#don't let me near a stylus again

[coquettejohnny]

saw someone say that the greasers would be like magical girls and thought of johnny and dally as madoka and homura

"This world isn't worth saving, its tragedies and sadness will never truly disappear. But even so, it's the place she once tried to protect. I remember that. And I will never ever forget it. That's why... I'll keep fighting."

refs used vvv

too tired to draw johnny/madoka rn maybe tmrw or something

[zaynescitizen]

How do you think what could be the kinks of LnDS boys? 😏😏😏

I had fun writing that but oh my god I was STRUGGLING with Xavier, and I had to hold myself back with Sylus because in my eyes he is an absolute whore🎀. For Rafayel and Xavier I think it ended up being quite poorly written but I genuinely couldn't think of anything more than that, so I do apologise.

-Issa

(English is not my first language so there is a high chance of grammar mistakes. If you come across any please point them out and any and all constructive criticism is welcomed)

content warning: NSFW, different kinks and slight descriptions of them (I never know how to write the CW </3 let me know if I should add any specific ones)

Word count: 671

Characters: Zayne, Sylus, Rafayel, Xavier

Lads and kinks:

In general:

-Starting off I don't feel like any of them have those extreme kinks except maybe Stylus but that is speculating purely off of his card (no defense zone, unfortunately, that is one of two cards 5 star I have of him). I don't think I can genuinely place them from most to least kinky since all of them are on about the same level of it, some a bit more some bit less but overall on the same frequency

Zayne:

-Breast worship, and I will die on this hill. He loves your chest. Coming home after a long day of surgeries he wants nothing more than to play with your breasts or sleep on them. The amount of hickeys he leaves there is abnormal.

-Praise, he loves both giving and receiving paise. Burying his face in your neck while ramming into you, telling you how well you're taking him and how good it feels

-I don't know if this would count as a kink but seeing you ride him makes him near feral, his hands resting on your hips with a tight grip, helping you move over his length.

-Spanking, he loves spanking you as a form of punishment, though he doesn't go overboard and makes sure you are fine with it and are doing alright.

Sylus:

-Accidental stimulation, except it's not accidental and he loves riding you up during auctions he finds boring or when it's least necessary. Seeing you squirm and try to calm down brings him joy and entertainment.

-Sensory deprivation, he loves tying you up and blindfolding you, giving him great ego boost since he takes it as a sign of trust, and the way you react to every touch and kiss makes him lose his mind

-Breathplay, same as the previous, he takes it as a sign of trust and the visual gets him off. Squeezing your throat just enough to make it hard to breathe, but not doing any actual damage

-Begging, another ego boost. The fact that he makes you feel so good that you are begging for him is a dream come true

-Spanking, if you were being bratty he will gladly put you in your place, whether with the palm of his hand or a riding crop

Rafayel:

-This man is a brat and you can't deny it no matter how hard you try.

-Begging, he begs you so sweetly while moving in and out of you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, pressing kisses and giving lovebites while trying not to lose it completely

-Bondage, either tying you up or being tied up himself. He loves it.

-Lingerie, he loves seeing you in such pretty yet revealing sad excuses of clothes. He doesn't know whether to take you right then and there or to draw you.

-Temperature play, his evol is fire, he will use that to his advantage and warm you up in all the right place, though for cooling down he will have to use ice cubes

Xavier:

-I think Xavier is the least kinky of them all. After being alive for so long I think he does enjoy more casual vanilla settings, but that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy something more from time to time

-I genuinely can't think of a single kink for this man, which is disappointing. He has them, but I can't pinpoint which ones.

-One I can definitely see him in is restriction/bondage, holding your arms pinned up against the bed or behind your back while rutting into you like a dog in heat

-Again, not sure if this counts as a kink but he loves giving you oral. He could do it all day, every day, anywhere, everywhere, on every surface, in every position… you get the point. He loves it.

-Cockwarming, sometimes he just wants be be close to you, inside you, but is simply too tired. Especially after a hard mission. Lying in bed with him, filled up and on the verge of falling asleep in his arms

[c-u-c-koo-4-40k]

Future Inlaws?

Next in the Severe Miscalculation storyline!

Previous Chapter Here:

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For the madness that started it all click here!

Summary: We see some more of Khopesh's...family for lack of a better term. Another short interlude.

Warning: Swears! Other than that not many Karlsor makes a groaning statement about shoving an icepick in his brain. I guess that counts.

Tags: @kit-williams (Who let me use Anrir so Thank You!) @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan (Who let me use their sweary lad Karlsor, Thank you!)

@bleedingichorhearts @bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @passionofthesith @sleepyfan-blog @barn-anon

Scrtch scrtch scrtch scratch. The gentle sounds of a stylis on paper filled the dimly lit chamber with one sole inhabitant.

An ancient a terrifying being, with both wit and knowledge that spanned centuries, millenia even.

The Terran born Nightlord known as Anrir reviewed and continued to bonder over his notations. Some where simple paperwork relating to his position as Apothercary, others were more...personal pursuits.

The Nature of Warp Bonds and Their Affects

The top of the page read. Sprawling throughout the documents were testimonies, graphs, data and hypothesese about the strange phenomenon known as bonding.

Even before Anrir had achieved his own bond he'd been endlessly Fascinated with the concept. In a manner he saw it as the main driving force between All interactions that occurred in this bizarre version of Terra's timeline they'd been sent to.

Without bonds, the more...vicious of their brother cousins would have likely converted at least half the native population into bloody pulp for the Skull Throne.

With them, as well as the lack of resources making sustained conflict untenable, the foundation for the greater alliance was made.

And their Appearance. Anrir could not see it himself, but the Librarians and Psychers he had collaborated with told him they often took the appearance of plants and flora. The exact type varied heavily depending on the relationship in question.

Anrir hypothesized the continuity might be due to their minds visualizing the unseeable. A bizarre form of paradolia that gave form to the formless. He continued to review his latest additions to his notes-

CrrrAsh! "Mother fucker I Swea..."

Thud! "...have to Run faster than tha..."

Until a pair of Very Recognizable voices faded in and out of the background as they ran, interrupted his writing.

Anrir sighed, placing his stylus down....next to a cracked picture frame from the Last Time this happened.

The stomping footsteps became louder again. He turned, briefly calculating the distance in his mind.

Thump thump thump thump Thump!

Anrir casually flexed the unmarred digits of his right hand before-

"If I didn't know any better I'd day you're gettin slower Karlsi-EeK!"

Snatch! One Charmingly Taxing Nightlord scout scruffed in his hold. While more frantic (or perhaps furious) footsteps approached.

Thump,thump,thump,thump,thump,thump,thump!

"Mother fucker I'm gonna kill you! I'm gonna fucking kill- Fuck..."

Anrir turned his eyes to his Claw's librarian, Karlsor, who'd stopped a few paces away.

"N-now Anrir, we didn't fuckin break anyth-Hurk!"

Two, two little Charmingly-Taxing-Nightlords scruffed.

"What...have I told you two?" Anrir asked, his voice firm yet controlled. "About Running near my Research?"

"Dont fuckin do it?" "Don't?" They said in unison.

"And...What, were you just doing?" He posed further.

"That," "Yeah, but he fuckin Started it!"

"You left the glasses unattended! You're lucky Ghosk didn't decide to snatch em!"

"They're My Sun goggles and How Fuckin Dare You!"

As the two younger Nightlords started bickering back and forth Anrir took a deep steadying breath and gently, but firmly... Knocked their skulls together.

Clack!

"Owwww!" "Fuckin hell that stings!"

"Now..." Anrir began. "Are we ready to discuss things properly?"

"Yes..." "Fine! fuck..."

"Khopesh...return Karlsor's glasses." Anrir commanded.

"Fine." Khopesh grumbled, more at his fun ending than Actually having to give the shades back.

"Hrmph!" Karlsor snatched them back with a growl, before placing them back on his face.

"And What do we say, when we have done something Wrong?"

"...I am sorry for taking your sun glasses." Khopesh aquiesed reluctantly.

"Hmph! Damn right you're sorry!"

"Karlsor..."

"And I accept your apology." Karlsor added quickly.

"Good." Anrir released the youngsters from their scruffing.

Khopesh rubbed the back of his neck. "You gotta Know you don't even Need them in this part of the base, riiiiight Karlsy?" Khopesh teased, gesturing to the Very dim surroundings which were custom suited to the Nightlords dark adapted eyes.

"Don't fuckin call me that ya whelp! And so fuckin what! They're My Shades and I'll wear them where I damn well please!" Karlsor snarled, before turning to stomp away.

"You're going to run into things again if you do that." Khopesh pointed out.

"The fuck I-WoAhAAH!" CRASH! The impact of the armored Nightlord hitting the wall rattled the room. On the worktable the picture frame once again fell over.

Unluckily as Khopesh predicted, Karlsor indeed did run into something. Or rather tripped. Whether that was do to wearing shades in a dark room or him being too mad to notice his surroundings was up for debate.

The grouchy librarian righted himself, before turning back to Khopesh with a seething look. "Not - one - word."

Khopesh smiled. "Okay. I'll just laugh then! BWAHAHAAHAHAHAHAA!"

"You're a FUCKIN DEAD FUCK I SWEAR!"

"ENOUGH!"

Oh shit. Both the younger Nightlords flinched as they remembered exactly Who they were squabbling near.

"Sorry Anrir." "Sorry." They replied hurriedly quieting their tones. The older Nightlord had his back turned, simply righting the framed photo from where it had fallen.

Thankfully, not Off the desk this time. Anrir took a moment to examine it, as he often did throughout the day.

No New cracks, thankfully. But the large one down the middle...no that truly wouldn't do. He did not Enjoy how it stretched between him and his Kitty.

He'd find a new sheet of plastic or glass. He'd prefer to keep the frame. Cutesy and childish as a lesser man would have considered it with its numeral stickers and pom poms and finger paint, courtesy of his darling participating in one of her daycare charges' crafting activities.

Anrir placed the frame back down with careful reverence, before turning back to his Sons.

"Let us but the matter Behind us, shall we?" He questioned. Though there was no room for debate in his tone. "Onto more Important things. Khopesh, you mentioned an announcement over your vox?"

The mood shifted with the change of subject almost immediately. The long haired Nightlord began bouncing in place, practically vibrating.

"Yes yes yes! I have someone Very special to introduce to all of you And! A new Hunt for us to plan!"

Well now That did intrigue Anrir. Khopesh could be very eager to go on Hunts (some would even say too eager). But far be it from Anrir to stifle something that made his son truly happy And generally made the world a safer place.

"You mention these two things at once...are they related?" Anrir questioned.

"If they are it's not much of a hunt if you Bring the fucker to us, dumbass." Karlsor snubbed a bit. Still a bit grouchy about the glasses...and grouchy in general.

"NO!" Khopesh snarled, barring his full teeth to his battle brother.

Karlsor's frustration was replaced with shock. This display wasn't the most frightening he'd seen, but he was stunned to see it come out of Khopesh, at Him.

Given the stunned silence Khopesh seemed to realize he over reacted. "I mean, No no no no No...well Yes technically." Khopesh corrected quickly. "They are not the one to be hunted! They are the one who was Harmed by the one we are going to be hunting. And they'll be here soon! I Just Know you'll Love Them!" Khopesh went from frantic correction to...cooing like a lovesick Lamenter??

"I see..." Anrir paused. "And...may I assume that this person is...Special to you?"

"Very much so! They are my sweet Lullaby! And we'll be sharing our first meal together tonight!" Khopesh said excitedly, quickly pulling up his vox messages and other saved photos. "I want them to meet all of you and your bonded's eventually! I think they'd fit in very well here. See?"

Khopesh showed off a few picts. One was of his Lullaby riding in horse competition. Another was them helping a young child learn to ride a horse. The picts and videos were a selection Khopesh had found from their mother's business' noosphere media.

Originally he'd obtained them as part of his investigation into Lullaby as a person, when he'd first met them. Now he simply kept his favorites, and to have something to show his Claw for reference.

"Rabbit and them both compete in sports, And they have experience in childcare and teaching from their family business like Kitty!" Khopesh explained. "And they're so sweet I'm sure Claude will find them very calming, once he gets past his usual shyness and then-"

Anrir's focus trailed off, but not for lack of interest! One of his sons had found a partner, And yes he Knew it was a partner; the smell he'd walked on base with, the 'glowing' and 'bouncing' energy he seemed filled with, and the presence of the bruising marks known as 'hickies' were enough to tell him that much.

He apparently Really liked and was looking forward to spending time with them. And Anrir would support Khopesh in this endeavor whole heartedly, bond involved or not. Anrir was many things but he was Not an Absent Parent.

No...it was because something about those photos-

Shwoop!

Khopesh's vox pings and a notification pops up covering the screen.

Lullaby: Hey I've arrived...I think? But I'm not sure where to go. Also I'm not sure they'll just let me in?

"Oh whoops! One moment." Khopesh shoots a vox message back.

Khopesh Thing That goes Prank in the Night: You should be able to enter the main lobby as it is open to the public. Wait for me there please! I want to introduce you to my brothers! I'm so excited for you to meet them.

Lullaby: Oh okay...how many am I meeting?

Khopesh: Just the ones in my claw that are here now. Don't worry they're gonna Love You! ;3

Lullaby: Including the one you made angry enough to chase you?? You suuuuure he'll like me? 🤔🤭

Khopesh smiled as he typed his next reply.

Khopesh: I'm Certain of it. He'll probably like how mouthy and sassy you are!

He stopped but then added...

But he can't have you of course! You're mine.

Lullaby: pfft! You've pissed him off that much huh? Well either way I'm making my way into the main lobby. The building is so Biiiiiig. I'm not used to this kinda space.

A photo came in. Showing Lullaby standing next to one of the Astarte sized chairs near the main entrance. It did indeed dwarf them as an average sized human.

"And saved!" Khopesh trilled, doing exactly that with the new photo.

Khopesh: Excellent! I will see you soon!

Anrir and Karlsor watched on with fascination. Well Karlsor was more still stunned to see this range of behavior from his brother.

Anrir, having his own special someone, was more understanding. But Still something itched at his brain.

"I must go greet them now. I will be back soon!" Khopesh stated, turning quickly to leave.

To his credit he did start by walking normally...until his speed picked up and he Launched himself into scrambling running climb throughout the unique architecture of the Nightlord base area.

Again, specially designed for suit their preference for skulking and climbing.

Karlsor stood their bewildered for a moment, before turning to Anrir. "What the Fuck was that about?"

Anrir simply chuckled. "Ah...young love..." He shook his head fondly before returning to his notes. Best sort and put them away for now, after all he'd be greeting a new face soon, best to look Presentable and make a good first impression.

He said much the same to Karlsor. "I'm assuming he'll be bringing his 'Sweet Lullaby' to meet us soon. Best get ready for that."

Karlsor groaned. Baselines were...well they were Frustrating or deal with! They either Weren't scared or were too scared. Sometimes they'd scream way too loud! And worse sometimes they'd giggle and call him...Bleh. Cute.

And Khopesh had apparently found 'someone special'. "If it turns out he's fuckin found someone Just Like Him I'm gonna stab myself with an Ice Pick!"

"I doubt Khopesh could find someone Exactly like himself dear Karlsor." Anrir assured, his desk now clean. He turned back to the Librarian.

"Though...I Must admit I am curious about his... Lullaby." Anrir muttered to himself.

Why couldn't he shake the feeling he was missing something?

"What got you Fuckin stewing suddenly?" Karlsor asked, noting Anrir's change in demeanor.

...

"...Those photos...did you recognize the Baseline in them?"

"...no?? Did you?"

Anrir turned back to Karlsor, his expression was serious. "I'm Certain beyond a shadow of a doubt that I've Never," he emphasized. "Met them before in my Life."

"So why Do I recognize them?"

Next chapter will be Here: (hopefully soon pray for my sanity)

[thevoidscreams]

I seem to be on a roll with the iron boys

Female reader. Tied to ride with Perturabo. The details are yours to fill out :3c

Day 15

Ah to be Perts little cum dump

Pairing: Perturabo x Reader

Warnings: Being tied to your partner, multiple creampies.

On the whole, it wasn't the most uncomfortable position I'd ever been in.Perturabo was busy working on something new for the next campaign he was going to be away for.

“It should only be a few weeks.” He'd told me, but I'd still miss my big iron man.

I loved my husband with all my heart and the campaign, though his duty, was going to throw a wrench in your family starting plans.

So Perturabo, being the genius he was, came up with a solution so we could both get as much quality time together as was possible.

His left hand held my hip as the right worked on blueprints and scribbled notes.

He lifted my body with ease and let my own weight spear me back on his cock as he grumbled something under his breath. I gasped and clutched at the chains that went around his broad neck.

He didn't even seem to notice my body weight at all.

He'd do that every so often. Use my body as a convenient flesh light before returning to work.

After a minute of grumbling incoherent nonsense he set his stylus down and grabbed my hips with both hands, he stood and leaned over the desk. His hips thrusting against mine as he fucked me properly. Grunting and growling as he slid the thin sheets of paper aside to keep them from possibly getting cum on them.

He'd had to restart a page because of that.

The work bench shook under the force of his thrusts and every movement drew a loud whorish moan from my mouth. My eyes rolled back and I came hard. It was glorious after two hours of near constant edging.

I assume he'd grown frustrated as well, needing proper release.

He came with a heavy sighed and held my hips down, pumping his seed straight into my womb and I mewled softly with each pulse of his thick cock.

When he was done he sat back down, working on his blueprints again.

There was a knock at the door and Perturabo snarled.

“What?” He barked loud enough for whoever was on the other side to hear.

“Father. You were to convene with your consul about the upcoming siege.”

Forrix returned, his voice even and tempered.

Perturabo set this stylus aside.

“I am busy today, I will convene with them later.”

Forrix stood for a moment perplexed but did not argue.

“Very well. I will inform them.”

His heavy steps echoed down the hall as he walked off.

Perturabo took up his stylus again. Laying down perfectly straight lines.

It was like watching an artist at work. But his art was war.

He took my hip in his hand again, lifting me and letting me drop. His cock hadn't softened at all, even after his last orgasm.

“I love you Perturabo.” I nuzzled him as he lifted my body again and he grunted.

Kissing my temple but not taking his eyes off the page.

“Once I am done here we are going back to our chambers and I'm going to fuck you until dawn tomorrow.”

I clenched around him at his words excited and desirous of that.

“I look forward to it, my love.”

He nodded.

“You wanted a child before too long. You will have one when I am through with you.”

His hands came back to support me. They were lifting and pressing me back down faster and his grunts filled the workshop.

“You will be a good mother.” He spoke with assurance.

“My sons.. no, our sons and I will protect you. And you will be the mother of iron.”

Perturabo kissed the top of my head, his words ringing in my heart.

One hand came up to play with my chest and his calloused thumb stroked over a nipple. Making me moan again.

He came hard inside me and I followed after.

Perturabo's arms encircled my body, his face pressed into my hair. We stayed like that for a time. Blissful and quiet. “I love you.”

He breathed after a time and I melted on him. It was rare to see his softer side. But I loved it.

“Going soft on me Pert?” I chuckled. “I don't usually get an ‘I love you’ back.”

Perturabo grunted as stroked my side.

“When it is for the right person, love is a great source of strength.”

“Would you say I'm the right person?” I smiled and reached up to pull his head closer so I could nuzzle him once more.

“You're the only person.” He nearly whispered and I stopped, my heart racing as I felt the honesty in his words.

He picked his stylus back up and the moment was over for just then. But I wouldn't forget this. Not for a long time.

[rebellicnrising]

he's in his element-- the games playing overhead on large screens, surrounded by people who have since forgotten their outrage from the interviews, speaking ( at times shouting to be heard over the din of voices ) their newest bets and predictions among each other and after a certain level of discussion amongst their peers, putting their money where their mouths were. his attention is on his phone as he speaks to those in front of him, stylus in hand as worked to close those beginning bets- arena design; first kill ( the killer and the killed ), which tributes were among those in this particular bloodbath to fall, fight or run; even going as far as which weapons were grabbed by which tributes. everyone wanted to prove they knew their particular chosen champion best, anticipating every move made-- and kaleb was more than amiable to setting those bets and watch as counter bets fell into place. perhaps these games wouldn't ruin him after all.

his sister's voice cuts through the rest of the noise that surrounds him and his brows crease, pinching the skin between his eyes for the briefest of moments, that irritation at the junior flashing across his expression as the man in front of him is abruptly shoved out of the way. a voice begins to raise in dissent but the look kaleb sends his way is razor sharp, sending the clear message: don't even try it ( trust me, i'm doing you a favor. ) that hard look is held for a moment longer before the man seems to catch the hint and kaleb's gaze shifts back to the woman in front of him, tone even and voice clipped, "delilah." the question irritates him further and he fights with an iron grip to keep his face fixed in that same unreadable expression. "i would have had to anticipate that the games would be delayed in order to put money on it, wouldn't i?" kaleb's eyes watch delilah's face, searching for any tell that would tell him more than whatever words would come from her mouth-- but delilah had grown up in the same house as he had and had learned to mask for her own reasons; she knew better than to let anything slip through the cracks.

kaleb doesn't answer the rest of the questions as they come pouring from her mouth but just keeps his eyes on her with that impassive expression. ( this isn't why you're here. ) delilah was not the sort of person he would casually discuss the games with on a normal year but after the events at the tribute ball- the accusations thrown at him by that hateful namesake- the sudden approach and the questions immediately have his guard flying up. "caius-- he's definitely a favorite. then again, so are many others." it comes as no surprise that delilah would gravitate towards the butcher from ten-- birds of a feather and all that.

has dad contacted you? it's almost imperceptible- how his spine straightens ever so slightly- and that scar curling up from his lip almost jumping with how his lip wants to curl in a sneer. there's a sharp snap rising up his throat ( what could he possibly have to discuss with me-- ) only for it to shrivel on his tongue. his mind flashes to that morning- shattering glass, raising his voice until it scraped his throat raw, the ice in his father's voice and eyes- and it's bitterness that rises in his throat, damn near choking him. a funeral-- of course the bastard would tell him that traitors aren't given proper burial rites only to lay her to rest without allowing him to say any sort of goddamn goodbye. "i am not discussing this here," his voice is equally as low, snapping with an almost harsh finality. it's unconscious- how his gaze leaves delilah to bounce around the room, seeking out max- only for his mind to realize there was no max to swoop in and save him from this interaction he did not want to have. ( goddamn caesar. ) blue eyes move back to delilah and his voice stays low, "if that's all, it's been lovely seeing you, lila. but i'm working."

ᴡʜᴏ: DELILAH RIPLEY & KALEB RIPLEY ( @rebellicnrising ) ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: SOMEBODY'S LAUNCH PARTY ᴡʜᴇɴ: MORNING OF THE (PROPER) LAUNCH

According to her parents, Delilah had thrown a tantrum when she was informed – at the ripe age of one, no less – that she would be getting a baby brother. Granted, she cannot remember this ever happening, and therefore is unable to verify the story's authenticity – but it certainly does sound like something she would have done. Having the spotlight ripped away from her and split in two would have certainly put a dampener on her little life – even if she now can no longer remember a life before her brother existed. It didn't matter in the end, anyway. She had barely needed to stretch herself in order to win back their parents' favour, to steal back her spotlight. And the rest, as they say, had been history.

She hears Kaleb before she sees him – a voice that, by virtue of their shared upbringing, she would recognise anywhere. She's not surprised to find him at such an event – it had been instilled in both of them, but Kaleb's love of the games had always far exceeded her own. He had built his entire life around it, after all. Her feet carry her towards the voice before she can think better of it – an insult already forming on the tip of her tongue. When was the last time she'd seen her brother, let alone spoken with him? It must have been before all of that unfortunate business with their mother ( yes, yes, she was terribly sad to hear the news ).

"H. Junior," She greets, shoving a few of her brother's contemporaries out of her way. She knew how greatly he loathed being referred to by their father's name, which is why she took great pleasure in calling him that. "Did you have any money on the games being postponed? Or on half the tributes being M.I.A?" She asks with a wicked grin. "Who's looking good to win this year? I like that awful one from District Ten... butcher, or whatever his name is." A pause, she drops her voice a little lower. "Has dad contacted you? You know... about funeral arrangements?"

[drabbleitout]

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Tagged by: @emelkae over here, thank you so much! My Words to find: fall, twist, ignore, & down Tagging: @spacetimewraithwrites, @concealeddarkness13, @sleepy-night-child, @writeouswriter, @kaiusvnoir, and anyone else who would like to join! (As always, please don't feel pressured or rushed!) Your Words to Find: Guard, Split, Twitch, & Breathe

cw: violence mention, language

Fall(en)

[Beau] was close enough now to read Garnet’s vitals. His temperature had fallen to a near dangerous level, needing to find warmth within the next half hour. From his appearance, he didn’t look as if he would leave in that amount of time. Garnet turned his head to look at him, absent expression wrinkling only faintly into a half-hearted glare. Beau stopped his approach, mirroring his stance by tucking his hands into the pockets of his jacket. His arm was still needing adjustment, feeling odd after its absence. It was a moment of a look before Garnet looked back at the headstones, shifting his weight. “You just can’t leave me alone, huh?” He grumbled. “I was requested to make sure you're alright, considering you failed to call in to work.”

Twist(ed)

Beau’s visuals rebooted, one eye flickering in and out, scrolling his vision with static. It took him a moment to understand what was happening. Twisted about in his seat, he righted himself, sensing the dent in his face at the difficulty of moving his jaw. He peered up at Bryant through static, crowbar held like a baseball bat, face pinched in concentration as he watched Beau. There was a moment Beau’s sensors recognized fear on Bryant’s face. Still gripping his weapon as if he may need to use it again. Defend himself. Terrified of the repercussions as if Beau may suddenly go berserk.  But Beau didn’t dare move. He didn’t want to be hit again, to startle Bryant or disappoint him since he couldn’t answer the question. His HUD warned him of a TLN leak, minor, coming from a line damaged from impact in his cheek.

Ignore

Beau hesitated to enter, focused on one of the flyers taped to the glass door that read NO CLOWNS ALLOWED. "What does this sign mean? Are comedic circus entertainers not allowed in eateries?" "Aw, man!" Valetta dramatically threw her hands on her hips, "Guess that means you'll have to wait in the car, Garnet. Maybe next time." Rolling his eyes, he grabbed her hood, tugging it over her head past her eyes. "You're a fuckin' riot –ignore the sign, doesn't apply to you." Garnet hooked an arm around Beau's neck, pulling him into the bar's dim innards.

Down

"I've been going over your data and you're doing an excellent job, B-Zero." Duras looked up from the tablet in her lap, a smile blooming across her face, "I'm extremely proud of you. I had no idea you'd make progress this quickly." "Thank you," he whispered. "And I've gotten nothing but good things from Captain Ryker and Auditors. There's just one thing..." she looked back down at the tablet, expression changing into a frown. "Do you know anything about this incident with a suspect by the name of Chava Sweet?" She peered up at him through her brows. "I'm not certain if I'm authorized to—" "You don't have to tell me anything regarding investigations, or anything about her really. I want to know why you let her get away." Her tone sharpened, spinning the stylus between her fingers as she continued to stare. He did all he could to remain composed.

[lostwriter--xx3]

Boppy oneshot ft. Soft Poppy

Context: Bea and Poppy, engaged, living on Bea's farm. One day Bea wakes up earlier than usual and sees that Pops isn't beside her, so she wanders around the house/cottage to come to the living room where Poppy is doing her makeup. Bea sneaks up behind her and hugs her from behind, Poppy starts at her sudden presense and her lipstick is smeared. She is mad, so Bea laughs and runs away, leaving Poppy annoyed behind. This goes on for somedays, everytime poppy is annoyoned, and mc is slightly surprised that she doesn't try to stop her from ruining her makeup routine. Somedays it's with haywire hairsprays, sometimes with powder, but no more lipstick accidents. Until oneday, Bea sneaks up behind her and hugs her again. She hasn't been doing that for a while so poppy had let her guard down. So poppy was taken my surprise, and ended up smearing her lipstick again. Bea laughs, and doesn't run away this time, but Poppy is slightly disappointed, unlike usual. Anyways, Bea notices that, and she is slightly concerned. She turns poppy around, i wish I could hold a stylus to save my life so that i could draw a fanart but i can't soooo, just imagine a wooden house bg like the one in LoA, and imagine disheveled poppy looking up at Bea from the opposite sides of a couch.

Bea POV

I was a little concerned as she looked slightly more upset than usual.

"Pops?", I asked gently, brushing her cheek with my thumb with concern. She shook. her head, and stood up abruptly.

"I'm getting late", she said in a voice she generally doesn't use with me. She was about to exit the room when I crossed the distance between us and linked an arm, around her waist, pulled her up against me. What with her attitude, I expected her to push away, but to my shock, she sighed and rested her head on my shoulder.

At this point, I was near alarmed, and I hugged her tighter.

"Poppy? Is everything okay?", I asked frantically. She was quiet as I gently massaged her back.

"Will you....will you still love me as much after we are married?"

Her voice was so quiet, and laced with uncharacteristic uncertainty and vulnerability, that I was taken aback. And I took my fair time in answering.

After a quiet, tense moment, I sighed, holding her closer.

"I cannot predict the future Poppy. Cannot predict what will happen of us. But yes, atleast in this moment, I will promise you that I will love you. Despite everything, I will love you. I don't know how much of it I can keep, but I promise you, you are the love of my life at this moment. And if I'm right, you will be the love of my life forever."

l had expected her to relax and reply with a snarky comment, as she did after the very few emotional moments we had, but instead, I felt her smile against my skin.

"That's good enough for me", she whispered. I smiled as I tilted her head up, she closed her eyes, leaning in for a kiss, but instead, i thumbed her smeared lipstick. "You've got a little something there", I whispered, unable to hold back a pink tint on my cheeks. At first, she seemed confused, until I saw a flicker of recognition pass over her eyes.

As soon as realisation sunk in, her eyes softened more than I have ever seen them soften, and she smiled up at me, a smile with no hidden smirk, no playfulness, no mischief. It was simple, and just......a normal, happy smile. Uncharacteristic smile.

She stood up on tiptoes, and tucked a stray curl from my forehead behind my ear, she rested it against hers.

"I love you so, so much, Bea."

I smiled, closing my eyes with a content sigh.

"I love you too, Pops."

@somewillwin Well skskskks something like this lol, sry for the overlong shit, you asked for it lmao. This is just one among many stuff in my crafts i never got to posting, i actually wanted to submit this for the poppy weekend future day but i kind of got covid so i didn't finish in time, this is still not the best I could do but oh well, still, hope you like this😅😁