in, brushing his lips against yours. You smile, sliding a hand into his hair and parting your lips, teasing your tongue tenderly against his. He sighs into your kiss, hands snaking around your back to draw you closer into his chest. You break the kiss slowly, giving his hair a gentle tug and grinning as his eyelids flutter, a sweet flush spreading across his cheeks.

"Come on," You urge. "We can't have you sleep-walking through practice tomorrow."

--

Even with your eyes closed, in the dim room, you can still feel it. You shift a little, adjusting your covers.

"Art," You warn softly, "You're still doing it."

Art's hand cups your face, his thumb sweeping across your cheekbone.

"Baby," He murmurs, "If you were in my place, you'd stare, too."

[lowkeyrobin]

HII ‼️ begging on my hands and knees for an aris fic where they meet at the wckd facility and when they get out reader and him start developing a crush on each other on the way to the right arm. even better if gets angsty and includes aris being taken by wckd at the end. :D 👍

OH MY GOD YES PLEASE AND THANK YOU!!! ; finally an aris request LMAO ; and thank you for the ppl who sent maze runner reqs for me, the drive has been insane considering I started two whole fics on my wattpad (not published yet) for aris & brenda (character x oc) over it is insane 💀 but anyways! ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy! ; also damn this is a long one LMAO ; also red wine supernova inspired this a lot and idrk how

ARIS ; through the scorch we go

summary ; as you trudge through the sandy scorch with aris, you realize you're growing weird feelings

warnings ; language, violence, guns, drugging (the club for cranks or whatever)

disclaimers ; reader is described to be roughly the same height as aris

word count ; 2.6k

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You'd strayed from your friends long ago, after the maze and after they'd all been taken to the safe place. Your friends Edith, Percy, Leo, and Rosa had all been called by Mr. Janson to leave to go to the safe place to be free from WCKD forever over the past two weeks. You'd been welcoming in the last of the mazes, having learned they'd gone A-Z somehow.

The only boy from the new addition, Maze B, had caught your eye rather quickly. He was quiet, usually using his dark, striped hoodie to hide himself from others. He sat alone at his own little table, in the middle on the far right side.

As you spent your days investigating, he rarely ate, inspecting his cornbread when you obviously looked over at him after catching him looking at you. You noted the dark bags under his eyes, almost red like he never slept either, in the back of your mind. You couldn't help but almost feel worried for him, like he wasn't adapting outside his maze very well.

On top of losing his friends as well, whether being killed or taken to the safe place, or by the Right Arm, it would've broken you to also know that he actually wasn't eating or sleeping. Just knowing he never talked to anyone on top of that hurt your heart.

So, one day, a day prior to Maze A's arrival, you decide to sit with him, having been alone after your last friends were taken. You were tired of being alone and were sure he felt the same way, probably just needing a friend here. Who knows how long it would be til either of you would be called to go to the safe place?

You sit down across from him at the beginning of dinner, giving him a little smile as your tray lightly slaps down on the metal table.

"Hi, I'm Y/n"

He blinks a few times, kind of surprised you'd one, sat with him, and two, introduced yourself. Maybe he wasn't used to kindness.

"I'm Aris," He mumbles, setting his cup of water down as he'd held it in his hand before he spoke.

"My friends all got sent to the safe place too" You comment, "We can be friends if you want? I know you've been lonely over here, inspecting your cornbread everyday"

He smiles, appreciating your kindness towards him. "Yeah, that'd be cool. Thanks, Y/n"

A few days after making friends with Aris, just as you were about to fall asleep, you hear a loud thud and clattering noise under your bed, scaring you awake. You instantly sit up, and cautiously begin to peer over the side of your bed to see what had caused the noise. Before you can even place your hands on the rim of the metal bed frame, Aris' hands beat yours there, his face emerging from the darkness.

He holds a panicked, awkward smile on his face, the gap in his tooth shining brightly into your tired eyes. "Come on, we aren't free from WCKD. Everyone who's been getting called to go to the safe place, they're being used as lab rats, hooked up to machines and stuff."

You blink a few times with a puzzled look, silently begging for more information.

"We need to go, we're escaping with the guys from Maze A, right now." One hand leaves the edge of the bedframe to move around in his hoodie pocket. It rises back up to show you a key card. He flips it back and forth to show you it was legit. "We need to go, please!"

You nod, quickly scrambling out from your bed to get down on your hands and knees to crawl through the vents with him. You follow his lanky frame, his eyes looking more alive than ever as he directs you through the ceiling of the lab.

You end up on the other side of the door toward the outside world, awaiting the boys arrival. As Aris quickly informed you in the vents, there were five of them, plus a girl that they were going to find.

Their introductions are quick and action-packed, with Thomas just making it under the closing door before it closed by sliding. Aris quickly uses a brick, which had been laying around due to construction, to beat the key card reader so Janson and the WCKD gaurds assisting him couldn't use it and just chase after them.

You look to Aris, eyes wide as you look between him and the other teens before sprinting toward the exit. As the large doors open, sand flies into your eyes, blinding you for a moment before you all run into the cold desert, needing to run as far as you could before they tracked you all down again.

After hiding, getting away, and discussing a plan, you get familiar with the other teenager's names while searching for resources. There was Thomas, their leader, Teresa, Newt, Minho, Winston, and Frypan. You hang tight to Aris, being the only one you trusted at the moment.

"Damn, who are you gonna kill with that thing?" You joke, looking at the shy boy as he holds a metal baseball bat in hand.

"Cranks, probably"

Your second night, after losing Winston, was awful. All of his friends were clearly upset after having to leave their friend for dead, meanwhile you and Aris didn't really know how to comfort them, deciding to gather sticks for a fire to try and leave them be for a moment. Once you returned, they were clearly lacking any spirit, barely keeping it together before falling asleep.

It was much colder than it was the past night, leaving you freezing and shivering beside the dead fire. The hard, dead dirt didn't suffice as much of a mattress either.

You attempted to hold yourself to warm up, but it didn't help much. Between your sweatpants and t-shirt, there wasn't any warmth to be created. You would've picked some clothes up while you were gathering resources, but there ended up being nothing left in whatever sizes would fit you.

Aris asked if you'd be okay, which you responded too with a positive nod and smile.

Christ, you wish you took him up on that offer to look around more that other night.

Aris must've awoken due to your frantic shivering and slightly loud attempts to blow warm air into your hands. He sits up, eyes immediately directing to you, trying to warm up any way possible.

"Oh, sorry" You whisper, "Didn't mean to wake you"

He shakes his head, assuring that your apology wasn't needed. He pulls off his jacket and then his hoodie, handing it to you, leaving him in the white WCKD t-shirt you'd all been given on your first day. You look at the hoodie, then him, then the hoodie, then him again, almost confused.

He nods, holding it out for you to take.

You graciously accept the hoodie, quickly pulling it over your head while he slides his tan jacket back on.

As you pull the sleeves down over your wrists and adjust the hood before pulling it over your head, you quickly catch the smell of sweat and, somehow, cologne. You didn't know how or why this kid and his laundry smelled so good out in the desert where you'd spent days sweating with no hygiene set in place, but you weren't complaining.

You breathe in the musky, almost comforting scent one more time before looking back at Aris, who was already looking at you. You give him a smile to tell him thank you, appreciating his sacrifice for you.

But sadly, he was now cold without his extra layer, and you were still a little cold as well. You didn't understand how the Gladers were sleeping through the night like babies, but at least they were getting rest.

The both of you, shivering, quietly laugh as you notice, now seeing that you were both and still miserable.

"You wanna like, cuddle? To bounce off each other's body heat?" You suggest, getting a little risky with your moves, not even catching your own words and what they could've meant to him.

He nods after a moment, opening his arms for you to join him in his little patch of dirt. You scoot over, falling into his arms, your head buried in his chest while his head rests on top of yours. You're roughly the same height as him, but you decide to use him as your pillow, not needing him to see your tired face anyway. That could wait til morning, at least.

As you trail around the club, looking for your new friends, you hang on tightly to Aris. You took a drink of some random substance from a red cup to get in, probably having been drugged with how you were feeling after one sip. You had to take one for the team, though. Your team consisted of you and Aris, you didn't know who you were kidding.

You hang onto his hand tightly, your own hands clammy. You feel your head pound viciously behind the loud, thumping music, your vision becoming swirly and colorful.

As you stand still for a moment within the crowd, Aris catches you as you fall into his arms sideways as you're practically unable to walk. Your speech is slurred, complaining of your body hurting, your pupils dilated like no one's business.

"'ris, mmm... eyes hurt, please..." You hide your face in his shoulder, hiding from the light. "Make 't stop..."

"I know, I'm sorry," He replies, his voice raspy from the lack of water he'd been ingesting out in the scorch. "We need to find Thomas, okay?"

You nod, pulling your head up from his shoulder to look at him. You lightly place your fingers on his cheeks, admiring his pretty face.

Between the music, being drugged, and the shining lights all around you, you felt like you were actually having a brain aneurysm or something. After convincing yourself that you were dying, you quickly pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, unable to speak the words you were thinking to him.

The sun peers through a large window nearby, hitting him in the eye, causing him to give you an almost disgusted and cringed type of look. Through the miscommunication, you take it as disapproval for your actions.

He moves you a bit, needing to get his eyes away from the blaring sun. "C'mon, you're drunk out of your mind. Let's find the others, 'kay?"

In a state of panic and worry, he quickly pulls you into a side room, just having randomly found the others, plus your new companions Jorge and Brenda. They stand around Jorge, beating answers out of some dude for the location of the Right Arm.

Newt, Teresa, and Thomas quickly run to your aid as Aris asks for help, then you'd fell to the floor, complaining of being dizzy just before. The four pick you up and help you onto a cushioned chair just beside you, allowing Aris and Teresa to look over you. Thomas, Newt, Minho, and Frypan turn their attention back to Jorge and Brenda, still trying to beat answers out of the random dude you didn't know.

"How long have they been like this?" Teresa asks the boy.

"Since we got here, like fifteen minutes or so. They took a drink of something to get us in, I guess it was spiked," He quickly explains, looking at you with worry in his eyes.

"Shit," the raven haired girl mutters. She places her hands all around your face, checking your temp, trying to get you to follow her fingers. She was like a natural doctor.

You close your eyes, covering them as well due to the sensitivity to the light you were facing.

"They should be okay, it doesn't seem life threatening"

"Okay..."

Aris pulls you up from the chair, much to your dismay, to follow Jorge who just announced that he finally got the answers he needed. Aris essentially carries you on his back, allowing Thomas to walk behind him to catch you if you fell at all.

By the time you'd reached the car, you were already knocked out cold. He and Thomas lift you into the back, letting you rest your head on his lap and have the rest of the back seats for your sprawled out legs. The other boys plus Teresa sit in the trunk while Brenda joins Jorge in the front.

Aris can't help but softly run his fingers over your hair, admiring your peaceful, sleepy look.

Thomas, Fry, and Minho all giggle and look up at Aris from the back, joking about how smitten he was for you.

"True love" Minho laughs.

"We've known each other for like a week!"

As you settle into the Right Arm, you sit beside a little campfire with Aris, meeting his two friends Sonya and Harriet. They seemed really cool so far, you'd love to be friends with them.

"I think Y/n is one of the funniest people I've ever met" Aris smiles, knowing you couldn't hear him upon the cliff where you were offering food to the Gladers.

Sonya playfully rolls her eyes as Harriet speaks. "Sounds like you have a crush, the way you look at them is insane"

He shrugs, not even really hearing her as he stares up at you.

"Hey, Aris!" Fry exclaims, waving down to him.

"Hey guys!" Aris waves back, having been dragged from his daydreams.

You walk back down to the Maze B survivors, joining them once again while Thomas climbs up a bit higher on the clifftop to talk to Teresa.

"What're we talking about?" You ask, sitting back down next to the familiar brunette boy.

"Making plans for the Safe Haven" Sonya replies, "I call dibs on being the Keeper for the scavengers"

"I'm not working under you," Harriet jokingly fights.

"Well, you are!"

You and Aris laugh as you listen to the two girls, enjoying the peace you'd waited so long for.

He looks over at you as they leave, going to retrieve s'mores ingredients for themselves. He smiles, looking at you a little too long before speaking.

"They're nice, right?"

You nod with a smile to match his, a quick realization putting a pit in your stomach as you look at him.

"You okay?" He asks, seeing your smile quickly falter.

You nod, "Yeah, I'm good"

His eyebrows furrow, silently asking if you're sure. You nod in response.

A loud explosion catches you off gaurd, causing you to jump into his arms as heat waves over your bodies. Screams and gunshots fill your ears. You're paralyzed in fear as you try to process what's happening.

Aris quickly pulls you up, dragging you away by the wrist, trying to look for Sonya and Harriet.

Within the dramatics, explosions, and gunfire, you lose him.

It's not until you're by Thomas' side that you realize WCKD has him and that Teresa was working with the enemy. You're unable to hear as Thomas, Teresa, and Ava Paige speak, only able to hopelessly look over at Aris, his arms held behind his back by a WCKD member in uniform.

He's eventually dragged away and shoved up into the Berg, his eyes resting on your worried expression until he couldn't look at you over his shoulder anymore.

Minho and Sonya are taken as well, so are a bunch of other teens who had found safety with the Right Arm.

You solemnly watch as the Berg flies away, leaving the destroyed camp burning and smoking. You're speechless, unable to form thoughts as Newt tries to ask if you're okay.

You only nod, unable to verbally answer him.

"It's okay, we'll get them back. We aren't leaving without them"

[weirdomellow]

Buzzing Sensations

Pairing: Dad's best friend Ari Levinson x female reader

18+ MINORS DNI!

Summary: You and Ari try the remote vibrator at a family dinner. Things get buzz-y and the sexual tension increases.

[Reader is mid-20s, Ari is in his early 40s]

Personal notes: I wrote this as so many thots were floating in my head. I always loved the idea of being controlled by a somewhat more dominating older guy so this feeds into my fantasy. Enjoy!

Warnings: smut but no explicit sex mentioned, use of sex toy(s), very slight D/s dynamics, hints of blow job, age gap dynamics (younger bratty female, older dominating male, both of them are consenting adults), spanking and bondage mentioned, orgasm denial mentioned

You don't know how you ended up in this situation.

Well.. Actually you do. But you underestimated how much it was going to drive you insane.

You had been seeing your dad's best friend Ari for a while now. For months. Or in other words, he was fucking your brains out for months. It all started with you oversharing the hell out of your break-up with your ex to Ari and how your ex cheated on you. You were drunk, sobbing and just needed a shoulder to cry on. Next thing you know, you were sprawled along Ari's couch and forgetting all the sorrows and heartbreak as he pounded into you like the world was ending. You loved it the most when you two met secretly in hotels, fancy restaurants and even did sauna or spa evenings together. Those were the moments you cherished the most with him, and the "taboo" feeling excited you both even more.

Now

It was just going to be a nice evening with your family and family friends, which meant Ari was there and that called for trouble.  But trouble always inclueded both of you. This time it was you who suggested a remote vibrator; you haven't had the time to have some intimacy together and so you decided to spice it up a bit. The fact that noone knew of you two made it even more dangerous and risky.

The way he smirked when he saw you clenching and your breath changing while he was controlling you made it even more electric. You were sitting across each other. "No panties" he texted you early on, causing that warmth and heat in your body rise.

Each time somebody tried to spark up a conversation, Ari was changing the frequency, causing you to shift in your seat. On top of it, the sneaky bastard had the audacity to bring this up.

"Is something wrong y/n? You seem restless today" asked Ari, while taking a bite from his food.

You were fuming inside and so riled up but hey, you had to play it cool. "Oh nothing Mr. Levinson, just had a very hectic week" you answered to him without trying to make eye contact. He knew your spots and how to turn on that switch. You continued, "Actually if you excuse me, I will go to the bathroom". You made your way to the bathroom as Ari cranked up the speed even more, causing you to wobble as you tried to hide it.

Fucking finally. You had some time to yourself as you sat on the toilet while the egg was still buzzing. You were so riled up and ready to come any second. You were about to send him a text but he was faster:

Babygirl, show me how wet you are

Now.

You answered: What if I don't? What if I leave you hanging there with a hard on.. :)?

You will have to bear the consequences. You choose your punishment. I was thinking of tying you and denying you your orgasm for one day. Remember what happened when we tried that last time?

You did remember that... crystal clear. Your pussy was so swollen that Ari had to pull out orgasm after orgasm after you the next day.

You answered: You are unbearable.

That's why you love me babygirl. Now, show me. I don't have much patience left.

You didn't have much choice left so you lifted your dress up, removed the egg,  pushed your fingers in and took photos and videos of you playing with yourself and licking yourself clean. God, you were so horny and you needed him..right now.

Ari, I am so horny. I need to come.

Not now. You need to be patient.

You whined. This man... He was driving you crazy. You gently shoved the egg inside again.

When you came down, you tried to look cool and created excuses to "You ok?" and "Do you need some rest?" questions.

"Guys, I am fine. Actually I think I will head back to my flat. Maybe I do need some rest" you said as you stood up and started to gather your things.

"I can give you a lift home, I am also gonna head out soon". Ari said non-chalantly.

"Oh Mr. Levinson, thank you but that won't be necessary."

"Sweetie, it's dangerous this time of the night and Ari is the only one who hasn't had a drink. We would feel safer if you gave y/n a lift Ari" your mom said as she looked at you with worried eyes.

You rolled your eyes. "I am not a child mom, I can find a way myself"

"Let me give you a ride and next time you figure it out yourself, how about that?" Ari said. He was in front of you and towering over you. The electricity of the moment was insane. Thank god the remote was off.

"Alright." you sighed. You knew where this was going.

As you said your goodbyes to everyone, you got into the car and into the passenger's seat next to him as he started the car.

"Oh. Someone got all bratty and confident today." he said as he increased the frequency of the remote vibrator.

"So what now? You gonna fuck me here? Spank me? Or do I need to wait with this thing inside of me until we get home, I drag you with me and ride your cock all night long? Maybe I tie you up?" you said without looking at him.

"Fuck Ari!" you moaned.

"Is that it?" you said. You were testing his patience. You knew what was coming.

"Here is what we are going to do babygirl. We are gonna go to my place and you take off that egg. I am gonna give you sometime to calm down but I wanna see you on your hands and knees after that."

He started stroking your leg with his free hand.

"Yes sir" you said, smiling towards him. Your hand went into his half-erect cock under his jeans as you started stroking him. "You know what? I missed you too. So why don't you stop the car so I can show you how much I missed you first?" you said as you started unbuttoning his jeans. He stopped the car as you started sucking him off.

"I am planning to keep you up all night y/n. I don't care how tired we all become in the end. So get yourself ready. I missed you."

"And I am tying you up so you learn how to behave".

He moved his seat back to give both of you space. The night was just beginning as you both felt the tension rising... and well, it was gonna be a good and long one.

---

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

04/17/24 Daily OFMD Recap

== Nathan Foad ==

More pictures of Nathan in Love's Labours Lost!

== Kay Buchanan ==

Our friendly neighborhood OFMD Master Leather Worker has more pictures for us! This time, maybe Black Pete's bag? Anyone know off hand?

SRC: Kay Buchanan's IG

== Taika ==

So these pictures are adorable, but be warned of a potential jump scare if you watch the rest of the video-- thank you @ofmd-ann for the awesome stills, I did NOT want to put the full video on here xD See her post here.

(via Ritas tiktok)

== Lesley Fucking Jones ==

== Vico Ortiz ==

Sneaky shot of Vico from behind <3 Img Src: @enbybruje's IG

== Dominic Burgess ==

Technically this would be Cats & Crew but I'll allow it because Dominic is such a friggn adorable cat dad and he deserves so much love for that.

Src: Dominic's Twitter

== Watch Parties ==

= Flight of the Conchords =

Bit of an adjustment at least on the RhysDarbyFaction discord server for FotC watch party, we'll be watching 3 episodes a piece Thursday and Friday so as not to run into the next week. Continues tomorrow with episodes 5, 6, 7, of season 2 at 4pm PT / 7 pm ET / 11pm BST

#FlagOfTheConchords

#OurFlagMeansDeath

= Palm Royal Season 1 =

A new watch party hosted by @lcwebsxoxo on twitter is up and running! Thursday Episodes 3 and 4 will be playing at 1 pm PT / 4 pm ET / 9 pm BST

#PalmRoyale

#OurFlagMeansDeath

#SaveOFMD

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Cast Cards =

Tonight's cast card features the other fisherman (Pedro Lope) that Stede robbed on his first "raid". We're gonna have a whole set of cards soon I can feel it @melvisik, thank you for these!

= TealOranges & Garlic Soup Week 2024!! =

Prompts are up for this years TealOranges & Garlic Soup Prompt Week! The week will run June 23-29, 2024 with themes and prompts for each day! This prompt week celebrates all things Jim/Oluwande and Archie/Jim/Oluwande/Zheng!

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== Love Notes ==

Hey there lovelies-- I've had 3 hrs sleep today so the words on the screen are starting to run together. I'm still getting love notes from yesterdays request, and thank you so much, I promise i'm catching up to the messages, you all are the best crew someone could ask for. Thank you for spreading some joy in this crazy ass world.

Tonight I would like to send a reminder that we have not lost OFMD, as so many of said, we still have 2 wonderful seasons, and those boyfriends are currently boinking their way into oblivion in their inn, making their poor customers insane. But beyond that... had a discussion today with multiple dear friends / crewmates that made me feel a lot better about the whole thing too. I know it's months in the gravy basket now, but this is not the end for OFMD. Chaos Dad told us it was over, but in all honesty it still doesn't feel over. WBD is driving itself into the ground, Dad's been off at the WBD lot, it feels like things are moving in a better direction again. It may not be today, or tomorrow, or even the next few months, or a year or so, but I think we still have a chance to see the ending of our story.

And we've all said it before, but it bears repeating, even if it never happens, we get to make it happen. Stede and Ed live on in all our crazy ranges of work out there, that so many of you have been just CRANKING out lately, I've been astonished at how much new work I've seen from folks in the the fandom I know, and new folks I haven't met! It's so inspiring to see OFMD affect people so much that they felt they could put little pieces of themselves out into the world through art of all mediums.

I hope I'm making sense at this point.. if not, sorry about that! But know-- there's always hope. There's always S1 and S2, and the infinite universes we get to dream up from those two.

Rest Well lovelies. Img Src: @Chucklesandbleu on IG

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

Tonight's theme - Bowties!

Gifs Courtesy of @fandomsmeantheworldtome and @sam-reid!

[mrm-pachypoda]

I binged all of Death Note in one day! Here are my thoughts.

Spoiler warning for obvious reasons

Yagami spelled backwards is im a gaY

I feel so bad for Misa especially. She was the obsessive one at the beginning, but Light spent their entire relationship manipulating her.

Gotta love an aita situation where everyone is the asshole

Also Misa’s question to L on if he was “on the other side of the fence” (read: gay). You know she wouldn’t’ve minded if it were a throuple situation, she only got uncomfortable with the third wheeling after the gay accusations were denied.

I really liked the subtle jokes throughout. Very nice.

After L’s death I was slightly less interested, but the whole playing-with-your-food ouroboros that played out afterwards was very amusing.

I’m sure many people have mentioned it, but in episode 25, that scene where L and Light were in the rain? And the scene directly after???

“I am almost certain that Light is Kira at this point, and these are probably my last days with him…. What if I brought him out into the pouring rain so his white dress shirt could get soaked, and then we could towel each other off.. hm, maybe I could even give him a massage…” <-L’s inner dialogue at the time (source: bro trust me)

Also. The fucking. I couldn’t’ve screenshat it but in the toweling scene, that moment where Light.. cups L’s cheek with the towel?? In the guise of drying his hair?? Am I going insane I know other people saw that shit

Also wtf was their sleeping situation. Was it a Goldilocks situation (two separate beds that were kinda close together) or??? What. The public must know.

Loved all the stupid fisheye lens shots

“Light, it seems i must finally tell you what this investigation really was. It was never to find Kira; it was actually all a ploy to figure out if you were gay. Your father, the chief of police asked for my assistance. When we installed the cameras in your room, it was already clear as crystal. You bought that porn magazine and read it in clear view, but you laid there kicking your legs looking so disappointed in the material you were reading. You didn’t even bother to crank your chain. Then, through various means we kept eyes on you and your dating life. You dated multiple girls at a time, yet you never truly showed interest in any one of them. You even openly admitted your disinterest in Misa Amane. Along with your clear willingness to be close to me, in spite of my supposed investigation on your identity as Kira? That’s pretty gay, Light. I could go on, but you get the point, Light I’m-A-Gay.”

Ok I’ll stop lmao i got way into writing that dumb ass monologue. I can almost guarantee that someone else has written something like it before me.

I love engaging in long-finished pieces of media.

Also the old brainrot from DanganRonpa definitely is trickling down into this new brainrot.

Bye for now ε:

[softspeirs]

Relief, forrrrr... a certain Major Egan? 😊

A/N: You and @blikebarbie92 both had the same idea, and I'm happy to oblige! I have something else brewing for these two coming (hopefully) later today, so here's a little precursor. If anyone else wants to send a prompt, send me something from this list!

three. afterwards.

He's trying really hard not to think about after.

Some days it's harder than others. It's especially hard on mail call days. He watches Buck's face completely transform as he devours word after word from Marge, and while he can't blame him, it makes something sour curdle in his gut.

Because where does he belong in all this? In the after?

The buzzing in between his ears to get out, get out grows louder every day, and every day he feels panic begin to brew when he thinks he might not be in this with Buck, not totally.

He doesn't want to do anything stupid, but he doesn't want to sit here for god knows how long, either.

But Buck has other things to live for. He has Marge, and he has a wedding to plan, and it makes him careful, careful in a way that Bucky can't feel.

He stopped feeling careful about this, his life, somewhere around jumping out of a plane and freezing in stillness in some German swamp.

He's not too far gone yet to recognize he's becoming hard, so he tries he best to be the person he was before. He plays cards with Crank and Murph (and no, he's not trying too hard to make up for the echo of an angry conversation that happened right before the mission from hell, though it did replay over and over in his mind as he watched Crank's ship go down that day. (Jesus Christ, Crank, it's a war! Are you flying today, or not? / Yeah. / Yes, sir.)

It helps, for a little while.

But then they're told about an escape attempt, and they're not-so-subtly threatened, and he sees Buck tense beside him, back ramrod straight at attention, only a brief glace over at Bucky like he actually thinks Bucky is going to make a run for it as they speak.

He's not that stupid, and he's not that depressed. Not yet.

Still, nothing sets a fire blazing in him like the day he comes back to find their hut completely ransacked. It's fury like he can't explain - they do this to them all the time. It shouldn't be anything new or shocking.

It's just -- his jacket is dumped on the floor, and the one thing he notices when he picks it up and dusts it off is that the half-squashed, yellowing daisy that was tucked neatly into his breast pocket is gone.

It's the straw that breaks the camel's back. He doesn't even know why he kept it, except that it started to feel like a sign, something tethering him back to who he was before, when he was just standing in a pub doorway with flowers for a pretty girl.

A girl who he stared and stared at, never daring to say anything too flirtatious in case her father was looming over her shoulder, daring any pilot to get too close.

But that day it had been just her, and him. And while he had apologized for telling her not to get too attached and apologized for getting angry because she wouldn't let him get drunk off his face after Buck went down, she had pressed a flower into his hand and a kiss to his cheek.

So he's furious, when he can't find it. There's been no promises made. He doesn't get letters, doesn't send them either, but it had been there, a reminder of the man he used to be.

And now it's gone.

"Jesus Christ, Bucky." DeMarco says, pushing past him. "What? What happened?"

Bucky realizes he's white knuckling the table in the middle of the room. "Nothing."

"Did they find something?" Benny's face is hard, urgent. "I'm serious - if you need to tell us--"

"No. Nothing. I just-- we only have a few belongings to our sorry names and they do this? Why--" He stops himself, hands on his hips. He's overreacting. He knows it. Can't help it.

How does he explain without sounding absolutely insane?

"I had something in my pocket. From someone back home. I--" He's astonished with himself when his voice cracks.

DeMarco's face falls. He doesn't crack a joke, he doesn't do anything to make Bucky feel worse than he already does.

"What is it? I'll help, we'll keep lookin'--"

And so they sit there, going over everything with a fine-toothed comb, while Buck and Frank and Crank come in too, and without more than a quiet word and sharp look from Benny, they start helping.

"There," Murphy says, dropping to one knee near Bucky's bunk, his hands cradling a small, wilted flower. It looks like nothing, like something they would have swept up with the garbage if not for Bucky's panicked energy.

The relief he feels at seeing it is overwhelming. To their credit, the other guys turn away, they don't ask him any questions, they don't ask what's wrong with him that he's getting this upset over a flower.

He takes it gently between his large palms, and imagines he can still smell its sweet scent, long gone.

To him, it's a talisman of better days that has miraculously stayed with him through all the hell he went through to get here to Stalag Luft III, and he feels a piece of him settle back into place when he places it in between pages of a battered notebook he's taken to carrying with him and keeping under his mattress at night.

Later, he'll tell Buck about it. He'll tell him about her, and how she had given him a small hope that someone might miss him, however fleeting their exchange had been.

He clears his throat, thanks his guys.

The rest of the night that relief courses through his veins like adrenaline. It makes him think maybe there is an after for him, that there's something out there that he's still fighting for, even if it's happening on the ground instead of the air.

[thathomestar]

caught up with the jujutsu kaisen anime

it's been interesting diving back into a shonen series considering my experience with the genre has been a bit spotty: i've seen a lot of dragon ball z, yuyu hakusho, and hunter x hunter, but i've literally never seen a single episode of one piece. i tried to get into naruto back in the day but it just didn't interest me, and i caught various episodes of bleach on toonami but never bothered to keep up with it. i watched two seasons of my hero academia but fell off it pretty hard. i gave demon slayer a shot as well but it didn't interest me.

i think what kept me invested in JJK over a lot of the others was the snappy pacing, the sheer scale and insanity of the violence, and it being set in the modern day. this is an extremely easy show to watch, it flies by, almost too quickly; the show could almost stand to take slightly more time to establish itself and its concepts, but it's almost as if the show is saying "we know you've seen other shonen, you know the formula, let's just get the ball rolling already" which is nice as someone who's sat through hundreds of episodes of shonen already.

that being said it does wear its inspirations on its sleeves fairly openly, mainly bleach and hunter x hunter if i had to take a guess. many characters and concepts are derived from things established in those stories. honestly whenever itadori would ready a cursed punch it looks like gon about to do his rock-paper-scissors nen thing. i have a friend who's a naruto fiend and he could not get into JJK because of how derivative it was, which is fair. when you've done the song and dance before it can feel stale, but at least with JJK the tempo is cranked up.

itadori is a weird protagonist because while he's very strong, he almost never wins. any time he fights a villain with something at stake, even if he wins the fight or he's on the verge of winning the fight, he loses the battle in a manner of speaking. the villains are always two steps ahead of everybody, mostly by interfering in ways specifically to tie the hands of gojo, who might as well be a demi-god.

itadori befriends a guy and tries to recruit him to be a jujutsu sorcerer, and mahito kills him in front of itadori, so they fight and when the tides are about to turn, mahito runs away. when itadori teams up with todo to fight hanami, they're handling it pretty well together, but gojo blasts hanami so itadori can't claim the w. itadori wins a fight against two cursed brothers, but this ultimately leads to him losing to the third brother, choso. even when he's about to claim victory over mahito for himself, suguru takes it away from him. he loses battles, and he loses friends.

was honestly a little shocking and refreshing to see just how willing the show is to kill off established characters. i've gotten too used to media being unwilling to kill off characters people like to avoid losing favorability and marketability. junpei and nanami get a shocking amount of screentime before they're snuffed out. while i doubt the show will kill off megumi, nobara, or maki at this current point, they get wiped out pretty fucking hard on-screen.

by the end of the shibuya incident, the state of the world is irreparably changed. gojo's sealed and itadori's stay of execution is reversed. tokyo becomes a literal void of curses, and the public becomes aware about the existence of curses. it was very wild to see just how fast shit hit the fan, i'm not used to seeing plots like this move so quickly. maybe it happens in other series, but i haven't seen them lol.

two of my favorite characters are maki and nobara, and while they scored some early w's, they were crushed into the dirt during the shibuya incident, which i found a bit disappointing. you could say "that just shows how outclassed they were" which maybe you could argue with maki but nobara's fight with that shitty swordguy should not have been in the guy's favor at all. it felt pretty contrived how she loses that fight and has to get rescued by nanami, especially when she holds her own against mahito's double later. it just felt like weak "girls aren't as strong as guys" writing.

this was mostly stream of consciousness so i'll stop here. feel free to ask me my thoughts about specific moments or characters if you're interested in that. shame i gotta wait two years for season 3 now.

[thegeminisage]

ok! it's time for a ds9 update. last night we squeezed in "move along home" and "the nagus."

move along home (ds9):

i am Informed this is a divisive episode but honestly i had fun w it!!

nice 2 see jake always. every time jake is on screen w his dad sisko my best friend sisko get to exude good dad energy. love that.

like. please. he's gonna give jake the talk? at 14??? 14 is too late. he knows everything. also lmao the fact that nog there ferengi where women don't wear clothes told him everything. i'm choosing to ignore my annoyance with ferengis as a whole and find that funny because of sisko's reaction

reasonably funny antics between quark and odo here. i am getting a little tired of odo not getting anything to do besides flirt with quark, but then i have to remind myself that odo had an episode all to himself quite literally six episodes ago, it's just our insane watch order + bad batch and natla coming out that makes it feel longer to me

quark like screaming on his knees begging not to have to put someone to death when nbody was gonna die anyway was actually really funny, but i do like the nuance in his kneejerk reaction when he found out the pieces were people, which was to forsake pride and ask odo to play for him. he could have gotten defensive for the bit, which he did do later, but his first reaction was to be scared which is like completely normal and went a long way towards humanizing him in an otherwise VERY silly episode

my favorite moment of this episode, besides the part where they hotboxed the shap, was when those little balls of light were coming towards them and sisko was like FIND COVER and julian bashir, instead of finding cover, stood directly aainst the wall they were aiming at, ass first. and then died. i want that twink obliterated.png

the nagus (ds9):

thank you to whomstever warned me about this episode

it was not good and it did suck bad. i think this was the first real dud ds9 gave us (i'm not counting the q one cuz that was basically a tng episode in disguise). i feel like it would be sooo easy to walk back some of the really awful elements of the ferengi but instead of doing that we have chosen to crank them up to 11. sexism, antisemitism, etc etc...

my other problem is that. and before anyone gets mad i have a touch of faceblindness. I CANNOT TELL THOSE FERENGI APART. they gave two of the ferengi the same nose and i was totally lost trying to follow the plot.

quark holding the idiot ball. he's dumb in his own way because everyone on that space station is using their last brain cell but he's also very shrewd. so it just felt off. and again odo had nothing to do except flirt with him but that's a me problem

BUGS FOR DINNER. i hated this episode in more ways than one

THAT SAID. we finally got to see o'brien again! and shockingly i really really really really liked the b plot

i did go blind with rage when nog got pulled out of school. yes. but the rest of it.

first of all it's really funny that jake is running around with nog all the time and their families are both going DON'T!!! and sisko is like Oh No My Son Has Discovered Girls when there is every evidence he is even now discovering boys

SECONDLY sisko reminding o'brien that one day his adorable little three year old will be 14 and the light leaving o'brien's eyes

but my favorite part is that jake wasn't being late to curfew because he's a bad kid or falling under a bad influence. he's a GOOD kid doing an AWESOME thing. idk, it was really sweet that like, even when sisko was like "yeah racism's bad but with ferengi it's different" jake was like "is it? :/" and then went right on teaching his buddy how to read. and now he's earned dad's permission to hang out with nog finally. it was a fun little subplot that i didn't realize was going anywhere and then it did. a very pleasant surprise and kept the episode from being a complete drag.

also, dax coming it and daintily sampling sisko's soup or whatever, then deftly getting rid of sisko so she could help herself to a giant heap lmao. queen

anyway, even though that's definitely been the worst ds9 ep so far, it wasn't NEARLY as bad as some of tng's duds. i'm thinking specifically of "code of honor," "violations," etc. like it could have been so much worse. i'm not going to delude myself into thinking we're past all the clunkers just yet, but i was still expecting a solid hour of agony and what i got was not that. not good by any means but not tng. whew!

TONIGHT: "starship mine" and "lessons" from tng. thots and prayers🙏

[puckinghischier]

y’all don’t understand how badly i wish i could crank out book length fics every other week, or stick with a concept for more than two parts, but unfortunately i have the curse

the having an idea that could easily be so insanely lengthy but the longer i write it and move the story along i feel like its redundant and i don’t know how to get from point a to point b anymore curse

so know that i have so many requests that i’ve either started and rewritten or thought about every day but can’t make myself start them bc i know in order to do them properly they need to be long, and not just something i whip out in 30mins on my phone

anyways, there’s your writing frustrations of the day with alli

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

◉ - Any other question of your choosing

As we were discussing this earlier today, what about a masturbation headcanon?

Character(s) to your liking...😘

Hiiii!!!!

A) I love this

B) I turned this into a 179th Crescent Street Headcanon - hope you don't mind. (I know for a fact you don't mind)

Ask came from this fun game!

Series Masterlist

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, SMUT (?), MINORS DNI, we're going to talk about a couple of college boys and their fapping habits. That's... That's it.

@geralts-yenn @summersong69 @livisss @sillyrabbit81 @ellethespaceunicorn @ylva-syverson @poledancingdinos @deandoesthingstome

This guy needs to nut at least once a day, or he will go absolutely insane.

It’s a nightly ritual, preferably mornings as well – if he’s not running late, and he’s always running late... Occasionally because he just had to crank one out before getting up.

Also considers masturbation a fine way to kill time when bored (he’s right)

Post-nut clarity is an absolute must for at least half the impulsive decisions he wants to make (but can’t always save his ADHD ass)

Preferred location: bed

Visual stimulation? Usually necessary.

Absolutely has one or two OF subscriptions

Has a maximum spending limit for himself set at 20 bucks a month so it doesn’t get out of hand.

Dani was a little offended he didn’t just think of her – she now sends him the occasional spicy pic.

…and she came to terms with the OnlyFans thing

He likes the concept of mutual masturbation but gets very, very distracted, very, very quickly.

As always, he’s all about Ange; sexting, phone sex, three years worth of pictures and videos in his carefully curated (and well hidden) personal collection... It’s all her.

He likes it better when she’s there, though.

Does live by the creed that important decisions are best made after masturbating.

Voyeuristic tendencies; loves to watch Ange. She tied him up once so he couldn’t touch her... That he did not like.

Oh man... He’s too tired and stressed to jerk off, but he really needs it.

(Someone give this man a blowjob literally yesterday, please)

Has, over the years, caught himself thinking of Lexi several times.

All the post-nut clarity in the whole wide world couldn’t help this dense motherfucker out.

(Sorry Walt, you’re an idiot.)

Was in a long distance relationship for three years

Lots of spicy phone and video calls with Sol

He’s not entirely sure about his preferences right now – he mostly jerked off because he missed his girl and he wasn’t getting any...

She did provide him with ample visual stimuli.

Now that they’re together, mutual masturbation seems silly... They still have to make up for lost time.

Actually enjoys taking his time.

Will crank out a quick one in the shower if need be, but far from prefers it that way.

Sometimes catches himself thinking about his nemesis (Ariel)

(You’re still being fucking dramatic, Leon)

Gets annoyed when that happens because now his moment of peaceful meditation (uhuh...) has turned into a sulky hate-fap and... Ugh.

He’ll happily start over afterwards though.

Not an every day kind of guy but definitely enjoys it as a way of unwinding after stressful days.

This man fucks so much that masturbation seems unnecessary.

That doesn’t stop him though.

Finds a good solo session very useful when he can’t sleep or when he’s just bored.

Visual stimulation not needed.

In the time it would take him to find a video he likes, he could also just fix a booty call.

Makes important decisions mostly with his cock anyway, so he doesn’t feel the need to jack off beforehand.

As far as he’s concerned there’s only one good way of dealing with morning wood...

Doesn’t say no to a good shower session, either.

Extensive mental catalogue of usable material, but doesn’t shy away from some good old PornHub

Feels only slightly guilty towards Mike for fondly remembering his night with Dani...

Still jerks off to that memory despite that guilt though.

Not a fan of mutual masturbation – why use hands when you can use mouths, right?

Eh. He does it occasionally.

The frequency absolutely increased when he met Elena – He still didn’t know what the fuck was going on though. Oblivious baby. So precious. So wow.

Doesn’t need post-nut clarity to make decisions, because he actually uses his… brain. Shocker. I know.

Watched porn once, didn’t care for it.

If left unattended, Elena will tie this man up and make him watch while she puts on a little show.

(He will like it.)  

[mangokittokatsu]

slides you a $50

pls i’m thinking and need bobby helping regressed reader when they’re sick :( like you regress to a really small age like one or two and you’re completely non verbal, all you can usher out is “dada”.

mixed with the sickness it makes you so fussy and tearful to the point where all you need is skin on skin with bobby and him running you a hot bath and just taking care of you and i just AAAAAAH

i love you the mostest my love 🥺🥺 <33

Sebby lovely!! 🥺💕 I'm so so sorry this took me so long!!!! I wrote like 800 words for this over the course of December since you sent this in and then had horrible writer's block and I wanted to make this a long piece, but then tonight for some reason was struck with an insane amount of motivation and cranked out the remainder in like 2 hours. I hope you enjoy it lovely!!!! 🥺🥺💖💖💖💖 @sebsxphia

Hush Little Darling

Robert "Bob" Floyd x Little! Reader

WC: 3.1k

Tags: Age regression, fluff, sickness (nothing graphic), nightmares

The morning sun was creeping in through the curtains of your bedroom where Bob was already sitting up in bed, reading his most recent book of choice while you still slept next to him. It was one of his only days off of the week and as such, he was going to spend every minute of it with you. He glanced over at you with a small look of worry as you let out a soft whine as your eyes fluttered open. He had expected you to be waking up soon, what he didn’t anticipate however was for you to roll over and press yourself into his side with a soft whimper, instantly alarming him to your overheated body and how your hair was sticking to your sweaty forehead. He set his book down on the nightstand, not even worrying about placing a bookmark, and pressed his hand to your face with a slight frown before pulling back. A shiver wracked your frame as you desperately tried to burrow further into him and he pulled you closer, wrapping the blankets tighter around you. 

“You not feeling good bunny?” He spoke to you in a soft voice, knowing that if you had a fever you likely had a headache on top of it.

You just looked up at him with teary eyes, sniffling as you managed to cry out a hoarse “dada!” before the tears spilled over onto your cheeks. 

Bob instantly pulled you up into his arms, shushing you gently as you buried your face into his neck with a whine, clinging to him tightly and pulling the collar of his shirt into your mouth to chew on in an attempt to soothe yourself. He rocked you slowly for a few minutes before you sniffled too hard in irritation at your runny nose, suddenly pulling yourself away from him as you sent yourself into a painful sounding coughing fit. Bob rubbed your back through it, gathering you back up in his arms with a sympathetic coo as you slumped against him once it passed, turning your face into his chest and throwing your arms around his neck as your tears came back in full force. Your throat felt like it was on fire and your body ached, the coughing fit certainly not helping either one. Your shirt was sticking to your sweaty skin yet you felt like you were freezing. Bob softly placed a kiss to the top of your head, wrapping his arms tighter around you and shifting you both over to the edge of the bed, setting his feet on the floor. 

“Hey baby girl,” he guided your head away from his chest to look at your face as he gently stroked his thumb across your cheeks, wiping away some of your tears, “let’s go get you out of these sweaty clothes and take a warm bath, huh? Does that sound good? It might help clear up all the icky stuff in your nose and chest too.”

You look up at him with glassy eyes, shoving your face back into his chest as you sluggishly reposition yourself to be straddling his hips and throwing your arms back around his neck. He takes your movement as a silent agreement, he’s about to stand up when he has the last second thought to grab the spare throw blanket across the foot of the bed and wrap it around you, knowing you’d quickly get cold without it once he set you down to run the bath. He carries you to the en suite and attempts to set you on the counter, immediately scooping you back up into his arms and soothing you as you start to fuss at the prospect of being set down and no longer touching him, “ok, ok I won’t set you down, I’ve got you, don’t worry bunny. Dada’s got you.” 

He maneuvers himself to sit on the edge of the tub, balancing you both carefully as he manages to turn on the tub with one hand and rocks you against him as he waits for it to warm up, soft tendrils of steam coming off the surface, before he reaches into the tub to close the drain and pours in an undetermined amount of lavender bubble bath. He stands up and brings you over to the counter, his hand coming up to the edge of your shirt, “I’m gonna get you undressed now ok? Can dada set you down so he can do it quick so you don’t get cold?” He waits a few seconds before he feels a small nod from you against his neck, gently setting you on the counter as you whine at the loss of his warmth and scent, a shiver running through your body again.

“I know little one, I’ll make it real quick and then you’ll be nice and warm in the bath and I’ll join you too, gonna stay with you the whole time.” He soothes you as he makes quick work of your sweaty clothes, dropping them into the hamper, his own sweatpants following shortly after, before he lifts you back into his arms. Bob lets out a concerned hum at the heat of your bare skin against his, letting you press yourself impossibly closer to him in his arms for a moment as he carefully steps into the tub and lowers you both down into the warm water. You instantly relax further against him, letting out a soft coo as the hot water soothes the aches of your body and the lavender works to slightly clear up the congestion in your chest. Bob eventually grabs the baby shampoo from next to the tub as the water starts to cool some and gently starts to work it through your slightly sweat matted hair. Logically he knows it’ll be just as sweaty again later, but at least for right now you’ll be nice and clean. He brings his hands down to the water to rinse them off before wrapping his arms back around you, “I’m gonna drain the tub and get us all rinsed off now ok?” 

You let out a whine at the thought of the warm water disappearing from around you, shoving yourself further into Bob’s chest as it flows down the drain. He keeps you both sitting in the tub as he turns the tap back on, letting it run to fully warm back up before pulling the switch and covering you both in a steaming spray of water while he begins to rinse the shampoo out of your hair. He massages your scalp gently, hoping the gentle touches soothe some of the fever induced headache away, whispers of sweet nothings and comforts slipping past his lips the entire time. Your head eventually falling against his shoulder, wanting nothing more than to go back to bed, no matter how good the warm water felt against you and your aching body. Bob lets out a soft hum, pressing a kiss to the top of your wet head, deeming your hair rinsed enough to get out of the tub as he reaches to turn off the shower and carefully stand you both up. He thanks whatever god that may exist that he thought ahead for your protest of the cold air as he pulls the shower curtain open, tears of discomfort and exhaustion springing to your eyes even as he wraps your fluffiest towel around you, your hands instantly reaching back out for him from where he’s sat you on the counter. 

Bob dries you off quickly and securely wraps the towel around you before giving himself a quick once over, barely bothering to dry his hair just enough to stop it from dripping off his short curls before scooping you back up into his arms and carrying you back to bed. He sets you down in front of him, running a comb through your hair and quickly putting it in a loose braid to keep it from getting tangled and out of your face. He softly kisses the top of your head with a whisper of, “Be right back Bunny, dada’s just going over to the dresser to grab some pjs, I’m still right here, not leavin’ ya at all.”

He digs through the drawers before pulling out a simple pair of sleep shorts for you and a pair of sweatpants for himself, knowing you’d likely want skin to skin contact with the amount of discomfort you were in and just how little you were. He grabs your pink pacifier with Thumper the rabbit on it almost on autopilot, pausing for a split second before reaching back into the dresser and pulling out your softest romper, a simple pastel color block and made of a thick but incredibly soft cotton, just in case. A soft whimper draws his attention back to you on the bed, you had turned to watch him with wide, glassy eyes and he noticed your bottom lip starting to tremble ever so slightly as tears began to slip down your reddened cheeks, a sign he was taking too long away from you. Bob slipped his sweatpants on in record speed and hurried back over to your side, cupping your face, smoothing his thumb along your cheek and kissing your forehead, “Shh Bunny it’s ok, Dada’s got you, ‘m sorry I took so long getting pjs, c’mere let me get you dressed.”

You lean towards him, letting him position you as he needed to in order to get your shorts on before grasping onto him after he slips your pacifier in your mouth, pressing your bare chest against his and nestling your face into his neck with a hiccuping sigh, letting some of the discomfort bleed out of you as it was overwhelmed by the safety and comfort of your Bobby’s arms. He grabs your soft blanket and wraps it snugly around your shoulders before hoisting you up, your legs wrapped around his waist as he carries you to the kitchen. He rummages through the fridge, a soft “ah ha!” filling the quiet air around you as he pulls out an applesauce pouch from the drawer, cracking the top off before easing your paci out of your mouth again, holding the applesauce to your lips only for you to turn your head away from it with a whine. Bob lets out a soft sigh, gently trying to coax you into taking it, “c’mon little one, you have to eat a little something so you can feel better. If you eat this I’ll get you some juice too ok?”

The promise of juice spurs you into reluctantly taking the pouch into your mouth, a soft smile spreading across Bob’s face, pressing a kiss to your warm cheek and murmuring praises to you, “that’s my baby girl, doing so good for me. Ya don’t gotta eat it all right now, just a little bit is ok, good Bunny.”

You ate as much of the pouch as your stomach would allow, which wasn’t much, but Bob was just happy he was able to get anything in your system. Staying true to his promise he filled a sippy cup with apple juice, offering it to you only for you to reach back for your paci again, your upset stomach not able to handle anything else at the moment. Bob let out a sympathetic coo in understanding, easily slipping it back into your mouth as he carried you over to the couch, settling you down on top of him and pulling another blanket over the two of you. Your skin was still too warm for his liking, a flush coloring the tops of your cheeks as you burrowed impossibly closer to him, tears starting to well in your eyes again as the aches of your body make themselves known once again after being calmed by the warm bath. Bob let his hand rest at the nape of your neck, gently scratching through the baby hairs there that had already escaped your braid, soothing you into sleep again despite the shivers that started to make their way through your body again, Bob pulling the blankets tighter around you. 

Bob wasn’t sure how much time had passed with you in a light but peaceful sleep on his chest, scrolling aimlessly on his phone as he held you close. It wasn’t until he was startled back to reality by a cry that he even realized he had fallen asleep as well, his brain instantly fully waking up as he took in your shaking, whimpering form on his chest. Your face was scrunched up in a mixture of pain and fear, your paci slipped out of your mouth and now laying against Bob’s bicep as you cried out again in your fever induced nightmare, a thin layer of sweat once again coating your flushed skin. Bob carefully sat up so you both were partially upright, hands sliding up your bare back to scratch at your scalp and gently swipe his thumbs across your cheeks.

“C’mon baby girl, wake up for me darlin’, it’s just a bad dream”, Bob soothed you, urging you awake, sighing in relief as your eyes blinked open, unfocused and filled with tears, “there’s my Bunny, you’re safe. It was just bad dream, dada’s got you, you’re safe.”

You clung onto his words but they weren’t enough to squash down the fears that still flashed in your mind every few seconds. You looked at him and blinked once, twice, before the dam broke inside you with a cry, “Dada!”

You pressed your face aggressively into the hand still resting on your cheek as heavy, painful sounding sobs wracked your body. Bob instantly pulled your face into his neck, letting you sob against his skin as he rocked you side to side and shushed you softly, trying to get you to settle before you tore up your already sore throat even more or made yourself sick from your gasps of air in between sobs, he could already hear your voice getting more hoarse with each passing cry out for him. As your cries slowly died down Bob eased your paci back into your mouth when he noticed you mouthing at the skin of his shoulder, looking for something to help soothe you. He continued rocking you as you slumped against him, your face buried back into his neck as you continued to take shuddering, hiccuping breaths, although they were getting less frequent. He could still feel fresh tears landing against his skin before he gently pulled your face away from him to look at you, still silently crying, “there we go little one, that’s good. Do you wanna go back to bed?”

You just nodded at him with a sniffle and a hiccup, throat too sore to do anything else, as you felt another wave of fresh tears spring to your eyes, the exhaustion caused by your nightmare and subsequent sobbing settled true and deep into you now. Bob simply scooped you up from the couch as he stood, grabbing your nearly forgotten sippy cup of juice off the coffee table and making sure the blanket wouldn't fall off your shoulders on the trek back to your bedroom. He settled you down on the bed, you were too exhausted to notice him briefly stepping away to turn on the box fan you kept in the corner of the room and to grab you some medicine from the bathroom. Bob returned to the bed, gently sitting you up and smiling softly as you looked at him with hazy doe eyes and holding out a small measuring cup filled with medicine, even in your exhausted state you still crinkled your nose in disgust at it, clearly displeased by just the notion of it. Bob let out a soft chuckle, “I know baby girl, but you’ve gotta take it, it’ll help you feel better. And look! I even have your juice right over there.”

He pointed over at the sippy cup now sitting on your nightstand, trying to talk you into taking the horribly fruit flavored medicine. You quickly decided you were too tired to put up much of a fight, begrudgingly letting Bob take your paci out of your mouth and help you quickly take it. You let out a disgusted cough as a few fresh tears slipped down your cheeks, still red and splotchy from both your fever and your sobbing after your nightmare. However, Bob was prepared, already handing you your juice to wash the taste out of your mouth before more tears could make themselves known. He let you have your fill of the juice, although truthfully it was only a few sips, before he slipped your paci back into your mouth. He was about to climb into bed with you when he thought about the romper he had grabbed earlier, long forgotten where he had tossed it to the head of the bed until now. He picked it up from by the pillows, holding it up in front of you as you looked more and more drowsy by the minute, “do you wanna wear your romper to bed, Bunny? It’s your super soft one with the pretty pastel colors.”

A slightly dopey smile spread across your face from under your paci as you slowly but eagerly nodded, a matching smile making its way to Bob’s face as he realized that the medicine was already helping you feel a little better. He slipped your romper on, quickly turning around to the dresser to grab your matching paci clip, clipping it to the collar of the romper and the other end to the paci sleepily hanging between your lips. He gently pushed it back into your mouth with a soft chuckle, taking a minute to look at you after he was done, admiring you and just how he got so damn lucky to have you in his life. He settled down in bed, guiding you to lay next to him, cuddled up into his side with one of his arms wrapped protectively around you as he murmured into your hair, “go to sleep Bunny, I’m not leavin’ anytime soon, gonna be right here when you wake up, I promise. I love you so much.”

He placed a soft kiss to your head as he felt your breathing even out, relieved to feel that your body was slightly less warm against his than it was earlier. He knew he’d likely get whatever bug you had, and that you would likely wake up still sick once the meds wore off, but none of that mattered at the moment. All that mattered was that you were finally sleeping peacefully after a day full of discomfort and pain, and that was the most important thing in the world to him.

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Make Me Write Tag Game

@forthesanityofstorytellers with this post, and @words-after-midnight with this one...

Well. Well. Well. Your timing is impeccable, both of you. I am taking a break from WIPVII until August 1st and I have three other WIPs I want to work on in the meantime. I guess I'm making a poll to decide which one to work on first!

Rules: Make a 24hr poll listing the titles of every WIP you want to work on. (It’s fine if you only have one, still make a poll for the vote count). Whichever WIP title gets the most votes, write 1 sentence for every vote received.

(if you are unsure if you are doing it right you can refer to this post I made about tag game guidelines in general. Of course, they are just guidelines. You can do your own thing if you want and no one can stop you.)

Ever so delicately tagging: @olivescales3, @tea-and-mercury, @avocado-frog, @avidink, @aziz-reads, @quintonli, and @marzipan-corner, and, you know what? This is a pretty cool idea. I'm gonna leave an open tag for anyone who wants to do it too.

Descriptions of each WIP are under the cut.

WIPXIV (WIP 14) is brand-spanking new. I thought up the idea while researching medieval clothing for WIPVII. I don't really have a plot yet but something... something... puesdo-sciencey time-travel shenanigans but the equipment is telescopes, mirrors, hand-cranked projectors etc. etc. and our main cast are a ragtag group from the 1450s who have to travel to various points in the past and future (including our present-day. sort of. there are dragons in this version of our world) to save it from a yet-to-be-determined impending doom. The most important part of this WIP (according to me) is that I make a point of showing how futuristic Elizabethan ruff-collars and how old-fashioned those 1100s style girdles would feel to these characters. I am tired of pseudo-medieval worlds that act like ruff-collars and butterfly veils and floor-length pigtail braids co-existed at the same time.

WIPXII (WIP 12) was a project I started for NaNo last year. I wrote 25k words and then realized I had no idea where I was going with it so I left it to simmer for a while. It is a magic school story, and it is undeniably a response to a favourite childhood author of mine who turned out to be a bigot. This is a project for me to steal the things I loved from the story I grew up with, but write something that I can actually enjoy without getting an icky feeling. My main character is a fat, Jewish, bisexual trans-girl named Shiri and the themes of this story are anti-capitalist and highly critical of the school system. The story is about the magical subcultures and student-run intellectual and activist clubs who are fighting against censorship, gatekeeping of magical knowledge, and the authoritarian government that has a terrible track record of human rights abuses.

WIPIV (WIP 4 or How to Take Over the World). One of my few WIPs with an official name, HtTOtW is the story of an invisibly disabled 20-something who is sick of being underestimated and feeling like she is immature, undisciplined, and a failure for not being as far along in post-secondary and her career-path as her peers. To shut up the voices in her head (and those of society) once and for all, she plans to do the most impressive thing she can think of: take over the world. I've put this project off for a while because it will require an insane amount of research and RIP my search history. The Canadian Secret Service is gonna have a file on me after this. But I do have some ideas for a character study and the mc is such a self-insert ohmygosh. This is my catharsis project.

[lovesosweeet]

better left unsaid // cth

chapter thirteen

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.

calum hood x fem!oc

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august 3, 2018 los angeles, california orion

I've not left the apartment since I got home from the hospital two days ago, except to take Duke out a few times a day. The nausea has been unrelenting the entire time and I feel like I've been hit by a bus. I don't even sleep in our bed. I spend the whole time on the couch.

I'm grateful that I've only vomited once, but I haven't eaten a full meal in several days. From being stressed about Cal leaving to getting started on chemo, food hasn't exactly been appealing. I can tell my weight is going to plummet over the next several weeks, but it's hard to fight the feeling that I'll throw up anything I eat and also that adding anything else to the chaos in my stomach already is not a good idea.

Duke has been a great cuddle companion and has barely left my side. Calum called again yesterday but hasn’t yet called today. The time zones make it so confusing and I keep forgetting whether he’s ahead or behind of me in time. He texted me a few hours ago—it was just a selfie of him and Ashton backstage, letting me know they were about to perform. Once they finish the show tonight they’re flying to New Zealand, which I know he’s excited about.

It’s been long enough now that I think he should be off stage soon, if they aren’t already, but I know they’re going to be kind of chaotic afterwards because they’ll be rushing to the airport. I don’t plan on calling him at all; his schedule is so insane and busy, and I know he will do his best to call me as much as he can. I’ll call him if it’s important enough, but so far nothing has happened that should mean I call him.

This morning I woke up to a banging on the apartment door and to my dismay I found my moms had ordered groceries for me. It was just a bunch of easy to make foods — cans of soup, frozen pizzas, instant ramen — but it still frustrated me that they would do that without asking me. I don’t need their help.

I grumble silently, dragging the food inside with Duke sticking his face in the bags. “Nothing for you, sorry buddy.”

Once I get the frozen food into the freezer, I go to flop back on the couch. My body aches so much. I don’t feel like I can stand for more than a few minutes at a time. I’ve debated checking with Macy to see if she would be able to walk Duke for me, but I’m scared to rope another person in on my secret. I’m on the couch watching more Girl Meets World when Emelia texts me.

From: emi✨ how ya doin today? need anything?

To: emi✨ yuck. am fine. just don’t wanna move ever again.

From: emi✨ do you want me to walk duke for you? i can come by after work!

I want to say yes, but she’s already doing so much. She’s the one who will be driving me to and from chemo next week, and she’s already planning on coming over again tomorrow to keep an eye on me. I’m hoping I feel okay enough to hang out with Macy in a few days like we’d planned… I decide I am just going to suck it up. I can handle it. What's the worst that can happen?

I text Emelia "no" and then muster as much strength as I have left to get off the couch again. It's time to take a shower, I decide.

It takes me a somewhat shameful amount of time to get to the bathroom and turn on the water. I crank it all the way up because I'm freezing. Before I get in, I grab a pair of Cal's boxers and one of his hoodies to put on when I get out, and then I hook my phone up to the Bluetooth speaker so I can listen to music.

The sound of Maisie Peters' brief but iconic discography echoes in the room while I step under the hot water, and I instantly feel better. Washing my hair feels weird because it's so much shorter than it was when I last washed it. I pump out far too much shampoo for the amount of hair I have left, but it smells nice, so it's fine.

I'm singing the words to Worst of You when the music is replaced by ringing. Someone is calling me, and, if I had to guess, it's Calum. Of course, he calls right during the first time in the past several days that I can't answer. Quickly, I rinse the shampoo from my hair and try to scrub my entire body, undoubtedly missing a few places, but I just want to get out.

Tossing the sweatshirt on over my wet hair and clumsily stepping into the boxers, I grab my phone off the counter and hit the button to call Calum back. While it rings, I wrap the towel over my hair and walk out of the bathroom, plopping back on the couch.

"If it isn't my favorite girl on the planet," Calum answers.

My mood instantly lifts but I roll my eyes. "I'm telling Joy that she's not your favorite. She won't be happy."

"That's different and you know it."

I smile. I love that he loves his mom so much, but being ranked higher than her is really such an honor. She's a wonderful lady.

"Sorry to miss your call, I was in the shower."

"No, it's fine! We're driving to the airport now and I just wanted to say hi really quick."

"How was the second show?"

Calum starts talking about a technical issue that I don’t really understand but try to listen intently. Something about the sound in his earpieces cutting off and no one believed or understood him so he had to play the whole show not being able to hear anything. He said the fans made him a sign to remind him of his lyrics (a common trend) and someone threw a beaded bracelet onstage that had a C and an O with a heart between them.

“It’s yours now,” he says. “It won’t fit me but it’ll fit your tiny wrist.”

I smile. It’s a cute memento and I am glad the fans are kind of warming up to me. I try to avoid looking for their opinions and thoughts on me but it’s a bit inescapable if I go on any of the 5SOS pages to check for updates.

“Can’t wait to have it,” I tell him.

“Did I tell you I’ve flown Mum out to Auckland? We’ll get there around the same time.”

“No! You didn’t tell me, but I’m jealous. I miss her.”

“She misses you too. She said they’d love to come to LA for Christmas, too, so we can maybe start planning that?” He says it like a question. “I know it’ll probably be you planning it because I know you love planning but it doesn’t have to be just you.”

My heart gets warmer at the thought. I love hosting and spending time with our favorite people, especially for special occasions. It could also be the first time we get to introduce our families to each other. We only have one guest room, but Cal’s office/studio could fit an air mattress for Mali if she doesn’t bring a partner. My family could just come up for the day, or maybe Cal and I could sleep on the couch and give my moms and brother our room.

Then I remember treatment plans and all of the uncertainty in my future and my head starts to spin. Will we be able to host if I’m going through treatment? Maybe Cal should just go to Australia for Christmas without me, and I’ll stay here and get treatment or just spend it with my own family. I try not to think on it too hard, but there is still, devastatingly, a chance that Calum won’t be happy when I tell him I’ve been lying.

He wouldn’t break up with me over it, I don’t think, but sometimes when he’s mad he does lose sight of rationality. It’s not a unique trait to him. We all do it. He’s never gotten mad at me—we’ve had fights and arguments but he’s never been angry with me specifically, more a situation or something that just frustrates him. I don’t know how he’s going to react, and maybe that’s part of why I didn’t want to tell him at all. I am 98% sure Calum would’ve opted out of tour for me, but that other 2% gnaws at the back of my brain.

Would he have ended it then and there? Why go through the heartache of being with someone you know will die soon?

“Orion?” Cal’s voice interrupts my spiral.

“Sorry, what?”

He laughs. “I said you’d probably want to be in charge of planning Christmas.”

I laugh nervously. “Yeah, I mean… probably.”

He’s silent for a minute. It’s a short pause and with anyone else, it wouldn’t matter or stick out, but with Calum, it does. “You okay?”

I hate how easily he’s able to read me without even being able to see me. I quickly try to come up with an excuse. “Yeah, just been having a hard time sleeping. The apartment feels so empty without you.”

Calum pauses again, and I know it’s because that idea makes him a bit sad. “Would you feel better if Em stayed there? That could be fun, a four month sleepover with your bestie.”

I purse my lips, holding back that Em has already stayed here one night of the three that he’s been gone. “Maybe.”

He sighs. “I’m sorry you’re feeling lonely. Let me know if there’s any way I can help. Even if it’s just to fly home for a day whenever we have a break or to fly you somewhere for a day. I don’t care. I want to see you, especially if you’re down, okay?”

I want to shake my head but he can’t see me. “Cal, it’s fine. We’ll be fine. Just might take a bit to get used to.”

“I don’t want you to get used to a life without me, O. I’m here, forever, okay? Whatever you need, I’m there.”

With each word, I can feel my heart ripping down the middle, inch by inch. I don’t know how it’s still whole.

“I love you,” is all I manage to say. I’m choking back tears, the guilt is so much. How can I keep this up? How can I hold this in?

“I love you, too.” He sounds sad now. “Love, we’re almost to the airport. Do you want me to call you again once we’re through security? We don’t have to stop talking.”

I clear my throat. “No, it’s fine. I’ll be fine. Just text me before you take off.”

“We’re both gonna be fine. I’ve gotta go. I love you.”

I feel my tears slowly trickling down my face and I don’t bother to wipe them away. “I love you. Bye.”

Then we hang up, and I can really start sobbing. Duke runs over, his ears perked up. He’s not sure why I’m crying and he hops up next to me, sticking his face by mine. When he starts licking my face, I stop him. I’d read something about how all bodily fluids post-chemo are essentially poison. I don’t want to get Duke sick, too. I can’t handle that. We can’t both be sick.

I pull Duke close to me and squeeze him as much as I can without hurting him. I don’t know how I’m going to get through this, but I know I will, at least for now. I’ll have Em and my moms and Ash and Duke and everything will be fine. It has to be.

next chapter

a/n: spoiler next chapter will have a bomb drop hehehe

[wisteriagoesvroom]

hiya other michelin anon love of my life (i feel like we’re talking on a can and string rn) you’re soooo clever 💕💕

thinking abt when they’re established but not public (private but not secret 🫶) and oscar and lando are the only ones that really know the full extent of it. charles and pierre and alex just think they’re hooking up but landoscar have the threat of their careers being ended if they ever let it slip - not that max would ever actually throw his precious protégée under the bus like that.

it’s valentine’s day and they have a fucking busy service naturally and suddenly alex is sticking his head into the kitchen from front of house and going ‘shit, russell’s here - mate, you might not want to take that break i know it’s scheduled but-’ oscar and charles’ heads snap up and oscar knows better than to let charles say anything as max just nods and goes to take his chef’s whites’ top off and trade it for a white shirt. he passes back through the kitchen and everyone’s like wtf. wtf? wtf. we’re reallllly letting service drop after the article george published last week??

max throws an ‘it of course will be fine everyone, the service has been run really very well - charlie, take over and oscar sous please,’ before he’s going and sitting down with george for their valentine’s dinner <3 alex has been given their table bc he’s the best server and they thought it was just george dining to critique so he ends up serving max with a half smirk half outraged face. ‘mhmm mr russell of course, and for you, chef? well, i’ll have pierre over with some wine options for you immediately…’ and that’s how everyone finds out that they’re not JUST having hate sex

(charles debriefs with pierre after they’ve closed on just how outrageous it is that max didn’t tell them that he was SEEING not just fucking russell) (george writes an article critiquing some tiny aspect of the dish but in reality rests his hand on max’s thigh under the table and tells him that it was really rather good sweetheart and that you’re lucky your sous is so well trained princess)

i’m also so enamoured by the idea of max naming things on his menu as little inside comments that only him george or his team know. ‘tulle’ is a dessert they run in winter for a princess’ dress and ‘champs elysees’ for george’s flat or an elevation of the dish that george had ordered the first night they fucked.

i also love george begrudgingly keeping up with oscar’s career bc max has basically kitchen adopted him… doing one of his only ever complimentary pieces on mark webber and max verstappen’s protégée already working in a projected michelin resteraunt. the party when they earn their next star is insane (george is invited and serenaded with a wall of clippings of his best quotes from his critiques and has to pay for lando and oscar to get a cab home bc they’re both so drunk and giddy) (max cries when they get back to george’s flat bc this is the first star where it’s truly felt like his own and george has nothing but lovely things to say)

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new theory: is this just one person talking to the wall (me) cus if so that would actually be really funny

i am so fucking here for these details tho…. The menu?1?1?1?1?1? oooooo u cooked. Ok so:

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the hush of the restaurant and the conversations dying as THE max verstappen slides into the chair opposite george and they’re both like. hi. hi. and they talk to each other, perfectly aware that the entire restaurant is watching them link their fingers together as they peruse the wine list and murmur low to each other about grape acidity and seasonality. then pierre, who is the maître d, kicks the room back into motion with a smooth joke on a nearby table and suddenly everything is moving again, the world cranks back up and george and max get to be just two people in it existing, not the reputations and personas they’ve built up in the last ten years, not feeling a need to keep up appearances but actually just two diners connecting over great service and great food.

and later, the team cleans up and packs up. they all say their goodbyes. maybe george pulls up in his vintage lil car near the back and oscar’s smoking in the back alley with alex and they both wave at max on the way out.

“happy valentine’s day,” they say, a little teasingly to max. “practice safe sex!” oscar shouts, over the embers of his cig.

“shut the fuck up or i’ll put you both on tile scrub duty!” max yells back. the laughter follows max as he yanks open the car door and climbs in.

george rolls his eyes. but then the door closes, and the world goes silent. and he’s looking right at max.

“must you always be so incredibly filthy mouthed.”

“yeah?” max says, eyes flicking down to george’s mouth, which is already starting to part with surprise, at how hungry max is all the time for him, how strange but good they are together because of and not in spite of their differences. how obvious max’s need always is. not like george, always feeling a need to conceal, be unflappable. max who paints with every colour, in the strongest shade.

“but you like that so much about me.” max adds.

“and that’s our dilemma, isn’t it, choux?”

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wow where did that come from?? turns out maybe EYE love the Gax!chef AU too? ur all so inspiring go gax anons goooo.

[loveydoveylex]

For the self ship ask thingy; I am super curious about your S/I's background, if you'd be willing to share! And how they met Ray, in extension.

NIGHTMARES!! hi! of course of course, I always love sharing this stuff and talking about it hehe :) I have a TON of stuff developed in my head... I've been wanting to turn some of it into maybe a comic or a fic or something, but haven't really had the time or motivation... maybe someday.

either way, as I talk alot, I predict this is gonna get long, so I'll put it under the cut! yes, I've talked about this before, but no harm in doing it again... I just really like talking lol

so, my self insert, lex, comes from a divine species called stargazers. stargazers are guardians of the universe; their job is to protect and watch over celestial bodies. to keep them out of harm's way, they've developed incredible powers. they're very powerful creatures that are capable of almost anything.

lex... is none of this. and I'm pretty sure that just one single look at him tells you this immediately 😅

he's a dorky little limbless being who can barely even throw a punch. powers? he's got none of those, except for maybe the power to be a cowardly wuss. he's, like, the polar opposite of a mary sue (or gary stu?).

of course, every piece of media needs the character that has the stereotypical amnesia backstory, and that's lex. he's got no idea where he came from, how he ended up in the glade, why he's here... and those are questions that drive him insane. he's got an identity crisis cranked up to 100. all he remembers is that one day he woke up in the glade. that's it. he doesn't know he's technically a supernatural demigod or whatever, and maybe that's for the better... he'd probably freak out if he found out.

due to having never had a need to use his abilities, he never really developed any. and so he considers himself a natural pacifist. he doesn't like fighting, but that may just be because he's too scared to do it... he believes that every conflict can be resolved by talking it out.

despite not knowing who he is or where he came from, he's always felt a deep connection to the stars, and spends most of his time stargazing and just staring up at the night sky while feeling bittersweet and somber.

enter admiral razorbeard, the captain of the robot pirates, who goes on to invade the glade and capture everyone in his way. lex barely has any friends at this point, so he doesn't know this guy is evil. how's he supposed to know? he doesn't pay him much mind, until one day, one of his ships blocks the way of lex's stargazing.

lex, naturally, gets a bit miffed. so he goes to have a word with him... and gets captured in the process. so now he's dealing with both an identity crisis and severe trust issues and paranoia about everyone wanting to cause him harm.

naturally, as we know, this leads to rayman saving the glade as he always does and freeing all of razorbeard's prisoners! and this includes lex.

lex is the final prisoner to be freed by rayman, and the two are immediately intrigued by each other - I don't wanna say it's love at first sight, but there's definitely a spark of something there. fascination? curiosity?

lex is very wary of rayman at first. he barely talks, avoids eye contact, and is just generally on high alert. the only people he's tried to interact with had him imprisoned, so he doesn't exactly trust other people just yet. rayman, of course, understands this. because he's a good guy. and he's more than willing to let lex take his time. but he's determined to make sure this fella feels at home.

have (a transparent version of) this art I did of their first meeting a while back :)