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omaano · 6 months ago

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SW Hades AU June Update

Other monthly updates: May - June - July - August

This month I’ve had some time to organize my notes and plans for my Star Wars meets Hades AU - I have a massive table for all of the characters, which original Hades game character they had been modeled after, and whether they need portraits/tokens/keepsakes/crests/etc. it’s colour coded and everything. (Fennec had to be cut out from the lineup and I’m hopelessly heartbroken about the whole thing* 😭)

Everyone has an icon who needs one (I’m sorry about the Echo and Fives one, okay? But they come as a package deal, and I also wanted to make sure that Echo is easily distinguishable from all the other clone characters and not just the average looking clone guy next to Fives who - by order of elimination - must be Echo), and everyone has a crest who needs one (except for maybe Barriss… I feel like that the Jedi order symbol doesn’t fully fit her, but for now I will keep it as a place holder. I can't come up with anything better for her at the moment T^T. The froggie returned to the “chtonic companions” line (it is exactly the plushie that Echo and Fives would give Grogu), and now there is Batcher too! If you notice any similarities between Batcher and Boba’s old rancor rag doll, it’s mostly because I took that one and modified it to fit the lurca hound, since they have a similar back ridge pattern.

I also think that it could be a cute in-universe thing if the Batcher doll had been modified from the rancor. Timelines are very flexible in this AU anyway, so it could be totally plausible.

Speaking of! I have a character sketch for Omega and Batcher!

It took me a while to settle on which version of Omega I wanted to put into this AU, but I am very happy with what I could come up with in the end. I had some trouble with what to do with her face, since Hades is really lacking in young teenage characters, and even Melinoe and Eris from Hades2 didn’t prove to be of much help, so I allowed a bit more of my own style to slip back in. With everything else I think it hit a nice enough balance. I mixed her s2 and s3 appearance into one outfit and gave her back her hat and old crossbow (I know she got a new one from Echo, but I prefer how this one sticks out over her shoulder).

This seems to be a girls’ update, since the next sketch I want to share concepts Bo-Katan and her Nite Owls! I’ve wanted to add them to this AU for ages, but all that armor and posing had just seemed too much of a hassle up until I had to seriously distract myself from some irl stress. So now I’ve got the trio to stand in for the fury sisters as first bosses. (I'll need to adjust Koska a little, I see it now)

God bless whoever’s decided to make one of those 30 cm action dolls of these guys, they had been so helpful when it came to looking up reference details! (While we are at details: I made Koska left handed (I think? Or opposite handed at the very least) because I had been coming up with their composition under the impression that she had her flame thrower in her right vambrace like Din and Boba do, which, upon further inspection, she does not ^^;)

Some in-universe thoughts regarding them: 1) Din can very much lose the Darksaber to whoever kicks his ass if he runs with is as his weapon of choice, and then has to return to reclaim it from that enemy (he doesn’t want to but they are in his way), and if he loses it either to her or another enemy Bo-Katan will most definitely have an opinion on the matter. 2) Boba is more than happy to swoop in as a “godly call” against Koska. If he has the option to claim the Call boon from Boba, it's a pretty good indicator that it will be Koska waiting for him at the end of the level. 3) After a while and enough encounters Axe starts showing up around and in the arena on this AU’s equivalent of the Elysium level. Paz would do anything not to have to talk about that minor detail. (Din: "Why does Axe Woves keep calling you baby girl?" Paz *steam escaping from the edge of his helmet* "how about we stop talking for a while." <- This meme has been on my mind for months, now you have to suffer it with me XD) After that it’s a boss fight of Din vs Paz and Axe.

This post is getting a bit long, so I will leave my progress with Obi-wan’s background to the next update. I will also make a separate post on the new little portrait icons, but I really liked how cute Rex and Omega looked next to each other in the big lineup Q^Q

*the only thing that made me dedicate myself to this decision with a heavy heart is that Fennec had been in the Bad Batch, and that would give me the ideal excuse to imagine her in a Hades2 inspired AU where she is helping Omega (as a stand in for Melinoe). I’ve thought a lot about this even before the test version of the game came out, and a lot of it would track now that I’ve seen some game play and story and characters but. Let’s not be delusional, I can barely keep up with this project, and the Hades2 art style, while super pretty, has a twist on the first game's art style that makes me want to cry when I think about replicating it ^^; so that just remains a nice little thought experiment.

Ventress went through the same thing, mostly because I think that in a strange way she would fit very well with Hecate's role. Especially after that s3 episode where she had her cameo with her new fancy haircut.

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dmwrites · 2 years ago

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Out in the ocean, there are many kinds of fish. Martyn and Scott, the self-named Mean Gills, took to spending their evenings on the Limited Life server pointing out new fish that swam in their waters. If wasn’t the most efficient use of their ever-decreasing life time, but it was enjoyable. The ocean was a mysterious place, and their little island base was prime for making new tropical discoveries. But sometimes, the discoveries found them first.

At first, it was just some food missing out of chests. Scott blamed Martyn, naturally, and Martyn blamed everyone else, but at the end of the day, the Bad Boys’ bread bridge existed for a reason, and that reason was to stead wheat off it it, so it wasn’t really that big of an issue. But then it was weird sounds- both Martyn and Scott kept hearing an odd humming noise, like someone was attempting to sing a song they didn’t know. There were also strange flashes of bioluminescence at night sometimes, which wove itself around coral deep down before vanishing completely. It was odd, but the Mean Gills mostly dismissed it all. Too much going on on the surface to really worry about what the ocean held.

Or so they thought.

It was Scott who saw him first- a dark head of hair and piercing blue eyes watching him as he planted some seeds one afternoon. Scott let out a yelp and scrambled for his bow.

“What’s up?” Martyn asked in concern, jumping down from his hourglass, sword raised.

By the time Scott had his bow in hand, the head was gone. Scott sighed crossly. “I swear I just saw someone with dark brown hair watching me.”

“Dark brown hair… who on earth could that be… Bdubs?” Martyn asked.

“No, this person was paler then Bdubs.”

“Scar?”

“Scar would have accidentally drowned.”

“True. Uhh, Joel?”

“Maybe.” Scott muttered. At that moment, Joel happened to be passing by on the shoreline, holding some raw beef, assumedly from team T.I.E.S.‘s base.

“Joel. You’re not wet from spying on us, are you?.” Scott called out to him.

Joel reacted in his own crude way. “What? Of course I’m not wet, you idiots. You two aren’t even handsome enough for me to be wet. Or even get in the water for you.”

“Ew.” Scott commented as Joel swagged off into the forest. There was an echoing giggle at that that sounded nothing like anyone they knew.

“Who was that?” Martyn cried, looking all around. “We heard you, fucker. Stop playing coy- just kill us if you’re jonesing for it!”

There was a moment of silence, and then a splash. A man appeared on their island, pulling himself until his arms and chest were resting on the grass. He smiled at them, giggling again.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it.”

Scott grabbed at Martyn, who pointed his sword at the intruder. “Who- what on earth are you, some kind of fish or something?”

“Or something…” the man smiled, and Scott and Martyn could see a few rows of sharp, pointed teeth. “I’m xB. Was just hanging out in these here waters, saw I had some new neighbors. Had to do a prank, it’s just good manners.”

“Do you live here?” Martyn asked, bewildered.

“I live where there’s water, really. And I assume this fun little place is yours?” xB glanced around, and as he did, a glittering tail slapped at the water behind him.

“Oh my god, are you a merman?” Martyn asked in wonder.

“Or something.” xB repeated, a small smile playing on his lips. “You can look at my tail if you want. Come in the water with me.”

“Sweet.” Martyn took off his shoes.

“Wha- Martyn, what are you doing? This could be a trap!” Scott said, putting a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“Sure, but if it is, I lose an hour. We still got a bit of time left on the bank, my friend. And if worse comes to worse, it’ll be a hell of a story to tell, I suppose.”

Scott considered that. “Fair.” He jumped into the water, Martyn followed, and they both ducked under the waves.

xB was a sight to behold, with the upper body of a guy in a black hoodie, and the lower half of some great fish. His scales were a shimmery dark blue, kind of similar to the sculk that the ancient cities was overrun with. He was clearly strong, as even the simple movement of his tail sent minor shockwaves through the water. Scott and Martyn stayed under the water, staring at this creature, until they both started taking damage.

“Hey Scott- team meeting?” Martyn said as soon as they were both back on the island, pulling Scott to the side. “So, what on earth do we do about this?”

Scott looked over at xB and clicked his tongue. “I mean, he’s cute. Not really my type, but cute.” Scott murmured.

“Same. But like, I dunno, I feel like I could make an exception every once in a while. Something about him. Maybe we could just kinda let him stick around for eye candy.”

“Ew, you fish fucker.” Scott joked, hitting Martyn’s arm.

“You’re one to talk… I’ve heard your stories from times gone past.” Martyn replied, chuckling.

xB just watched them with a gentle smile on his face, his tail waving lazily in the water behind him.

“I’m gonna be honest, I get the feeling he’s not going to just leave if we ask.” Scott said, bringing the conversation back around. “But, to be fair, he could be useful to us, if we play our cards right. Siren call our enemies into the ocean or something. Can he do that?”

“Maybe.” xB said slyly from the water.

“We love a man of mystery.” Scott said dryly.

“Alright, xB, you’re on the team. Welcome to the Mean Gills.” Martyn said.

“The what?”

——

In terms of alliances, it was an odd one. xB was more like a pet then anything, if a pet could make jokes like “Oh, so you have, like, an expiration date. Like food.” when learning about their life timers. He mostly hung out on rocks out a sea, or peered at them at the side of their island base. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, the way he looked at them from time to time, but he was funny and had a sweet giggle that echoed throughout the cove. He’d found out that Martyn and Scott thought he was going to lure them out to sea, which tickled him, and took to joking about it constantly.

“Oh my god. Scott, look at this, he’s definitely doing that on purpose.” Martyn said one mid-morning, looking out at the ocean with a hand shielding his eyes from the sun.

“Who?”

“xB. Come look.”

Scott sighed, walking over. “Martyn, I think you’re slut-shaming, he’s not showing off on pur- oh no, that’s definitely on purpose. Good lord.”

xB had draped himself onto a rock out at sea, warming himself in the sun. The deep blues and blacks of his scales shimmered with the water and the sun, and he had taken off his hoodie.

“Boo, you whore!” Scott called to him, cupping his hands over his mouth. xB just waved and giggled, a sound that carried all the way across the sea to reach them.

“I dunno, he does look good though.” Martyn muttered. “Like a damn siren’s call or something, forreal.”

“It’s just because Ren isn’t here, let’s be real.” Scott said loftily. Martyn pushed him into the ocean, and xB swam over to rescue him, which lead to a slew of jokes and laughter.

——

Unfortunately, the light days of jokes and warm ocean air were only sweet for so long. As timers ticked down, everyone became more desperate. Death was more devastating, and, after a while, permanent. Scott and Martyn didn’t escape this terror and bloodlust, of course, but they did find that their island was a bit of a safe haven- it seemed like they were forgotten about a lot of the time, and that was perfectly fine to the Mean Gills. xB helped as he could, bringing them fish to eat and humming his little songs to welcome them home. He also took to circling the island, watching for outsiders for them while they slept. Neither Scott nor Martyn spoke of it, but they both felt like they had a secret weapon in xB. They were protected, or as protected as anyone can be in such situations.

“One hour left for me, I’m afraid.” Martyn said quietly, on the day they knew would be the last. The Mean Gills’ final stand, they’d decided, would be here, on the island, with xB at their side. They didn’t know who was left, but had heard several explosions throughout the day.

Scott sighed, standing up and brushing off his pants. “I can’t just sit here and stare at you until you die. I’m going to go see if there’s anything left to loot. Maybe I can steal a kill or two and get you some more time somehow. Be safe, Martyn. I’ll be back before the hour is up. I promise.” Scott hugged Martyn tight. “xB, watch over him.”

“Of course.” xB replied softly, playing with the shoelace of Martyn’s shoe. He and Martyn watched Scott boat out to the shore, and vanish into the trees.

Martyn let out a long breath. “I can’t believe this is it. Like, less than an hour left. And all I can do is watch. It’s almost- it’s stupid, really. We are all controlled by these stupid numbers, and our options are to fight or just sit around and wait for death. How awful. I wonder if they’re satisfied- well, never mind about all that.”

“You know…” xB began. “There could be another way.”

“What?” Martyn looked down at xB, confused.

“You could die on your own terms.” xB said, maddeningly vague.

“How?” Martyn was wracking his brain, trying to imagine a world where he could tell the watchers to fuck off by defying them. That was more Scott’s area then his. xB said nothing, but dove into the sea. “Wha- oh my god, so now you play hard to get?” Martyn muttered, and dove in after him.

xB wasn’t far, just floating in place under the water, smiling at Martyn. Martyn would never admit it out loud, but the merman was really quite pretty, in his own way.

“It’s a noble thing, you know, to die to the sea.” xB said softly, taking Martyn’s head in his hands, rubbing one thumb gently across his cheek.

Martyn stared into those bright blue eyes, and suddenly, he understood. “I suppose it is.” Martyn replied, filling his lungs with water as he spoke. And he slowly drowned himself, one tick of damage at at time, until his body was still, only held up by xB’s hands.

Scott saw the message in chat and he choked out a moan of sorrow. He hasn’t even been there, too busy scavenging abandoned chests for any supplies for their final stand. Well, Scott supposed, only his final stand now.

He looked down at the timer on his arm. One hour left. He’d always been just one hour ahead of Martyn, a little bit luckier. He bit back some tears, urging himself to just keep moving, back to the base.

As soon as he emerged from the tree line that opened up into the island base, a gasp died in his throat. A body was floating face-up in the ocean. Martyn, clearly dead. His chest was gone, mangled so badly that Scott retched. His blood was slowly dyeing the ocean a cloudy red.

Scott put down a boat and rowed back to his island, the Coral Kids base, some kind of sick curiosity overtaking him. And then a head popped up beside Martyn’s, still chewing.

“Oh my god.” Scott jumped out of his boat just in time, as a huge tail cleaved it in half.

“I prefer xB.” Those clever blue eyes watched Scott’s every movement, and even though he didn’t dare get close to the edge of the land, he could see that xB’s beard and hair were littered with gore.

“You’re not some pretty mermaid, are you?” Scott said quietly.

“No.” xB chuckled. Another death message appeared in chat. Scott ignored it.

“You’re a shark.”

“I’m whatever you want to call me. Doesn’t matter. You haven’t got much longer. What, like an hour now?”

“No.” Scott lied.

“You could die on your own terms, you know. Isn’t that what you’re all about, Scott?The ocean saved you this whole time, and it can save you again. You don’t have to watch your death come.”

“Oh, what, so Martyn took control of his own destiny, huh?” Scott asked.

“Martyn died in my arms and the ocean’s embrace. Bit romantic, really. And isn’t that just what you want, Scott? A bit of fucked up romance?” xB giggled.

“I’m not- shut the fuck up. I’m not going to obey your siren’s call.” Scott pointed his bow at xB in rage.

xB shrugged. “Okay. I’ll just be here when you can’t stand it anymore.” And he began to swim, slowly circling the Mean Gills island, eyes locked on Scott. He wasn’t a protector at all, but a buzzard circling the beginnings of a carcass.

Thunder clap after thunder clap, Scott watched his friends’ death messages in chat. Martyn’s body floated listlessly in the water. And Scott cursed this world, cursed its rules, and cursed xBcrafted, because he was right. All Scott did was defy the rules the world tried to set for him. He didn’t have to die to a sword to the throat or a timer ticking down to zero. He and xB knew that.

“Damn you, xB.” Scott whispered, finally, and the words felt like some kind of terrible relief.

And so, with the remains of his life ticking down to the end, an end that he sought to control, Scott jumped, down into the water stained red, into the cool arms of a brutal, yet defiant, death.

#limited life smp #scott smajor #martyn inthelittlewood #xbcrafted #long post #gore tw

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meiliarotten · 1 year ago

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Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Two: Electric Boogaloo

Day 3: Lace And Silk (Lingerie)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Sniper x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sniper comes back from a difficult day of mercenary work to find you waiting with a surprise that’s sure to cheer him up

Tags: Lingerie, oral, semi-clothed

Word Count: 1.7k

The Masterlist

You shifted uncomfortably in the fuzzy white bathrobe, trying not to let the heat bother you too much. If you could have, you would have tried to ‘borrow’ one of those thin silky evening robes that Spy was so fond of, but you highly doubted he would appreciate that, especially considering the particular activities you were planning on engaging in. You squirmed as your mind began to wander, becoming very aware of the little surprise you had donned. All you had to do now was wait, and as luck would have it, you didn’t need to wait for much longer at all.

The sound of the van door opening caught your attention immediately, along with the frustrated mutterings of someone who had most likely had a difficult day on the battlefield. Sniper entered the camper, cursing under his breath as he stored his rifle away, proving your suspicions correct. Luckily, you were there to turn his mood around.

“Hard day?” you asked, giving him a sympathetic look. Sniper turned to you, actually looking more tired than angry.

“That would be an understatement, love.” He winced, as if remembering the pain of a wound that had been long since healed by the beam of the Medigun. “I swear to god, sometimes it’s like I’m fighting with the most incompetent group of…” he trailed off, noticing your odd choice of clothing. “What are you wearing, doll? In case you haven’t noticed, we’re in the middle of the desert. Not exactly the best environment for extra layers.”

“Hm, I suppose you’re right,” you said, casually dropping the robe to reveal a charming set of scarlet lingerie. Sniper’s breath caught in his throat, and you grinned. Any lingering grievances about his work had no doubt fled his mind at the sight of you.

“Bloody hell, you got all dolled up like this for me?” he asked, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. His hands shifted lower, traveling over your lace clad bottom and down to toy with the thin garters that wrapped around your thighs.

You couldn’t help but beam with pride as Sniper admired you. “I knew you would like it.”

“Like it? Oh, I love it darling.” He leaned down to kiss you, wasting no time parting your lips with his tongue. You wove your fingers through his short hair, knocking his hat to the floor with a soft thud.

You pulled back for air, your hands having come to rest on Sniper’s shoulders. The tension was obvious. It was clear that work was especially hard on him today, and you were more than willing to help ease his mind.

“How about I help you get rid of some of that stress?” you asked, leaning in with a seductive smirk. By the time you and Sniper were done, the workday would be a distant memory. He didn’t answer, at least not verbally. Instead he opted to let his actions speak for him, picking you up and carrying you to the bed with your legs wrapped around his hips. He was a lot stronger than his lanky build would suggest.

Once you were laid back on the mattress Sniper occupied himself by kissing along your neck and collar while his hands traveled down your body. He lingered on the texture of lace, silk, and your warm, blushing skin. Every so often his nails would graze against you, not enough to scratch, but just enough to send shivers up your body and make your hair stand on end.

He paused when he reached the waistband of your panties, his fingers hovering around the elastic and just barely touching your hips. He stayed like this until you began to squirm. You could feel his cock, hard yet confined behind layers of clothing, and it was making you rather impatient. The soft groan made when your thigh brushed up against his groin was cut off by you pulling him upward, pressing your lips to his.

“Fuck me, please,” you whispered against his ear when you eventually parted. The noticeable shudder you got in response was very rewarding.

“Of course, darling,” Sniper groaned, his voice shaking with need. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of the lacy panties before suddenly stopping once again. You glanced up at him, head tilted in confusion at his hesitancy.

“Why did you stop?” you asked, suddenly worried that something was wrong. Sniper simply shook his head.

“It’s nothing, love- it’s just so bloody gorgeous.” He paused, grinning wide enough to show off sharp canines. “Too gorgeous to take off, in fact.”

Before you could say another word, he pulled the crotch of your underwear to the side, exposing you without entirely removing the garment. You gasped as he ran a finger along your slit, coating it with your slickness. A whine slipped past your lips when he traced a circle over your clit, using just enough pressure to make you squirm with need.

“ Mundy, please ,” you gasped, and that seemed to finally get you what you needed. You saw your lover’s eyes light up at the sound of his name, a kind of hunger coming to the surface that you were quite familiar with.

Without a moment to spare, Sniper shifted lower, kissing your inner thighs and teasing you with a few soft bites before finally letting his tongue delve into you. His lips closed over your clit, creating a sensation that had you trembling, almost unable to resist the urge to buck against his mouth. One of his hands held the crotch of your underwear out of the way while the other stroked your leg from hip to knee, dragging his nails over the supple skin every so often.

Your back arched off the mattress as you tried to keep yourself from clamping your thighs around Sniper’s head. He groaned against you and the vibrations had your legs trembling. You could feel the pleasure building, but you didn’t want this to end just yet.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come if you keep that up!” you warned, weaving your fingers into Sniper’s hair and tugging gently.

He allowed you to pull him away with a low groan. He rushed to free his cock, not even pausing to undress fully before setting upon you. Sniper kissed and sucked at your neck as he teased you by pressing the head of his cock against your panties. You could just barely feel him through the fabric.

“Ready, doll?”

“Yes,” you gasped. “Please, fuck me!”

You reached down, pulling the lacy red garment to the side just as he had earlier. Sniper entered you with little issue, given how wet you already were. You gripped his hair as he entered you, tugging hard enough to make him growl. He started thrusting into you, hard.

Your legs were hooked around his hips, drawing him into you with every thrust. You trembled as you tried to brace yourself up on your elbows, trying to watch him as he slammed into you. It was so fast and rough, and you couldn’t hold yourself up long before you collapsed back onto the bed, grabbing at the sheets.

One especially nice thing about doing this in the van was that you could moan as loudly as you wanted, and there was little risk of anyone overhearing. Sniper loved hearing your voice, he loved knowing that he was the one making you sound like that. It only spurred him on, driving you both towards completion. You heard him muttering soft curses against your ear as he grew close, cupping your hips and ass almost possessively, hard enough to leave bruises.

“Please!” you gasped, unsure what you were even begging for, clawing at his back as you began to lose control.

Sniper’s lips were beginning to wander as much as his hands, thoroughly laying claim to your body with kisses and bites. He focused most on your breasts, on the areas just above the low cut bra, seeming intent on making the skin just as red as the fabric. You wondered if such a thing was even possible. The way he grazed his teeth over your flesh introduced a hint of pain, but you didn’t ask him to stop. It only added to the pleasure.

“Say my name again, doll,” Sniper said, his teeth clenched as he struggled to hold back, knowing you were close too. “Scream it! I want everyone to know exactly who’s making you feel good.”

“Mundy,” you moaned, struggling with the effort it took to get out any coherent words.

“Louder!”

“Mundy!” you repeated, nearly screaming when he began to rub his thumb over your clit. Your body practically convulsed as he stroked you in time with his thrusts.

“So beautiful, so fucking gorgeous, and all mine ,” Sniper sighed, as if reassuring himself that this was real, that you were his, and he was the one pleasuring you. He wanted to see you come for him.

“I’m- oh fuck, Mundy! I’m close!” You were barely able to speak, stammering through your words. Even if you couldn’t speak, the heightened volume and pitch of your moans most likely got the message across well enough.

“Yeah, that’s it doll, come on my cock like a good girl,” Sniper moaned, finally coming undone and thrusting unevenly as he filled you. Your own climax followed, ravaging your body and setting your nerves alight. You screamed his name, unable to say anything else, repeating it like a mantra until you eventually calmed down, moans dissolving into soft whimpers as your energy drained.

Sniper collapsed next to you and the two of you stared off into nothing as your breathing steadied. Using the last bit of your strength, you took off the lingerie, tossing it to the floor before curling up next to the gunman. The fancy frills and lace were fun in the moment, but now that you weren’t actively being fucked senseless you were acutely aware of how constricting and sweaty they were. Eventually you would need to find a way to sneak them into the laundry without them catching the eye of any other members of the team. That, however, was an issue for another time.

“So, I take it you’re a bit less stressed now?” you asked, admiring the sight of Sniper’s blissed out expression, still staring dreamily at the ceiling of his camper.

He chuckled faintly and his eyes drifted shut. You didn’t resist when he pulled you closer to him, eagerly entwining your limbs together as you relaxed into his embrace. “I hardly remember what I was upset about in the first place, darling.”

#tf2 x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #merc x reader #minors dni #smut #tf2 smut #team fortress 2 #cross posted on ao3 #tf2 #sniper x reader #sniper team fortress 2 #tf2 sniper #sniper tf2 #team fortress #team fortress sniper #kinktober

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hazelnut-u-out · 2 years ago

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episode review time....

(contains spoilers for "ricktional mortpoon's rickmas mortcation")

let me preface this by saying i love rick and i do not want to sound like a hater lol.

i'm not even gonna pretend to be enthralled by the prospect of breaking this episode down. it was good, even great in a lot of ways, but... it broke a part of me, i think.

i feel betrayed. i feel morty's heartbreak. i really do.

it was a decent exploration of rick attempting to heal while he's not ready yet. he's not ready to move on and get better if it's going to be hard work.

...and honestly? i'm angry with him for that.

i'm angry with rick for victim blaming morty, yet AGAIN. for acting entitled to morty's forgiveness. for lying and tricking that little boy into thinking someone real cared about him.

for dragging a 14yo into something this heavy. this destructive. this reckless. this unforgiving and all-consuming.

GOD i am so sick of this. i'm all for rick's healing, but why is it being put before morty's every time? i mean... i get that there's four more seasons to go. morty has plenty of time to be given justice, but... i feel so bad for him.

i think i'm giving it a 7.5/10 after a rewatch because it really was wonderfully and realistically written.

i don't want to come across as too harsh, because i definitely do sympathize with rick. i don't think it's necessarily a bad thing to break the audience. i think that's a wonderful tool of art. nor do i think protagonists have to be good. it's just a harsh reality that your beloved protagonist is destined to be the villain in the story, though, and i feel like that's what rick is fated to be for morty.

i attribute most of my negative feelings towards my morty bias and my emotional attachment to the last episode.

okay... general thoughts, as always:

-is it bad to say i prefer rick bot over real rick? because, uhhh... i do. he wove his way into my heart by the end of all of this. poor dude. he really loved his family. i kinda wished we could've kept him around.

why couldn't we?

give morty a decent grandpa challenge: go!

i think he's my new favorite rick aside from c-137. what a badass wholesome peepaw of a dude!!!

-morty loves his family so damn much, and it feels like none of them have really earned that from him. he wants his family to have a nice christmas, even if his is going to shit.

-morty crying when curtis yelled at him made me tear up.

"he's busy and i hate him!"

it's just the last little thing he needed to break down. he's a little kid who's having the worst christmas imaginable, and... no one cares about fixing that for him.

other than rick bot.

-i actually loved the moment where rick says he'll get "neurotypical cooties," and implies that neurotypicals aren't creative. casual autism rep lol.

-rick victim blaming morty once again... ugh... bro just immediately regressed.

all morty had to do was say he was "boring." rick just proved that he'd have pulled another "the vat of acid episode" if he hadn't made rick bot.

how many hurtful things do you think you've said to morty, rick? bc i can guarantee it's a million times more hurtful than anything you've ever heard come from morty's mouth. especially "boring."

tbh... i think that it might say something about his character that he didn't do that, and he chose to give morty a better grandpa instead, but also...

ouch.

i know it's a statement about how he needs to tie up his unfinished business before he can move on and really put in the work, but... morty must just feel like he's not worth the effort of apologizing.

the man that morty follwed down into that lab isn't the one who said "i'm sorry." he's not the one that said "i love you too." he's not the one who hugged morty.

the man who said those things is not the grandpa that morty chose all the way back in "solaricks."

morty is consistently willing to put the work into helping rick, but he's constantly shown that rick can't be bothered to put the effort into helping him.

-the fact that morty felt bad for yelling at rick? i just wanted to tell him that he has a right to be upset...

-notice how not one member of the family mentions morty's absence from the holiday family time? yikes...

poor little guy.

i think this is why that reveal bothered me so much... he thought someone real cared about him. he thought a real person cared about saying "i'm sorry. i love you too." to him.

but no.

-what's even more heartbreaking? he learned to care about rick bot. that was the grandpa he wanted, but he doesn't even get to choose that, anymore.

"i don't want another you!"

-bro rick just won't let up. the lightsaber bit? GOD, man. just let the kid have a moment.

-something is so comically wrong with rick's ability to create AI systems lmao. they're always so sassy and go against his orders. the garage? the car? dude... maybe rethink your stance on AI autonomy. you're giving it more freewill than you allow your grandson.

-i literally can't even be upset with morty for being angry with rick. i'm here for it. smoke his ass, lil junebug!

-poor rick bot trying to come clean to his family. that guilt sure did eat him alive :((

look at him with his girls... :(

i guess that explains his softer voice acting for last ep and this ep. he's just a completely different rick.

-it kept making me upset that rick demonized morty over and over again for trying to stick up for himself. it was really hard to watch him not even try to pretend to care about earning morty's trust, respect, and forgiveness.

he HONESTLY thinks he's entitled to it.

-MORTY!! YOU ADORABLE LITTLE BADASS!

-curtis is such an ass lmao. gay icon.

-noticed these gay lil soldiers. ship them!!

-I. LOVE. RICK. BOT.

go dude, go!! he's honestly so sweet... i'm going to genuinely, deeply mourn this character.

-haha, how cute is it that morty acts like a little adventure expert? "slowly closing door! slide!"

-poor rick bot... suicidal ass :(

-dude, morty just cannot catch a break, huh?

"i've always wanted to fight with a lightsaber, but not like this! you ruined it!"

every time i think this kid is gonna get a piece of his childhood back, it's like... nope!

-the joke about the robot with lightsabers for eyes was actually so funny.

-okay, okay... the slow motion scenes WERE hilarious. i must admit.

-it broke me when morty said he was done with forgiveness... especially to see him follow rick down to that lab just a few moments later...

will he ever stop hoping that people can be better? will he ever stop sacrificing himself to his own detriment?

one thing about morty? he's gonna try to do the right thing. the noble thing.

-ugh... poor morty... i hate the fact that this pushed him to trust rick again. i hate the fact that he had to lose rick bot.

and rick twisting the meaning of rick bot's words, too? i don't think rick bot meant for rick to offer to drag morty into this.

oh, well... i can just tell this dynamic in s7 is going to be harrowing. morty just wants to believe his grandpa can be good. i hope he can :(

-lmao why is rick essentially curtis's tech sugar daddy? slay i guess?

-this ending scene is heartbreaking. morty once again a slave to his grandpa's madness? so obviously terrified? morty's just a kid, and what an unfair choice to force him to make...

"it's going to take over your life, morty!"

"it's the most painful shit i've ever been through and i'm fucking bringing you into it, because you asked for it!"

did he ask for it...? crying and sobbing.

i am super excited for the new season, though! it seems like they're gonna be ballsy and make it hyper-serialized when in comparison to the rest of the show, which... hell yeah!!

i guess i'm both excited and anxious to see what they do to my boys, though. i really need them to heal and work together. i was really starting to hope that rick was starting to treat morty like a partner- or, at least, a kid who's feelings, wants, and needs matter just as much as his own.

just like morty to lay himself upon the altar so that rick may bathe in his blood- a fitting sacrifice. a noble end.

i'm about to custom make a tee with morty's face on it that just says: "SAVE THE BABY 2023"

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #morty smith #ricktional mortpoon's rickmas mortcation #rick and morty spoilers

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tavyliasin · 6 months ago

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Upon The Devil's Stage - Raphael Romance Event

My second entry into the Make Raphael Romanceable event by @dmagedgoods because I felt like the first wasn't quite romantic enough. This one could follow on as a sequel, or stand on its own as a little one shot~

--- Raphael has returned to sweep Tav off their feet, wondering if they can truly dance to the steps he has set before them. Tav has long waited for this chance, the unspoken promise, drawn to the warmth of the Cambion's flame. --- Click here to read on AO3 1860 Words

Pairing: Raphael x Gender Neutral Tav SPICE Rating: 0/5, we're only here for the romance again~ Content Warnings: None Spoilers: End game and post game spoilers alluded to though not the focus. Canon Compliance: Ah, if only~ This can be the canon of your post-game dreams, if you wish!

Paired Song Whisper by Burn the Ballroom "His favorite days were the mornings She came with confessions of cardinal sin A beast in the business of selling forgiveness Dead eyes on a treacherous grin Yet he laps up the vice like a wolf in the night He's the left hand of God on the stage And with one hand he offers salvation to lovers The other, it taketh awaySo give me your fire, give me your fear Give me your faith when love gives you tears Give me your heart, give me your fate Give me your hand when love gives you hate Give me your prayers up on your feet And I'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats So give me your sins, give me your lies But whisper your love, and I'll whisper mine."

--- Full Fic Below The Cut! ---

Upon The Devil's Stage

Poetry. That’s what he was, a song written in lyrics designed to enthral whilst the music of his rhyme captured Tav’s heart and soul.

Thief. Though he would never admit to such a word being applied to himself, he stole the stage he walked upon, took the spotlight and outshone even that.

Playwrite.

The script he wrote became a performance all were drawn to, characters populating his world, a whole cast of little mice rushing through the maze and hoping to find the promised prize at the centre.

Raphael.

A Devil in name and nature, and yet he was also far more than the abject evil of old fairy tales written to warn Tav away from the temptation - temptation which evidently they had not been warned clearly enough about as they let him lead them in a waltz of his own composition. He called himself a saviour, once, and perhaps it would amuse him to see the daydreams in Tav’s head of the devil as the knight in shining armour, the prince coming to sweep them off their feet.

And yet…no romance novel printed on cheap parchment could compare to the image of the cambion dressed in his finest silks, hair swept back between horns that curved wickedly above like a crown without jewels. Raphael was purple prose brought to life on reality’s page, a vivid violet swirl of perfect cursive script spelling out the poise and grace he wove into every word and motion.

It didn’t take a contract to have Tav accepting the hand offered to them, to follow him onto the dancefloor that appeared around them as the reality of the mundane melted away. Perhaps the ease in which he transported them both across planes without so much as a question first should have been a concern, but their only worry now was putting a foot astray in the devil’s dance.

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Raphael smiled. His favourite client, his Little Mouse, and they were radiant in the glow of his glory. A simple spell had transformed their dreary armour into fine silks that far better matched their status at his side - the soon-to-be Archduke of the Hells could not allow appearances to slide, even without any audience.

How he loved the way they hesitated for half a second before placing their small hand within his own, the way he could hear their heart stop for just a moment as his claws closed around their fingers. Such a fragile mortal soul, and yet Raphael could not deny that they had impressed him. He had told them once, that he had grown fond of them in his own way, and not one syllable of that had been a lie.

—

“Where’s the orchestra?” Tav finally found their voice in the genuine confusion at how there was now a swirl of beautiful music wrapping around them, as they gazed up towards the Cambion’s stern features as if looking for their answer in the charming wrinkles that decorated his face so beautifu-

“The invisible choir sing when they are bidden, Little Mouse.” He spoke with a slight smile in the edge of his voice, the implication of a hundred lost souls just out of sight and at his command… It was not helping slow the rate of Tav’s racing heart. Raphael held such power so easily, so casually… His words were law, and his laws were as immutable as the Devil’s own capricious charms. “Do you not like the melody? It can be changed in but a moment if-” “No, no! It’s wonderful, really.” Tav almost bit their own tongue to punish it when they realised they had interrupted him mid-sentence. “I- Sorry I didn’t mean to…” Their voice lost all power under the burning gaze of the cambion above them, though to their surprise his expression creased into a smile within a moment.

“Music, Mouse, was made to be danced to.” Raphael pulled them closer, one hand still entwined with theirs, his other wrapping easily around their waist. It was difficult to reach his shoulder when he was in this form, so Tav had to settle for gripping the sleeve that barely hid the strength beneath.

The musicians, still unseen, rose to a crescendo with a swell of strings as the devil began to lead their dance.

Masterful feet wove a path around the ballroom, sweeping Tav between the shadows of a hundred fellow dancers who had neglected to attend the grandiose event made for two. No dream that had drifted through their sleepless nights could compare to the reality of the warmth of his hand on the curve of their back, no waking reverie of romance could match up to the almost weightless sensation of their waltz. Nothing could have prepared Tav for the moment he leaned over, taking the balance of their weight on his arm as he dipped them low, leaving his lips just a hair’s breadth from their own.

Before they could catch their breath, or gather their senses enough to steal the kiss they had long dreamed of, the devil smirked and lifted them back to their feet. Their mind was spinning in the same manner as their body did while the dance continued, each move a push and pull that brought them tantalisingly close only to create distance once more.

The heat of the cambion’s body, the grace of his movements, the danger of being so close to the power and devilish charm he possessed… Tav felt like they were dancing in the heart of a fire, and they had not one care if they were to burn to ash right there and then.

—

Raphael savoured each moment like a delicacy. Watching the breath catch in Tav’s throat, seeing their pulse quicken almost imperceptibly through the exposed part of their neck, noticing how their lips almost wanted to chase him every time he pulled away.

He had often spoken to them of how he preferred clients to be desperate, to be left with no option, no thought beyond turning to him and begging for his aid. This was…not the same, not quite. He did not want them broken and bowed with their knees in the dirt, he wanted…not an equal, but something close. Someone who could challenge him. Someone who would desire everything he was and everything he could be, but one who would not be afraid to chase it.

And thus, Raphael had set the lanceboard pieces upon the table, making each move and daring Tav to take what they wanted. Were he to be the one to show his desire for them openly? That would not do, the balance of power would shift. He had perhaps gone far further than he might have liked in creating this moment, in calling them his favourite client, in revealing his fondness for them more than once… But that was the limit of his grace in showing them he was receptive to an advance. They had to be the one to want him, and he was to be the one to so generously allow them to be close.

“You dance well, Little Mouse.” A simple compliment, earning him a smile and the blush that spread across their cheeks - of course, it helped that his whisper was directed into their ear, lips almost brushing the ever reddening tip.

“I could say the same of you, Raphael.” Ah, there it was. A little more confidence, that edge of bravery returning, driven by the desire he was stoking within them so carefully. He allowed one more soft breath across their ear - a gentle bellows to grow the flames within them - before he pulled away again.

This time, however, Tav was faster.

—

The tension was infuriating. Tav couldn’t tell if Raphael was merely teasing them, or waiting for them to make the first move. Either way, if they didn’t do something about it soon, they were certain it would leave them with nothing but a lifetime of regret when the music reached its final cadence.

The depth of his voice, the heat of the air that carried it, the scent of his perfume so close to them… When the cambion tried to move away this time, their hand found a grip on his horns instead, holding him a few inches from their face as he embraced them in a dancer’s dip in his arms.

“Not this time. Wait.” They had meant it as a request, but desperation turned the words to more of a command.

“Issuing orders? To me?” Raphael’s eyebrows raised, a slight smile toying at the edge of his lips. “My, my, Little Mouse. We have become so very brave in the face of the cat. Perhaps I should drop you right here upon the floor.”

“You don’t want to do that.” Tav continued, emboldened in the knowledge he could have fully pulled away at any moment…yet he allowed them to hold him here. They even softened their grip to caress his horns, smooth, sharp, dangerous and regal… Everything that they admired in him.

“Oh? And what is it that I want from a mere mortal such as yourself?” His voice was subtly lower now, the spaces between his words saying far more than the sound.

“I don’t know,” Tav admitted, their hand drifting from his natural crown to the side of his cheek, “but I know what I want. And I’m tired of waiting for it.” They threw caution into the depths of the inferno and stole his lips in a kiss, savouring the heat of his touch and the scent of cherry that was almost intoxicating as he softened, yielding - in so much as a devil would ever yield to a mortal - and returning their affection with his own. The cat might have set the trap, but as long as they still got the reward they had yearned for, the mouse did not care that the cambion’s claws were firmly embedded in their soul. They had danced to his tune, waltzed right onto the board of his game willing to sacrifice every piece they had if he were to ask.

—

Devil. The name that most would give the man with a crown of horns, eyes like living fire, and a burning desire to rule all the hells. And what would that make Tav, now? Willing to take his hand, to follow him into the depths of Avernus and beyond just to be at his side… Ally. No, more than that. This was no brokered deal of warring nations, nor a mere friendship between neighbours. Their goals had aligned, in such a way as they might. Partners, perhaps… Putting a name to the lack of space between their lips felt like a fool’s errand. Saviour. The title he gave himself when they first met had proven true, in its own way. Appearing when he wished to, giving them not what they wanted but only what they needed to prove themselves. To be worthy of him. “Raphael.” His name tasted all the sweeter whispered into his kiss, the last seal of a fate they would choose a thousand times without a second thought as he swept them away into the night.

--- --- ENDING NOTES --- --- Would you dance with the devil? What song might you pick for his invisible orchestra to play for you as he whisks you around the ballroom? Thank you for joining me with these little event pieces, it's always fun to write some Raphael content~ He's truly fascinating and captivating as a character, we were blessed by some wonderful writing and performances in the game, with the stunning art and animation to match.

#makeraphaelromanceable #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 fanfiction #raphael x tav #bg3 raphael #SFW romance #Spotify

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strangerthingssteddiebrainrot · 2 years ago

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This was written for the Steddie Valentine's exchange fic. Many thanks to @be-the-spark-flyboy for organizing the event, and to my Secret Valentine @it-gets-worse-at-night , I hope you enjoy the fic!

Note! It gets a little spicy near the end, so if you wanna skip that then look for the lemon line break!

5 Times Steve Left Eddie Speechless and the 1 Time Eddie Returned the Favour

The Punkification of Steve Harrington

5 - The Haircut

Monday morning were the worst Eddie thought to himself as he grabbed his books from his locker and slammed it shut. He was in a mood today, but it helped him as he could see the newly crowned Billy and his ilk being obnoxious a few lockers down from him, Billy bragging about how he kicked Steve's ass because he suspected the man to be targeting his little sister. Eddie snorted to himself, anyone with eyes could see how much Billy loathed his sister, constantly leaving her behind and correcting everyone who said sister to call her 'step-sister'. But god forbid anyone question the King and his law, so of course all the girls were fawning over his 'selfless nature'. The whole thing made Eddie want to puke, even if he was internally cheering over Steve Harrington getting his comeuppance twice in just as many years.

Just as he was about to take off to class, a sudden silence fell in the hall. Turning back to see what happened, his jaw, along with everyone else's, dropped. There was Steve Harrington, walking into school with a busted face, and all the hair shaved off the sides of his head leaving him with only his signature swoop going down to the nape of his neck. It was a drastic change for Steve 'The Hair' Harrington, and it almost overshadowed his busted face and the angry line of stitches running along his hairline.

He was gratified to see that he wasn't the only one struck speechless, even Harrington's old gang were looking at him in open mouth shock. The only one who didn't seem phased was Hawkins High newest top dog and asshole.

"What's the matter princess, I beat you so bad you had to go and change your whole identity?" Billy taunted.

Stopping, Steve just looked at him with utter disinterest. "No actually, I had to shave it because someone couldn't win a fair fight and had to smash a plate over my head and send me to the hospital to get stitches."

There was a heavy pause at that, and Billy went from looking smug to looking furious.

"What the fuck Billy? You didn't say anything about that!" Surprisingly it was Tommy that spoke, eyes fixed on the stitches that wove around Steve's forehead and temple.

"Oh what? Did King Billy not tell you about how he tried to beat up a 12 year old kid? How his sister was terrified to be near him? How he nearly beat me to death cause I wouldn't let him do it?" Steve challenged, head held high like this was all beneath him.

Shouting in rage, Billy grabbed Steve by the shoulders and pushed him into the lockers. Tommy started to shout something and moved forward, but Carol and another girl held him back.

But Steve didn't look bothered at all. He just leaned in and whispered something to Billy that caused him to jerk back. After a few tense moments and more whispering, Billy released him and stalked off down the hallway.

Pushing himself off the lockers, Steve straightened up his clothing and walked away. He passed by Eddie in the process and their eyes locked for a moment. Steve gave him a quick glance up and down, then he spoke to him.

"Nice vest Munson." And off he went as the bell rang overhead.

Eddie couldn't get a word out.

4 - The Vest

Next time he saw Steve was near graduation, when they were prepping for the celebration that he wasn't going to be a part of. A-fucking-gain! They were bringing out chairs from storage when Eddie almost collided with a chair carrying Steve, Steve's reflexes saving him a painful collision since Eddie was about as athletic as a rock.

"Whoa! Sorry about that. You okay Munson?" Steve asked, turning his body so the chairs were facing away from Eddie, his front on display.

And again, Eddie found himself speechless. Only absentmindedly giving a nod to answer Steve's question, his eyes fixed on the article of clothing Steve was sporting.

It was a jean vest, probably used to be a jacket if the exposed frayed edges from where the arms used to be was any indication. But what really got him was the stitching on one of the front pockets that proclaimed, in slightly sloppy lettering, 'The King is Dead', with a little crown sewn in. The sight of it sent something through Eddie. Sure, everyone noticed the change in Steve ever since he and Billy fought; Steve was much less concerned about his appearance, ditching his polos for plain tees and the occasional graphic, always paired with Levi's, and while he was still pretty charming the school had been all atwitter when one day Steve came in with orbital piercing on both ears. Simple silver hoops, but shocking all the same when they were attached to Steve fucking Harrington. No longer was he a asshole, but he actively ran interference between Billy and his merry band of fuckers and people like Eddie. And whatever Steve had whispered in Billy's ear that day, it seemed to keep him at bay, the rest of their time together passing in glares but no retaliation even when Steve really let his bitchiness out.

Noticing his gaze, Steve ducked his head slightly and gave him a bashful smile. "Yeah, hope you don't mind, I've seen your vest around so I took some inspiration from it. It's not done yet, but what do you think?"

Looking at him expectantly, Eddie couldn't think last the buzzing in his ears. Sure, Steve was attractive, anyone with eyes could see that and Eddie was not immune, but having that gaze focused on him was paralysing. Because in addition to the vest, Steve had kept his hair buzzed on the sides and it showed off the light scar on the side of his head from where the stitches had eventually come out. So seeing the vest paired with the buzzed sides and pierced ears, Eddie could only think of what he'd look like going full metal. Wiith tattoos and a leather jacket and black jeans, and the image was enough to fry his brain, leaving him just staring dumbly at Steve. Who was looking more concerned the longer the silence went on.

Just when Steve opened his mouth, however, they were interrupted by someone calling Steve's name.

"Stevie! Any reason you're taking so long? Where's my delivery?" Carol Perkins sing-songed at Steve.

Out of Steve's old group of friends, surprisingly it was Carol that actually bridged the gap between them and started up a tentative friendship with him again. Not that it keep her from dating Tommy, or bullying other kids, or keeping the Hawkins High elite from being the main group she ran with. But every now and then she'd be seen with Steve, gossiping to him, even tolerating being with Nancy and/or Johnathan who, despite the rumours of cheating on Steve, still kept close to him even when all three of them looked very uncomfortable.

"Sorry Carol, coming!" Hefting the chairs back into his arms, giving Eddie a lovely show of shifting muscle, Steve gave him an apologetic smile and took off.

All the best really, not like Eddie could've gotten a word out anyway.

3 - The Music Comment

Eddie hadn't seen, let alone thought of Steve Harrington ever since he graduated and Eddie didn't. Twice. But he had taken some new freshmen under his wing, good kids all of them, even if Lucas was a part time jock.

So imagine his surprise when a session ran late, the sun in the process of setting, and his offer to give them a drive home was declined. They said their babysitter was coming to get them which eased his concerns, and the others if they way their shoulders relaxed was any indication. Hawkins wasn't as safe as it used to be it seemed, the town having been rocked by the confirmed death of Barbara Holland and the shutdown of Hawkins lab. Good riddance in his opinion, the lab never sat well with him or Wayne, and while he wasn't friends with Barb she had been a nice enough girl, smiling at him when they passed each other in the hall and never joining in the jeering and laughing at his expense.

He was brought out his thoughts when the sound of a car pulling up distracted him, the sound of Wham! coming from its open windows. It was a very distinct BMW and Eddie could feel his eyes widen as none other than Steve Harrington parked and exited the car, Dustin and Lucas going to greet him while Mike hung back and scowled.

And oh dear god it seemed time had been good to him. Now with a helix piercing fitted with a thick hoop gracing one ear, and a nose and eyebrow piercing, Steve stood against the side of his car in a casual lean, his vest once again on his body. He looked good, his hair long on top with the sides still shaved, a dark green Henley underneath, and dark wash Levi's. God he looked good, and it got even better when he pulled out a cigarette and lit up, offering to Eddie, Jeff, Gareth and Martin. Only Eddie accepted and Steve pulled out a lighter for him to use.

"Can I try Steve?" Lucas asked, gesturing to the cigarette.

"Hell no, none of you little shits should ever smoke. It's too late for me but if you haven't started, then don't. Especially you Lucas, you're an athlete now." Steve said sternly, pointing at each of them threatening.

"God Steve, how do you look like that but are still so lame?" Mike complained, battling Dustin in a game of rock paper scissors for the front seat.

"Hey, shithead, you wanna try explaining to Nancy why you're breath smells like smoke?" Steve shit back, smiling in victory when Mike grumbled but backed off.

"Speaking of which, why the hell are you listening to What! of all things when you've changed your look so dramatically?" Eddie asked, teasing grin on his face.

Steve just shot him an unimpressed look, breathing out smoke. "And white you to be judging someone for their looks? Think just because I look a certain way I should also listen to certain things? Sounds pretty conforming to me."

And Eddie's brain just broke at that, stuttering through different responses but unable to come up with a response that didn't make him sound like one of the elitist dicks that tried to gatekeep communities. After a solid minute of nothing, Eddie just brought his hands together in a prayer like gesture, and pressed the tips of his fingers to his lips, still silent.

"….is he okay?" Steve asked, confusion and concern equal parts present on his face.

"Yeah, don't worry about him." Jeff said, amusement in his voice as he side eyed him. "He's just having a moment. That was a pretty good comeback."

Face lighting up with a smile, Steve stubbed out his cigarette as the kids settled into his car. "Thanks man, I try."

Waving goodbye to them, Steve turned to get into his car showing off the back of his vest. Stitched into the back was a flower like shape, but with what looked like teeth inside the petals. Nails were seen in all around it as well, 'Babysitter' written across the top, and at the bottom 'monster hunter' was written in black marker. To make things worse for Eddie's racing heart, there was a D20 die tattoo'd on the back of his right bicep.

Then the sight disappeared as Steve got into his car, closing the door and starting his car, taking off with the kids waving goodbye from the windows.

The others waved back, but Eddie was still struck dumb, and frozen in place.

"Was that a fucking D&D tattoo?" Gareth asked.

"Yeah I think so." Martin replied.

Eddie just thought to himself, well he didn't get the last word in. But at least this time he managed to speak at all.

2 - The Glasses and Aids

Eddie was ready to pull out his hair. He admired Max's spirit, he really did, but not when it prevented her from accepting help that she really needed. She kept refusing help from everyone, convinced it was some sort of pity which caused her already prickly nature to turn on them. He was pretty sure she would have turned down physiotherapy as well if it hadn't been mandated by doctor, considering she'd broken every fucking limb on her body.

And now she was denying the need for glasses as well! Her fucking eyes nearly exploded, she was lucky to have eyes at all, but god forbid she do anything to help herself because she prescribed it as a weakness!

All of them were trying to be patient with her, some succeeding more than others (Mike and Dustin really needed to learn the art of delicacy), but they were all wearing down and getting sick of having the help they offered thrown back in their faces. Now, for instance, Steve had taken Max to the den (because of course his fucking mansion of a house had a seperate living room and den) closer to the back of house when it seemed like she might used her newly healed arm to chuck a glass at Lucas's head when he suggested she use one of the guest rooms for a nap. Her energy levels weren't back to normal yet, and the physio sessions didn't help. As a result she would often nod off in the middle of hangout sessions, assuming she didn't just head back home to the modest bungalow she and her mother had been given after everything finally wrapped up. She was already in a bad mood because she needed her wheelchair after today's session, and Lucas sent her over the edge. No doubt she was fighting a migraine as well, her squinting and easy acceptance of Steve's offer to move to the back a dead giveaway. They'd all learned to read the signs by now, but the stubborn little shit refused to even look at the glasses that had been prescribed to her. They tried to avoid the TV when she had the energy to come to group hangouts, but she chafed against it, insisting they continue as normal regardless of whether she could see the screen or not. Another slight to her independence it seemed.

Once everyone had a moment to breathe though, Nancy suggested bringing her water and painkillers, an easy peace offering. Eddie volunteered to go, his hide thicker than most given his whole high school experience. So off he went, but as he got closer he could hear Steve and Max talking, and before he could think about Eddie slowed and quieted his steps, listening in.

"....eve! That's the end of it, I won't wear them! I'm not fragile and I won't let anyone treat me like I am!" Came Max's heated voice, thankfully not yelling this time but still higher than normal.

"Max," he heard Steve sigh. "Needing glasses is not a weakness. You have scars, because you helped save the fucking world. There is nothing weak about that. Your eyeballs almost burst in your skull and there is nothing more badass than that. But now those scars are causing you issues that you need help for, and there is nothing weak about that. If anything, it's badass, it's metal, it's bitchin, cause those scars are proof that you lived, you won and Vecna is dead and in the dirt because of it. So please, please, just be open about the glasses. There's no shame in that."

Eddie waited for Max's response, but it seemed the conversation was over as Steve just let out another big sigh.

Backing up a bit, Eddie made sure his footsteps were loud as he pretended to just be coming down the hallway, presenting the water and pills with a flourish, not phased when neither of them smiled. Mostly he was just grateful Max took the pills.

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It wasn't two days later that they all gathered together at Steve's house again. Eddie had a small one shot planned for the kids, it would be Jane's first time playing and everyone wanted to come to support her. While Eddie and everyone set up, Steve had gone to get Max. She didn't have any physio today thankfully, but she still had regular doctor's appointments to make sure everything was healing properly.

The front door opened and Max walked in with her cane, and they stared as they realized that, miracle of miracles, she was wearing her glasses! The square lenses suited her face and the fiery red frame added to their personality, and complemented her face, making her look just a little softer around the edges, more the young girl she should be and less the harrowed shell of herself.

She did however look a bit dazed, and as she settle into a chair, she looked around and asked. "Did anyone know about this?"

A quick glance around showed everyone looking just as confused as Eddie felt.

Dustin was opening his mouth, presumably to ask her to clarify, but just then Steve made his way inside with his arms full of bags from his trip to the grocery store. And perched on his face was the cutest pair of oval lenses perched on his nose, a pair of wire rimmed glasses that even with his punk look, made him look so fucking cute!

There was silence for a moment, then the table exposed as all the younger kids crowded Steve throwing questions at him. Rolling his eyes at them, Steve turned to head into the kitchen, the motion showing off the hearing aid attached to him. That of course prompted another barrage of questions, nevermind the fact that Steve hadn't even addressed the first wave. Thankfully the noise followed Steve as he took the groceries to unpack them, Steve promising to answer the questions if everyone chipped in and out the food away, Johnathan and Nancy following, no doubt curious as well.

"It started with Johnathan we think, it wasn't his first concussion but it did kind of set the tone." Eddie jumped when Robin's voice came from beside him. She smiled sadly at him before continuing. "He had gotten a concussion from basketball a few years before, in middle school, but Johnathan really beat his ass in '83. Then, well, you saw what Billy did to him." Eddie nodded. "Then, the evil Russians. We told you about that, right?" Eddie nodded again.

When he was recovering in the hospital, they filled him and Wayne in on everything, including what really happened at Starcourt. How they were tortured and injected with unknown drugs in a secret underground Russian lab. It was horrifying, but he felt worse for Steve who had taken the brunt of the physical torture.

"He started getting headaches after that, bad ones. Migraines really. The doctors said it was all the damage from the concussions. They recommend the glasses, and then the hearing aids when the ringing in his ears never went away. It got worse again after…everything. He should be wearing them all the time, but you know Steve." Smiling sadly, tears in her eyes, Robin finished.

Eddie pulled her into a hug, both of feeling for the man who put himself through so much harm for the safety of others.

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Steve started wearing his glasses and aids more often after that. Not every day, but whenever he didn't Max would refuse to wear hers as well. So they both started getting better about it, bullying each other by refusing to wear their glasses if the other wasn't. Everyone could see the change in their health after that, less headaches and less irritation. Everyone was especially guilty that they hadn't noticed how much pain Steve had been in this whole time. But he brushed them off, saying it was his job to worry about them, bit the other way around.

Bad days still happened, days where Max took off the head of whoever tried to offer her help, days where Steve had a furrow between his brows and couldn't stand bright lights. But slowly and surely, they were getting better.

Regardless of how much time passed though, Eddie was always left momentarily speechless whenever he saw Steve in his fucking glasses.

1 - Saying it First

All things considered they really hadn't been together that long, but when you had to fight for life back to back with someone, it tended to speed things along. So really, six months, six years, it didn't really matter.

It wasn't even hard to get to this point. After they'd pulled their heads out of their asses, ie, some meddling from Robin and the kids, they fell into a loving relationship fairly easily. It turns out Steve had a crush on him ever since he struck Eddie dumb with his music comment while picking up the kids from that fateful D&D session. He didn't have the words for he felt back then, not until Robin introduced him to the world of queers when they took a trip to Indianapolis for her to find the local scene.

So he'd already gone through a sexuality crisis by the time spring break rolled around and had come out of it a proud little bisexual. So they'd been crushing on each other the whole time, just too shy and afraid to ask for fear of ruining their newfound friendship (and rejection, of course).

Steve had warned him of course, that he was intense, that he didn't do things half assed when to came.to the people he cared about. But for Eddie, who's closest brush with 'a relationship', was handys in a back alley with the same guy three weeks in a row in a bar in Indianapolis, the outpouring of affection was like a balm on his soul that he didn't know he needed. Steve wasn't afraid to use pet names, to place an arm around him and cuddle close, to kiss him as soon as they were in a place they could do so, even if the kids gave them heck for being disgusting.

So I really shouldn't have been a surprise when one night at Steve's house, during a heated make out session, movie forgotten in the background, Steve pulled back and stared into his eyes.

"I love you." He whispered, like he was hoping the words would get lost in the darkness.

Eddie couldn't speak, again! The words just got lodged in his throat, and he could feel himself start to tear up. So he just, nodded instead. Hiding his face in Steve's neck and curling around him, arms coming up to hold him close and he cried and nodded, trying to return the words but making noise instead.

"I know babe, I know, I hear you. Hold on Eddie, Eds, that can't be comfortable." Pulling back from Eddie just enough, Steve pulled off his vest and Eddie could bury his face into the soft shirt underneath.

Eddie hadn't even realised he'd been pressing his face into the Wizard of Oz patch he'd recently sewn onto one of the lapels. Steve reached up and gently caressed the indented skin, kissing the area before pulling back in to cuddle close, tipping them into their sides so they were laying on the couch. They spent the rest of the night like that, wrapped around each other with Steve whispering how much he loved him in between sweet kisses.

Eddie was once again left speechless, but this time for the best of reasons.

+1 - In Bed

Falling into bed together after enjoying a nice homemade dinner, they were eagerly stripping each other's clothes off. It was their first Valentine's day together since they became a couple, and they spent it doing some corny things together in the new Munson trailer. Wayne had taken an overtime shift that day with a very pointed comment about being safe that Eddie did not appreciate and caused Steve to turn red as a tomato. But at the same time Eddie couldn't not appreciate it. After all, it was Valentine's Day, and while they couldn't spend it out and about like other couples, he still planned to leave Steve speechless with some good sex.

Fully naked now, Eddie laid Steve out in bed, pressing him into his new, clean, mattress, telling him without words that he was in charge tonight. Which seemed just fine to Steve, he laid back and raised his arms above his head, displaying himself for his lover.

Groaning at the visual, Eddie made his way down Steve's body, licking and nibbling his way down, paying special attention to his nipples as it turned out they were quite sensitive. He stopped every now and then, sucking hickeys into the skin, prolonging the journey to build the tension up, even as Steve squirmed and tried to push Eddie down with hands in his hair. But Eddie was not to be rushed. You see, while they'd gotten to know each other's bodies very well the past few weeks, knew exactly how to make the other cum screaming, a bit of careful probing (heh), revealed that for all of Steve's extensive knowledge and experience with women, there was a certain act that Steve had never even heard of before.

So of course Valentine's Day, lovers day, was the perfect time to introduce Steve to a favourite activity of his.

Close now to his destination, Steve spread his legs, no doubt anticipating a mouth around him, but Eddie's goal was just a little lower.

"Eddie?" Steve asked, confused when Eddie bypassed his usual stop and went for his thighs instead.

Eddie had a plan though, so he ignored Steve for now. For once, he was going to leave Steve speechless!

With determination in his veins, Eddie hitched up Steve's thighs to rest on his shoulders and got to work.

🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋

Later on, cleaned up and in bed, Steve already asleep and Eddie on his way there, Eddie reflected on his work.

He didn't quite get Steve speechless, but he decided that incoherent was just as good.

+Extra - Chocolate

Waking up alone had Steve shooting up in panic as he thought Eddie had left him, that he was too much and Eddie finally had enough of him. But as he forced himself to calm down, he realised that he could hear banging around in the trailer which could only be Eddie, and that's what had woken him up. He heard Eddie's muffled voice as he spoke with Wayne, no doubt getting some breakfast since a quick glance at the clock showed that it was early morning when he would be coming home from work. Relaxing, Steve sunk back into the bed, rolling onto his front and gathering the pillow into his arms so he could bury his nose into the softness, inhaling Eddie's scent of weed, spice and the faintest hint of tobacco from the rare cigarette he still indulged in, even despite Robin's glares and lectures.

The only question was where had he gone. Steve had been looking forward to waking up slowly, savouring the feeling of being held warm and safe in Eddie's arms.

Soon enough Eddie was stomping his way back to him (the man could not move quietly), but Steve appreciated the attempt Eddie made to open the door quietly and sneak back inside. Only to immediately jump and yelp when he met Steve's eyes from where Steve lay on his front in bed, blearily looking at him from the pillow.

"Hey princess, was hoping you'd still be asleep before I got back." Eddie said, dropping a bag onto his nightstand and removing all his clothes besides his boxers, climbing into bed and gathering Steve close.

"Mmm, I was, but it's kinda hard to miss you stomping around like an elephant." Steve teased, pushing Eddie back so they could lay chest to chest, propping his head up with a hand so he could look at Eddie.

"Fuck off Stevie." Eddie said with no heat, giving him a kiss on the forehead.

Humming in pleasure, Steve asked. "Where'd you go anyway? It's early."

"Welllll, the best part about the capitalistic hell that is the hallmarks way of extorting the people of their money by manipulating them with 'love' and shaming people not in relationships," Eddie went off, making air quotes with his fingers when he said love, smiling at Steve's blank, unamused face. "Is the day after when they have to clear out their stock of cards and chocolate by putting it all at half price." Eddie finished, grabbing the bag he set down earlier and emptying it at their sides, Valentine's Day cards and a wide variety of chocolate spilling out.

"I was thinking of saving the cards for next year, never to early to get a head start after all, and I don't know what kind of chocolate you like so I got a fewwwww, why are you crying!?!!" Eddie nearly shouted, his eyes widening and panicking as he struggled to sit up with Steve still pressed against him and refusing to let go.

Laughing through the tears making their way down his face, Steve pressed his weight down, keeping them laying on the bed.

"I'm alright Eddie, really." Steve said, ignoring Eddie's skeptical look since his tears wouldn't stop. "I'm just happy. No one has ever gotten me chocolates before. Or at least, not since elementary school."

"What? No one?" Eddie looked shocked at this, squeezing Steve to himself and placing kisses in his hair.

"Yeah… I mean, I'm the guy right? Usually I was the one buying chocolate, or flowers and cards. Assuming I was even in a relationship at this time of year."

"That's bullshit. It takes two to make a couple doesn't it? They're weren't treating you right Stevie"

Huffing out a wet laugh, Steve rested his chin on Eddie's chest and looked up at him adoringly. "How about this then? From now on we both get each other chocolate or flowers or cards for Valentine's Day."

Struck dumb that Steve assumed a future where they'd be together, for a while it seemed like, Eddie couldn't even be annoyed that Steve Harrington had, once again, left him speechless.

But even as he thought it, he watched as Steve opened his mouth only for nothing to come out. Instead he giggled, settling down against him and cuddling in close.

So it seemed they both left each without words this time.

Eddie could live with that.

Based off of my favorite punk!Steve artwork!

https://at.tumblr.com/fairysteve/703217386757734400/3e0hndymns4p

This will also be posted to my ao3, link will be in the comments!

#steddievalentinesficexchange #@it-gets-worse-at-night #@be-the-spark-flyboy #steddie valentines fic exchange

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sapphobolide · 2 months ago

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FFXIVWrite Day 11 — "Surrogate"

Lyse prayed. Papalymo knelt beside her, while pieces of Dalamud trailed above the treetops like falling stars. On their knees before Nophica’s Altar, they prayed to the Matron. They prayed to the Twelve.

Fire and thunder split the heavens. The red moon ruptured, then burst as a new sun tore open the night sky. Lyse leapt to her feet, head spinning, and even Papalymo looked up as meteors rained quaking fury upon the land. As the earth shook beneath them, a roar the likes of nothing Lyse had ever heard echoed from afar.

“What in the seven hells was that?” she demanded. She looked down at Papalymo, who was now standing to his full three-fulm height. His face was deathly serious, his eyes on a horizon she could not see. “Papalymo?”

“Dalamud’s prisoner.” She could barely hear him over the impact of fiery stone crashing into the forest around them. “Bahamut.”

“Who?”

“We had deemed the tale allegory, or exaggeration. But the possibility of its veracity had never escaped my consideration—nor, I should think, Master Louisoix’s.”

She had no idea what he was on about. She looked up at the storm of light in the sky where Dalamud had been. At its eye, she caught a glimpse of something moving. A monstrous, winged shape, outlined in gold. Gods, it must be absolutely massive. “Is that—is that a primal?”

Papalymo followed her gaze. “The first, if the tale is to be believed.”

Lyse stared at him, mouth open. “W-what do we do?”

“Continue the summoning. Our plan to arrest the fall of Dalamud may be of little use now, but Master Louisoix can still use the power of the Twelve to cast a great spell of sealing.” Papalymo closed his eyes briefly, as though pained. “…Though not without cost.”

She looked back at Nophica’s Altar. Another terrible roar shook the heavens. The golden light above them was spreading—chasing after the fallen shards of Dalamud, ribbons of scorching fire wove a deadly tapestry across the sky. Around them, the forest burned. “I—I can’t.”

Papalymo scowled. “What do you mean, you can’t?”

“I mean I can’t! I’m not a mage, or a scholar, or anything like the rest of you! I don’t know how!”

“We’ve gone over the process. You must simply believe. Believe, and pray, and put your faith in the others to do the same.”

“I know, but—"

“Do you mean to run all the way to Carteneau instead? Sprout wings and take the fight to the sky? Calm yourself, Yda—”

“Yda isn’t here!” she screamed. Papalymo’s eyes widened. She felt stupid—she was the one who had put on the mask, had asked that he call her that—but the words were spilling out now, and she couldn’t stop them. “I wish she was! Yda was wise, and strong, and never gave up! But I can’t just decide to be like that, Papalymo. I can’t pretend the gods are finally going to listen this time! If the Twelve really answered prayers, then my sister would still be—"

“Stop.”

It was the softness of his voice that shut her mouth. Lyse looked away. Around them, the land continued to buckle and break.

Papalymo took a step closer to her. “You’re right. Your sister…my old friend…she isn’t here. But you are. And I need you to do what she no longer can.”

Lyse sank to the ground. She shook her head, unwilling to look him in the eye.

“Yda’s wisdom, her strength, her persistence…They are yours now. Just as surely as that mask is—and those tattoos.” He gently touched the mark on the side of her neck, then put his hand on her shoulder. “If I did not believe you could bear them, I would not have given them to you.”

She looked up at Papalymo. His face was still serious, but his grey eyes were honest and clear. After a moment she let out a long breath, and nodded.

Returning to their place before Nophica’s Altar, Lyse and Papalymo prayed. Please, Lyse thought with all her might. Nophica, Halone, Althyk—Mighty Rhalgr. She prayed as the world ended. Get their attention for me, Yda. Help me save us all.

Around the horizon, pillars of white-blue light pierced the storm above. It swelled around Nophica’s Altar as well, rising like a spear to the heavens. Lyse and Papalymo bowed their heads as it swallowed them.

They'd done it. They summoned the Twelve.

And it was not enough.

#ffxivwrite2024 #ffxivwrite #stormblood spoilers #patch 3.56 of heavensward technically #ffxiv

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esotl · 2 years ago

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Performance - Act 6 (Part 17)

Writer: Akira

Season: Spring

Characters: Wataru, Mitsuru

Translation Directory

"It's alright! Don't worry, we'll definitely lead you to a happy ending!"

Time: During Act 5 of the Performance

Location: Concert Hall (Theatre)

Wataru: "Just what was that...?"

"In the end, that person who called herself Romeo, who's beauty outshone even the stars in the sky..."

"Was chased off by countless guards and agitated people running riot."

"I hope she's alright... Aah, my soul was crucified the moment I saw her."

"If this is a sin, I'll resign myself to it with open arms."

"Is this love? Is this the feeling that Mother and Nurse praised as precious and rare?"

"And yet, Romeo-sama! Why must you be a girl?"

"If it isn't our destiny to be together in this fleeting world, why is it that we met?"

"If being together, being married, is all that makes a woman happy..."

"Why doesn't the law, why doesn't God in heaven, affirm my union with her?"

"............"

Mitsuru: "...Gh~, snore♪"

"Zzz, zzz...♪"

Wataru: "...Who's this now?"

"Ah. Hello, could it be that you got your sleeping quarters mixed around?"

"Where did you come from? Hello, hello?"

Mitsuru: "Mm~ munyu..."

"Huh? Where is this?"

Wataru: "This is the castle of the esteemed Capulets, and that is the nook holding the pitiable Juliet's birdcage."

"Are you, aah... one of the servants children, I wonder?"

Mitsuru: "Huh? Juliet-nee-chan...?"

Wataru: "You know me?"

Mitsuru: "Huh huh? You can see me?"

Wataru: "If my eyes are certain, yes, I can see you. If you're implying most people can't, are you a fairy of some sort?"

Mitsuru: "Nee-chan, are you crying? There there, please cheer up♪"

Wataru: "Woah... Don't pet me, isn't it rude to do that to a lady?"

Mitsuru: "It's alright! Don't worry, we'll definitely lead you to a happy ending!"

Wataru: "? We aren't on the same page at all, are you half asleep? What a strange child!"

Mitsuru: "Ahem, I hear that a lot!"

"More importantly, have you seen another kid dressed like me somewhere?"

"I'm having trouble 'cause I got separated from him!"

"I took advantage of the fact that no-one can see me to secretly swipe some food to eat from the ball..."

"But I can't remember anything after carelessly tasting some alcohol~?"

"Looks like I got tired after taking a walk to sober up, and ended up falling asleep here?"

Wataru: "Well... Children shouldn't be having alcohol."

Mitsuru: "Ahaha! Aren't you a child too? You're thirteen, right?"

Wataru: "...Someone dressed like you, you said? I believe I saw someone like that with Romeo-sama?"

"Though, perhaps due to Romeo-sama being so dazzling, the impression he left on me is oddly weak."

Mitsuru: "Ah, he was with Romeo-nee-chan?"

"Sounds like he's doing his best to get the story back on track, I gotta go help him too!"

Wataru: "Story? Back on track? What do you mean?"

Mitsuru: "Hm? The story of how Romeo and Juliet meet, fall in love, but can't be together and end up dying! I feel so bad for them!"

Wataru: "Dying...?"

Mitsuru: "Right, I think it was that, because there's no way to be together in this world, they drink poison and die so they can at least be together forever in the afterlife?"

"It's so foolish! I don't know if there's an afterlife, but isn't it better to live, no matter what form that takes?"

Wataru: "...Yes. That's right, I completely agree!"

"You, Fairy-san? The things you just said, do you swear on God that they're true?"

Mitsuru: "I'm not a fairy, I'm a member of the Chorus!"

"I don't know much about the actual God, but if it's about the God of this story, that'd be the author who gave me life!"

"God, the author, isn't satisfied with Romeo and Juliet's tragic end..."

"So they adapted the story to try and reach a happy ending one way or another."

"To do that, they cast a "reversi" spell on this world."

"A lot of time has passed since the original author, Shakespeare, spun the story, and different people have tried to revise it."

"It seems like they wove in that kind of setup in an attempt to "reverse" the sorrowful conclusion?"

"But they don't have enough talent for that, so it's ended up looking pretty half-baked."

"My partner, another member of the Chorus, was saying something like that."

"Ehehe, I don't really get complicated things♪"

[Chapter 9 • Directory • Act 7]

#enstars translation #ensemble stars #wataru hibiki #mitsuru tenma #enstars #ensemble stars translation #performance! the tragicomedy of romeo and juliet #(apologies for the delay on this one - having a bit of a Brain Moment)

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earthtoleyon · 4 months ago

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“forwards, beckon, rebound”

my words simmer like boiling water

my feelings bottle up like mentos in soda pop

my music drowns like my determination

and still, my hope remains, a singular star in the wide milky way, void and overwhelming

the bandaid was ripped off long ago, yet i scavenged for it, my scar no longer bloody and bruised

with no need for it, why did i search?

i taped the shards of my mirror back, bit by painstaking bit, and yet he holds onto one dear piece

i know it’s my job to help him fix his mirror too, even though he’s broken mine countlessly

it’s all too much, the smiling, the crying, the loving

and yet time still flies by, college dreads near every day and the mess in my room piles

i am not broken, i can smile and cry and love, and the end is not near, despite my smiling and crying and loving

i carve our initials into a random tree like the universe wove our names into the stars, and hid the sun in your eyes, you slow the time down

you make loving me so effortless, i wish i could dive into your mind and pull out everything you see in me, i wish i could be yours

and i’ll collect dandelions and birthday candles and comets for when the night nears

for when i’m devoted to every religion and praying to every god

for my plea used to be “i wish things would stay this way forever” but this hole in me grows, and it swallows all i love and all i know

for never had i knew my loneliness until i’m high and can’t find anyone to text my feelings to, but my notes app

#poetry #not poetry #everything everywhere all at once

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tickledpink31 · 2 years ago

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I don’t know why but ever since you’ve described Marisol’s personality I keep imagining her doing things captain holt would do in b99. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=0zJLltYWtNA&pp=ygUXY2FwdGFpbiBob2x0IGxpdHRsZSBraWQ%3D

youtube

Example 1!-

Wukong: Drumroll please.

Mari: (slow tapping)

Wukong: that’s your drumroll?

Mari: when a tempo isn’t specified, any reasonable person would default to lento.

Example 2!

Mari: Pay no attention to him, Sanzang. He’s very emotional, Sanzang.

Sanzang: why are you saying my first name?

Mari: Well, Sanzang, I remembered reading an article in a medical journal that said one destabilizing aspect of incarceration is the constant dehumanization, Sanzang. You need to be reminded that you are more than just a number, Sanzang. You are Sanzang… Sanzang.

Sanzang: Yep, that fixes imprisonment.

Example 3!

Mari: feel free to consult the script I’ve prepared.

Bajie: okay but it’s a little stilted. “I am feeling trepidation at the prospect of a parentless existence.”? No kid talks like that.

Mari: those lines were lifted, verbatim, from my girlhood diary.

Example 4!

Mari: Does anyone have a few words they would like to say?

Wukong: wup, no one say anything, I want her to say stuff. Speech for wukong (whisper). Speech for wukong, go!

Mari: very well. Your absence was noted.

Wukong: Yes.

Mari: Drinks are on me, there’s a two drink maximum per person.

Wukong: here she goes.

Mari: it is non transferable. Your guests will pay their own tab

Wukong: oh yeah.

Mari: Valet parking is not included.

Wukong: Solid protocol.

Mari: tomorrow’s briefing will be 15 minutes earlier than usual.

Wukong: Wonderful, she’s so bad ass.

Mari: And I’m very proud of you Sun Wukong. We missed you.

Wukong: Aw, you ruined it☺️.

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No, but this is actually Mari though! I didn't expect that comparison.

She says things in the most deadpan tone, hard to read, speaks formally, terrible at comforting people even though she wants to better at it. The diary and the drumroll bits screams Mari.

I see Mari as a pragmatic type of person. Maybe it makes her a bit emotionally detached and sometimes literal-minded, but she's mature. This is why she wasn't as scared or hurt when Wukong came to beat the shit out of LBD while she was still being used as a vessel. She understands that Wukong has to finish the job or the world is doomed.

Angst aside, this is hilarious. I can just see her, in the most monotonous tone, saying, "I went to Barbados with Wukong for our honeymoon. We wove hats out of palm fronds and swam with the stingrays. I've never been happier." Then she has conversations with her mom like Rosa and Holt do.

Some other things I think she would say:

Mari/Xiaodie holding her 10-foot caterpillar plushie and one of Wukong's baby monkeys: You have disappointed all three of us.

Mari/Xiaodie snapping at Bajie: GET YOUR ACT TOGETHER OR SO HELP ME GOD YOU WON'T LIVE TO SEE THE END OF THE JOURNEY!

Mari/Xiaodie to Sanzang after saving him, monotonous as ever: Ouch. You landed on my ribs. I am in... incredible pain.

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welldonebeca · 2 years ago

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Apex Predator (II)

Summary: Ajak tells Ikaris it is in Arishem’s plans to make their team more than just a group or a family, but a pack. As their Alpha, it is their place to guide his Omegas. Aka: Alpha Ikaris fucks every woman in the group (except for Sprite). WC: 1.8k words

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Ikaris looked around, a little worried, as he stepped into the Domo with Sersi.

What had Ajak seen? Had she watched them the whole time?

"Ikaris?" he heard just as he turned back to Sersi.

His eyes moved before his body did, and he stood straighter as Ajak walked to stand a few steps from them.

"Can I talk to you?" she asked. "Alone?"

"Of course," Ikaris confirmed.

Sersi put a hand on his shoulder, and he looked over at her, finding her smiling a little.

"I'll go see what Sprite is up to," she told him, walking away.

She walked away and he followed their leader into the main room, where Arishem's statue stood high above them, majestic and imposing.

"Sometimes when he speaks to me, he reminds me of our mission to stop the deviants," Ajak stood, looking at the statue. "It's easy to lead when we all know the end of this, when we know we are going back home to Olympia."

Ikaris breathed in. He always pined it for home. In the depths of his desires, in everything he did, there was this wish, of seeing it again, but he never let it blind him from Arishem's will. Still, he found some comfort in the stories people wove stories humans wove with the tales they told them of it.

They even named this mountain for it. Olympus. The home of their gods.

"But recently, has asked me about you," she turned to him.

Her dark eyes set on him, and Ikaris felt himself unwillingly stopping, frozen.

Arishem, their creator, the one who guided their steps and watched them, had asked of him specifically? Of Ikaris, who was no more than a mere Eternal?

She walked closer to him, looking up, and slowly placed a hand on his chest.

"You are so loyal, and you care so much for him," Ajak spoke, intensely. "But he asks you for something he could not ask the others."

"Anything," he affirmed breathlessly.

He would do anything and everything he asked of him.

Suddenly, the armour around Ajak disappeared from her, revealing her bare body to him.

Ikaris' eyes widened, but before he could say anything, she grabbed his face and kissed him.

He didn't know what to do, where to put his hands, or if he should even kiss her back.

When Ajak tried to pull him closer, he willed himself into pushing her away.

“Ajak,” he held her away from him. “What are you doing?”

Her eyes travelled to his face, watching him, not showing any bit of hesitance or even hurt..

“What Arishem asked of you,” Ajak answered simply, touching his lips with her thumb. “You are an Alpha Eternal, but you are different, Ikaris.”

He exhaled, surprised.

“And you are such a good boy,” she spoke softly. “You are so afraid of making mistakes, aren’t you?”

Ikaris trembled a little bit in himself, looking up at Arishem’s statue and his eyes.

He wanted to be good. Not just to Sersi or himself, of Ajak. But for Arishem.

He wanted Arishem to be proud of him, of what he did.

Her fingers cradled his cheek, and he let his eyes fall on hers.

“You may have all chosen me as your leader, but an Alpha will always guide a pack,” she reminded him. “And that’s what we are doing. Don’t you feel it?”

Packs were a human thing. For him, for all of the Eternals, their secondary gender usually meant just as little as their primary one.

But if this was what Arishem wanted…

If he wanted him to be an Alpha, and take care of the omegas of the pack…

Ajak’s hand continued to travel down to his body, lingering on his torso.

“Take off your armour, Ikaris,” she commanded softly.

His mind followed her command as his armour slipped off, and the two were left bare in the silent room. Ajak kissed him again, and he reciprocated this time, letting his hand travel down her beautiful body and squeezed her ass.

Ajak was beautiful and strong. Her words were wise and her words always brought them comfort.

Ikaris would be lying if he said her body never enticed him.

So he picked her up, and squeezed her close, letting his hand travel down to her cunt, and caressed her damp curls.

“I can feel how wet you are,” he purred, biting her lower lip.

He pushed two fingers into her, and Ajak threw her head back, crying out.

“Ikaris,” she moaned, slick flowing and covering his fingers.

“When was the last time you were knotted?” he curled his digits into her sweet spot. “You’re dripping like a bitch in heat.”

Was she ever knotted in her life?

She whined, and squeezed her close with a single hand as he let himself float with her, back down in mid-air and right under Arishem’s eyes.

“You want an Alpha to satisfy you, Ajak?” he taunted her into her ear and took a hand to her breasts, squeezing it and pulling her nipple, pinching and twisting it. “Fill you up and stuff you with my knot?”

Ajak whimpered, and he pushed her to sit on him.

“Ride me,” he commanded, staring at her face.

Her eyes turned to the floor under them, and he felt her tremble, but didn’t care.

His eyes were glued to her heavy breasts, full and perfect, but he forced himself to look at her face.

“You can do it, Ajak,” he encouraged her, the way she always did to him. “I believe in you.”

Ikaris held her hips for support as she moved to guide the head of his cock to her entrance, and licked his lips when he felt himself slowly taken by her wetness.

“Ikaris,” she moaned. “My boy….”

"Yes, Omega, take it slowly," he whispered, grabbing her hips and guiding her down. "Sink on my cock."

She did it, and Ikaris closed his eyes as her cunt took him in a near snail's pace, stretching her, and both moaned when he bottomed out.

Finally, he leant closer to her, moving his lips around her breast, kissing her soft skin and teasing her a little before finally wrapping them around her pebbled nipple.

“Such a tight cunt you have,” he bit it, pulling his lips away just for long enough to speak. “All for me, isn’t it?”

Ajak moaned, cunt tightening around him, needy and milking him. He could feel her fingers flexing as she used his body to lean on as she bounced on him, up and down, up and down.

“Yes, Ikaris,” she panted, eyes closed and face contorted in pleasure. “Please, I-... please.”

He pulled away, waiting for her request. Waiting for what she wanted.

This was Arishem’s wish, but he knew this wasn’t something she didn’t want. Ikaris had seen her eyes lingering on him, he had heard - not just once - a whisper of his name on her lips, between muffled moans when she touched herself.

She wanted him.

“Say it Ajak,” he growled. “You need my alpha cock buried in you, fucking you bruised?”

“Yes,” she cried out.

Ikaris made her bounce on his cock, the distance between them and the ground only making it more exciting and thrilling, allowing his hips to move against her thrusts.

Sersi was too afraid to let him do this. But now, he had Ajak.

Arishem’s will was always right.

His thrusts faltered, however, at the thought of Sersi.

What would she think if she saw them? They were never exclusive but always found pleasure in other humans as a pair, not in the other Eternals.

Before he could think of anything more, Ajak's cunt squeezed him tight, and he moved his eyes to find her playing with her own clit.

"Ikaris," she cried. "I can feel your knot growing. Please, I need it."

"Good girl," he growled. "You want to be filled with my seed? Your good boy's seed!"

"Yes!" she cried.

He held her close, sucking on her tits as he bounced her in his cock.

"Cum for your Alpha," he commanded. "Please me with your slick dripping down my cock!"

She cried out, not caring about discretion as she came, cunt squeezing and creaming around his cock, her perfect body shaking as she bounced.

She pulled her hand from her clit, but he was quick to replace it, sucking on her tits and biting her sensitive skin.

"Ikaris!" Ajak cried, squirming on top of him.

It just made him smile, seeing their fearless leader turned into a whiny little Omega around him.

“Something wrong, Ajak?” he taunted her. “Too much cock?”

She whimpered, completely flushed.

He would love to just fuck her like this all day. But this was her first knot, and he was trying to be mindful of it.

He groaned as he came, knotting her, and watched her face as she moaned in pleasure, crying out and cumming again, shaking over him.

Ajak still had her eyes closed as he levitated them down, resting his back on the floor.

She lied on his chest, fully, and he moved his fingers on her back, slowly, as Ajak nuzzled into his beck.

"Such a good Alpha," she hummed in praise.

Ikaris pressed a little kiss to her temple, just cradling her close.

"The others might not submit so easily," she told him. "But I know you'll find a way."

Ikaris hummed along, mind rushing to the rest of their pack. His Omegas.

Thena, who always clashed with him and would be a delightful challenge to submit. Sneaky Makkari, fast and sometimes so unreadable.

He felt himself tense when he heard steps behind him, and a shocked gasp he recognised easily.

"Sersi!" he sat up.

"Sersi," Ajak looked at her, blissfully calm.

Sersi looked at them, but there was no rage on her face, just confusion.

"Should I..." she pointed behind herself, frowning. "Should I leave you be?"

Ikaris wanted to explain himself, but the words were caught in his throat.

"Come, Sersi," Ajak extended a hand to her. "Come sit with me and our Alpha."

He panted, a little shocked, but Sersi simply moved to them, sitting on the floor.

"Arishem spoke to me," Ajak affirmed, and he could see as Sersi beamed at the single explanation. "He wants us to be closer. To be a pack."

"A pack," she repeated, shocked, but so happy as she looked at Ikaris. "And you'll be our leader?"

He blinked, turning to Ajak.

"But you are already our leader," he gulped.

Sersi reached for him, hand slowly moving down his chest and touching his cock, still locked in Ajak's cunt.

"When do you think you'll be ready again, Alpha?" she purred.

He groaned, feeling himself throb a little.

Those Omegas would be his death.

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hinderr · 2 years ago

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okay okay new episode!! lets go lets go

THIS WAS SUCH A FUN EPISODE. really felt like a side quest again GOD i loved it. the planet was SOOO pretty and its really nice to see at least ONE planet thriving goddamn. i really hope they're gonna keep living their best lives. amen

AXE WOVES OH. SORRY TO BE BISEXUAL ON MAIN BUT GODDAMNNNN HELLO. SERIOUSLY GODDAMN HOW DO I BE A PIRATE GUYS IM BEGGING YOU I NEED THIS. on a much serious-er note the line with 'i thought mandalorians were honourable' 'all it takes is a few credits' is sooo interesting to me. sure they may be more honourable than your average bounty hunter but they're really a far cry from the legends they pose huh. curious that

anyway to more important things MY BABY!!! GROGU DJARIN!!! living his best life. all it takes for HIM is food. I FELT din's envy stare when his son back flipped over to the duchess LMAO its okay you can share your son king. GROGU BECAME A KNIGHT TOO. thats gonna be SOOOO helpful when he's older i can feel it. SIR GROGU DJARIN!!! GOD!!! YIPPEEE!!!

DIN DJARIN AND HIS WHOLE DROIDS THING AKSHAHUSHAUHSW. HE HATES THEM HE HATES THEM SOOO BAD

on the fence with the whole bo-katan darksaber thing which is. probably the main focus of what everyone's gonna be talking about lmao. on one hand while it is kinda janky that din won the saber only to lose it to technicality, it is a technicality that he himself pointed out. and he probably hates the thing, you could tell it was still heavy for him when he was wielding it. IMPORTANT THING TO REMEMBER!! there's still a couple episodes left, and good storytelling pays well attention to pacing. its not the end quite yet

hell, we havent even seen MOFF GIDEON YET. WE'RE FAR FROM THE END LMAO!!!

all in all, i had fun. reminded me of the old episodes. which i know for a fact a bunch of you were haranguing about earlier. can't wait for next week

#the mandalorian #the mandalorian season 3 #tldr; episode was fun. i love mandalorians

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sleeponthephone · 2 years ago

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tw: self-harm, blood

do you wanna be sad boys together? let’s be sad boys together.

I lie on the floor of his room. it’s carpeted, my favorite kind of floor to lie on. and his eyes are such a beautiful brown, not as beautiful as my first beautiful boy, but I have a photo from when the sun captured them just right and I swear you could slap that shit on any magazine cover and people would believe he was a model. (the jawline helps, and the freckles, and the curls, and his mouth… my god, his mouth.)

he likes when I run my fingertips along his skin in circles, tracing out rivers and cursive letters. it’s so hot here in the summer, but the box fan is helping. he has three kitties- two are somewhere else right now, and one is on his bed looking at us.

it’s one of the few times we are both piercingly honest. I told him I loved him last week, and he had the loveliest response, even though it wasn’t I love you too. he has his sketchbook out, page open on another mushroom girl. the first one is tattooed on his ankle, still healing. by the time I am through with knowing him, angel wings will be inked out across his back. I will have been there to see them born and will have rubbed aquaphor into them a few times over, hands gliding over bare skin, pointedly not looking at his chest in the mirror. there were many parts of him I was never to see, and I kept my promises.

but this is not that time. in this moment, we watched all of yuri on ice while cuddling on his bed last night. I know his dogs’ names. his mother likes me. we haven’t been to the reunion yet, but I’ll charm his family when we go, and when he decides he wants to leave me his parents will try to change his mind. he will tell me this on a park bench after a silent three-mile walk in which we both know the end is coming. in this moment we each have a sweater the other wove art into. our birthdays occur within a week of each other. the pink sweatshirt he’s wearing now is from walmart- I was there when he bought it, and I will be the one to keep it. in his closet is his favorite jacket, it was his dad's first. (I keep that too.)

he was careful to keep me out of the picture when he talked about his future. when we went out to his grandparents’ land and his parents talked about inheriting it, he took us off-roading. I still have his long long starbucks order in my phone- do you want to see it?

grande syrup cream frappuchino,

with almond milk,

7 pumps sugar free vanilla,

1 pump white mocha,

3 scoops dragon fruit inclusions,

1 pump blending base,

extra caramel drizzle (around the cup),

caramel crunch topping,

and light whipped cream.

when I would pull up to the drive-thru, if it was one of his coworkers who took my order, they would call over to him- “your wife is here.” before I asked him out for the first time, I gave him a card with my dog’s paw print stamped on, a thank-you from my puppy for the puppuchinos we would always get. he pinned it up to their corkboard. he fell asleep halfway on our drive to california. six months later, I would be riding out there with someone else.

and I don’t have anything else to say, it’s not a story I really tell. we stayed in the beach town my parents were married in. in the place my mom went to college, we got tattoos, he the mushroom girl and me a design he sketched for me. in all he got three tattoos while we were dating, and I think I was there for every one of them. I held his hand when I was getting mine, it was on my ribs. he liked to take the leash when we walked my dog. can you see us lying on the floor? we were sad boys together. he pierced my ears. he took me to a drive-in movie. my mom was so impressed- I think this is the longest relationship you’ve ever been in. and I had to remind her no, you just never took my first one seriously. he likes the city we live in, doesn’t like to travel for too long. he buys us matching teddy bears in a thrift store. I still sleep with mine every night. I wonder if his ended up back where it started.

( - I don't miss him. it's a beautiful story and a beautiful boy. after it was over I tried to scrub away the stick-and-poke he gave me three times, and when I say scrub I mean until it was bleeding, ice and blade and skin. he used to mock my low pain tolerance. he left his starbucks mask in my car, and I washed it and wore it a year later when I got my own job at that awful coffee chain, when I got my free drinks on my own, when I was no one's wife and three thousand miles from our city and got my rib tattoo touched up by myself. I started watching atla with him; I never got to finish it.)

maybe you’d discourage me from the analogy, but your letters have slowly begun to make me view you as a lovely patchwork quilt. each memory stitched in snug, each patch just as colorful as its neighbour. this is one of the patches, and i imagine it as blood-spattered and sewn in with suture stitches. but the scene is beautiful—two lovers driving out over the coast. the sadness isn’t immediately visible.

i don’t have nearly as many stories, or things i can remember. the other day i observed that I’ve forgotten most of my childhood. which is sad, if you think about it for too long. but i know it’s probably my brain’s way of protecting me from processing shit I’m not ready for.

the items you list in your stories resonate with me, though, particularly this one. yuri on ice, mushrooms, puppucinos, stick and pokes. not to say those sad boys are a dime a dozen, but they’re (sadly) more common than I’d like them to be. these sad boys let the sadness into their hands. they will explain that you deserve better and that is the reason why they go. (it happened during the initial split, but this time he came around and realized he was wrong.) they will give you their hand gestures, throw up peace signs at cars when they cross the street (i do that to buses now), wave with only their index finger (i looked it up, it’s called a “flirty wave”, which i think is hilarious), sign “that bitch” (about your mom, after they are given permission).

you, too, are sentimental. you like to hold onto things from the past, from those you’ve loved before, and if my heart wasn’t soft for you before, it is now. i believe this about everyone, but you especially are bad at being cold, at being unfeeling. you can tell when the sunlight hits your love’s eyes, when the stars fall down over their face and settle into their freckles. you can tell when they leave out “i love yous”, you are there for their moments. for a moment, let’s assume that even though you don’t miss them, past loves are thinking of you too, in a fond light. not enough to be unfaithful to their current and future loves, but fond nonetheless. let’s assume that those tattoos are still there, the bear is sitting on a shelf somewhere and is taken down once a year, to remember. let’s assume that when he realized the jacket was missing he cried for hours, remembering.

i guess i can’t help but be in awe of you—you’re kind of the embodiment of that quote that says that no love is ever wasted. each letter just further proves that point. but you deserve someone who will remember to love you in every way possible. through word, through deed, through jacket-over-cold-shoulders, through i-don’t-know-what-to-eat-i’ll-make-something-for-you, through i-love-you-im-staying.

i used to be the type of person that would take the negging lying down, would laugh it off. now i say, that’s not funny, you don’t talk to someone you love like that. and you know, they actually listen, and say they’re sorry, and then don’t talk like that again. it’s fun to tease, but not at the expense of being loving, being kind and gentle. of which you seem to be all three, deep down. so i hope you receive that energy back when the time is right.

#one for the money two for the show #i don’t directly bring up anyone I’ve loved in this letter #because i want you to know this one is for you #love letters #love

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