#g: mass effect 3

[vgtrackbracket]

Video Game Track Bracket Round 2

Leaving Earth from Mass Effect 3

vs.

Them's Fightin' Words from Hylics 2

No propaganda was submitted for either track.

If you want your propaganda reblogged and added to future polls, please tag it as propaganda or otherwise indicate this!

[trekkiemage]

@sparatus - happy Mass Effect Holiday Cheer!!

I know how much you love Councilor Sparatus, and I thought you'd appreciate a portrait of the esteemed Councilor 💙💙

Process video under the cut

[g4zdtechtv]

THE PILE PRESENTS: X-Play - GDC '08: Night 5 | 2/22/08

It may be the last day, but their coverage is FAR from over!

[hauntingrabbits]

More Batman/My Little Pony au art because these are ridiculously fun to draw. Part 3 here! Part 1 here!

More info under the cut!

1. Sweet Talk/The Harlequin (Harleen Quinzel)

Originally contracted to work as a psychiatrist for the Tartarus villain redemption program, Sweet Talk had a unique relationship with the Joker. This relationship was proven to be even stranger than her coworkers had originally assumed when she broke him out and joined him in his life of crime.

Devoting herself entirely to her new life and relationship with the joker, she covers her original cutie mark at all times. Snce her horn was snapped she can no longer cast precise spells, leaving her magic mostly emotion-based and intensely volatile, (typically manifesting in the form of sparks, zaps, and explosions).

Other Notes:

-Using Tartarus as a substitute for Arkham Asylum for this au because why not.

-The villain redemption program did NOT go well. Sorry Twilight.

-Mostly based on BTAS Harley because I adore the original costume.

-Her horn was cracked by the Joker

2. Pudding Pie/The Joker (The Joker)

Batpony’s most notorious foe. Said to have been just a regular pony until he fell into a vat at an Ace Potions factory during a conflict with Batpony.

He doesn’t have a Cutie Mark, but it’s unclear whether this was always the case or instead a result of his accident. The effects of permanent Cutie Mark loss—the only known cases of which occurred via long-banned magic and/or traumatic injury—are largely unstudied, and it’s ramifications are unknown. Some ponies theorize this may be the reason for the Joker’s mental state and general disposition.  

Sundown has a different opinion on the matter.

Other notes:

-Based mostly on BTAS joker and the ‘89 Nicholson joker.

-His name is just based on Harley’s “pudding” nickname for in in a lot of versions, but I think it would also be hilarious if he was a distant relative of Pinkie Pie.

-I could leave it ambiguous but. Yeah the potion vat didn’t actually do anything beyond slightly altering his physical appearance. He’s just like that and he never got a cutie mark in the first place.

3. Gadiel/Scarecrow (Jonathan Crane)

Raised among ponies, Gadiel was relentlessly bullied for being gangly and birdish, earning him the nickname “Scarecrow” in his youth. Though he later successfully became a professor and psychologist in Gotham, Gadiel was eventually fired when he was found to be testing his fear-inducing potions on his students and purposefully putting them through terrifying and dangerous situations. Deciding to take his experiments to the masses, Gadiel donned the mantle of Scarecrow and weaponized fear to become a career criminal.

As the Scarecrow, he’s known for his skill in manipulation, psychological torture, and crafting dangerous potions and gas. The effects of fear on magical creatures are unique and intense, much to Gadiel’s delight and interest.

Other Notes:

-I wanted to make his front half a crane but I couldn’t get the long neck to work right with the mask, so he’s more crow-like instead.

-according to the wiki 1/3 of Griffin names start with a G so naturally I was extremely tempted to name him Gonathon and you should all be very grateful I did not. The name Gadiel has origins in the bible as the name of an archangel which I thought was fitting given the insane religious trauma some versions of the scarecrow went through. I thought about trying to do something similar for this version but given that the mlp universe uses Princess Celestia as a replacement for God in expressions like “Celestia knows where” and “Oh my Celestia” I wasn’t really sure how to go about it. There’s probably some kind of sun-worshipping thing in equestria idk.

-I spent a long time on the mlp wiki but from what I could find the only “fear” magic in the show is just used by one guy and its just called “dark magic”. I thought for sure there would’ve been some random plant or magical creature they dealt with at some point that maybe did something similar I could use for his blurb but unfortunately there was not.

4. Mandible/Falseface (Basil Karlo/Matt Hagen)

Hungry and deeply resentful of the changeling queen for forcing her underlings to share what little stolen love they had with her, Mandible went rogue early on and split off from the hive to pursue his own ventures. Finding success under the name Claypose as a pony actor in Gotham, he was sustained primarily by the one-sided love of his fans for years, despite the false identity having no real prior personal relationships to leech from. 

After a magical special effects accident on set revealed his true nature, he went into hiding and immediately started crafting a new persona, but soon found in his distress and rage over losing his identity as Claypose that he could no longer sustain any disguise long enough to keep up a long-term facade. Blaming the accident, he targeted the unicorn responsible by posing as his wife to leech his love, but ended up killing the pony in a panic when his disguise failed much faster than he’d anticipated it would. Unable to keep up a new identity or return to the hive, Mandible turned to a life of crime instead, doing dirty work for the bigger criminal names in Gotham and leeching love from his employer’s targets to survive.

Other notes:

-Clayface being a changeling was an obvious pick given his power set but I really wasn’t sure how to tackle the main issue of him being unable to keep a solid form for long. I went with his distress and frustration being the main thing keeping his disguise flimsy (so he gets put in kind of an ourobouros cycle where his disguise being bad makes him upset but him being upset makes it harder to fix his disguise), but the magic accident probably also contributed somehow.

-Why are all the changelings straight up just named after body parts in this show whats that about. The “Clay” in Claypose is obviously a reference to his title/schtick in the comics while the “pose” comes from both his job as an actor and the fact that he’s posing as a pony. Mandible is the name for the jaw part of an insect.

-there's actually an entirely different batman villain called falseface in the '66 series but I couldn't come up with anything better. Changeface just does not roll off the tongue.

3. Winglon/Killer Drake (Waylon Jones)

Originally intended to be used in an entrance exam, his egg was stolen from a Canterlot delivery cart on its way to Celestia’s school of magic and sold on the black market to a Pony Island circus. Raised to be part of the freak show, Winglon was pitted against circus performers and overconfident challengers in ring fights for money and entertainment. Enduring abuse and injury throughout his life from ponies that he was always fundamentally stronger than, it was only a matter of time until he snapped. Garnering the name Killer Drake for his actions, Winglon escaped into the Gotham sewer system.

Not knowing how to return to the dragonlands or whether he’d even fit into dragon society at all, he continues to lurk in the dark away from any life, deeply resenting ponies and all other manner of magical creatures that make friends with them.

Other notes:

-I like silly names ok. Winglon Jones. -I like the theory that the dragon egg used for Twilight’s entrance exam was actually fake/meant to be a no-win scenario, but I also don’t think it would be that hard for enterprising ponies to get their hands on dragon eggs. The practice probably stopped in the later seasons when they made friends with the dragonlands or whatever though.

-Given that dragons threaten to eat or kill ponies at multiple points in the show, the cannibalism is actually kind of understandable. And also not even cannibalism anymore. Still murder though.

[mostmagical]

hi I write.

multi-fandom but mainly posting about mass effect (primarily femshep/garrus), miraculous ladybug, and kingdom hearts. all fandoms are tagged. unless I forget.

ao3 / writing tag

analysis/meta or otherwise writerly thoughts (if I feel like tagging them)

fic recs/fics by others: ml • me (or check out my bookmarks)

comprehensive fic list under read more

mass effect 💫

Shepard/Garrus:

Heartbeating (ao3) oneshot, 3.6k, M - Shepard, Angst, Pre- & Post-Destroy reflections.

Hoping, Praying, Promising (ao3) oneshot, 2.1k, T - Garrus Study, The Handshake.

Soft Anchor (ao3) oneshot, 1.2k, T - Fluffy cuddling.

waiting room (ao3) 3/9 ongoing, T - Post-Destroy, Shepard wakes up in the hospital alone.

others: in Golden Yellow (ao3) poem, 342, G - Poem about grief. (Avitus Rix/Macen Barro)

miraculous ladybug 🐞 all completed fics and oneshots hundred word drabbles

multi-chapters:

Fate, Destiny... A Hamster (ao3 / tumblr tag) 14/14, 60k, T - Adrinette Never Met AU. Based on real life hamster events.

Maybe You Forgot (ao3) 5/5, 19k, T - Marinette remembers Oblivio AU.

[monsterfucker-showdown]

Welcome monsterfuckers to the Monsterfucker Showdown!

Characters in showdown

Part 1 has started!

Bracket A Round 3: is up!

Bracket B Round 3: is up!

Bracket C Round 3: is up!

Bracket D Round 3: is up!

Bracket E Round 3: tba

Bracket F Round 2: is up!

Bracket G Round 2: is up!

Bracket H Round 2: is up!

Links to polls under the cut

Part 1

BA:R1 BA:R2

BB:R1 BB:R2

BC:R1 BC:R2

BD:R1 BD:R2

BE:R1 BE:R2

BF:R1 BF:R2

BG:R1

BH:R1

Bracket G

Matchup 1: Ursula from The Little Mermaid vs surtur from Thor: Ragnarok

Matchup 2: Garudamon from Digimon vs frankenstein's creature from mary Shelley

Matchup 3: Gummy from Gummy and the Doctor vs The crow mauler from fear and hunger

Matchup 4: Rengar from League of Legends vs Lord Arum from The Penumbra Podcast

Bracket H

Matchup 1: Demona from Gargoyles vs Dracula from Bram Stroker

Matchup 2: Bowser from Super Mario vs Smaug from The Hobbit

Matchup 3: Slender man vs the devil from the arcana

Matchup 4: Lunar Guardian Nasus from League of Legends vs scp 2521 from scp foundation

Bracket A Round 3

Matchup 1: Venom from Venom vs raiju from pacific rim

Matchup 2: Leshy from COTL vs Te Ka from Moana

Bracket B

Matchup 1: Winged Lion from Dungeon Meshi vs Ghost Rider is from Ghost Rider

Matchup 2: osail from Genshin Impact vs Indrid Cold's Mothman form from The Adventure Zone Amnesty

Bracket C

Matchup 1: madama khepri from bayonetta vs Yautja from Predator

Matchup 2: Garrus Vakarian from Mass Effect vs zoe from monster prom

Bracket D

Matchup 1: Davy Jones from Pirates of the Caribbean vs the projectionist from bendy

Matchup 2: Uranus from Bloody Roar vs Jon Talbain from Darkstalkers

[imakemywings]

Below will be fanfic recs for TOLKIEN, HADES, DRAGON AGE, MASS EFFECT ANDROMEDA and THE TERROR. Once again, I’ve tried to break the Tolkien recs down by character groupings but you all know what a thankless task that is. Asterisks by particular faves! (〜￣▽￣)〜

(Photo credit to Craig Pattenaude on Unsplash.)

Past fanfic rec lists

Tolkien

Sindar

As a River Flowing Into the Sea by Melesta - E - 3.2k - Elwing nurses a long-standing crush on Princess Idril. Love the symbolism and the characterizations here!

Bitter was Their Parting by Atalantie - G - 2.2k - I can’t speak, I’m crying about Arwen and Elrond.

Different Ways to Light a Path by baby_bat_98 - G - 5.1k - If you are looking for early stages of Gimli and Legolas coming to understand each other this fic is for you! Legolas is having a very bad no good time in Moria and Gimli offers some assistance.

* Chain and Trammels by am_fae - G - 322 - AHHH! It is SO testament to Lark’s writing ability that so much is fit into such a short fic. This speaks VOLUMES about Melian and her choices pre-canon and throughout Silm. And so poetically written, as always!

Hemlock and Niphredil by theScrap_Witch - G - 4k - Absolutely wonderful and crushing examination of Thingol and Elrond in Aman bonding over a daughter who chose mortality.

* A King is He That Can Hold His Own by iddump - I hear you. But Mae, you say, you’ve recced this fic like five times already. but listen. Listen. This week’s new chapter was so good it has to go on here again. Blown away once more by iddump’s grasp not only on the characters but their relationships with each other. This fic is a thesis statement on Maedhros and Thingol and I am here. for. it.

Nothing Beside Remains by TheChasm - G - 1k - Elrond and Elros take a trip to Doriath and everything is bittersweet. Wonderful exploration of their relationship to each other as well as to their family history.

* The Redemption of Daeron by Runedhel - T - 7.3 - Entirely in verse, this dedicated love letter to Tolkien and Daeron in particular blew me away. This author has fantastic talent and I was amazed at how well Tolkien's poetical style was captured. And of course, I love a happy ending for Daeron, even if it takes him a while to get there <3

The Self is Not So Weightless by Alyss_Baskerville - G - 1.3k - Sobbing again over Elwing meeting Thingol in Valinor. Absolutely wonderful fic!

To Speak of Nothing by Alyss_Baskerville - G - 3.7k - Honestly going a little wild over this take on Elrond and Elros’ relationship with Maedhros and Maglor. This look at the twins’ final goodbye to their kidnappers and caretakers is SO good and also shows how each of them views it a little differently.

Noldor

The Beloved by am_fae - E - 7.1k - Lark literally never misses. Once again Finrod and Sauron’s dynamic is utterly transfixing and their growing internal conflict over their feelings is delicious.

* Calma, Lambe, Lambe, Ore by sallysavestheday - G - 656 - Maglor and Daeron both made me laugh here and I loved the tone of this piece. Pretentious Maglor and snarky Daeron makes for such a fun dynamic.

The Chain that Snaps by am_fae - T - 5k - This masterpiece comes to a stunning and explosive conclusion to masterful effect. The emotions here come through so powerfully and vividly you can't help but be on the edge of your seat.

Deliberate by unendingwanderlust - E - 1.1k - Delightful bit of Meladriel smut with Galadriel getting the spanking she sorely needs. Very fun character dynamics!

Ensnared by swanmaiden - E - 749 - Messy messy Celegorm fucking one of his followers. His attitude here is so believable and as usual, Heather excels at capturing self-destructive characters. Nice work!

Hearth Fire by Atalantie - G - 1.4k Lovely little look at a tenderer, if still contentious, relationship between Feanor and Findis as the rebellion of the Noldor draws nigh.

In Fields of Gold by Arveldis - G - 350 - This is such a lovely glimpse of Finwe and Indis’ happiness and love. Beautiful imagery!

Just Call Me Home by sallysavestheday - T - 1k - A sweet moment between Celebrimbor and Finduilas after Celebrimbor disowns Curufin. Very touching <3

Maglor Indebted by SpaceAsthmatic - T - 8.2k - Very interesting look at Third Age relationships! When Maglor is badly wounded, he’s found and nursed back to health by an unlikely culprit–Legolas, only child of Thranduil, former Doriathrim. I really enjoyed the character interactions here!

Most Grievous of Partings by AngelQueen - T - 2.3k - Ahhh this look at Feanor and Nerdanel’s last parting is SO </3 The author does a great job capturing Nerdanel’s perspective.

Sown as Seed in the Dark by Melesta - G - 837 - The flowers are on Fingolfin’s side. Beautiful dialogue, and another angle for us all to weep about Fingolfin.

Starless by ncfan - T - 1k - Wonderfully claustrophobic look at Aredhel’s pregnancy in Nan Elmoth.

Tapestry of Years by NiennaWept - M - 5.7k - Love the dynamic between Galadriel and Melian here, and how despite her best intentions, Galadriel just can’t stay away.

True Wife by spellworth - G - 700 - You know that feeling when you supported someone on something because it seemed right and then later you realized they were totally in the wrong? Nerdanel knows that feeling :’) Fantastic dialogue and I love how the relationship between Feanor and Nerdanel is portrayed here.

Untitled by tanoraqui - This is such a fun look both at Finarfin’s relationship with Earwen as well as his position as Finwe’s youngest child. Great prose and a really sweet relationship between Finarfin and Earwen here!

Untitled by that-angry-noldo - ugly crying about Finarfin and Finrod’s relationship…also Finrod’s relationship with Nargothrond…really great work in using only a few lines to convey so much.

* Wan Little Husks of Autofiction by clovis_unleashed - T - 7.6k - Ahhh this is SUCH a fucking fantastic characters study of both Maglor and Daeron and how they are processing the Feanorian violence of the First Age a long time past. Absolutely phenomenal conceit of the conversation allegedly being about music. Cannot recommend enough.

Who did I suborn to do this piece? by birrdieEdwards - M - 1.1k - Fucking oof, brutal look at the kinslaying at Sirion with a painfully realistic Maglor and just enough canon divergence to make it that much more tragic.

Men

Ease Out the Thorns by myliobatis - G - 1k - Eowyn tries to help her soon-to-be-wife Faramir feel more comfortable in her own skin. A really sweet fic <3

The Horn of Gondor by saentorine - T - 3.5k - Very sweet and yet foreboding look at Boromir in the final days of Finduilas’ pregnancy with Faramir.

Labor of Love by Scyllas_revenge - G - 2.6k - Little Aragorn with his Super Serious crush on Arwen is adorable and poor Bilbo gets caught up in this XD

The Last Queen of Numenor by NevillesGran - G - 2.1k - Beautiful meeting between Tar-Miriel and Earendil at the fall of Numenor. Really captures the mythological energy!

Lavender Fields by Spurandsaddle - T - 507 - Arwen is less-than-subtle with her flirting, but it still takes Eowyn a moment to grasp it.

Rebuilding by bomberqueen17 - M - 7.7k - Excellent portrayals of both Eowyn and Lothiriel. A believable coming-together after the fight for Minas Tirith and good explorations of their feelings about their roles in life generally!

Ride Out with Me by raiyana - E - 2.1k - A really cute Eowyn/OFC fic from Eowyn’s youth!

Terra Incognita by aurembiaux - E - 8.1k - Faramir’s only been with men. Eowyn’s only been with women. They both try to get through their wedding night without having to admit this. Cute, sweet, funny.

With Every Seed You Sow, Let it Wash Away, Wash Away by hexagons - G - 3.9k - A beautiful exploration of Faramir post-canon and his budding friendship with Legolas. Excellent character portrayals!

Hobbits

Come True by Vulgarweed - G - 1.7k - Cute little fic about Elanor Gamgee meeting one of her heroes: Eowyn of Rohan.

Hades

Eternal Reward by cyankelpie - G - 2.3k - A lovely and touching look at the start of Asterius and Theseus' friendship.

Night Sightings by youtomyme - E - 6k - Sexy voyeurism between Hades and Persephone with Nyx's help.

Dragon Age

Anything Worth Doing by @chocochipbiscuit - E - 4.7k - Fabulous look at both Aveline and Isabela and the shift in their relationship after Aveline and Donnic divorce. I really enjoyed how real this felt (but still sexy!) I felt like this captured believable attitudes for women well into adulthood and that was very enjoyable.

Mass Effect Andromeda

Drusilla's Phosphorescent Adventure by drladybird - T - 6.6k - This is SUCH a fun look at Peebee and Vetra's relationship. Their banter fascinated me in-game and this fic does a commendable effort at capturing both the initial tension and the developing friendship.

Not So Recent History by Inquartata - T - 2.8k - Hundreds of years after the Andromeda Initiative arrives, Ellen Ryder awakes and meets Peebee, then a matron. Honestly, this fic convinced me that Ellen/Peebee is a far more compelling ship than Rybee. Let Ellen have some fun!

The Terror

Come Knocking by wildflower_47 - E - 3.5k - Delightful shenanigans when Francis, newly promoted, arrives at Franklin's house with a polite gift and is waylaid by a very intent Sophia. Love the dynamic of their relationship here!

Dark Red by flowermasters - E - 2.8k - Tasty sexy university AU where Francis is a professor at Sophia's university and she likes having a toy around. Really does a great job capturing the physical intimacy combined with the absence of true emotional intimacy.

An Ember, Stoked by Anonymous - E - 3.7k - Did you know "The Terror" has the most fanfics in the "sexual dysfunction" tag? Jopson is here to help Captain Crozier out with that.

Find the Wind to Fill My Sails by mothicalcreatures - G - 1.1k - A really touching moment where Sophia helps transwoman!Crozier explore privately presenting as a woman for the first time.

State of Grace/A Closing Flower by sshysmm - T - 432 - A short, sweet moment between Sophia and Francis before the departure of the expedition.

[smalllady]

Places in Mass Effect 3 - The Citadel Supposedly constructed by the Protheans, this colossal deep-space station serves as the capital of the Citadel Council. Gravity is simulated through rotation, and is a comfortable 1.02 standard G's on the Wards, and a light 0.3 standard G's on the Presidium Ring. Total Length (Open): 44.7 km Diameter (Open): 12.8 km Population: 13.2 million (not including keepers) Gross Weight: 7.11 billion metric tons

[caius-hhhhhh]

look, i finally got my ass into gear. I am positively delighted to announce that I’m ready to publish (one of) my podfic! I had the great honour of reading @birdsaretoddlers’ absolutely beautiful work, Altruism and Accrued Medical Conditions, a haunting character study of Alastor in his post-S1E08 mental and physical struggles.

Original tags: G, Gen, Alastor & Charlie; Hurt/Comfort, Medical Conditions, Healing, Alastor Has a Fucking Breakdown

You can listen to and download my reading of it through this Dropbox file:

Duration: 40:00 File type: mp3 File size: 73.25 MB

Music used: “Leaving Earth” from the Mass Effect 3 Soundtrack “Wiosna” from Katawa Shojou (an excellent visual novel about disability — I thought it fitting, no?) composed by Nicol Amarfi

Outtakes (of a slightly NSFW nature) and my warm-ups at the end!

Follow along with (and make sure to leave a comment on) birdsaretoddlers’ original fic:

I’m publishing my recording with her explicit (and enthusiastic!) permission.

[pirunika]

Masterpost try #368

last updated: 10.11.24

Tags :

#sudraws #my writing #xx #music #reference #photography etc.

Art Blog @mandoart

A03 (being revised)

Feel free to ask me anything, i love talking about my ocs or ideas (´°ω°`) or simply meet people

Fave LIs in no order bc why not :

Lann (Pathfinder Wrath of the Righteous)

Heinrix (Warhammer 40k Rogue Trader)

Alistair, Fenris, Blackwall (Dragon Age)

Garrus, Jaal (Mass Effect Trilogy)

Danse (Fallout 4)

Torian, Aric (Swtor)

Elliott (Stardew Valley)

Astraeus, Alain, Reiner, Nav (Lovestruck)

Liod, Andvari, Chris (Romance Club)

Asra, Julian (The Arcana)

Jumin Han, Zen (Mystic Messenger)

Lucifer, Mammon (Obey Me)

Hanzo (Nightshade)

Raze honestly all 3... (Demonheart)

Ernol, Haron (Ebon Light)

Leander (Touchstarved WIP)

Flannan (The Good People WIP)

M, A (The Wayhaven Chronicles)

Herald, Lady Argent (Fallen Hero)

Hadrian (The Golden Rose)

Uly (Whiskey-Four)

Blade (Shepherds of Haven WIP)

Laurent all of them (Perfumare WIP)

O, G (Infamous WIP)

Games I Play/ed

Dragon Raja Mobile

Sims free2play, mobile, 3, 4

Black Desert Mobile

Fate Grand Order

Cookie Run Kingdom

Eldarya

Lovelink

MeChat

Blush Blush

Choices

Ikemen Sengoku

Samurai LBP

A Date with Death

Andromeda Six

Tailor Tales

Hollywood Red Embrace

Guild Wars 2

Slay the Princess

Fear & Hunger

Samurai of Hyuga

Blood Moon

Tin Star

Relics of the Lost Age

Soul Stone War

Tally Ho

I, the Forgotten One

Fields of Asphodel

Choice of the Deathless

Playlists :

Astraeus (Astoria Fate's Kiss - Lovestruck)

Astoria MC (aka Eos just below)

Sails in the Fog (Romance Club)

Shepherds of Haven WIP IF

Infamous WIP IF Band

Mason (Wayhaven Chronicles)

Some main-ish OCs/MCs :

Manolya 'Mili' Rosebud Sackville (Lord of the Rings Online) #oc: mili 4"

Gulsary Altankaya (DnD Online) #oc: gulsary 4'5"

Vorawin'ther Vandree 'Vora Winter' (Neverwinter/1/2, Pathfinder Wrath of the Righteous — a drow in one and dhampir in the latter) #oc: vora, #oc: vorawin'ther 5"

Balta Granar (Elder Scrolls Online) oc: #balta 6'2"

Ayka Delgerdzaya Aeducan (Dragon Age Origins) #oc: ayka 4'8"

Aurora Hawke (Dragon Age 2) #oc: aurora 5'5"

Talas Adaar (Dragon Age Inquisition) #oc: aysha 6'8"

Sue (lol i made a self insert for Fallout New Vegas) #the courier 5'4"

Anna Arslanowicz (Fallout 4) #oc: anna 6"

Elnara 'Ellie' Seitosmanovna Krymsky (Saints Row series) #oc: ellie 5'11"

'Lia' Shepard (Mass Effect trilogy) #oc: lia 5'3"

Valentina 'Tina' Ryder (Mass Effect Andromeda) #oc: valentina 5'6"

'Nino Balkish' (Star Wars the Old Republic, Chiss Mando Bounty Hunter) #oc: nino 5'11"

Emija Prizrak (Star Wars the Old Republic, Chiss Republic Trooper) #oc: emija 5'3"

Berra H'akan (Star Wars the Old Republic, Cathar Mando -by birth- Bounty Hunter) #oc: berra 4'11"

Kartili Kelborn (Star Wars the Old Republic, Twi'lek Smuggler mando ) #oc: kartili 5'7"

Yvadin Stagard (Star Wars the Old Republic, Twi'lek Bounty Hunter) #oc: yvadin 5'2"

Lirash Paaran (Star Wars the Old Republic, Togruta Bounty Hunter) #oc: lirash 5'10" montrals included

Koalcha (Star Wars the Old Republic, Chiss Imperial Agent token male oc) #oc: koalcha 6'6"

Eos 'Eremenko' surname may vary (MC of Astoria Fate's Kiss / Lost Kisses, interactive fiction in general & Warhammer 40k Rogue Trader & my WIP interpretation of the titan goddess with the same name) #oc: eos 4'11"

Ela (The Arcana, Fictif & Choices stories..etc. #oc: ela 5'8"

Eve 'Mac Diarmada' (Obey Me / Nightbringer, my interpretation of Eve!) #oc: eve 6"

Others :

Star Wars Clan H'akan (original Mandalorian clan settled on Werda, led by Danyal H'akan - also, father of Berra ⬆️) #clan h'akan

Star Wars Clan Strillir (also my Mandalorian clan on Werda, led by Sidar Strillir) #clan strillir

ASOIAF House Dawnbreak (a semi-noble household) here

Cultist Simulator (Follower) OC here (Eos ⬆️AU really...)

My Writing :

Homecoming, gen but Lucifer being Lucifer (OBEY ME)

My Moodboards, Edits :

SHEPHERDS OF HAVEN MC TEMPLATE

SHEPHERDS OF HAVEN MC MOODBOARD

BLADE X MC MOODBOARD

BLADE X MC MOODBOARD 2

ASTRAEUS X MC MOODBOARD 1

ASTRAEUS X MC MOODBOARD 2

ALAIN RICHTER MOODBOARD

[ladygwyndolin]

Commissions are BACK, BABY!

I'm kicking it off with another 5 slots just in time for spooky season! Want some extra scary gays (or regular gays ig) from a published author? Come strike while the iron's hot! Details/discounts below, now including a BG3 discount!

WILL WRITE: fanfic, OC, kink, ABO, original stories, furry, fetish, analytical nonfiction, multi-chapter, character/reader, existing fic canons, etc.

WILL NOT WRITE: incest, adult/child relationships, raceplay, others at my discretion

Discounts ($5 off every 1k words):

-Any F/F ship for the following: Baldur's Gate 3, Mass Effect, LOGH, Soulsborne, Musou series, Noir, Death Note

-Integra/Seras (Hellsing)

-Reinhard/Kircheis (LOGH)

-Kyomami or Madohomu (PMMM)

-Suletta/Miorine (G-Witch)

-Rusty/621 (AC6)

-Warmonger/Shaman (For Honor)

-Greyfax/Celestine, any F/F adepta sororitas OCs (W40K)

-Noi/Nikaido (Dorohedoro)

-Nadie/Ellis (El Cazador)

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[shalomniscient]

ARCHIVE ENTRY #3: ATLAS

“Even if I can’t save everyone, I have to try.” - Atlas, FAC Special Agent

◆ Name: Atlas ◆ Title: Purgatorial Pathstrider ◆ Alignment: [UNKNOWN] ◆ Tendency: Catalyst

Atlas is a fanmade character in Path to Nowhere. A Sinner currently employed by the FAC and known as ‘Humanity’s Strongest Soldier’ due to her unique Sinner ability. Her code name within the FAC is VANGUARD.

◆ Info -> Birthday: January 14th -> Height: 179cm -> Damage Type: Physical -> Birthplace: Syndicate

◆ Appearance Atlas is a tall, lean woman with pale hair and eyes. She has an almost sickly complexion, which stems from her Sinner ability. She wears a pair of black ring earrings and a black leather choker. Her appearance is always tidy and neat due to strict FAC regulations. Atlas has many scars, though the majority of them are hidden beneath her clothing and combat suit most of the time.

On missions, Atlas wears a special-issue FAC combat suit made of special plated panels that are both lightweight and highly protective. The suit also comes with an outer jacket layer that is heatproof and provides extra armoring, without adding extra weight. She also wears a respirator mask. At formal events, Atlas can be found sporting the typical FAC officer uniform, although her right side is noticeably decorated with various medals. Off duty, Atlas can typically be found wearing loose t-shirts and sweatpants 24/7, and her hair is notably messier. She also wears thick glasses instead of contact lenses.

◆ Mutation Assessment The subject has the unique ability to nullify Mania and all related events within a 20m range of herself. However, this ability comes at the cost of Atlas's lifespan and health. A unique side-effect of the subject using her ability is that her veins start to glow bright blue, similar to the color of Hypercubes. -> Preliminary testing from Paradeisos laboratories have noted that Hypercubes can be precipitated from the subject's blood. These hypercubes have a 99.9% purity and have a very long half-life compared to regular Hypercubes, although the cost to make a single 15g crystal is about a liter of the subject's blood, hence efforts on mass-producing Hypercubes from the subject have been halted.

According to the subject, her Sinner ability awakened early on in her childhood. A corruptor had awakened in the orphanage the subject once lived in, and in an effort to protect her fellow orphans and the caretakers present, the subject awakened her Sinner ability, immobilizing the corruptor until FAC units arrived on the scene. By then, the subject had gained a streak of white in her formerly dark hair, and her eyes had gotten lighter.

The subject has a remarkably low corruption state, although her general health and well being tends to fluctuate. The subject must take long break periods between missions now to avoid serious health complications.

◆ Criminal Record The subject does not have a criminal record, but was transferred to the MBCC to be temporarily placed under the care of the MBCC Chief due to complications related to her Sinner ability. The subject was initially to be given a staff room, but due to her status as a Sinner, insisted on taking a cell for the sake of 'fairness'.

◆ FAC Service Reports [equivalent to Serving Term] -> Report 001: VANGUARD performed exceptionally well on her first expedition mission, despite her young age. All squad members report high affability and willingness to cooperate from VANGUARD. All squad members survived the expedition, and no injuries were sustained.

-> Report 007: VANGUARD carried out a successful rescue and retrieval mission into BR-001. No casualties or injuries were sustained, and all personnel are currently receiving medical care. VANGUARD does not report adverse effects, although medical staff note that the percentage of white in her hair has increased.

-> Report 016: VANGUARD has been temporarily placed in squad G-47 for further training. Reports from Captain Varna Yano indicate that VANGUARD is acclimatizing well to the squad, and displays positive interactions with one of the squad members, Rahu. VANGUARD will remain with squad G-47 for another term before being transferred.

-> Report 024: It has been 96 system hours since VANGUARD has gone rogue in light of the Eclipse Operation, escaping the FAC facility and heading to DisSea on her own. In these 96 hours VANGUARD has successfully recovered the bodies of over a hundred personnel, although she has only managed to rescue one soldier alive, that being a member of squad G-47. Currently, VANGUARD's location remains unknown and cannot be tracked due to disturbances caused by the DisSea.

-> Report 025: VANGUARD has been recovered by FAC officers and is receiving emergency medical treatment. Exactly how VANGUARD was able to remain conscious for nearly four days remains unknown. Medical staff note that VANGUARD's hair is now 50% white.

◆ Voicelines

Obtain the Sinner...

Atlas, codename VANGUARD, reporting for duty.

Level Start...

Please remain close.

Win Battles...

A warranted victory.

Lose Battles.

Run! I will be right behind you.

Special Conversation 1...

Is it strange, to feel like you can understand me, Chief? Perhaps even selfish? But you know, don't you, the weight of being the only one who can do what you can? ...my apologies, I'm just lost in thought. Please, excuse me.

Developer Notes:

Another PTN babygirl to the roster !! Atlas is so, so soggy and my favorite tragic hero chewtoy. I came up with the idea of her while playing Skyrim (lol) and thinking about the implications of being the Dragonborn, or more generally, the Chosen One. What's it like, to have a destiny that isn't your own? A future already written for you? One that by nature you won't turn away from, yet you know you cannot escape anyway?

Atlas's name is, obviously, from the Greek myth of Atlas, the being who carries the weight of the sky on his shoulders. Which is fitting for this Atlas, because she too carries a heavy weight on her shoulders--that being 'humanity's strongest soldier'. Can you tell I was also thinking of a certain captain?

Still thinking of who to make as Atlas's LI, but I'm honestly leaning towards Rahu a little... she features in Atlas's lore, and I think their dynamic has the possibility to be SO yummy like... how do you love someone who can never be yours? A hero always belongs to the world first, and to their lover second, after all. And the reunion between Rahu and Atlas... Rahu would go a little crazy seeing the difference in Atlas's appearance, knowing what she knows about Atlas's Sinner ability and its cost.

Anyway, Picrew my beloved below !! This is the most recent picture of Atlas that's on her FAC ID card.

As for Atlas's combat suit, it's very similar to Gen Narumi's combat suit from Kaiju No. 8 !! I chose it for the mask and ALSO because it's drippy as hell LMAO i mean look at it:

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Soul Meets Body

Warnings:  18+ ONLY! NSFW! Explicit sexual content, coarse language, oral sex, smut, unprotected sex, alcohol, I think that's it???

Word Count: 6.8K

Summary: Just a smutty, wintery, friends to lovers, college Sam AU!

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“You’re such a drag,” Sam slurred, finally letting go of my hand, before shuffling back into the mass of dancing bodies. ‘I don’t dance’ is the understatement of the century. The idea of moving my body like that in front of a mirror, alone, in my room, is enough to make me cringe, let alone on a dance floor at a crowded bar. 

There was no bite in his tone, but I rolled my eyes at him nonetheless. He’s known me long enough to know that it doesn’t matter how many G&Ts I’ve had, I will not be joining him on the dance floor. I stay perched at the high top table we’d been drinking at for hours, now. As I shift my hips, I feel the indent I’ve molded into the velvet cushion. 

What I lack in confidence and a carefree social presence, Sam more than makes up for. It’s been that way since we first became friends. I met him a little over a year ago through our mutual friend, Danny. Dan and I were in the same chem lab during our freshman year and Sam was his roommate. The three of us became fast, easy friends and our individual friends melded effortlessly into our dynamic. 

We find ourselves, now, without those friends for the first time on a Saturday night, maybe ever. Sam and I had hung out alone before, sure. We’d studied together, ran to grab coffee between classes, helped the other stumble back to residence after a night out, but we’d never planned something like this. I don’t know if we ever would, had this opportunity not fallen into our laps. 

“A bar promotion, Sam? Seriously?” I’d asked.

“Come on, I know it’s not really your scene, but it’s December twenty-seventh. Everyone else will be home for Christmas.” He whined, puppy dog eyes in full effect, as he kneeled in front of my chair. 

“Sam–” I started, ready to beg him to stand back up and not make a scene in the middle of the library.”

“Just go with him so he’ll shut up, please,” Danny whispered, nose shoved deep in his textbook. 

“The tickets are free,” Sam continued, folding his hands and placing them neatly on my knees. “That old guy at the radio station gave them to me.” I stayed quiet, eyes searching his as I considered the plea. 

Sam and I would be the only two out of all of our friends to be on campus for Christmas. I hadn’t been on speaking terms with my parents for years and his internship at the local radio station prevented him from taking any time off this season. ‘The newbies get the holiday shifts, sorry, kid,’ they said.  

I knew he was going to win me over eventually. I had absolutely no reason not to say yes. No plans, no family to see, no other friends around. 

“I’ll buy you as many gin and tonics as you can handle,” he finally said, wagging his eyebrows, “maybe more than you can handle, if you’re lucky.” A grin slowly spread across my lips as my eyes squinted at him, really testing the waters to see if he was serious.

“Fine, deal.” I caved. 

“Yes!” He exclaimed a little too loudly for our current setting. Danny shoved his shoulder, nearly toppling him over, as I slapped a hand over his mouth, giggling quietly in the crowded library. 

The more I watch him, now, the more I really do, for once, wish I was the dancing type. He looks so genuinely happy singing along and swaying his hips. Uncoordinated and awkward as he may be, he’s having fun. It isn't until one of the girls next to him turns around to back herself into him that I felt a different feeling entirely. As she swivels her ass back against him, his eyes shoot to mine immediately. 

I wasn’t expecting that. I barely have time to change the look on my face, let alone wrestle with the feeling in my gut before his eyes meet mine. My knee-jerk reaction is to raise my eyebrows at him and smile, giving him a weak thumbs up to show I’m impressed. He laughs, tossing his head back and mocking me with a returned thumbs up. 

I look back down at my phone on the table and contemplate faking an emergency to get some fresh air. When I chance a glance back up at the couple, I regret it immediately. The knot of regret in my belly comes from two distinct places. First, I was seeing something I really didn’t want to see: Sam’s hands wandering low on her hips, his middle finger tugging on her belt loop, pulling her closer to him with the rhythm of the music. Second, I was face to face with exactly the feeling I’d been pushing down since the moment I saw Sam walking toward me with Danny a year and a half ago. 

I’d been trying incredibly hard for months to compartmentalize my feelings for Sam. I knew he was off limits the second Danny had introduced him to me, but as cheesy as it sounds, the heart wants what it wants. I’d forced myself to look the other way when he’d smile at me. I’d told myself the way he touched my side was nothing more than a gesture. I’d pushed down all the butterflies I’d feel when he told me a secret or brushed his hair behind his ear. 

But tonight? There’s no stopping it. It hits me like a brick wall. I’m face to face with the reality that I’ve been falling for him all this time. It’s as I feel my heart rate begin to speed up and my breath come a little less evenly that I know I have to do something. Leaving isn’t an option. Way too obvious and I don't want to ditch him. I go with option two and order myself two more shots and a double gin and tonic. 

With a deep breath and a quick prayer that it wouldn't all come back up, I down the shots and the drink in the span of sixty seconds. After a few deep breaths, I decided to stop ‘being a drag’ as Sam had so eloquently put it. I brush my hair behind my ears and make my way to the dance floor. I keep my phone and glass of, now just ice, in my hand like some sort of security blanket as I weave through the crowd. At first, I was sure I didn’t want Sam to see me; I didn't want him to notice that I had ventured out into the sea of bodies. Of course I don't really know how this kind of thing works. I’m relying completely on the liquid courage to move me. When I assume I’ve made it to the middle of the crowd, I close my eyes and think back to all the cliched instructions I’d heard before. Things like: don’t move to the music, let the music move you. And, pretend no one’s watching. 

The more I feel the alcohol in my bloodstream, the more those cliches start to make sense. I sway there for a few moments, hips feeling the beat, before I feel a body press up against my back. 

“Sorry–” I start, turning around to see who I’d bumped into. 

“You’re good,” a pair of bright blue eyes replies, smiling. “This okay?” he asks, hands moving to my hips as he swayed us along to the song. I nod, a blush rising to my cheeks as he brings my hands up to place them around his neck. He hugs me closer as the song changes to something a little slower, the bass thumping so loudly, I feel it in my tummy. The song is something I’d heard before. A classic, but some modern, bastardized version of it. I smile thinking about how much Sam must be hating it. 

I continue thinking about Sam. As Blue Eyes’ hands creep a little lower on my back, I imagine they’re his. As the bassline in the song begins to build, I run my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and wish it was longer, softer, lighter. When I touch the tip of my nose to his neck, I imagine this is how Sam smells, warm, soft, and a little sweaty, but I press my lips against it anyway. I feel the groan vibrate out of his throat as his hands dare to dip into the back pockets of my jeans. 

My heart begins to race. Muted, thumping, and heavy, I feel it deep in my chest. Longing. Desire. Carnal and raw. I’m starting to understand the appeal of not being a wallflower on nights like tonight. 

“Sam,” I murmur. 

“It’s Ben,” he laughs. I pull back to look at him, humiliation painting my features. “It’s okay,” he says, lips at my ear.

And that’s when I see Sam walking toward me with a surprised smile on his face. He winks at me and backs away, but as soon as he does, I want him closer again. I want him to feel how I felt watching someone else’s hands all over him. The logical side of my brain tells me he won’t care. He doesn’t have feelings for you like that, why would he give a fuck? But, the very drunk, much louder, side of my brain is yelling at me to try anyway. 

With a smile, I look up at Ben and shake my head, “I’m fine!” I assure him. With my hands on his cheeks, I press my lips to his. In the back of my mind, I’m willing Sam to still be standing there. Ben gives into me, holding me tighter as his lips slot into mine. Getting brave, I lick into his mouth. 

“Mmph,” he grimaces, pulling back, “gin.” 

“Do I taste like a pine tree?” I ask, trying to taste my own breath. He chuckles and nods.   

“I hot pine tree, but a very drunk one,” he states. “Where are your friends?” he asks. I look over his shoulder to see Sam standing by the bar, fiddling with his straw, trying to make it look like he’s not watching me. I’m sure he’s imagining this is what it would be like to see a unicorn or, more likely a train wreck. Ben’s line of vision follows mine and when he and Sam make eye contact, Ben nods, signaling Sam to come over. 

What was supposed to be a sexy attempt to make him jealous now makes my cheeks burn with embarrassment. I feel like a kid getting in trouble. Sam sucks the rest of his drink down and abandons it on the bar to stalk toward us, a smug look on his face. 

“Hey,” he says loudly, over the music, “you good?” he asks. I nod. 

“I hope I see you again,” Ben says, kissing me on the cheek before meandering away from us. 

“What was that?” Sam asks. I bury my face in my hands and lean my forehead against Sam’s chest, groaning. 

“I’m so embarrassed,” I mumble. 

“What?” He calls, clearly unable to hear me.

“Can you just dance with me?” I look up at him, asking pathetically. 

He feigns shock and delight, gesturing to himself dramatically. “Moi?” 

I roll my eyes and make an attempt to escape to the bathroom, but he grabs my wrist and stops me. 

“Hey, hey hey,” he chuckles. “I’m teasing. Of course I’ll dance with you.” 

I let him pull me closer. The song changes again to something with a little more soul. Another classic, but this time with much less autotune and unnecessary techno- drum tracks. 

“Finally, someone in this hellhole has taste,” he yells. 

“Enough,” I laugh, hugging my arms around his neck. He reciprocates, holding me closer to him and moving to the beat of the music. I still feel a little stiff, despite the fact that I can barely feel my feet due to the amount of alcohol in my system. 

“You’ve gotta loosen up,” he says into my ear. His hands travel to my hips and he sways them for me. He’s joking at first, dramatically rocking them right to left, but when I pull back to look at him, his eyes are burning holes through mine. “Like this,” he says. He nods his head to the beat, lip caught between his teeth and hands at my hips again, this time taking another step impossibly closer, chest pressing against mine. 

I feel it again. The butterflies, fluttering so rapidly I fear I might vomit them all up. Instead, I close my eyes and focus on the way his hands feel on me. They’re warm and big and they’re slowly digging harder and harder into the skin at my waist. 

He’s signing along now and he takes a big step back, grabbing my hands in his and spins me around so that his chest is pressed to my back. Immediately I feel a shift in the energy between us. Maybe it’s the alcohol or maybe it’s the way I practically feel his heart hammering against my back, but whatever it is gives me the courage to test the waters and press my ass back against him.  

He seems to approve and shows me just that by bringing one hand around to rest over my belly button and the other to brush the hair over my shoulder so he can press his lips to the shell of my ear. 

“There you go,” he coaxes. 

That really is all the encouragement I need to let my hips move on their own accord, grinding against him slowly and as coordinated as I can. It takes all my focus to get the rhythm down, but the way he moves behind me helps me keep time. 

My right hand moves to cover his on my stomach and the left grips his thigh as I brace myself, letting him keep both of us upright. The hand on my stomach bravely slips under the hem of my top, resting just above my belly button. My heart is beating so forcefully that I’m sure he can hear it. I let my head loll back against his shoulder and as I look up at the bright flashy lights in the bar, I begin to feel dizzy. 

“Fuck, Sam,” I say, holding on to his arm a little tighter to keep my balance. I try to communicate that I need to sit down or go home or really be anywhere but here in this hot, crowded, flashy bar. 

“I know,” he says, squeezing at my waist again, misreading my signals entirely, “I’ve wanted this for so long.” My eyes dart open and at this point I’m sure it’s the gin messing with my perception. 

“Yeah?” I ask, standing up a little straighter, turning back around slowly in his arms to face him. 

“Shit, is it okay that I said that?” He asks, eyes searching mine, but his are just as glossy and gazed over. 

“Sam, I think we should go,” I say, convinced that he’s completely delusional and possibly even more fucked up than I am. He cringes visibly and runs his hand through his hair. “Come on.” I take his hand in mine and lead him through the crowd, past the bar and to the coat check. I rummage through my pockets, but realize Sam has our tickets. He reaches past me silently and hands them to the girl behind the counter. In turn, she hands us our coats. We shuffle past the group of people at the door and step out onto the street. 

The second we’re outside, the better I can breathe. The urge to vomit subsides and I can think a little more clearly. 

“Fuck, it’s freezing,” he winces, walking briskly down the sidewalk. It’s clear that denial and avoidance is the route he’s choosing and, truly, I can't blame him, considering that was the game I played with my feelings for him for as long as I’d known him. 

“Let’s Uber, please, my fingers are going to fall off,” I whine. “There’s no chance I’m making it all ten blocks back to my place.” 

“Just stay at mine, it’s only three blocks if you cut through the park,” he slows down slightly, allowing me to catch up. “Plus, nothing sobers you up like the brisk walk back home,” he explains.

“Fine,” I relent, not in the mood to argue, “but if my fingers freeze off from frostbite, you’re going to have to type all my papers next semester.”  

The walk back to his residence is, in fact, brisk. It’s also relatively quiet. Other than a few remarks from both of us about how cold it is and how much we wish we were already inside, it’s silent between us. 

I shiver underneath the awning of his building as he fumbles with this keycard. Finally, he swipes it and we’re inside. I follow him up the familiar path to room three hundred and fifteen. When he unlocks the door, I find Danny’s side of the room completely spotless. Bed made, desk chair pushed in, even his nightstand is tidy and clean. 

Sam’s side, on the other hand, as usual, looks like a bomb went off. There’s laundry littering the desk and unmade bed and open books and vinyl records covering every other surface. 

“Do you want the bathroom first?” He asks, gesturing to the tiny ensuite to the left. 

“No, you can go,” I offer. He doesn't seem to put up much of a fuss and grabs change of clothes before shutting the bathroom door behind him. 

I suddenly feel incredibly vulnerable. The room is dark except for the light from the street lamps shining in between the slats of the large blinds and the small salt lamp on Sam’s nightstand. I hug my coat tighter against me and sit on the edge of Danny’s bed. I do my best not to get lost in my thoughts as I hear the toilet flush and the water run from the sink. 

I hear it over and over as I stare at the mess of sheets and pillows on Sam’s bed. 

“I’ve wanted this for so long.” 

Surely he was just wasted and horny. He would have said that to anything with a pulse at that point. The more I thought about it, the more I could practically feel him, warm and hard against me as he moved his hips against my ass. The click of the bathroom door opening shocks me out of my own head. 

“All yours,” he offers, stepping into the bedroom in nothing but a pair of old boxers. Slut. 

Two could play this game. I hadn’t planned on sleeping over, of course, so I brought nothing with me. I rummaged through Danny’s drawers until I found a baggy t-shirt and take it with me into the tiny bathroom. I haphazardly rub at my face with what I beg, is a clean washcloth and some warm water in a very lame attempt to take my makeup off. Part of me knows I’ll regret even trying in the morning, but two AM me could not care less. I swish a capful of mouthwash around in my mouth and pray that does the trick for the time being. I look around for a brush after I change into the t-shirt, but can’t find one.

When I open the door to the bedroom, it’s a little brighter. Sam had turned on the small lamp on Danny’s nightstand. 

“Brush?” I ask, assuming that between the two of them there had to be one kicking around. 

“Top drawer,” he offers, gesturing to his dresser as he scrolls on his phone from under the covers. I try to ignore the way his eyes peek over the top of the screen and land on my bare thighs. 

I follow his direction and fish out a paddle brush from the drawer. Mindlessly, I brush through my hair and mosey back into the bathroom to drink as much water from the sink as I can before turning off the light and crawling into Danny’s bed. I reach over and click the light off, realizing that, thanks to the walk home and the bastardized nighttime routine, I’m feeling incredibly sober at this point. I thank God that I’m going to bed drunk, but wish I was fucked up enough to be able to pass out easily. I know that’s not going to be the case tonight. 

“Thanks for coming tonight,” Sam finally says. 

“Thanks for asking me,” I reply, stretching my legs in an attempt to get comfortable in the foreign bed. 

It’s quiet. Really quiet. I can’t hear cars or people outside the window. I can’t even hear Sam shuffling in the twin bed next to mine. All I can hear is the faint ringing in my ears and the sound of my own breathing. 

I don’t know what time I eventually fall asleep, but when I wake up, it's the first thing on my mind. Before I even open my eyes, I hear him say, “I’ve wanted this for so long.”  It’s still dark out. I lie still for a few moments in the eerie quietness of the early morning before I can’t take it anymore. 

As quietly as I can, I slip out from underneath the covers, grab my bra and top off the floor and zip my coat up over Danny’s t-shirt. It’s as I’m slipping my shoes on, that I look up to see Sam rolling over. I freeze like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar and hear the low, evenness of his breathing again, insinuating he’s fallen back asleep. 

I allow myself a good ten seconds to take in the sight before me. The only light in the room is emanating from the dim salt lamp on his nightstand. God damn him for looking so soft and perfect in the low, warm, pink light. His hair delicately falls onto his cheek as though it was placed there for a photograph. His bare back rises and falls slowly as he hugs the pillow underneath him. His lips are plump as his cheek, pressed against the pillow, squishes them into a pursed kiss. 

He looks so beautiful, I’m afraid that if I stand there looking at him any longer, I’ll cry. So, instead I click the door open. I think I’m in the clear until I hear him sleepily call my name. Fuck.

“Yeah?” I whisper, turning back to look at him as he squints up at me, the harsh fluorescents from the hallway tarnishing the picture painted by the warm light of the lamp. 

“Where are you going?” He whispers. 

“Um–” I start. 

“You don't have to go,” he grumbles, sitting up. 

“No, Sam it’s okay, go back to–” 

“I can’t go back to sleep thinking you’re leaving because of what I said,” he confesses. He looks so gentle and genuine and docile sitting in the mess and tangle of blankets. I sigh and close the door behind me, accepting that I won’t be escaping easily tonight. 

As I drop my bag back on Danny’s desk chair, Sam turns the other lamp on, illuminating the room further. I can see him more clearly now. I can see the sleep in his eyes, but there’s an urgency behind them, like his mind is far more attentive than his body is at this hour of the night. 

He leans back against the wall, facing Danny’s bed, sheets covering him from the waist down. I can feel his eyes track me as I shrug my coat off, left once again in only Danny’s oversized t-shirt. I crawl into Danny’s bed and mirror his position. Facing him with the covers pulled up around my hips. It’s quiet for a moment, but the silence is saying so much. 

“I thought you were just wasted,” I grin, unable to make eye contact. He breathes a laugh out of his nostrils. 

“I was,” he confesses, “but…I stand by it. I’ve thought about pretty much that exact scenario quite a few times.” I can feel the blush rise to my cheeks as I pull my knees up to my chest and cross my arms over them. I rest my chin on my forearms and look directly at him, hoping that by making myself smaller, I can hide away from the very real panic bustling up my chest. “Please say something, you’re killing me, here,” he laughs uncomfortably. 

“I have too,” I finally admit. His face lights up at that and I feel my heart start to pound. I imagine it keeping time with his, the beats in sync with one another. 

“Yeah?” He smiles. I nod. “Cool.”

“Cool.” I echo. It’s quiet again and I can't help but notice the way he’s shifted in his bed, the blankets falling lower on his torso. 

“I really want to kiss you,” he admits, boldly. “Can I kiss you?” 

I nod again. “Yeah, you can kiss me.” When he doesn't move, I begin to feel dread rise in my throat before he says:

“I wanted to make a move but… you’re gonna have to come to me,” he says. “Don’t think I could, in good conscience, make out with you in Danny’s bed.” I laugh and throw the cover off of my legs, sliding off of the bed and taking the three steps over to Sam’s. He welcomes me by lifting his duvet, making room for me to join him under the covers. 

“Better,” he says, once we’re side by side. His hand reaches out to cup my cheek and he shakes his head and chuckles in disbelief as he leans in to press his lips against mine. 

Everyone always describes magical first kisses with someone as fireworks, but this doesn't feel explosive at all. It’s hot, yes, I’m warm all over, but I’d describe the heat more like lava. It’s slow, languid, all consuming. His hand moves from my cheek, around to the back of my neck, pulling me in closer, guiding me. 

Our kiss breaks with a smacking sound. “Sam?” I murmur. He hums in reply. “What about Danny?” 

“You’re thinking about Danny right now?” He pulls away to look at me, hand still in my hair. I can’t help but laugh, lips hovering over his. 

“I just– I don't want to fuck things up with our friends.” I admit. “Like will things be weird when everyone’s back?” 

A sly smile grows on his lips. “They already know.”

“They– how?” I ask, pulling back to see his face clearly. 

“No, not about– this–” he gestures between us, “but Danny definitely knows how I feel about you.” 

“Oh,” I smile. “Okay, and he wasn’t weird about it?” 

“Who do you think gave me the idea to beg you to go with me tonight?” He asks. That’s all the validation I need before climbing into his lap and kissing him again. The sound that comes from the back of his throat as I straddle his hips is enough to bring me to my knees. His hands grab at my waist as mine tangle in his hair. I can’t help but smile to myself as he sucks my lower lip into his mouth. It was starting to get pathetic, the amount of times I’d dreamt of this moment with Sam. 

The kiss gets heavy fast as I test the waters by ever so slightly swiveling my hips in his lap. His lips move to my neck as his hands on my waist replicate the motion by moving them himself. I can’t contain the huffs of air coming from my open mouth as he controls my hips just like he had when we were dancing at the bar.  

“Oh my God, Sam,” I whisper. He responds by biting into the flesh at the juncture of my neck and shoulder. 

“Lay down for me?” He asks quietly. I obey, climbing off his lap and resting my head on his pillow. 

“This okay?” I ask, lifting the baggy t-shirt up above my belly button, implying that I’m ready to take it off. Sam kneels above me, straddling my hips, looking down at the exposed skin and reaching out to touch. 

“What if I wanna do that part?” he asks. 

“You wanna take my shirt off, Sam?” I tease, returning the smile. He nods, reaching for the hem. 

“Um–” I take his hand in mine, stopping his actions. “Where are your manners?” His lips part like he’s about to speak, but then shut into a sly grin. 

“Well, excuse me.” He puts his hand on his chest, sinking down to sit on my thighs that are spread slightly below him. “Not very polite of me, was it?” He takes my hands in his and lifts them above my head until they’re pinned against the pillow. His lips hover centimeters from mine when he says, “May I, pretty please–”

“–with a cherry on top–” 

“–with a cherry on top, see your beautiful body?” 

“‘Course you can.” I smile, pursing my lips out to reach his. He kisses me back with fervor, hands trailing down my arms and down to my sides, sliding under my shirt. His hands are warm and calloused, but not rough like I’d expect a musician’s to be. He keeps kissing me as his hands explore my torso, finally cupping my breasts. I break the kiss with a gasp as he kneads them roughly, lips moving back to my neck. I hum out my satisfaction as he contrasts the firm grasp he has on me with gentle, wet, sucking kisses to my neck.  

His hands begin their path south as do his lips. I arch my back to accommodate him pulling the t-shirt over my head to toss onto the floor. 

“Perfect,” he mumbles, looking me over and leaning back down to press kisses to my sternum and down to my belly button. The fingers of his left hand move to hook into the waistband of my underwear and I feel panic rise up in me. 

“Wait, wait,” I gasp, grabbing his hand. Sam pulls away to look at me, eyebrows furrowed with concern. “I just… I’ve never…” 

“Oh, shit I’m sorry,” he tries to understand. “Oh, that’s okay, we don’t have to–” He sits up immediately, wiping the spit from his chin and running a hand through his hair. 

“No, no, I’m not, like– I’m not a virgin, I just,” I squeeze my eyes shut, bracing myself for the words that are about to come out of my mouth. “No one’s ever–”

“No one’s ever gone down on you before?” He asks. I shake my head. “Ever?” He clarifies. 

“I mean I guess I don’t blame my boyfriend in highschool and the guy I was seeing last year just said he wasn’t into it,” I shrug. 

“But he probably expected you to blow him, right?” Sam asks, leaning back in toward me, his elbow resting on the bed between my hip and the wall. 

“Yeah, I guess. We didn’t date for that long, though, and–”

Sam interrupts me with a call of my name and then proceeds, “I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to do, but,” his eyes wander up and down my body and his hand sneaks below the fabric of my shirt, toying with the elastic of my underwear. “I really want to go down on you.” I feel the heat in my cheeks and I know I must be bright red. 

“You want to?” I question, finding it hard to believe. “I thought guys just put up with doing it. Like it was a chore or something.” The smirk that slowly rises to Sam’s lips will be permanently etched into the fabric of my mind. 

Sam clicks his tongue disappointedly, sitting up to hover over me once again. “You were wasted on such selfish lovers,” he says, lowering his body down on top of mine and kissing the skin just above my breast, his lips trail higher and higher, sucking a line of kisses up to my ear before whispering, “can I show you?” he asks, “can I show you how good it can be? For both of us?”

“Okay.” I breathe, tilting my hips up to grind against his, showing him how much I want just that. He groans into my neck as he grinds his hips down to meet mine. I can feel how hard he is and it makes me dizzy with desire. “Okay I want you to.”

“Promise me,” he confirms. 

“I promise,” I nearly laugh. “Believe me, I want you to.” 

“Okay,” he whispers, kissing my cheek. “Thank you,” another kiss to my jaw, “thank you,” kiss, “thank you,” kiss, until he’s pressing the most gentle pecks to the skin above my belly button. He looks up at me beneath his eyelashes and I can’t quite see him over the swell of my breasts, so I shift up onto my elbows, gaining confidence. 

“You look good between my legs, Kiszka,” I smirk as he, once again, hooks his fingers into the waistband of my underwear and pulls them down my thighs. Gently, he spreads my knees apart and gets down on his stomach between them. The confidence I had built from Sam practically begging to eat me out shrivels and dies the second he’s face to face with the most intimate part of me, but once again dissipates as he presses kisses to the insides of my thighs and pubic bone. 

“You look pretty good from this angle, too.” He says before finally licking one slow stripe up my center. He closes his eyes and I thank God because I’m sure the way I’m practically drooling and sweating watching him do this is the farthest from sexy I could get. Slowly and methodically, he licks up and down my center, getting me used to the feeling of his tongue on the sensitive skin. 

Just when I’ve started to collect my breath, he flattens his tongue and adds more pressure to his licks, flicking his tongue up at the end as he reaches my clit. 

“Oh, fuck,” my hips jump away from the mattress at the feeling of the tip of his tongue teasing me. His right hand moves from where it was at my side to flatten over the skin below my belly button, attempting to hold me still against the bed. 

He surprises me by alternating licks with gentle sucking my clit between his lips. I squirm underneath him, releasing my elbows from underneath me, no longer strong enough to hold myself up when I feel his finger slip between my folds. 

His lips and tongue focus on drawing firm, wet circles around my clit as his finger slowly slides into me. 

“I need you, Sam,” I moan with my face turned to the side, voice muffled into the pillow. “Fuck me. Please.”

“Gonna make you cum first, gorgeous,” he says, “can you do that for me?’ I nod. “Tell me,” he pleads, “tell me you’ll cum for me.”

“I will,” I promise as he adds another finger.

“You will what?” he taunts. 

“I’ll cum, I’ll cum,” I huff as his fingers pick up speed. 

“Cum for who?” He continues his interrogation. 

As I’m about to answer, he curls his fingers upward inside me, causing me to gasp and yell, “you! Fuck, I’m gonna cum for you.”

“Alright, alright, no need to shout,” he grins, using his lips to return to the work he’d started on my clit. 

“Fuck you,” I groan with absolutely no malice, gripping the sheets in my hands as he licks and sucks at me.

I know he can tell I’m close by the way he keeps his pace with his fingers and tongue and I cum around his fingers moments later. 

“Thank you,” I breathe as he kisses my thighs while I come down. “Come here,” I reach out for him. He crawls up beside me and kisses my cheek. I turn my face to the side and catch his lips in a kiss. I move to sit up and he makes room for me to press him back against the foot of the bed, straddling his hips. 

“I don’t think we’re very fairly matched here,” I say looking down at the layer of fabric between us.  

“Allow me,” he says, reaching down to pull his boxer briefs off. 

“Ah, ah, ah–” I stop him. “What if I wanna do that part?” I parrot his sentiment from earlier. He crosses his arms behind his head, fully relaxing into the mess of sheets and pillows underneath him. 

“By all means,” he smiles up at me. I lean down to kiss his lips as my hands palm the hard bulge between his legs. He moans into my mouth as I squeeze and pump his cock over his underwear before sliding them down his legs. 

My lips press against his cheek, down his neck and back up to his ear. “Are you gonna fuck me, Sam?” I ask, hand reaching back down to palm at his now bare cock. 

“Jesus,” he sighs as I lick the shell of his ear, gaining momentum with my strokes. 

“Hmm?” I press. 

“Yeah,” he says, “yeah I’m gonna fuck you.” I hum approval in his ear as I line myself up over him. 

“Gonna let me ride you?” I ask, teasing the tip against my center. 

“Yeah,” he breathes, “you think you’re ready to go again? Not too sensitive?” he asks, reaching down to brush his finger over my clit. 

“Fuck you,” I flinch at his touch, breath huffing out of me in a laugh. He leans up to kiss me again, sliding his tongue into my mouth and his hand into my hair as I lower down onto him. I stay still for a moment, adjusting to the size of him before lifting up and back down experimentally. 

“Yeah, that’s so good,” he praises. I find a rhythm, bouncing up and down, feeling him slide almost all the way out before going back in again. I brace myself with my hands flat on his chest as he holds my ass in his hands and pumps up into me harder and faster. 

“Oh my God, Sam,” I huff, trying to catch my breath as he hits my g-spot over and over. I reach down between us to circle my clit, chasing the orgasm I can feel building again. When Sam notices, he sits up, causing me to fall onto my back on the bed as he repositions himself and before I have time to think, he’s moving behind me so that we’re both on our sides. 

“C’mere,” he says, taking my knee and lifting it under his forearm, spreading me open once again. “Can you hold your leg open for me?” he asks, pressing kisses to my neck as he repositions himself at my entrance. I agree, taking my leg, as he did, hooking in the crook of my arm. “Perfect, you’re doing so good. You’re perfect.” 

I rest my head down on the pillow as he slips back inside of me, finding that same rhythm, but this time, snaking his hand down under my arm to touch me. I feel his lips at my ear as he rocks his hips against me, dragging his cock in and out and this new angle feels even better. I know I’m not far from another orgasm, and that’s confirmed when Sam’s fingers trace down my stomach and start to circle my clit. 

Our breaths become more and more ragged and desperate as we climb toward release together. 

“I’m gonna cum again, Sam.” I whine, clenching around him and before I know it, that warm, tingly euphoric feeling is washing over me. Sam moans and curses, face buried into my hair as he pulls out and finishes in his hand. 

“Fuck,” he breathes, and it’s quiet for a few moments before he brushes my hair to out of my face and presses soft kisses to the back of my neck. 

“I don’t think I have the energy to change these sheets,” I admit. 

“Oh absolutely not,” he agrees. 

“Don’t tell Danny?” I suggest, motioning to Danny’s bed, implying that it’s a more suitable option for us tonight. 

“Don’t tell Danny.” Sam laughs in agreement. 

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I just finished working on the Rising Volt Tacklers for the MHA AU and I wanted to share it with y'all.

Horizons X MHA AU:

The Rising Volt Tacklers

The Rising Volt Tacklers are a Hero Agency that travels around the world in a flying ship called the Brave Olivine. They specialize on incidents both in the air and in the sea and on taking down big shot villains and organizations. They decided to stay in Japan for a while after the USJ incident due to the League of Villains and the potential danger of a criminal organization that Was able to break into UA.

They were founded by recently graduated from UA Friede Iragashi after he found out he felt restricted by the frontiers of Japan, and with the help of ex-classmate Orla Kazama, they made the ship of their friend Ludlow, the Olivine, into the Brave Olivine, which reignited the old man's hero flame and made him reveal to the youngsters he was once a Hero named Mighty G, deciding to come back to Hero duty to join their group. Taking with him his two new teammates and his hamster named Cap, Friede created a new Hero Agency with the Brave Olivine as their base; the Rising Volt Tacklers.

Murdock and Mollie joined the crew during some of the team's missions in Japan, and that's how the Rising Volt Tacklers made themselves into the famous Hero Agency they are today.

The members of the crew are:

Bolting Hero: Captain Thunder

⁃ Real Name: Friede Igarashi

Quirk: Static Shock

Friede's body can store up electricity and generate it by absorbing static from his surroundings. He can conduct the energy throughout his body at will and discharge it on his entire body or certain parts to get a speed boost on whatever part of his body he uses it, as well as hit his opponents with that electricity and higher strength due to the boost in speed. Either storing up too much energy or discharging too much in one go can cause him to temporarily get paralyzed. The paralysis can go for up to 3 minutes.

Flying Hero: Turbulence

⁃ Real Name: Orla Kazama

Quirk: Jet Wings

Orla has extendable wings similar to a jet's on her back, which allow her to propulse herself in the air at high speeds. She can recharge her engines by drinking; drinks with caffeine are specially effective at this.

The Hero of the Seas: Mighty G

⁃ Real Name: Ludlow Furukawa

Quirk: Poseidon

Ludlow gains muscular mass for up to 5 minutes when he drinks water. He can become up to 10 times stronger by drinking two liters of water.

Howling Hero: Ragnarock

⁃ Real Name: Murdock Kurosawa

Quirk: Rocky Beast

A mutation quirk that makes Murdock into a wolf-like beast with rock-like skin and claws. He can grow sharp rocks from his skin and use either use them as armor or launch them as projectiles.

Herbal Hero: Olea

⁃ Real Name: Mollie Ito

Quirk: Healing Herb

Mollie has a plant-like body, being able to realize photosynthesis and thus needing much less food and water than a normal human to survive. She can use the energy from her photosynthesis to heal others, and her leaves can be used as medicinal herbs. Because of her quirk, Mollie's body is specially vulnerable to fire.

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I'm very excited about Hotsuweek. Yamato deserves some love. <3 I humbly offer a little bit of fic!

Night One

G rating. Implied Yamato/Hibiki. Yamato agrees to Kingmaker Ending. A new world to start over would never have been his first choice. Or second. Or even third. He imagined he would get far down the list before even entertaining it, but Hibiki had managed to sway him.

Yamato had never liked the outdoors. Even as a child, his preferred activities were all indoors. He enjoyed reading, learning programming, chess, and his time with his tutors. Even his physical training took place in an air conditioned room within his home.

His only memories of being outside and not being miserable were the early mornings he shared with his mother. She rose before the sun just like he did, and that peaceful, quiet time of the day felt like a secret club that they alone belonged to.

His mother was a powerful figure, stern and detached and beautifully statuesque. She commanded a great presence when she was in a room, and she led JPs with a quiet iron will. In those moments, however, she was only his mother.

Instead of her sleek JPs uniform, she was often in a silk robe, still statuesque, but her edges were made softer by soft morning sunlight threading bright tinsel through the edges of her hair. They would sit on the back porch overlooking the garden and have tea together in comfortable silence.

Those mornings were often cool even in the summer, the wind creating music through the trees and ruffling his hair and pajamas. Every part of the ritual had been relaxed and comforting.

This...this was absolutely nothing like those moments.

His typical grey button down clung to his body like a second, less forgiving skin. The fabric was damp with sweat, made itchy and sticky in all the worst ways and affording him absolutely zero protection against the rough, uneven earth he found himself lying on.

Stones dug into his back, and while he had rolled up his coat to create a half-hearted imitation of a pillow, it did little to offer any comfort. Everything smelled like dirt and sweat.

It was hard to even focus on his back or the smell, however, when the sound of hundreds of insects created a teeth grinding cacophony just outside, so loud that it didn't feel real to him as it bored into his brain without mercy. The chirps and screeches and screams of a million tiny organisms that declared 'We are many, and you are powerless.'

Worse still, beneath the deafening barrage were subtler sounds that kept sleep at bay far more effectively than even the many legged masses outside. The muffled, wet sound of shaky tears and soft whispers, so hushed he couldn't make out words.

Yamato wasn't sure how he should feel about the fact that he couldn't place who was crying. They were feminine, but he couldn't be sure if it was Nitta or Yanagiya or even Ban. He barely knew so many of the people he now found himself reliant upon.

Beside him was a shift, fabric against dirt and stone and a soft, thready sort of sigh that somehow blotted out everything else despite his slow descent into madness. A small rush of scent washed over him, subtle but managing to chase away the earth.

Coconut?

His brows knit in the darkness as he stared upward towards a stone ceiling that he knew was there despite being unable to see it. Hibiki seemed to be as awake and listless as he was. He could imagine what he must look like beside him, glassy eyed and exhausted, damp from the heat with his water-like curls clinging to his skin.

Yamato frowned at his thoughts, lifting a hand to rub and massage at the slick skin between his brows where a headache was forming. No doubt the lack of a proper pillow and cushion was applying too much pressure.

He wasn't sure how long they had all been huddled inside of this cave. ‘Cave’ was honestly generous, given it was more a covered indent in the side of a rock formation that had just enough flat surface and space to let them all lie down.

Beggars couldn't be choosers in this case. If Yamato ever saw Alcor again, he would kill him with his bare hands for dropping them into this new world with nothing. They'd spent the better part of the whole day looking to find a suitable shelter for the night, and this had been the best they'd been able to find on such short notice.

He tried not to think about how many insects called this alcove home. The darkness was almost a mercy, though he was equally angry that it was apparently a new moon tonight as well, giving them all the sensation of being buried alive, save the noise.

Hibiki shifted again, obviously uncomfortable and edging in closer to his body. The scent of coconut shampoo wafted to him again along with the blazing heat of his body making his own temperature skyrocket. He was so hot he felt like he might pass out. He'd welcome it, in fact, but his consciousness was stubbornly hanging on and forcing him to endure the slower demise of slowly melting to death.

Yamato had offered to share his jacket pillow with the other man, forcing them into closer proximity than he felt mentally prepared for, but the heat had taken a lot of his anxiety away. He was simply too exhausted to even muster anything but anger and incomprehension over what his life now was.

His life had been so straightforward before Hibiki. Not simple or easy, but he'd had a path to follow, a goal worth dedicating his life to. In a flash of blue eyes and whirlwind circumstances, everything had changed. He had changed.

He had put his trust in Hibiki despite every cell in his body still desiring his meritocracy. Hibiki had bested him, had taught him new ways of thinking, had shown him that merit could be found in the last place you expect, and how there could be other avenues.

A new world to start over would never have been his first choice. Or second. Or even third. He imagined he would get far down the list before even entertaining it, but Hibiki had managed to sway him.

Anger bubbled inside of him like roiling lava. He was too hot, and too tired, and too fearful to think straight after what felt like hours just trying to fall asleep. The insects droned louder, and there was a buzzing near his ear that he swatted at with a gnash of his teeth.

A sudden low sting to his exposed ankle made him snarl silently and reach down to swat there too, repulsed beyond all belief to feel the delicate insect squish beneath his fingers. Absolutely disgusting.

He wanted nothing more than to get up and walk outside to the slightly cooler air, given the breeze struggled to enter their sheltered space. He wanted to take massive gulps of air and get away from the tears and the close bodies of people he didn't know.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t stupid. They'd had a small five foot climb up to this alcove, and he wasn’t looking to break his leg for a moment of respite. Still, he fantasized about it while sweat rolled down his neck and through the strands of his hair.

Yamato could feel his lashes flutter closed to ease the ache of his eyes. His body was depleted and stressed to the point that he desperately wished for sleep, even though he knew he wouldn't be able to. It was in that half-aware, miserable state that he felt Hibiki shift that small bit closer until his head rested against his shoulder. He could feel his feather-soft hair against his neck along with a wave of agonizing body heat that pressed up against his entire side.

And yet, Yamato didn't push him away. He knew that if this had happened to him in any other circumstance, he would have been eaten alive by anxiety and discomfort. No one touched him. In his haze, Yamato was unable to pinpoint when he had last been touched by another person.  Hibiki’s touch left him feeling stressed and uneasy, just like everything else about the situation he found himself in. Yet, in his exhausted state, the anxiety felt buried, made softer and less real.

Maybe that was why he tipped his head to the side a bit, letting his cheek press down into Hibiki's damp curls and breathing in slowly to let the scent of coconuts slowly make up his world.

It helped. Something in him shifted, despair leaking over into a calm he hadn't expected. They didn't touch further. Hibiki didn't clutch at his body or rest a hand on his chest. They were connected only there at his shoulder, and yet it was the most intimate contact of his life.

His mind drifted to the garden and taking tea in the soft breeze. He imagined what Hibiki would look like there, hair backlit by the rising sun while bright gold ginkgo leaves fluttered behind him. He wanted to ask Hibiki if he liked tea, but in the next moment, time jumped.

When he opened his eyes again, there was faint blue starting to seep into their cave, and someone was snoring near the back. There was a crick in his neck from his awkward position, but he could feel Hibiki's heaviness and breathing against his arm that held the threat of painful pins and needles.

He was groggy and disoriented, but as he lay there trying to once again come to grips with his new reality, a cool breeze gently blew into the space. The sweat on his body seemed to blast cold for just a moment of blessed relief, and his senses blared with coconut all over again.

Yamato would get up soon to start the day, but he felt no immediate rush. Today was the first day of the rest of their lives, for good or ill.

For now, he would let Hibiki sleep.