#fic: sublimation

[chewbokachoi]

Summary: Tomas is visited by friends, offering to help him get away. But soon Tomas learns that there's a time limit to not getting along with the Enenra.

Notes: Part One concludes with this chapter! Deposition, the sequel to this piece (but not the final piece to the series) will be posted in a couple of weeks. I would like to refine it and ensure it's better. There will be an "in between" chapter from Hanzo's perspective sometime between now and Deposition's posting.

Title comes from "Point of Know Return" by Kansas. A fitting song for this chapter's end, I feel.

Thank you for sticking with the story--it's rough on the edges, it takes time to read things, and I appreciate your time. I hope you enjoy, and I hope to see you again soon!

As a note - Tags updates (suicide attempt) as Tomas does prove to the Enenra he'll keep his promise.

Tumblr exclusive notes - Sareena likes building things because it makes her feel less guilty about all the destruction she aided Quan Chi in.

[justaz]

need post magic reveal/ban repeal where magic is free and everyone grows in their knowledge of just what magic is and how it works etc, etc. merlin (isn't one for bragging about his powers) doesn't really mention much about his magic so people just assume he has enough to get by with like chores but not enough to catch the ire of uther EXCEPT for gauis, lancelot, and arthur bc gaius and lancelot have known about him for years and know what he's capable of and arthur sat merlin down and demanded all the stories so arthur knows he'd be a formidable opponent but he doesn't really get it yk? so he's like "yeah merlin has magic and he's capable of defending himself and camelot so he's probably on the more powerful end of the spectrum like every other sorcerer who is powerful"

and then i need merlin to be Different. like noticeably different. like idk a sorcerer is like trying out to be court sorcerer (bc merlin doesn't want another job dammit arthur give it morgana or someone-) and they perform this elaborate spell that captivates merlin and he starts asking all these questions and the sorcerer is like "yeah it's super difficult, it took me months to get it right and it takes years for some others-" and they cut themselves off bc merlin was just like "i wanna try" and does it perfectly first try. the sorcerer is seething.

camelot is hit with a heatwave and everyone is suffering and arthur is just like "morgana can you make it rain or something? it's too hot to breathe." and morgana is just like "no you idiot i can't just bend nature to my will. it doesn't like that." and merlin finally arrives with waterskins full of nice, cold, refreshing drink that the knights are frothing at the mouth to get. arthur complains again and morgana huffs and merlin is like "has he been like that this whole time?" and morgana nods with a groan and merlin laughs before going "i can try something" and leaves before anyone can say anything and arthur looks at morgana and is like "i thought you said nature doesn't like to be controlled?" and she's like "it doesn't" and then they all chase after merlin but he's chilling in the courtyard with his eyes closed, not even chanting, and then the sky starts to darken as black clouds roll in, the temperature plummets and then...snow begins to fall. in july. they all end up having a snowball fight.

a power hungry sorcerer comes along and is like "emrys....he's perfect....just what i need...teehee" and casts some spell over merlin and begins to siphon his magic and his power and merlin feels waves of his magic flood through the connection and into the sorcerer and like he's a mix of panic and concern bc yeah this mf is taking his magic but they're taking his magic. merlin tries to bargain or talk them down while the knights and arthur try to attack but the sorcerer keeps pushing them back and ignores merlin and is like "i want power, i want your power" blah blah blah monologue time and they swing another wave of magic out at the knights and knock many out while killing some and merlin is just like "ok no that's all folks thanks" and starts to push his own magic through the connection. the sorcerer has this wild gleam in their eyes and they feel more and more power fill them and it's like a high until it gets too much and they frantically try to sever the connection and their telling merlin to stop but merlin is just like "i thought you wanted my power? i'm giving it to you" and continues to flood the sorcerer with his magic until gold begins to trace their skin and they idk explode or smth and then all the magic flies back into merlin and he flexes his hands. unnamed knights 3, 6, 22, 53, and 55 still died so it's a tragedy.

a bunch of sorcerers are entertaining at a feast (kind of like the trickler) and they cast illusions all around the room that look real enough (unless you look too closely or touch it bc they are somewhat see through and your hand would pass right through them) and it's a fun and joyous night. later that week, the knights bring it up during their break while training and merlin is like "sure, what illusion should i cast?" and after some back and forth, he settles on the illusion of a dragon. it's around the size and age of aithusa bc that's all he has to go off of and it's gold since he took inspiration from the pendragon crest all around the area. it jumps around and flaps it's wings to get some air and it's all fine and dandy until elyan goes to poke his hand through it's ribs but meets physical scales and he jumps up into percival's arms. merlin looks closer and is like "oh. its real. whoops." and leon is like "whoops?? you make a real life dragon and all you have to say is whoops?" and merlin shrugs and is like "it was an accident" and leon about keels over from a heart attack "an accident? how do you accidentally-" the dragon is considered a gift from magic to camelot and helps further heal the wounds of uther's purge.

idk just like merlin being casually the most powerful sorcerer to walk the earth and unnerving people just by how little he seems to care about his shows of power but they're all like "well he's just doing all these small things that don't harm anyone and he doesn't even seem to realize just how powerful he is so what can ya do?" and they leave it be and make peace with merlin being Like That. and then camelot/arthur is attacked or smth idk and then everyone gets to see exactly how powerful and dangerous merlin is

[wisteriagoesvroom]

i like the writing crew in the landoscar tag a lot. feels like i get to hang at a cosy cafe with lots of talented ppl and we’re all just waving at each other while we put orange paper dolls into increasingly deranged Scenarios

[11chasty11]

my real expierence reading This weapon wants

i'm weak.

[amrv-5]

Going to walk into the fucking water 🙏👍🚶➡️🌊

[erisenyo]

Some Jeeko for Day 5 of @dilf-cember anyone? Featuring inappropriate uses of "Sir" and "Lieutenant", getting into it in the communal showers, not at all recognizing your own motivations, and trying to establish dominance by making the other person come first.

[“No, you’re going to tell me all on your own,” Zuko snaps, shoving Jee again, this time with enough force to rock him back a step. “What am I.” “Sir,” Jee grits out as he steps back into his at-rest position in the water, his skin prickling from the spray and bending lashing against him and the barely-contained aggression in the air. “It’s easy to act like a big man when the other person can’t hit you back.” “Do it then,” Zuko immediately demands with another shove. “Hit me. I didn’t ask you to hold back.” “So you can get me court-martialed?” Jee snaps, fire twisting hot in answer. Like he hasn’t played that fucking game before. He isn’t going to fall for it twice. “I’m not an idiot. Sir.” Zuko clearly catches the implication right away this time, flushing all the way up his stupid bald head again before leaning in and hissing right into Jee’s face, “So I don’t have to hear you squalling like a fishmonger’s wi—” Jee takes a swing before the words finish leaving the brat’s mouth.] OR, Lieutenant Jee has had it up to here with tiptoeing around Prince Zuko’s stupid, obnoxious, stubborn, childish refusal to listen. Zuko has had it up to here with being called a child.

[lesbianalanwake]

I'm using this as an opening nightmare loop for the Alice fic, so it's on the brain, but..... see, Alice is also bad at communication. using a vacation as pretext to trick her partner into therapy is kind of a wild thing to do. Alan isn't an asshole for having a normal upset reaction to that, and he regrets storming out as soon as he's outside. he doesn't stay mad, because he's a normal person who loves his wife. he's very eager to put the blame on himself and also on Hartman. (me 🤝 Alan: Alice has never done anything wrong. even when she's wrong.)

it's not about who's "at fault," it's the quiet tragedy of people having relatively normal people issues, and the fact that Alan is struggling but trying, and Alice means well but does something kinda dumb, and that gets preyed upon by extraordinary forces and also the world's worst therapist.

the fact that those very same issues are enabling them to slowly navigate the Dark Place in Game The 2nd is VERY good and delightful. I'm obsessed with the fact that Alice is kind of doing the same thing, only in an extreme paranatural context, and that it works. I LOVE that for them. we can't communicate outside of our art like normal people but we WILL use that to our advantage. <3

and if, for some reason, the giant cosmic jaws of the not-cabin had not snapped shut at that moment in Game The 1st, Alan would have turned around after a few minutes and gone back and apologized, and he would have felt bad enough about it that he would have agreed to see Hartman, and a similar rotten situation would have happened in a very different way because Hartman sucks just so bad. and I think about that a lot.

[tachimichishrine]

First of all I must say that... THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR THE VALUABLE CONTENT OF TACHIHARA, I NEED MORE OF THIS BEAUTY, I LOVE EACH OF YOUR WRITINGS AND... It's still going around in my head how the virgin Tachihara would react receiving his first oral, I need to see this guy cry 👏.

<oh my godddd yall need to stop making me meltdown with these compliments so i can elaborate on virgin tachi getting his brains fucked out so good he forgets his own name>

"first time"

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virgin!tachihara michizou x fem! reader

▸◃▵pt 1 // pt 2 // pt 3▵▹◂

warnings: nsfw ; drug + alcohol use implied ; slight voyeurism/ public sex ; degradation ; masturbation (m) ; oral (giving) ; intended lowercase ; cursing ; pt 2 of ruining pre-hunting dogs tachi im making this a goddamn series and it's gonna have more episodes than one piece

the engine purred quietly when your grip on the wheel was loose and your toes dipped on the pedal. your windows were rolled down and the breeze was blowing through his ebony hair.

the scent of the damp night horizon mixed in quite nicely with the sensation of your fingers dancing up and down tachihara's leg. you were leaning back in the seat, a gentle laughter as you snuck glances at his expression.

"the night's still young," you murmured teasingly, thumb rubbing up on his inner thigh. "you sure you don't-"

"shut up." his voice was shaking a lot more than he cared to let on, the quiet sigh almost lost in the wind.

it was too easy. you could see the silhouette of the bulge in his pants from after you'd pulled him into an empty car and ruined him, and his face was doing a terrible job at concealing it. your eyes were trained on the street but every sense was honed in on his subtle squirming and the hitching of his breath.

"woah, someone's uptight. need some help letting loose?"

not a chance was given because your fingertips were getting way too close and he couldn't back his hips into the seat to shy away from your touch anymore. you swerved on the empty roads, running lights and accelerating brashly, partly because you wanted to instill in him the high pressure, blood-pumping adrenaline that your hazy mind was experiencing.

he let out a muffled whimper once you pushed down with the palm of your hand and rubbed along the length. you were high on the aftertaste of the blunt you'd been smoking and drunk on the control of having him come apart so easily when you increased the pressure and stole a husky groan from his chest. he was practically twitching in your grasp when you curled around him and handled him just a little harder.

"want me to pull over and take care of ya?" you asked, the words kind and considerate but the way you were almost jerking him off like you wanted him to break were anything but.

his ego wouldn't let him. "nah, I-I'm... mnnn I'm good."

you shrugged your shoulders with a coy smile. "if you say so."

the ride back was worse than he could've ever imagined. he figured you'd act like last time, when you wasted no time in sliding under layers of clothing and got straight to the point. maybe you were taking it easy before, and the fact that he was hard all over again just thinking about it was signal enough that you had the green light to do with him as you pleased yet you did nothing drastic.

he didn't know what to do with his hands. any action to shed a few garments resulted in you pulling off of him completely with a teasing 'tsk' like you weren't pleased he was trying to do something himself. it took begging - something he'd never thought he'd do - in the most lustful, pathetically needy pleads just to get you to go back to teasing him. the closest thing he got to relief was when you slid your hand up his shirt then down his pants to keep playing with him without ever making skin-to-skin contact.

tachihara let out a frustrated groan. "please, stop fuckin' with me, and just-"

"fuck you?" you completed the thought, giggling at yourself while he kept shifting himself on the seat to get you to be as close as possible. "you wait this long and suddenly you're so impatient, tachi. what ever happened to good things come to those who wait?"

his mind wanted to tell you to shut the hell up with your perky responses but it was busy being corroded by pulsating senses shooting up his body. he couldn't handle it anymore; you oscillated between a slower and a faster pace in order to give him the one he didn't want. if it wasn't for his need for you to do it for him, he would've pounded himself just for a temporary escape from the embarrassing situation of moaning in the stolen car in front of you. he tried to cover it up with more curses but every attempt was getting further and further away from fooling everyone.

it was a wonder how you hadn't gotten him to cum in his pants from the stimulation alone by the time you'd arrived back at the apartment. who knows whose it was, all you cared about was that your gang of misfits crashed there every night and right now the windows were flashing bright colours and you could basically hear the music from down where you were.

"so that's what those dickheads have been doin'," you remark as if nothing had been happening, climbing out of the vehicle you'd parked and taking a look upwards. "that's too bad, I'm sure you would've preferred privacy."

"I would've preferred...?"

his half-formulated question received a half-formulated answer when you pulled him by the wrist onto the side of the building, an alleyway that was dirty and grimy and dark and perfect for what you were about to do.

"mmnf~" he had a hard time resisting, let alone taking charge when you had his slammed against yet another hard surface with your hands all over him and your lips grinding up on him almost as roughly as your hips. if he wasn't already stimulated, bringing up your thigh to the side of his hip in order to hump yourself on him was the final straw.

"shit, don't make me ask again," tachihara tried to say forcefully but one roll of your clothed cunt got him nearly apologizing and begging you to be nice. there was no way you were going to let him brat tonight.

"better," you considered, your hand going back down to where it had previously ventured, but this time sliding under both pants and underwear in one fell swoop. there wasn't enough space, his pants taking the brunt of the aggression when you yanked your wrist back and the button popped off. he barely had time to register that you'd done away with his belt again when you were jerking him off so expertly he felt his body go weak and whole world blur.

maybe he was inexperienced, but maybe you were just too good: your command for him to spit in your hand brought another layer of red over his features, but goddamn was it worth it when you were lubing him up with his own saliva while pulling and pushing with talented fingers. you toyed with the end, which you could guess would be flushed a pretty pink if his cock wasn't veiled by the night. you drew circles around the pre-cum that was already pearling out the tip then smeared it all over the sensitive flesh. you paused the stroking for a moment to center it in your palm and rotate it softly and slowly, and for a second through his clenched eyelids he could've sworn he was being handled by a deity.

you didn't bother kissing him anymore, as the distance allowed you to look at him with his features illuminated by glowing neon and low yellow. your free hand pinched his face, his chin resting in the junction between index and thumb while you squeezed tightly and brought him at an angle to look at you.

"open 'em," you commanded, and he did after a bit of hesitation, or was it shame? the answer wasn't clear until you noticed water pooling over his lashes and struggling whimpers. "aww, am I takin' it too hard on ya?"

a rhetorical question; you slammed your hand back into his hips and his cock was having a difficult time not unraveling with every hard, borderline violent thrust. you checked in every once in a while, 'too much?', 'does this still feel good?', 'you want more, baby?' but every sultry sentence was just a ruse. the only confirmation you needed was the spasming of his muscles as he came all over your hand.

he was so glad the high had passed and the buildup was over, even though every second felt so fucking good it was also humiliating to hear the echo of his own moan in an alleyway right outside your apartment complex in the dead of the night.

except that you didn't stop.

you knew just how sensitive he would be after his orgasm washed over him, yet you were mercilessly watching the tears stream down his perfect little face while you fucked him roughly in the aftermath. it was only through whining and begging to slow down that you kissed him again to get him to shut up. his lips tasted so good, salty from the tears and you opened your mouth against his gasps to let your tongue dance along the back of his teeth and roll over on the roof of his mouth.

too much, it was too much: your hand pounding him harshly with fingertips groping at his balls to balance the pain with pleasure, your teeth wrapped around his bottom lip while sucking it into you, not to mention your free hand grabbing at and massaging his ass. he didn't know what to feel except aroused as the blood rushed back down into his cock and he was about to do it all over again.

"hard again so soon?" you quipped. he didn't have the ability to respond since your hand had resized its grip again and he was losing his mind for a third time tonight. "you really are a fuckin' whore. fucked you in my cunt, fucked you on my hand... all that's left now..."

and you dropped to your knees.

he couldn't even look at you, his throat dry and rasping while he recovered from the sudden lack of touch for the instant where you positioned yourself with your face on his hips and somehow managed to tease him worse than before.

tachihara preferred it like this. at least this way you didn't have a direct view of his tears and sobs while you fluctuated once more from dreadful overstimulation to languid motions. it was still cold out, but his body felt so warm from everything pumping in his veins, particularly his cock once you'd had your fun edging him with your tongue and slowly shifted towards sucking him off.

"nng... fuck, fuck, fuck," he panted, voice breaking with every word. "d-don't... don't fuckin' st-ahhh~"

you had no intention of stopping until his knees were weak and he couldn't manage a single word. your tongue rolled over every part of him that got his body twitching and the strong muscle sucked down so hard he thought you'd just slurp his cum straight out of him like a goddamn sippy cup. his hands gripped onto the back of your skull to hold you, but he couldn't figure out whether he was trying to pull you off or push you on.

it didn't take long for him to snap once more and shoot hot liquid down your throat and face. he couldn't see you spitting it all out on the dirty pavement because the pleasure was just too much and he was trembling from all the sensations, porcelain cheeks adorned with streaks of his lust broken apart by your own. you dusted off the dirt from your knees and shot him a devilish smirk before kissing him, making him taste himself.

"shhh, it's ok," you murmured into his lips, hand caressing his face softly while you rubbed the tears with your thumb. "you did so good for me, baby. I wanted you to have a real taste of what I can do, so why don't we head in and you don't worry your pretty little head about this, yeah?"

his panting was loud, but he managed to cool down enough to sound coherent. "mmmn, yeah... yeah, let's do... that..."

"don't tell me you want more, you little slut." it was reflexive, at this point, to react this way when he was acting cute and oh so corruptible. your hand was loosely wrapped around his neck with the other trailed down his abdomen, all the while your entire body was trapping him against the brick wall again.

"'cause there are a whole lot of other ways I can fuck you, baby."

[dragonshoardofworks]

Ecto-Implosion Time! (2/3)

Take The Stars And Show Them How To Glow by @ikiracake

Time to break out the grown-up pixie-bob panties! ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

(Or at least not full grown-up for most of the Team...)

Like yesterday, trivia under the cut. (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

The first drawing I made of the Magical Girl AU were Sam and Tucker's Final Forms on my sketch pad, just for fun. But then I realized that I could use them for @ecto-implosion!

...But things escalated quickly after that. (^～^;)ゞ

A clear image of what I wanted to do popped up in my mind and then from the first duo, the Team gained members and got bigger and the concept of not being at full power took hold and then...!

Well. You'll see next chapter.

〜(꒪꒳꒪)〜

(Oh, can any of y'all guess how many and which detective-references I put in Wes's design? 👀👀)

[notquiteaghost]

what the fuck kind of superpower does etho have that he's not only better at the games his friends made than the friends who made the games but he's specifically better at things entirely out of his actual control. like he got all those dungeon keys in decked out & now he has three treasure chests in vault hunters???

[sublimitymp3]

lol got my first “hate” comment on ao3

[chewbokachoi]

okay don't be like me guys

-screeches in deleting a scene she hated only to realize it was actually good and could have been used-

[thethirdstageofdeath]

Dropping another Whump Wars submission amidst the Hannibal reunion freakout (which I am very much a part of)

[petit-naldo]

"Have I done something wrong?" Carlos asked frankly. "You're acting strange."

link to the chapter here

[has-gilgamesh-doneanythingwrong]

man its the same feeling as when i shared my favorite hakuno x cu x archer emiya ot3 fanfic on here XD some works just leave me so speechless

here it is:

This fic is another massive fav of mines because not only does it explore Hakuno's reservations and struggle with desire in such immense detail, but its exploration and exposition of Archer Emiya and Cu Chulainn's lives, feelings and developing relationship with Hakuno is sooo good.

ok i stop now

[phantomphaeton]

Fencing Lessons

In which Charlotte is a laid back Queen playing Cyrano to her favorite nephew and the Diamond of 1814.