#get w smithy

[pinkfey]

i may be obsessed.

[shoezuki]

no E Clown minecrafters seem to know Why or How the dsmp and other minecraft smps like hermitcraft got so Big. like they dont GET IT. especially most of the dsmp members dont seem to Understand

like. they did (and still do, in the hermits' case) really fuckin good because it wasnt about making that Huge Popular Server. it starts with jus wantin to have a place a bunch of friends could play on. it doesnt start with dozens of popular clowns and huge overarching stories and Drama. it was fun and entertaining to viewers jus cuz it was people having fun together. the fanfare and drama and acting can come next but its NOT integral.

I hate seeing these ppl keep comin round w the Next Big smp and having so many motherfuckers join it at once and then it failing and losing attention after 2 days, only for em to try again. like you CANT add a fuckton of ppl who barely know each other into a server jus cuz theyre well known and then expect the same phenomena of the dsmp to happen.

its annoyin as fuck cuz i jus wanna watch some dudes hang out n build shit and stuff. thats what a LOT of people want, and the way the dream smp just become about the Fame and Lore is exactly why it fell apart, too. because these guys cant seem to understand that its about ppl havin fun n hangin out

[aemondapologistfrfr]

I See You As You Are - Pt5

aemond x f!reader 

Series Masterlist

Summary: You and Aemond settle into married life and it’s as if nothing changed besides the fact that you both get to share chambers. Between gifts, conversations, and full moon wishes you both fall more in love. 

Warnings: 18+ t e a s i n g, fingering, bondage, p in v, breeding kink confirmed, on a serious note he finally discusses driftmark w reader so mention of mutilation

Authors Note: what the fuck - anon whoever u are let me kiss u just once for planting this into my brain ily ily ily ily ily and thank u for letting me hijack it i love you and aemond so much 

Word Count: 8.1k lets pretend this is chill and relaxed 🙂

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The past week has consisted of all of your belongings slowly being moved into Aemonds chambers. You were nervous his softness would disappear now that you are wed but it’s only increased and you realized it was foolish to have that thought in the first place. Your early garden walks are no comparison to walking up to Aemond holding you tightly against him and whispering soft words of adoration.

“Good morning, my beautiful wife.” he hums when he sees your eyes start to open. You yawn and curl into him not ready to begin the day just yet. “What would you like to do today?” he brushes your hair out of your face. 

“I believe your dagger is ready.” you mumble pressing your lips to his chest. 

“My dagger?” he furrows his brows. 

“The one I had commissioned for you.” you look up at him. 

“I told you that you needn’t do that.” he sighs, running his fingers down your back. 

“I didn’t need to but I wanted to.” you hum. “Will you escort me to the blacksmith?” you start to stretch out. 

“I suppose I could do that for something in return.” you squeeze your hand into his side at his words. 

“First you don’t want the dagger and now you want it and something more?” you look at him with a raised brow. 

“I never said I didn’t want the dagger. I said you shouldn’t trouble yourself with getting me gifts.” he purses his lips before pulling you up to them to kiss you. 

“And what is it that you would like?” you throw your legs over his hip to straddle him. 

“Mm, I don’t know yet.” his hands rest on your hips. “Might I have the day to come up with something?” you press your lips to his once more before getting off the bed. 

“I suppose.” you toss over your shoulder. “Help me dress?” you go to turn to him but his hands are once again placed on your waist. 

“I wish to keep you in our chambers naked and filled.” he whispers, pressing his lips to your neck. 

“Then who will go to the smithy’s to get your dagger?” you bite your lip, swallowing back your moan. 

“I will.” he sucks softly on your neck, relishing in your soft noises.

“What if I want to remain by your side today?” a gasp falls from your lips when his teeth graze your heated skin.

“You won’t even know I’m gone if I fuck you into the mattress hard enough.” he smiles when he hears your soft moan. “You’d be fast asleep with my seed slowly leaking out of you.” you grab onto his arm as he engulfs one of your breasts. 

“The way you speak is- Aemond,” you claw into his arm as he brings his other hand between your thighs. 

“The way I speak is what?” he chuckles, sliding his fingers down the sides of your slit. 

“Filthy,” you pant as he continues to tease you, avoiding where you want him the most. “Just touch me, please,” you whine. 

“I am touching you.” he whispers in your ear. 

“I want more.” he smiles against your skin at the small whimper.

“Tell me what you want.” he slides his finger through your center. “Why are you so wet?” he continues to slowly slide his finger up your slit. 

“Because I want you to touch me more.” you whine. 

“Where do you want me to touch you?” he rolls your nipple, feeling your legs start to shake around his hand. 

“Like this but more.” your nails dig into his arms. 

“I could do this all day.” he nods into your neck as he continues with his teasing touches. “Play with your slick cunny while you shake in my arms. Do you think you’d come if I just kept up like this?” he listens to your soft gasps.

“Yes,” you nod. “Please, just a little faster.” your hips jerk into his hand.

“No, no. Just like this.” he chuckles at your whine. 

“But Aem-“ he pinches your nipple pulling a cry from you. 

“Shh, just like this.” you lean back against him as your legs continue to shake. “Would you like me to bring you back to bed and fuck you into your pillow?” you let out a soft plea at his words. “Stuff you with my seed again to make sure it takes? Your cunny is begging for it so badly it’s weeping all over my fingers.” 

“Please,” you gasp, rocking your hips. 

“Please, what?” he sucks softly on your neck. 

“Fill me.” his teeth graze against you. “Please. I wish to carry our child. Please, Aemond,” you almost sob when he removes his hands. He’s pulling you over to the bed and soon you’re falling on your pillows. He presses himself against your back and presses his lips to your shoulder. 

“Remember you can always tell me if it’s too much.” he whispers, bringing your hands to your pillow and you turn your head to the side. 

“Please, I need you,” your voice pleading. Your head rests against the pillow when his fingers dig into your hips and raise them. “Thank you,” he groans at your soft words as he coats his cock with your wetness. 

“You are so very welcome.” he presses into you in one motion, watching you dig into the pillow. 

“Yes,” you whine and he watches your body tremble before he feels you fall apart around him. 

“Mm, you’re sensitive this morning.” he smiles, running a hand up your back. He starts a quick pace and is graced with your small gasps as you hold onto the pillow. You turn your head and bite into the pillow and he chuckles. “No, I want to hear you.” he leans over you and turns your head back. He starts to push into you once more, regaining his fast rhythm. 

“Mm, I’m-I, Aemond,” you try to look at him but your eyes keep shutting. “Please,” you feel your pleasure build quickly as you’re surrounded by him. “Yes,” you arch your back more and gasp when his palm lands on your ass. “Again.” you dig your nails into the pillow when he lands his hand on your ass once more.

“Always begging for more.” he chuckles lowly, digging his fingers into your flesh as your continued pleas greet his ears. “Your cunny is begging just as desperately for my seed.” he whispers, starting to snap his hips into you faster.

The only sounds around your shared chambers are your noises and the sound of skin on skin.Your pleas become louder and louder until your pleasure crashes into you. His hips falter feeling you pulse around him before he continues at his pace listening to your soft noises. You mumble slurred pleas beneath him while you continue to flutter around him. With one last thrust he pours his seed into you pressing his forehead to your shoulder. 

“Are you okay?” he pants. 

“Yes,” the word barely a breath. 

“Is there anything you would like?” he presses his lips to your back. 

“Tea.” he watches you nod with shut eyes.

“I’ll be back.” you nod once and he sits back to watch as he pulls out. “Perfect.” he watches his seed slowly leak from you. 

He makes the tea for you as quickly as he’s able and by the time he’s back to you, you’re asleep. He sets the cup on the side table and pulls the sheets over you. He watches you for a moment soundly asleep in his bed before he begins to dress. He stops at the table to write you a letter and leave it by the tea should you wake before he returns. 

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When you open your eyes once more you feel the stickiness between your thighs and bury your head deeper into the bed with a small smile. You’ve never felt so improper but so satisfied. You press into the pillow more before shifting your hips, sighing. You look at the side table and find a cup of tea and a rolled parchment. You sit up wondering if he’s truly written you a letter. 

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Wife,

I had hoped to return before you could find this but I suppose now you can have a letter of your own. 

I’m going to the Blacksmith as you requested and I have to stop and pick up one more thing - then I will return. 

I wish I could articulate better through letters as you - it’s why I’ve always kept them. 

 My wish for the moon: I wish to return before you wake so you don’t read this. 

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You sit in bed with a smile on your face imagining him sitting at the table and writing this. You pull the drawer on the side table to place the letter and a grin spreads across your face. The one place you didn’t think to look. You’ve been searching all over his chambers for your letters and you never expected them to be next to his bed. You pull them out and sift through them feeling a blush creep up your neck. You hear the door open and quickly start putting the letters back as you keep glancing at the steps. Aemond reaches the landing and watches as you try to shove the parchments in the drawer. He sets things on the table before walking over to you.

“Handle those with care.” he chuckles. “They were in there neatly and in sequential order.” he opens the drawer more and starts to organize them. 

“I wanted to place the one you gave me in there.” you watch his neck flush. 

“I had hoped I would return before you could read it.” he places the neat pile into the drawer and plucks his from your fingers and starts a new pile with it. 

“Let me see the dagger. I wish to make sure they did a fine job.” he watches you purse your lips and look across his belt. “Was it not ready? My Gods I’ll go down there myself.” he watches you throw the sheets off and start to rise with a furrowed brow. 

“Relax.” he pulls you back to him. “It’s on the table. I haven’t taken it out yet so you might open your gifts at the same time as I.” he chews his lip watching your eyes look up to him. 

“My gifts?” you narrow your eyes. 

“Let me get you a robe so we can go to the table.” he watches you smile. 

“Why do I need a robe? We’re alone.” he lifts you from the bed and starts toward the wardrobe. 

“Because if you don’t cover up the only gift you’re getting today is my cock filling your cunny.” he’s satisfied with the flush blossoming across your chest. 

“Can I just have that as an extra gift then?” his eye darkens as he sets you down. You blink up at him as he wraps a robe around you. “Please?” you whisper and his lips are on you the next second. 

“Let us both open our gifts.” he pulls back. “And I must get you food and a bath at least. Maybe even go to the library or gardens. You’ve been in our chambers for the past week.” he softly chuckles at your pout. 

As he leads you to the table he thinks back to when he thought that you would feel like a prisoner, yet here you are willingly hiding in the sheets begging to repeatedly be filled. He watches the robe flow behind you and he can’t help but admire you as you perch on a chair around the table. 

“I’m terrified of how much I love you.” he watches a small smile spread across your face. 

“Might you teach me the language?” you tilt your head. 

“It’ll take time, it’s difficult.” he hums and takes a seat across from you. 

“I don’t foresee myself being busy with anything besides loving you and bearing our children.” you nod and his heart skips and he nods at you once.

“Open yours first.” he pushes the wrapped box to you. 

You undo the wrapping and steal glances at him when you start to open the lid. A small sound comes from you as you pull the first book out. It’s beautifully bound in a white leather with gold lettering. The second book is as equally as stunning and you begin to flip through the pages looking at the fresh black ink unread by others eyes besides the person who wrote them. He watches you place the books side by side and slowly look up to him with glossy eyes. 

“How did you know?” your lip wobbles. 

“You’re not the only one who can ask the maesters what someone’s favorite book is. He told me these were the ones you requested when you first got here. I had quite the company working on these just for you.” his words get softer. “I hope they’re to your liking.” he watches your face crumble as tears start to pour over the edge. “I’m sorry. Do you not like them? What can I do?” he’s on his feet and walking over to you in seconds. 

“They are so very perfect.” you look up at him. “Just like you.” you rise and pull him into a hug. “You didn’t have to do this.” you squeeze your arms around him tighter. 

“You are worth it and you certainly deserve it.” he presses his lips to the top of your head. “And if you’re going to shower me in gifts, know that I will answer that with a storm of gifts for you.” 

“You haven't even opened your first gift yet.” you pull back and pout. He chuckles and pulls you back to his chair with him. You stand next to him and push the bag closer to him. 

“I still don't think you should have gotten me anything.” he hums, looking at the bag. 

“Aemond.” you whine. “Please,” you whisper. You slowly smile as he opens the bag and when he starts to pull it out by the hilt you gasp at how it came out. 

Aemond holds the dagger in both of his hands as his eye studies every inch of it. It has the right weight and balance to it and the details you had them put into the leather hilt is.. exquisite.. something he doesn’t deserve. He runs his finger down the length of the blade before flipping it and offering that side the same careful eye. He looks up at you and sees you chewing your lip. 

“Is it to your liking? I had told them what I wanted and that it was for you. I don’t know much about blades or how to have them made but I could go to a different blacksmith or..” he watches and listens as you ramble on and he’s at a loss for words. He sets the dagger back on the table and rises to pull you into his embrace. 

“I like it very much. It’s beautiful and well made.” he smooths your hair. “I will wear it in place of my other.” you look up at him with furrowed brows. 

“You don’t have to replace it. I know you like that one dearly.” he sighs at your soft expression. 

“I do like that one dearly, but I love this one. I’ll have you with me everywhere I go now. Thank you.” he pulls you back against him. 

“Thank you for my books.” you mumble into his chest. 

“Those were only the beginning.” he chuckles, squeezing you tighter. 

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The past week and some odd days have been pure bliss. Aemond wakes you in the early morning to ‘help you get more rest’ before he goes to train and leaves you in bed fast asleep. Surprisingly you wake before he returns and you rise and begin to ready for the day. You sit at the table in your shared chambers to quickly write out a letter for Aemond before you make your way to the library. 

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Husband, 

I went to the library to show everyone you don’t keep me tied to the bed - which I don’t think I’d quite mind. 

I’ll be in my section on the second floor if you would like to come visit me after your meeting - I’m never opposed to your company. 

Also tonight is the full moon - our second together. 

My first wish for the moon: I wish for me and Aemond to look upon the moon while the Keep and city sleeps. 

My second wish for the moon: I wish for me and Aemond to look upon the moon with Vhagar in hopes that she’ll make a wish of her own - and so that we might have more privacy from curious eyes in the garden. 

I love you - I’m counting down the moments until I’m graced with your presence. 

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You smile at your words and delicately roll up the parchment and display it on the table where he’ll see it. You smooth your skirts and make your way down the steps. You click the doors shut and begin to make your way to the library to hopefully get lost in a book until Aemond comes to you. 

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Aemond reads over your parchment twice before shaking his head with a smile. Of course only you could ask him to tie you to his bed and then ask to wish upon the full moon with him and think nothing of it. He knows you didn’t mean it but Gods it has his mind racing and pulling open your wardrobe to find miscellaneous ribbon. He walks back to the bed with a piece of green silk and threads it through the center of the headboard. 

He shakes his head to clear the thoughts of you tied and squirming in bed. He walks back to the table and reads over your letter once more before walking to the side table to place it on top of the pile. He walks to the other side of your shared chambers and softly pushes open the door to the tunnels and pulls out a box. He’s been waiting to give you this gift and tonight is the perfect opportunity. He sets the box on the table before making his way down the stairs to go find you in the library. 

When he walks into the library he lets his eye close, taking in the calming space. He nods at the maester before walking up the stairs and quietly making it to your section. He finds you curled up near the window being bathed in sunlight as you hold your book closely. He takes a seat across from you and he watches you glance up once and look back to your book before your eyes snap back up to his. 

“Finish your chapter.” he nods at you and begins to make himself a cup of tea. He glances at you while you chew your lip as you read. He takes his seat once more and watches you shake your head before closing the book. “How is your book?” he watches you purse your lips. 

“Frustrating.” you huff. He listens to you talk about your book as he sips his tea and nods. You’re so lively and passionate and he leans back to admire you. “Don’t look at me like that, we’re in the library.” you whisper. 

“Like what?” he tilts his head with a smirk. 

“You know.” he watches your cheeks flush. 

“I have a gift for you in our chambers. Maybe two but I think the other one counts for me but it was in your letter.” he watches you chew your cheek in confusion. 

“What do you mean?” you tilt your head. 

“You’ll see later.” he hums. “I thought we could read our book while we’re here.” you nod at him and he starts to stand. “Shall I go get it or do you want to come to my section?” he walks over to you and brushes his knuckles on your cheek. 

“I’ll come to yours.” you lean into his hand. “I could use a change of scenery.” he helps you stand before escorting you down to his small section. 

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The entire walk back up to your shared chambers after supper you have been peppering Aemond with questions about what he could have possibly gotten you. He shakes his head and softly hums while keeping you both moving through the halls. 

“I’ve actually had these made for you for some time.” he opens the doors as ushers you inside. 

“Since before we were wed?” you turn back to him as you start up the stairs. 

“Yes.” he whispers and you smile watching his cheeks flush. ��Up the stairs.” he turns you around. 

You walk straight to the table and take a seat in front of the box. You turn and watch as he walks over to you slowly and you start to pout. You groan holding your hand out for him and he slows his pace even more with a smile on his face.

“Aemond,” you whine, stretching your hand out further. “Thank you,” you smile up at him when he finally reaches you and offers you his hand. 

“Go on.” he nods at the box. 

When your hand leaves his he brings his hand to the back of your neck to softly rub against the smooth skin. You lean into his touch for a moment before starting to open the box. You pull out a dark pair of trousers and a matching jerkin. You admire the detail and craftsmanship before turning and looking up at Aemond slightly confused. 

“Do you not like me in dresses and gowns?” you tilt your head. 

“My Gods I love you in dresses and gowns.” his hand trails to your jaw before softly caressing your cheek. “These are for flying. If you wanted to fly with me and Vhagar.” you gasp. 

“Can I? She’ll let me? You’ll let me? Oh Gods, Aemond,” you jump up and turn to him with a grin. “Can I really?” he chuckles as you grab onto the front of his jerkin. 

“Yes.” he nods with a smile as you wrap your arms around him. “I thought we could fly under the full moon. Vhagar can take us to find true privacy while the three of us wish upon the moon.” he presses his lips to the top of your head. 

“Can we go now? Please, please,” you lean back and look up at him. “Please Aemond,” you gasp as his hands start to unlace your dress. 

“I’m just helping you dress.” he chuckles when you look up at him with lidded eyes. 

“Not even quick? You’ve only filled me once today.” he coughs at your words. “And that was this morning.” you pout as your laces are loosened. 

“I don’t like to be quick with you.” he starts to pull your dress down. “I like you trembling and begging before I even think about filling you.” he inhales deeply as you step out of your dress. 

“I’m begging for you now.” you push your bottom lip out. 

“We have a full moon to wish upon.” he shakes his head softly and grabs your trousers from the table. 

He helps you dress despite your pleas. It’s taking all of his restraint as you repeatedly ask to ‘be filled’ followed by your soft little whimpers. He grabs your jerkin and starts to fasten the buttons as you hold onto his arms whispering his name. 

“My sweet little wife.” he grabs your chin and tilts it up to him. 

“Yes?” you lick your lips. 

“Once we return I will do anything you desire.” he nods slowly looking at your eyes. 

“Might I just have one kiss to tide me over?” you reach up on your tiptoes. He presses his lips to yours quickly and then he’s pulling you towards the stairs. 

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Aemond leads you through the gate and you curl into him as you see Vhagar start to stir. You look up at her bathed in the moonlight and shake your head. She’s utterly amazing and massive and honestly, terrifying. You cling onto Aemond as he leads you closer and you look up at him. 

“I’m nervous.” you whisper and he looks down at you. 

“Why?” he turns to you and brushes your hair back. 

“How do you know she wants me to come with?” you chew your lip looking past him at Vhagar slowly blinking and stretching. “What if she doesn’t like me?” you scrunch your brows. 

“Vhagar,” Aemond turns and you hide behind his back as her head raises. “Would you allow my wife the opportunity to look upon your face closer? Show her that you’re not as scary as you look.” you hear his tone become playful. 

Vhagar chuffs and starts to lower her neck. “Come.” he reaches for your hand and you grip onto his tightly as he leads you closer to her head. “Put your hand out with mine.” you follow his motions and Vhagar drops her head even more. 

“Slow and easy.” he feels you press into his side as Vhagar moves her head closer. She stops so the end of her snout is about five feet away from your outstretched hand. You can feel her breath fanning your hair back as Aemond starts to step you both closer. 

“Does she like me?” you whisper, not taking your eyes off of Vhagar. “What if she hates me? Oh Gods what if she eats me Aemond?” he turns you to him with a small smile he’s trying so badly to hide. “No you’re laughing.” 

“No, no, no,” he cups your face. “It’s just.. I think you should think of Vhagar like me. You know how you were scared of me at first but-

“I wasn’t scared, I was intimidated.” you purse your lips. 

“Yes, of course.” he smiles, brushing his thumbs on your cheeks. “Vhagar is just intimidating but I promise she likes you. You know by our readings the riders and dragons bond is very close, similar to them sharing the same feelings and sentiments. I love you very much so in turn..” he watches you nod. 

“She loves me very much?” you whisper and he nods. “That does seem fitting. An intimidating dragon with her intimidating rider.” you nod and offer him a smile. “Well if she loves me can you tell her that I love her?” he nods and turns towards Vhagar. 

“My wife loves you very much. She wishes for us all to fly under the moon. I think after the first ride she may fall more in love with you than she is with me.” Vhagar blows her warm breath across his face. “Mm, she’s in the business of giving gifts so you may find yourself showered with cattle and goats, maybe even some new things to adorn your saddle.” Vhagar moves her head to look at you. 

“That sounds more than just a simple ‘I love you.’ Aemond.” you come up behind him. 

“I was telling her that you want her to come with us to wish upon the full moon.” he steps closer and feels you step with him. “And how I think you’ll love her so freely after your first ride.” he keeps stepping closer to Vhagar until his hand brushes against her neck. “And how you’ll shower her with gifts once you warm up to her.” he coaxes you out from behind his back and he watches your eyes widen taking in the close proximity. 

“My Gods she’s truly amazing.” he watches with a smile as you reach out and place your hand next to his. “We might not be able to understand each other but I think you’re very beautiful and simply exquisite.” you nod, patting her neck. 

“Would you like to go for a ride?” Aemond watches you turn to him and nod quickly. He leads you over to the rope ladder and helps you start your ascent. He helps you settle and takes a seat behind you as you grip onto his hand. 

“We’re very high up.” you whisper looking over the side. 

“Vhagar and I will die before we ever let you fall. You are safe. I promise.” he presses his lips to the side of your head. “I need you to be very brave and hold onto the saddle because I have to grab the reins.” his voice is soft and reassuring.

“Can I hold onto your arms or wrists or-

“You can grab back onto my hands.” he nods. “You're going to be safe. I promise.” he kisses the side of your head. “Are you ready?” he whispers into your ear. 

“Yes.” your grip tightens. 

“Fly, Vhagar.” he hears your small gasp and feels your nails dig into him as Vhagar starts to stand. 

As Vhagar climbs you both into the skies you cling onto his hands tighter. The wind is blowing into your face so fiercely and you lean down closer to the saddle and Aemond moves with you. Once she begins to even out you slowly pull back from the saddle and your breath catches. 

“Are you okay?” he leans more into you. 

“I-“ you shake your head. “I’m speechless. This is just..” you’re at a loss. 

“I’m going to have us land in the woods. It might feel scary when we’re landing but you’re safe.” he takes one of his hands and wraps it around your front. “You can squeeze my hands as hard as you need to.” you nod your head. 

He brings his hand back to the rein and you wrap your fingers around his hand tightly. He watches your knuckles turn white as Vhagar starts towards the ground. When she lands in a clearing he helps you off and you turn to him once you’re on solid ground again. You pull him against you and hug him as tight as you're able. 

“Are you okay?” his arms wrap around you. 

“You both amaze me.” you mumble into his jerkin. 

“Shall we wish upon the moon?” he pulls back to take in your red cheeks. 

“I would love nothing more.” you nod. “Oh,” you tug on his jerkin. “Will you tell Vhagar to wish with us?” he smiles at your request. 

“Of course.” he kisses your forehead and shares soft words with Vhagar and she looks at the moon before flattening out on the ground and closing her eyes. 

“What do you think she wished for?” you whisper. 

“Probably a nap or maybe cattle.” he watches you look at his dragon and then back to him. 

“Then can we bring her cattle tomorrow?” he chuckles softly and nods to you. 

“I suppose we could do that.” you smile up at him. 

“Let’s make our wish.” you nod and turn and look up into the sky. For a couple moments there is silence and peace and the only sound is Vhagars breathing. You slowly open your eyes and turn to Aemond who still has his eye shut. You patiently wait and admire him and he slowly blinks his eye open. 

“What did you wish for tonight?” he pulls you against him once more. 

“There is no pressure, it’s simply just a wish but I would like to see you. But don’t feel inclined.” you shake your head. “I should’ve said something else I don’t wish to make you uncomfortable and-

“My wish for the moon was for you to still love me after I show you.” you search his face. 

“Of course I will love you. I will always love you.” you blink up at him. 

“Then I shall finish the story I couldn’t before.” he nods and pulls you over to a larger clearing. “Would you like to sit?” you nod and take a seat across from him and hold your hands out for his. 

“Whenever you are ready. You can change your mind if you want. It’s never been my desire to make you do something you don’t want.” you nod at him and his thumbs brush against your hands. 

“Vhagar’s last rider had recently fallen as I said. She was my cousin. We were at Driftmark for her funeral.” you watch him softly shake his head before he looks back to you. “Aegon was drunk and my mother had gone to bed. I went out and found her. I had truly thought she would swallow me whole.. I would’ve been content with that.” he shrugs, looking at your intertwined hands. 

“The first time I sat in that saddle I felt so..” his face scrunches as he looks for the word. “Euphoric, so happy. I felt as if I finally belonged. That maybe they would stop bullying me. I had waited so long to have a dragon of my own and then Vhagar accepted me. She saw me and accepted me..” he shakes his head. 

“She took us into the skies and I almost fell off.” his eye meets yours and he has a boyish smile on his face. “My Gods I thought I was truly going to die. I was holding onto her only by the reins.” he chuckles as you look at him with wide eyes. “That might’ve been the first time I felt truly happy.” he chews his cheek. 

“We landed back at Driftmark and I was so confident. I had walked into the hall and my cousins and nephews had rounded the corner.” he swallows and shakes his head. “The younger of my two cousins had said Vhagar was hers to claim but..” he flares his nostrils. “Dragons are not property. They’re not something you own. No one has a right to dragons. If Vhagar didn’t want me to be her rider she would’ve burned me. I just..” he clenches his jaw. 

“I said some things and called them names and then it turned into this verbal fight and then they had all just..” you scoot closer until your knees are touching. “They had all attacked me, all at once. I was alone, there was no one to help. Everyone was so angry and we were all yelling and then one of my nephews pulled out a knife. I had known there was animosity but.. Anyways I had picked up a rock.” he can’t bring himself to look at you. 

“Someone threw sand in my face.” he shakes his head. “I don’t.. I’m sorry.” you watch as he closes his eye. “Luke ran at me with the dagger while I was blinded by the sand, I couldn’t see. The rock was already forgotten and on its way back to the ground but,” he exhales deeply. “He had sliced my face. Straight across my eye. It had all happened so quickly, it hurt so badly. I was just so scared.” he wants to look at you but he can’t bring himself to do it. 

“The maesters stitched my face but there was nothing that could be done for my eye. That was the happiest day of my life and it was ruined. Overshadowed. Meaningless. For a fleeting moment, in hopes to console my mother who was in hysterics, I told her it was a fair exchange. An eye for a dragon but..” he shakes his head. 

“There was no exchange to be had. Vhagar didn’t belong to anyone.” his eye snaps up to you at your soft words. He reaches up and wipes away your tears from your red cheeks. “You were just a boy.” your lip wobbles. “I’m sorry I’m crying.” you shake your head. 

“I’ve shed enough tears over my eye. You needn’t shed more.” he pulls you into his lap and he relaxes as you curl against him and bury your head into his neck. 

“I’m sorry.” he feels your tears on his neck. 

“Shh,” he smooths your hair and pulls you closer. “I’m fine now, it’s okay.” you curse yourself for crying and having him comfort you. 

“Aemond,” you pull back and he takes in your puffy eyes and wet cheeks. “I’m not crying because I pity you. I’m crying because I’m angry and frustrated.” you lay a hand on his chest. “Just a boy. Only ten.” you flare your nostrils and you press your hand against him harder. “Just a little boy who wanted a dragon.” you sniffle.

“Do you,” he swallows and shakes his head. “Do you still wish to see?” he meets your eyes. 

“I do but only if you wish to show me.” you nod. 

“I do.” he whispers. “I’m nervous.” he looks away from you, scolding himself for saying that.

“Why are you nervous?” his hands squeeze into your sides as he turns back to you. 

“I won’t be able to handle it if you can no longer look at me. No longer love me.” he frowns. 

“I will always love you.” one of your hands softly cups his cheek. “And I will always find you handsome. I think I look at you and admire you more than you know.” you offer him a soft smile. 

“I would know because I’m always looking at you.” you see the corner of his mouth twitch upwards.

“Not when I wake in the middle of the night.” you watch his smile get wider. “You look so peaceful. Your hair is fanned all around your head. Though when I try to move to get a better look you pull me closer.” you nibble your lip. 

“It’s okay. I watch you when you sleep too.” he chuckles at your small flush before chewing on his cheek. “If you wish to see me then you can remove my eyepatch.” he hands are firmly settled on your waist. 

“You’re sure?” you brush his hair back off his shoulders. 

“I am.” he nods once. 

He can hear his heart in his ears as you slowly reach for his eyepatch. Your touch is light upon his skin and he watches your face as you start to lift it off his head. He watches your pupils dilate as you take him in and he’s waiting for you to say something but he’s nervous of to what you’ll say. He flexes his fingers on your waist when you bring your hand up to his cheek. 

“Please say something.” he hates the way his voice breaks. 

“You are very beautiful.” you hum, brushing your thumb along the bottom of his scar. “My well groomed warrior.” you smile and bring some strands of his hair back over his shoulders. “Your sapphire is exquisite.” you shake your head and pull back to cup his other cheek as well. “I think you are very handsome and I still plan on looking at you whenever I can.” you wipe away a stray tear that falls from his eye. “Even when you’re sleeping,” you shake your head. “Especially when you’re sleeping.” his fingers dig into your sides. “I still love you. I will forever.” you nod and press your lips against his. His arms wrap around your back to hold you closer. 

“Thank you.” he whispers against your lips. “Thank you.” he repeats, holding you tighter. 

“Thank you.” you mumble into his neck.

“Would you like to make another wish with me?” he pulls back and is greeted by your smile. 

“I would love that.” you nod. The two of you crane your necks back and look up at the moon. You both send your wishes up amongst the stars before curling back against each other. “What did you wish for this time?” you mumble against his chest. 

“For a maester to tell us you’re carrying our child.” he slides one of his hands from your back to your stomach. 

“Mm, you should’ve filled me before we left for good measure.” he blinks at you before laughing. 

“What was your wish?” he looks at you amused. 

“That you would take us back to our chambers and fi-

“Let us wait no longer.” he lifts you both up from the ground and starts back towards Vhagar. 

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The both of you walk through the dim halls of the Keep enjoying the barrenness save for the handful of guards. His hand is clasped in yours tightly as he starts to lead you up the main stairs. You curl into his side as a draft blows down the stairs and he still can’t wrap his head around how unconditional your love for him is. 

“What was my second gift?” you look up at him.

“Hm?” he looks down at your voice. 

“You said two gifts earlier.” his eye darkens remembering the silk he tied to the headboard and he lets out a low chuckle. 

“It’s in our chambers.” he hears your soft whine. “We’re here.” he chuckles, pushing the door open for you. He’s a step behind you on the steps and you look around the chambers before turning to him with pursed lips. 

“Aemond.” you walk over to him and his fingers are unfastening your buttons the second you’re close enough. 

“In your letter you wrote me earlier,” he starts to pull your jerkin off. “You said you were going to the library to show them I didn’t keep you tied to the bed.” he pulls your slip out of your trousers before unlacing them and pushing them down. “Which you followed that by saying you wouldn’t mind being tied to the bed.” you step out of the trousers and he starts to lead you toward the bed. 

“I did.” you chew on your lip as he starts to lift your slip off. 

“So my beautiful wife,” he grabs onto your waist. “Would you like to be tied to the bed while I make you feel good and fill you?” he smiles as your flush deepens. 

“Yes.” you nod quickly. “What should we use?” he chuckles as you turn to go find something but he pulls you back. 

“I already put a silk ribbon on the headboard before I came to you in the library.” he helps you lay back on the bed. “Arms up.” you watch as he sits on the side of the bed and reaches for your wrists. “Too tight?” he glances down at you as he starts to tie the ribbon. 

“You could make it tighter.” his breathing deepens at your soft voice and he tugs them tighter.

“Better?” you nod your head. “I like this very much.” he presses his lips to yours. He presses his lips down your neck and starts to brush his thumb against one of your nipples. He smiles against your neck feeling you pull against the silk. “Mm, is my little wife all tied up?” he presses his lips below your ear and kisses further down to take your other nipple in his mouth. 

“Aemond,” you whine when he takes the bud between his teeth. “Please,” you feel him chuckle against your chest before swirling his tongue around your hardened peak. 

He lifts off of your nipple and stands up to start to remove his jerkin. He watches you squeeze your thighs together and pout at him.Your soft pleas only make him slow down his movements more making you toss your head back into the pillows. He pulls off his tunic next and you watch him with lidded eyes. 

“Please, please Aemond,” you pull on the silk, sighing.

“Hm?” he tilts his head, slowly unlacing his trousers. 

“Please touch me.” he abandons taking his trousers off and grabs your leg to open them for him. “Husband,” you softly whisper, spreading your other leg wider. 

He trails his fingers up the inside of your thigh as he watches your legs softly shake. His fingers slide beside your slit and continue up to your breasts and to your mouth. He tilts his head and lets his fingers linger on your lips. You part your lips and he presses his pointer and middle fingers in against your tongue. He raises his eyebrow at you and you wrap your lips around his fingers and your tongue softly brushes up against them. 

You’re too focused on looking at him that it surprises you when he brings his other hand between your thighs. His thumb barely touches your bud but with every swipe it leaves your hips jerking off the bed. You softly whimper around his fingers before he pulls them out. You look up at him with lidded eyes as his thumb starts to circle your bud with more pressure. He smiles watching your eyes roll back as he pushes the two fingers from your mouth into your cunny. 

“Aemond,” you pant, gripping onto the silk. He sits on the bed next to you and starts to move his fingers watching your thighs quake. “Yes, please,” you gasp. 

He watches as his fingers get coated in your wetness as he fastens his pace. You arch off the bed and he smiles watching you practically serve your breasts to him. He leans over and captures one of your nipples and he’s graced with cries of his name. He chuckles when your thighs slam around his hands as he continues as he was. 

“Aemond,” you gasp as the silk bites into your wrists. 

“What do you need?” he flicks his tongue against your nipple. He listens to you try to form a sentence but you go taut beneath him once more. “Was that it?” he lifts up from your chest and sees your face scrunched and flushed with pleasure. 

“You,” you pant. “I need you, please,” each word is breathier than the last. “I want to be-

“Filled. Yes, I know.” he chuckles, removing his hands from you and rising from the bed once more. “It’s all day.” he smirks, pushing his trousers down. “It’s always ‘Aemond, please.’ using your sweet voice.” he shakes his head and spreads your legs wider to settle between them. “I’m certain you’re carrying our child. It’s just a matter of when we can tell.” he presses into you and your eyes flutter shut. 

“Please,” the plea barely audible. 

“What do you want?” he watches your lips part as he snaps his hips into you. “Tell me.” he grunts as he keeps up with his relentless pace. 

“More.” you whimper. 

He grabs your legs and presses them against your chest as he pounds into you. High pitched cries come from you and he feels you pulse around him. He smiles hearing your wetness seep out of you while he continues at his pace. Your toes curl as your pleasure feels never ending. His pace never falters when you feel his warmth spread throughout you while his fingers dig into your legs. He continues to rock his hips before pulling out and watching your filled cunny leak. He hears you softly whine and he sets your legs down and unties the ribbon. 

“Thank you.” you murmur and he watches you stay settled where you are before he lays in the space next to you. “I think you’re right.” you hum, leaning into his hand as he brushes your hair off your neck. 

“About what?” he presses his lips to the side of your head and you turn to curl into his chest. 

“My moon blood is almost three weeks late now.” his heart skips at your words. 

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he whispers and you shrug. 

“I didn’t want to get too excited.” you mumble. “But I am.” you peel your eyes open to look up at him. “I wanted to be sure.” he nods, stroking your cheek. “I want to be carrying our child so very badly.” your voice cracks and he holds you closer. 

“I know that you are.” he presses his lips to your forehead once more before watching as your eyes shut once more. “Now sleep so you can wake in the middle of the night and stare at me.” he watches a smile form on your face. 

“I call it admiring.” you press your lips against his chest. 

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[spiritsonic]

Yo!! First off, thank you so much for the GOTF stream, it was a real treat getting to see how things wrapped up, and just getting to listen to y'all chat about the creative process!

The questions surrounding character designs got my gears turning, and it reminded me I had a design question myself, albeit for the IDW comics, so I figured it was more appropriate to wait and ask this here rather than the stream:

When you designed the former Diamond Cutters for T&W, were any of them based on personal fan ideas that you wanted to make a reality, or were they more or less created from scratch? Also, did you have any favorites when designing them?

(I'm personally a big fan of Claire -- which isn't exactly a shocker, I guess, considering I'm a huge fan of Vennie and her powers! Even if the way she got said powers was tragic...)

The DCs weren't based on any particular ideas of mine, other than the occasional octopus character I've drawn in the past and how I wanted to handle the tentacles. Since they were all riffing off of Whisper's outfit (and the MGS characters they're referencing), that's the material I focused on.

Claire is my favorite too! In her case, her species was switched mid-production from a mantis shrimp to a howler monkey. For the monkey version, I decided to draw on some of the style of a midcentury jazz singer. She also has a bit of a "spooky fortune teller" vibe, which was requested. I dunno how much of that came through in the final, but it was fun for me.

Also here's the first pass on the whole crew, cause why not

(I got Smithy's name wrong. Also He was a raven at this point.)

[skyward-floored]

Whumptober Day 4: Hallucinations, “You’re still alive in my head”

Sky and Twilight took the reins and this got longer than it was originally planned to be. But that’s okay that means more angst :)

Warnings: poisoning (kind of), non consensual drugging (sort of), hallucinations (ish).

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Sky didn’t really like caves, but at least this one had plenty of light.

Glowing mushrooms dotted the walls in shades of blue and purple, smaller orange ones interspersed like tiny stars of amber. Every room they’d been in was a little different, and though Sky was tense and chilly from the location, even he had to admit it was pretty. It felt a lot like Skyview temple, honestly.

But luckily without the spiderwebs and skulltulas, he thought with a grimace. Worst part of that place, minus Ghirahim.

Sky gave a pink mushroom a cautious poke, and small waves of lighter pink rippled across the cap like a pond, Sky watching in fascination. Twilight looked up from where he was sitting, and watched the colors shift as well with an interested look.

“You think the others’ll be along soon?” Twilight asked as he stood and stretched. Sky shrugged. Half of their group had gone down a different tunnel, and they’d agreed to see if they met up later. The room they were in now had what looked like a side passage, so Sky, Twilight, Warriors and Hyrule had decided to pause here for a bit and see if they showed up.

“I’d bet they will,” Sky replied, poking the mushroom in two different spots. That made little waves of color go out that rippled against each other. “And if not, you can always sniff them out.”

“Should you all be touching those?” Warriors asked, an eyebrow raised as Sky poked a blue mushroom, glowing speckles winking all along the cap.

“I don’t see why not,” Hyrule said from across the room. He was tapping some smaller mushrooms that changed from orange to gold whenever they were poked. Twilight oohed in fascination, and got up to stand beside him and poke a few himself.

Warriors sighed, then gave a green one beside him a hesitant touch, the glow it gave off dimming slightly, and revealing stripes that weren’t visible before.

Sky and the others kept this up until Twilight heard footsteps from the tunnel, ears pricking as he reported it was the others. Four came through first, and Sky’s relief quickly turned into worry at the look on his face.

“Smithy? What’s up?” he asked, and Legend huffed as he came out of the tunnel behind him.

“Wild, that’s what,” Legend said. It came across as grumpy, but Sky could hear the worry in it as well. Twilight’s eyebrow raised in question.

“He and Wind were messing around, and Wild got smacked into this weird mushroom and all these spores went up,” Four reported with a frown. “We thought it was fine, but then Wild started acting all... weird.”

“Weird how?” Hyrule asked.

Time emerged from the tunnel with Wild’s arm slung around his shoulder then, the champion’s eyes wide and... worryingly blank. Twilight quickly went over to him, but Time waved him back.

“Best you don’t get too close, he already gave our sailor a bloody nose,” he warned, but Twilight still hovered nearby as Time gently set Wild down, keeping his head resting against his shoulder. “He’s quiet now, but when we first found him he was just...”

Wild gasped suddenly, and Time quickly put his arm around him in order to stop him from getting up when he lunged forward.

“W... wa-it...” Wild stammered, staring at the space in front of him. “Wait, wait for me, I-I’m...”

A shudder wracked through him, and he fell back against Time, shivering slightly. Warriors got to a knee beside him, carefully tilting Wild’s head around and studying his eyes and extremities, then hummed.

“I think it’s acting like a toxin of some kind,” he said, voice worried, but not overly concerned. Sky was rather alarmed at the use of the word toxin, himself. “Not life-threatening though, he’s not showing any signs of it being severe. He must just be reacting badly to the spores. An allergy, maybe. We’ll need to keep an eye on him, but it should just need to work through his system by itself. Is Wind okay?”

“I’b fine!” the sailor replied as he emerged from the tunnel as well, voice somewhat stuffed. “I didn’t breabe id in like Wild did.”

“Maybe get Hyrule to look at your nose, though,” Sky suggested with a wince, and Wind nodded.

The sailor skipped over to Hyrule, and while the traveler made sure nothing was broken, Sky cautiously moved over to where Wild sat, still shivering against Time’s shoulder. Wild didn’t react to his presence, but Sky noticed that when he shifted around, Time winced.

He looked closer, noticing that Time was holding his arm a bit gingerly, and Twilight obviously noticed as well.

“Did he just get Wind’s nose?” Twilight asked suspiciously, and Time sighed.

“He struggled a bit as I was pulling him away, but I’m fine.”

“Well then you won’t mind it if Hyrule looks you over just to be sure,” Warriors said flatly, and shooed him away as Twilight shifted Wild to his shoulder. Time hesitated, but at the sight of Wild immediately huddling up beside Twilight, he gave in with a sigh.

It was decided they’d make camp in the large cavern for now so they could monitor Wild, and hopefully give his body time to work through what it had been exposed to. Warriors wasn’t expecting it to take too long, but in the meantime... Wild only got worse.

He shivered and babbled nonsense nobody could make out, eyes catching on nothing. He felt feverish when Sky brushed a hand over his face, and coughed occasionally, looking miserable. All they could really do was keep him comfortable, but Wild only seemed to get worse, his mumbling growing louder, his eyes growing more wild.

Time’s arm turned out to be sprained, rather badly, and he was banished to the other side of the cave with Wind. The others tried to help with Wild, but after he nearly clocked Legend in the eye, Warriors decided the less people nearby, the better. Sky couldn’t bring himself to leave though, not with way Wild whimpered and thrashed, and he stayed beside him, wiping sweat from his brow, and wrapping his sailcloth around him when his shivering grew worse.

And nothing much changed for an hour or two, until Wild suddenly stiffened, and stared directly at Sky.

Sky blinked, and Warriors drew up beside him, prepared to step in if Wild tried anything. They all watched anxiously as Wild’s gaze flicked between the two of them, Twilight holding a little tighter to the champion, and Wild’s eyes rolled upward to look at him. Then his expression suddenly turned almost childlike with hope.

“Father?” he said in a small voice, and Sky’s heart fell down to his boots.

Twilight breathed in sharply.

“No, no Link, I’m not your father,” Twilight tried to explain gently, expression agonized. “None of us are, he’s not... here.”

“B-But you.... wh-where is he?” Wild asked, filmy eyes fixing on Warriors’ face. “I thought he... is he okay?”

Warriors froze, and Twilight exchanged looks with Sky. “I...”

Sky swallowed, and gently took Wild’s hand. “Link, he’s... he’s busy right now, okay?”

Wild blinked at him, then shuddered, his eyes clearing a moment and filling with grief.

“No. He’s not,” he whispered.

He let out a soft whimper, and to Sky’s dismay a tear fell down his cheek, its trail erratic due to the way Wild was shaking.

“I can’t r-remember— I miss him, b-but... I don’t kn-know if— you’re here, but y-you’re not— I saw you,” Wild said with a sharp inhale, eyes suddenly taking on a different sort of blankness.

“Oh no,” Twilight breathed as Wild’s shaking suddenly stilled, his blank gaze fixing on Sky’s face. “Please no, not now, don’t show him one right now...”

Oh Hylia, a memory, Sky thought in horror as Wild fell still. Please, let it be a good one.

Sky kept holding Wild’s hand, and Wild continued to stare at him, sweat-soaked hair falling in his face.

“He’s fighting...” Wild whispered, mouth the only part of him moving. “He st-stayed to fight... protect the... king. We saw, Zelda, she saw, when Cala... Calamity... the g-guardians...”

A shudder wracked through Wild, another tear slipping down his cheek.

“King’s dead. Everyone, they’re all... nobody left, D-Divine... p-papa...” he choked out, and suddenly his eyes cleared, and he lurched forward with a wail, head knocking against Sky’s collarbone.

Sky quickly stopped him from falling over, and waved Warriors and Twilight back when they tried to intervene, Wild clutching at Sky’s shirt with a terrible desperation.

“Father I failed,” Wild choked out, and Sky ignored how his heart was breaking, and ran a hand over Wild’s hair. Wild sobbed into his shirt, and Sky held him tightly, not even knowing where to begin with untangling this mess.

He looked at the others helplessly, and saw Twilight looking like he was either about to cry or hit something, and Warriors’ face looking much the same, expression holding a quiet grief.

“Link, it’s okay,” Sky tried, soothing him as he rocked a little. “You did your best. You saved Zelda.”

“She h-had to wait a-a hundred years,” Wild cried, voice muffled by Sky’s shirt. “I made her w-wait, s-so long, and y-you—”

Wild’s voice broke off into another sob, and Sky looked helplessly at Twilight. He knew the basics of Wild’s adventure, but not everything, and he didn’t know how to comfort him through this.

Wild had latched onto him though, and passing him off wouldn’t end well, he was sure. It was up to Sky.

He swallowed.

“Link,” he began softly, but loud enough that Wild could hear him over his crying. “I’m your father, aren’t I?”

Wild nodded, and Sky swallowed again, mentally apologizing to Wild’s father for impersonating him, and to Wild for lying about his identity.

“Then believe me when I say that I’m so proud of you,” Sky said, voice still soft. Wild let out a gross sniffle, and raised his head a bit so he could see Sky’s face. His eyes were still filmy, but Sky couldn’t tell if it was because of the memory or not. Was he out? “You did your best, you saved Zelda, and beat the Calamity. You avenged the people who died. You’re a hero, Link.”

“But I couldn’t save— I s-saw, saw you,” Wild hiccuped, still clutching Sky’s shirt. “You had— you weren’t, w-weren’t, moving, a laser, I saw you...”

“Oh Link,” Sky said thickly, and Wild pressed his face to Sky’s neck, a hiccuping sob coming out of him.

Twilight abruptly stood, shoulders tense as a bowstring.

“Captain. Do you have anything that would knock him out until the spores are out of his system?” Twilight asked quietly. Warriors nodded, and Twilight turned away. “Give him that. I’m not going to sit here and watch him be tortured by hallucinations any longer.”

“You want us to drug him?” Sky said in disbelief, and Twilight shook his head.

“We’re sedating him. It’s different.”

Sky didn’t know about that, but he didn’t argue as Wild sobbed again. This needed to stop.

Warriors didn’t add to the conversation either, and dug through his bag a moment before retrieving a small pouch of leaves. He got up and retrieved a cup from one of the others, pouring water inside, then crumbled up some leaves and stirred them in to the sounds of Wild’s sniffles.

He heated the mixture with his fire rod, still stirring, then blew on it and held it out.

“There. It’ll knock him out for a good ten hours,” he said quietly, and Twilight nodded, taking the cup.

“Hey Link,” Sky said softly, running a hand over Wild’s head. Wild shifted a little, and turned his head up. “We have a... medicine here for you that you need to take. It’ll make you feel better.”

“Really?” Wild asked in a small voice.

“Really,” Sky said, and Wild sighed thickly, going still against Sky’s shoulder.

“Okay,” he whispered, and Sky ignored the sting in his throat at the lie. Twilight came forward and crouched beside him, his face briefly conflicted, and Sky propped Wild up so he could help him drink it.

Strangely enough Wild didn’t resist at all, and drank most of the tea without fuss. He finished most of it before his eyes began to droop, and Sky adjusted his hold on him, making sure he was comfortable.

Wild sighed sleepily, and looked at Warriors and Twilight, then up at Sky.

“I m-missed you papa,” he whispered, and Sky swallowed back the lump in his throat, not missing the glassy look in Twilight’s eyes.

“Try and get some sleep, Link,” he managed to reply, and Wild finally closed his eyes, face looking more at peace than it had all day.

Warriors waited to be sure he was asleep, then stood and went off to the other side of the cave, likely to inform Time and the others of what had happened. And probably compose himself. Twilight remained beside Wild, his face conflicted, and Sky rested a hand on his arm, Twilight looking away and closing his eyes.

Sky sighed, looking at Wild, then held him close as he gently wiped the tear tracks from his face.

He really didn’t like caves.

[sleepybbie]

(going on anon bc im shy WHEHDHD🫡)

but how about a drabble of like, having a quickie with yingxing in his workshop or something 🤭🤭

bonus point if hes being a tease and kept edging you, forcing you to keep begging even tho he kept denying u anyways :3

𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒚 | yingxing (blade) drabble

a/n: SHSHHSJA I LOVE U SM FOR THIS ISTG (>w<) ♡ since i’m a bit biased (i am) i low-key made this drabble more longer than i originally planned to be ;w; but that shows how i love him sm

yingxing (blade) x fem!reader

warning: smutty drabble below! mentions of past!blade so there’s spoilers too ૮ • ﻌ - ა

you’d be lying to yourself if you say you didn’t enjoy watching your lover work on his weapon forges.

it wasn’t rare to anyone in the xianzhou that YINGXING was a very hard worker when it comes to crafting masterpieces of a weapon, glands of sweat rolling down his forehead to his forearm before wiping it away with ease. no wonder jingliu wanted him to be the one forging the weapons for the high cloud quintet; not only they were easy to hold and durable, but they have a strong impact of slashes that were even hard to destroy.

he gives in a lot of effort to his creations. therefore, he spends most of his time on his crafting table to make sure they were perfect. every weapon he forges, he smiles as he creates a new masterpiece and takes his time.

but how could he forget such a cute darling like you?

if there’s one thing you knew about your lover, is that he likes to tease, make you pout when he gets the chance. it wasn’t your fault you couldn’t peel your eyes away from him as he hammers down a weapon, it wasn’t your fault you find it so hot when he rolls his sleeve down his sweaty arms during the heating process, it wasn’t your fault why you visit his smithy looking so alluring and ethereal in a new short gown baiheng gifted to you in order to show it to him, and it’s absolutely not your fault why the small items from his table (including the blueprints) were scattered onto the ground while you’re being fucked in his workshop.

…this is a different kind of “risky” he’s giving you, a memory that might be in your head for a couple of weeks, or even months because of how good he was slamming his hips onto that spot of yours over and over. you have no idea whether his workshop was soundproof, you’re scared if ever dan feng were to visit him—after all, that high elder often comes in without warning. he finds it endearing, how your soft smile when you entered his forging area was now shifted into a mouth that cries his name on repeat like he just damaged your brain.

he promised to make this quick since he still has some forgery to finish. you don’t want him to be distracted when he’s already so focused, do you?

“ngh..! ha..! ah! y-yingxing…!”

your helpless and breathless mewls just seemed to turn him on more along with the way your hands clawed its way onto his damp neck, pushing your legs further up to wrap around his waist as he fucks into that spot of yours, repeating his ruthless thrusts while he pants heavily over your shoulder. it was sticky, you both were getting sticky; it’s obvious you were close, the pain your nails were digging on his attire was certainly giving a sign. who wouldn’t? his tip penetrating deep inside on your cervix was already enough to send you over the edge.

“p-please…wan…wanna cum..!”

“not until i say so, sweetheart..” he breathes into your neck, taking in that scent of yours like a pervert as he grins, “be obedient and wait for my signal..”

you hated when he does this, so teasing…you’ve been a good girl, right? so why? you teared up a little, and that just riled something inside of him more.

suddenly without warning, yingxing lifts you up off his desk, carrying your body until you back hit the wall, pushing his cock back inside of your sobbing puffy cunt like he was running out of time. he didn’t give time to rub himself in you, he just straight up pushes himself in. yingxing picks up the pace, pushing his tongue into your mouth while carrying your legs, balancing your body in order for you not to fall back from the wall. he’s strong..as expected from one of the strongest in the luofu. you’re full on crying, drooling spill past both of your lips before he pulls away with a smile. he’s close too…you can see it from the way he bites down his lip, blood drawing out, shutting his eyes when you clenched down on him.

now you both were even.

“are you keeping it in?”

“p-please, please, please…wanna…cum, yingxing…!”

“just a little more…i—

he was cut off with a grunt, pushing you back up on the wall after you almost fell down. were you so fucked out from his thrusts it made you unable to hold yourself? he chuckles.

“that was close, huh? as i was saying..just a little more, darling…and then you can cum..”

god, this was unfair. it’s so much..it’s only been a past minute when you both decided for a quick-quick, yet the smithy was a mess with the scent of sex. dan feng was definitely going to question this after..

“c’mon…almost there..” he goes even more faster, you swore your eyes were gouging at the back of your head when it hits that soft spot in your walls over and over, feeling semen spill out little by little, his thrusts sloppier..holy shit, you were seeing the aeons at this point. yingxing had a vice grip over your thighs as he holds you tight, your head bumping on the wall behind you, hard. you could hear him curse underneath his breath.

“y-yingxing, please…!”

“shit…you wanna cum? come, my darling, let’s do it together..”

and with one last thrust, his lips on yours to silence your moans, the coil in your stomach was cut along with his, cum spilling down past your legs as you whined loudly in his mouth—ribbons of his release shooting inside of you, breeding you basically. your poor cunt spills his thick seed, tickling down to his legs and onto the floor. fucking messy, and fucking filthy.

he didn’t dare to drop you while you both catch your breath, after all he didn’t want you to be hurt. yingxing holds you tight, leaving a small mark over your neck as he pulls out, watching his dick soften, along with his release spilling out of you. he thinks you’re pretty, he knows you’re pretty, including with that new fucked our expression of yours. he kisses your cheek, to your nose and on your forehead. he smiles, acting like he didn’t fucked you like a goddamn beast.

“want to buy something with me at the market? i forgot i need more materials.”

this guy…

an: hehe! i love yingxing ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[layraket]

For you :3

“Traveller breathe,” Someone urged, a loud calling in his ear.

Breathe? That seemed impossible, his frantic gasps of air the only air he could get into his lungs before it escaped, making his chest tight. He felt the red liquid seeping through his fingernails, and trailing down his arms, his side and grass poking into his skin, being stained with the only thing he swore never to let be used against him. 

“It’ll be okay, but I need you to breathe okay?” 

He met Four in the eyes, staring at crystalline violet eyes, with a hint of red in them. Red. Red. Red like the blood that was seeping out of his body, and would be used to resurrect Ganon. The one thing he swore would never happen was unfolding right in front of him. 

“Hyrule!” Four called but his voice sounded far away. 

He felt a sudden firm grasp on his wrist and he struggled before seeing that it was just the smithy, still there, still trying. 

Hyrule didn’t know why. He was failing, why would Four care? 

He felt arms wrap around him, and the steady rise and fall of Four’s chest. Miniature as it was, Hyrule felt that maybe he could follow it.

“In and out, traveller, I’ve got you.”

He copied as best as he could, squeezing his eyes shut to ignore the thoughts and the panic of his blood curse and focused on drawing air into his lungs. It was the least he could do for the trouble he was causing for Four. Battle raged around him, monster flesh being pierced and grunts as the heroes continued to fight around them. The real heroes, Hyrule thought bitterly.

He needed to fight alongside them. Even if he wasn’t like them. He eventually breathed steady and started to stand up but staggered, pain shooting through his side. “Whoa, slow down. You’re not going to fight while you’re that injured,” Four helped the traveller sit back down, an arm around his shoulder and pressed his hands to the bloody side, his eyes now a sharp green. “You’ve already lost a lot of blood. I couldn’t get you a potion, but now I can. Wind is buying us some time.”

He gritted his teeth at the pressure, so badly wanting to go out and help with the fight but he couldn’t argue with the smithy’s logic, so he tried to stay still. Soon red potion, a bitter and cold liquid entered his mouth, and his arm felt better but his side still throbbed with the sting of the blade that had stabbed it. “What? That should’ve gotten rid of the wound in your side too,” Four murmured, eyes widening.

Hyrule felt the blood loss catching up to him, his vision spinning and he felt his eyes began to close, though he tried to resist. “Link, stay awake. Don’t close your eyes. For me, okay?” 

 “S’rry,” He slurred as his vision tilted and his head dropped. 

Now he could clearly see the sodden ground, worn from the fighting and splattered with black and red blood. He could see Legend’s Pegasus Boots, dancing with the grace Hyrule had seen him fight, and the captain’s heavy metal boots that marched with order and practice. His vision gained black spots as he heard fuzzy noises, a call of his name maybe? That’s probably not good, he thought distantly before he fully succumbed to the darkness. 

                          ~~~~~~~~~

Hyrule’s eyes fluttered open and he was met with agonizingly bright light. He couldn’t help the whimper that escaped his throat and he raised his hands to cover his eyes from it. 

“Traveller? Link? Are you with us?” 

“I swear his eyes were open for a second.”

His eyes soon adjusted and he was able to see sky and trees. He looked around and met the eyes of his friends. 

“He is awake!” 

“Can you say something, ‘Rulie?” 

He recognized the last one as Legend’s soft, worried tone he rarely used. “Yeah,” Hyrule replied. “W-what happened? Why are you guys looking at me like that?” 

Silence followed his words and he started to panic but he got a clipper answer from Four, “Well, you got hit in the side. Lost too much blood.”

Hyrule frowned but then slightly recalled the moments and paled. “What happened to my blood. Was it still on the ground?” 

He had no reason to assume the others would do anything about that. They didn’t know anything about his blood curse. There were resounding yeah’s and he cursed, jumping out of his bedroll, standing even though pain coursed through his side. “Hey, no, you have to rest. Don’t push yourself,” Legend chided.

“You—You don’t understand. I have to do something right now,” Hyrule gritted his teeth as he started to walk. 

It was sheer will that he was standing on his feet but he didn’t care. He took off before the others could protest and found the battleground from before in a while. He heaved a breath and grabbed his water flask from his bag, pouring it over where he could see red blood. He tore a piece of fabric from his clothes and wiped the blood off the grass as best as he could, like his life depended on it…which he guessed wasn’t too far from the truth. He heard the footsteps before he heard the others’ voices and he paid them no mind. “Why—“ There was a pause as Four considered his next words. “—Why are you doing this? It’s blood.”

Hyrule laughed, a bit hysterically, as the blades of grass were nearly ripped out once the traveller was done with them. He felt a hand on his shoulder and it admittedly hurt to see the look in his predecessor’s eyes, the vet hesitant and confused, along with the glimmer of hurt hidden behind the clouds of violet. He felt their eyes burning into his back as he finished getting rid of the blood after a long while. He didn’t care. 

Anything to make sure his blood doesn’t get in the hands of the enemy.

He made sure to burn the piece of fabric that was torn off, and then turned to the rest of them before his legs buckled from pushing himself too hard and he was barely even caught before he was out.

                          ~~~~~~~~~~~

When he had awoken next it was bright again, but less painful. He saw the veteran leaning over him. “‘Rulie? You there?” 

“Yeah…”

Hyrule saw the disappointment and hurt shining in his predecessor’s violet eyes and it stung horribly but he didn’t regret what he had done. “It’s just me and the smithy here right now. He’s off guarding the camp…you trust me right?” 

“Of course,” Hyrule narrowed his eyes slightly.

“Can you tell me why you—why…Why did you do that? You seem…afraid of your blood. You don’t panic when you see anyone else’s blood…” 

Could he tell the vet why? He trusted him, of course, but he had known to keep his blood curse an absolute secret, lest he be betrayed and killed. 

"I-I don’t know if I can tell you…”

“…Okay. That’s fine but…unless you have a very good reason I’m not going to let you injure yourself further, push yourself when you need rest.”

If something happened like that, again, he needed someone to get rid of the blood and he knew that even a single nick on his cheek could be salvaged and used to resurrect Ganon. He couldn’t let Legend do that. 

So do I tell him? 

After contemplating for a while, he made an ultimate decision. “I have a blood curse,” He whispered tightly, hoping to be quiet enough that the only one that would hear him was the veteran. “If anyone has my blood, they can resurrect Ganon with it. I…I need to make sure that doesn’t happen.”

He was admittedly nervous as to Legend’s reaction. He only told him because it felt right, he trusted Legend more than anyone, and he could use a little bit of help with it. When he looked up at the veteran he didn’t see what he expected, he saw sympathy and guilt shimmering in Legend’s eyes and suddenly there were arms wrapping around him. “I’m sorry you have to deal with that. Thank you for telling me, I understand now. Next time, I’ll help you out instead okay?”

“Okay…”

It felt like a weight off his shoulders now that that somebody other than him knew. He let himself sink into Legend’s embrace and Four didn’t even blink when he saw them, he just quirked his lips upward slightly and gave a nod, eyes green with a hint of red.

Uni im gently grabbing your hand and putting all my love on it cuz WAHH

Rulie scared about his blood curse not caring if he overworks himself gets me, and and Four staying there to try and calm him and assure him that everything will be okay

AND LEGEND COMES AND HE MAKES SURE THAT HE'S FINE AND DOESN'T PUSH HYRULE AND HOW UNDERSTANDING HE IS WHEN RULIE TELLS HIM ABOUT THE CURS KDSFJKHJDS

screaming and sobbing the ending with Legend and Hyrule hugging i love downfall duo so much 🥺🥺🥺 thank you s much i dont know how to repay you this is beautiful

[gintrinsic-writing]

For the Unusual Fic-Specific Asks for Authors ask game – would you be interested in doing Perspective Flip for This World (is only gonna break your heart), chapter 1’s head trauma fic?? If you want a specific character I think Legend would be interesting, but honestly I’d love to see any character’s POV! (I love this fic so much I need to put in an actual decent comment for it asdfgh)

I'm notoriously slow at writing fiuhshsdfush sorry, but it's incomplete. I probably didn't get to the part you most wanted, but I work the rest of the week, then have to host family for 5 days, so I'm not going to have a chance to write again for a good bit. Hopefully this is still fun to read! I might be able to get to the rest when life slows down.

Based on this short fic.

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“Four?” Legend questioned, wariness coloring his tone. “You good?”

“Yeah,” Four rasped. His fingers flexed around the hilt of the Four Sword over and over again. Even from across the field, it was easy to see that his breaths were too shallow. He licked his lips. “Wild, could I have more of that herbal water?” 

Wild’s ears drooped guiltily. “I’m sorry, but there’s not much left, and Warriors still hasn’t had any.”

Legend sent a sharp look to Warriors, cutting off the self-sacrificial bullshit before it could even begin with a well-timed frown. Warriors acted like he didn’t notice, but he pressed his lips together as he tied off the last of Time’s bandages. Drama queen.

“Right,” Four murmured. He handed his empty cup back, then tugged on his hair. His hand visibly trembled. “Sorry, I wasn’t thinking.” 

Sky questioned Four about an injury, and several others joined in. Legend tuned them out, thumbing one of the heart rings as he watched Hyrule. The traveler swayed a little as he approached, and he sat down without an iota of grace. Sweat dampened both their arms as he leaned against Legend. It was uncomfortable; Legend didn’t consider moving.

“Don’t volunteer for watch tonight,” he murmured, rolling his eyes when Hyrule stuck out his tongue. 

"Don't tell me what to do, Leg."

“Bitch.”

“Worrywort.”

Before Legend could think of a comeback, he noticed Four beginning to pace. The grass nearly reached the smithy’s knees. 

“I’m not… me. I mean I am, but…” Four frowned. “I’m not just me. That’s the problem.” 

Hyrule crossed his legs where he sat. “You can tell us. We’ll do whatever we can to help.”  

Four’s eyes darted along the length of the Four Sword as if searching for something. “For you to understand, there’s something I need to…” He trailed off a sharp exhale. “I named myself for the Four Sword because—because drawing it gives me the ability to split into four separate versions of myself. Only… it’s not working now.”

“Like cloning?” Legend asked, thinking back on some of the oddities he’d come across on his quests. 

“No. They represent different parts of me. They’re my colors.” Four’s sudden smile was a fragile thing. “My sense of reason, my sentiment, my temper, my bravery. Obviously, it’s more complicated than that, but that’s the gist. And right now…” Once more, he touched the dried blood along his hairline. “I can’t hear them at all. I can’t split.”

“Split?” Legend mouthed, just as Sky asked, “Hear them? You normally hear voices?”

Well, that was concerning. Legend thumbed his heart ring again, glancing around at the others. Warriors was still in that eerie way of his, and Wild looked strangely mournful. At least the Old Man seemed to be resting well.

 “It’s not like that. I get… impressions. Influences,” Four answered timidly. 

“The voices influence you?” Warriors asked, and ah—there it was. That tone he used when he was truly worried and trying not to show it. Legend wondered if any of the others recognized it for what it was yet. “How often does that happen?”

Four twitched, then smiled again. “I’m probably explaining this poorly. The voices are me. They’re normal.”

Wariness returned to Legend’s gut, and he could feel Hyrule slowly tensing. He had a feeling things were about to get worse.

[s-creations]

Roleplay

It was easy to think he'd been a hero this entire time. After all, with everyone backing him, Geno felt he'd been accomplished so much.

But, staring down his greatest enemy, making sure someone he cared for was safe, Geno wasn't sure if he was really meant to be a hero.

Fandom: Super Mario & Releated Fandoms, Super Mario RPG Rating: General Audiences Relationship: Mario/Geno (Nintendo) Additional Tags: Harsh look at reality, It's not always roses, Geno's protective of Gaz, Geno/Mario is a background item, But I'm still making it count!, Smithy's kind of a jerk, There is fire and mentions of burning buildings, Geno gets a little shaken.

Make from @nintendonut1's art: Link

“Whatever happens, just hold onto me, Gaz. And don’t stare at the light for too long.”

Smithy had not taken being defeated well. Instead of falling, as the team had been expecting, the villain had doubled down. Burning red eyes seemed to narrow down on Geno as he stood once more. Declaring he wasn’t going to hide away in his factory any more. That this takeover needed a more direct touch. 

Starting with Rose Town.

Geno had never felt so cold before. 

Even with the fact they all practically left the portal at the same time, Smithy somehow got a lead. The party arrived in said town with it already on fire. Numerous troupes from Smithy’s gang rushed around and away once the heroes engaged. Mario called for everyone to spread out to help where they could. 

Geno was gone before the human finished. 

Sturdy footfalls carried him down a path he’d felt uneven walking on only a few days ago. Now only stumbling to avoid the crumbling homes and structures. Still focused on arriving at his destination as quickly as possible.

He shouldn’t feel so sick upon seeing the familiar house up in flames. But it took everything in him to not collapse at the sight. 

“Gaz!” the puppet desperately called out, “Gaz, where are you! Can you hear me? Gaz!” 

He flinched away as the fire flared up. Feeling as if his soul was crumbling away as the front started to collapse.

“GAZ!” 

“G-Geno?”

Relife he’d never felt before seemed to slam into his chest hearing the timid voice. A familiar small Toad just peeking out from the edge of the forest. Clearly terrified and covered with a bit of ash, but otherwise well.

“Gaz… Grambi Above, Gaz!” Gaining strength in his legs once more, Geno rushed over to said child. Feeling comfort by the weight he now carried in his arm. “You’re okay… Are you hurt? Where’s your mother? Where’s anyone?”

“W-We’re all in the forest,” Gaz sniffed weakly, “‘M okay. What’s h-happening?”

Geno faltered as he tried to figure out what he could say about this. “I…I wasn’t able to stop the bad guy fast enough. I’m sorry…”

“But you’re here to stop them now, right?”

“Yeah, yeah of course! I’m going to stop them before you can be hurt any further.”

“Awww, how charming.”

Gaz let out a fearful gasp as he hid away in Geno’s chest upon seeing the person towering behind said puppet. On his part, Geno instantly took a defensive position. One arm wrapped around the small Toad while he faced Smithy. The other was already holding out his weapon.

Said dictator seemed far more imposing with the fire burning casting heavy shadows over him. His eyes seemed to glow a deeper red. 

“How something so small could cause so much trouble. Do you want to know something interesting, Little Star?” Smithy asked smugly, “This little piece around my neck holds quite the informative side effect. I can hear every wish that’s been asked for. Every. Single. One. From every living being. Including Stars.”

The overlord chuckled as he watched Geno’s face fall in horror.

“You are quite the interesting being, Little Star. It all started off rather understandable. If not a little dry.”

‘I wish I knew what this stomach pain was.’

‘I wish I knew why I can’t keep my eyes open.’

‘I wish I could understand how people can keep going.’

“I suppose being mortal was a very strange change for you. Being physically tied down is tiring if you’re not used to it all. I’ll be honest, I grew bored of hearing from you after a while. Who wants to hear about wanting to be more ‘mortal’? Not I… Until your wishes turn into something…amazing.”

‘I wish I could tell Gaz how it’s going. He really likes this toy, I’m sure he misses it.’

‘I wish I knew what it was like to have a home. It seems so wonderful to have a place to just relax.’

‘I wish I could enjoy cake every day!’

‘I wish Mallow could keep his smile on his face forever, he deserves to.’

‘I wish Bowser would just admit he likes being around us.’

‘I wish I didn’t feel so nervous around Peach.’

‘I wish I could be as calm as Mario is.’

‘I wish I could be as easy around Mario as Peach is.’

‘I wish I knew why my soul beats so fast when I look at Mario.’

‘I wish I could tell him how I feel.’

‘I wish I was brave enough to tell him how I feel.’

‘I wish I could stay.’

Geno didn’t mean to tighten his grip on Gaz. But hearing his own wishes mockingly repeated back to him was terrifying.

“How absolutely pathetic,” Smithy growled out. Hefting up his hammer to be held in both hands. “If you want to be a mortal, if you want to play the hero, then you need to experience all of it. Even the not so friendly side. You don’t get to pretend.”

“You get to watch this little village burn before I move onto the next town, and the next one. I’m going to make sure you feel the full force of being mortal before I crush you. If you want to act as a hero, prepare to feel failure. Starting with that child.”

The fears he felt were quickly replaced with protective rage. Gaz’s eyes widened in amazement as the weapon pointed at Smithy started to hum. Seeming to suck in light at the tip as a large orb of light began to appear. The multiple colors merge to become white. 

“Gaz…”

Said Toad’s attention went to Geno’s face, who was glaring Smithy down.

“Whatever happens, just hold onto me. And don’t stare at the light for too long.”

At that, Gaz buried his face into Geno’s chest. Just before the charged beam was released.

Geno could feel the child flinch as the hum of said attack was released, seeming to mute the area with how loud it was. Smithy moved quick enough to raise the head of the hammer to act as a shield. Feet digging into the ash covered ground as he was pushed back. When he came to a stop, the leader let out a huff followed by a heavy chuckle. 

“Well, well, touched a nerve have I?” Smithy smirked, standing once more.

“You have no room to make such threats. I will make you regret those words.” Geno’s voice was cold and unwavering as he stared Smithy down.

“Your little stun gun may pack a punch. But you’re going to need more than that.”

Gaz, who had peeked out, panicked further when the ground began to shake. Letting out a small but terrified scream of surprise as Bowser basically barreled into Smithy. Geno quickly wrapped his other arm around the Toad. The steely anger melted away slowly as he realized it was the rest of the party. Peach and Mallow rushed to help Bowser while Mario drew closer to Geno.

“Hey, are you okay?” Mario asked, “We saw your beam and-”

“He threatened Gaz.” Is what Geno was able to choke out. 

The human’s eyes went down to said Toad, who was still clutched close to Geno. Mario offered a comforting smile while gently pulling Gaz away from Geno’s death grip. Silently gesturing to keep the puppet calm before addressing the child. 

“Do you know where everyone else is?” 

“I-In the forest.” Gaz sniffed.

“Okay, do you think you can find everyone on your own?”

“Uh huh.” 

“I need you to go back in then. Geno needs to know you’re safely away from here so he can focus on fighting.”

Gaz looked back up to Geno. The puppet was able to give a very short nod of agreement in his numb stupor. 

The Toad turned back to Mario, “You’ll keep Geno safe, right?”

“I’ve been doing well so far. You can trust me.”

That seemed good enough for Gaz as he finally turned to rush back into the foliage. 

With that taken care of, Mario’s focused on Geno. Who still hadn’t really moved.

“Hey, Geno, I need you to talk to me.”

Moving slowly, Mario reached out to take Geno’s hands in his own. That caused the puppet to fully jerk out of his stunned silence. Amber eyes taking in his surroundings once more. 

“Mario?”

“Hey, yeah, it’s me, you’re okay,” Mario gave a small chuckle, “First time threats are not fun.”

That sent another jolt of remembrance to strike Geno. Who now scanned to find a familiar form. “Gaz, are they-”

“Back in the forest. He’s safe. Think you’re okay to fight?”

Geno looked down at their clasped hands for a moment before addressing Mario.

“Yeah, let’s finally end this.”

[grilledcheese-aspiration]

cant forget the lamp! she made her wish to have a long life.

shes gunna need it if shes going to romance 5 more sims and get to 50,000 simoleons!

since this is the last day of her rotation, imma get the wrap-done!

rank 5 business already!!!

has written 5 novels, omg

adopted an axolotl, smithy

romanced 2 new sims

met goal: fall in love w/ 5 sims

met gole: woohoo w/ 5 sims

made friends with Batz

[fourstarsoutofnine]

Hi hi! Since requests are open i wanted to request a short fic about reader helping Four take care care of his hair, like he doesn't really bother with it too much but reader insists he takes better care of it because it's so pretty, so Four allows them to do what they deem necessary

Have a nice day and thank you in advance ^^

A/N:Omg this is so cute I love this. I went with a pre-established relationship for this one, hope that’s ok! Also sorry this took so long, and to the other requests that are taking a while—I’ve been renovating my bedroom completely and it’s taking a while😅thanks for being patient with me <3

Four w/ an s/o who helps him take care of his hair <3

Warnings:none. Just established relationship, four being soft and incredibly in love and smitten. Four’s nickname for you is “dove” bc idk I just love it.

The smith never really cared about his hair much. It just wasn’t something he deemed important to take much care of. It was mostly a nuisance if anything, but he liked the way it looked long so he kept it. But if you ask how he goes about taking care of it? Don’t get him to lying. He doesn’t. Well… didn’t until you came along. You—wonderful you. You became his constant, and his reminder to take care of himself. His hair, however, was something you never saw receiving the same amount of care he gave his body, and the brilliant weapons he worked on. You weren’t going to let that continue, so you marched right up to him. “Smithy?”

He looked up at you and smiled. “Yes, dove?” His expression was full of nothing but love and admiration. It honestly made your stomach turn flips. You smiled back and bent down a bit, tucking some of his hair behind his ear. “I’ve noticed something.” You crouched down to meet his sitting level.

“What’s that?” He set his work aside to give you his full attention.

“I’ve noticed you don’t really give the same care to your hair as you do to taking care of yourself and I want to do something about it. Your hair is far too beautiful to let it not be cared for.” You stated simply like it was something as casual as a hello and not a profoundly beautiful way to say I love you and care about you without actually saying that. His face and ears flushed a touch red as he processed that and you continued. “I’d like to help with it—if you’d let me… I may not know everything about hair care and we may be out in the middle of Hyrule with no civilization for miles, but I can trim it and fix the split ends, and I’m sure at least the captain has some shampoo and conditioner.” You say with a laugh, and he looks down with a dopey smile.

“That’s…very kind of you…” he said, his voice laced with love and a softness you rarely get to see from him—one that only emerges during the nights you’re both awake and everyone else lies sleeping. “I would appreciate that very much, actually…” he looks back up to you with the same soft smile. “Thank you, dove…”

You respond with a kiss to his cheek and help him up. You spent the rest of the day caring for his hair—which consisted of a fun adventure with the river down the hill(it ended up being freezing and the both of you ended up in it and soaked your only other set of clothes, but his hair was washed!) and you trimmed his split ends, then you showed him how to fix his hair up out of his face so it wouldn’t bother him. Taking care of his hair became something you both did, and a surefire way to get to spend time together, so it’s officially become something he loves to do. And his hair has never felt softer!

[judathian]

Game night w @nelsonsock and @smithy-will-eat-your-babies, took the bell down to get a damage quota and instantly got this freak waiting for us outside the door

[rrain-writes]

Hi! Could I slide forward the ideas of “misaimed blame” or “cruel and unusual punishment” with Warriors and/or Wind for the Bad Things Happen bingo? I like those two and am curious as to what you’d do with either of them in either of those situations! <3

Hello anon! (Sorry this took me a while!)

Ok, we have Warriors and Wind for the @badthingshappenbingo prompt ‘misaimed blame’. Thanks for requesting and hope you like it!

Characters: Warriors, Wind, Four, Sky, Time and Twilight

Warnings: blood, injury, and nausea

Warriors hated dungeons. They were damp, dark, and smelly. Oh, and more often than not, sported an assortment of monsters and traps. Why the other heroes liked them so much was beyond him.

Did he mention that he had gotten seperated from everyone else? Well he had, and now he was stuck wandering around and praying he found an exit.

Warriors sighed, inspecting his sroundings as he went. The room he had found himself in was suspicously empty, except for a single door on the other side of it. As he went to walk towards it, an ominous  g r a t i n g  noise stopped him in his tracks.

The Captain's eyes darted down to the tile that he had stepped on, which had sunken into the floor when he had applied pressure. “What-“ He started, before letting out a noise of surprise.

Where there had once been one of him, there was now many. The dopelgangers had appeared out of nowhere, each an perfect image of the himself. Well, If it wasn’t for the sickening smiles they wore, or empty eyes watching him.

He raised his sword, and half the group copied him, mirroring his actions, while the others darted out the door. Warriors swore as the remaining ones attacked.

-

Wind and Four walked through the dungeon hallways, the soft padding of their feet and quiet breathing the only hylian sound. The steady dripping of water echoed, though with no visible location.

“Wars!” Four called out, as a familiar figure crossed the hall infront of them. Warriors turned at the sound of his voice. “We’ve been looking everywhere for you!” The minish hero said. “I’m surprised we haven’t come across anything yet, but the downside is the others are no where to be- Warriors?”

Four let out a yelp of surprise as Warriors swung his sword down, expression blank.

“Wars, what the hell are you doing?” Wind exclaimed.

Four grunted as he parried a blow from the Captain. “Warriors!” He cried. “Snap out of it!”

Warriors did not, in fact, snap out of it. Instead he continued to slash at the smallest heroes relentlessly, pushing them backwards until they were met with cold stone walls. Even with the two of them, they were no match against the older hero’s blind attacks.

Wind gritted his teeth as the metal blade sliced along his arm, drawing dark blood in the dim lighting. He had no breath left for reasoning with Warriors, as he put all his focus into not getting killed.

Four cried out as one of Warriors’ wide swings came too close, his multi-coloured tunic ripping. The blood was quick to follow the action, dripping down his front and staining the different patches. The smithy dropped to his knees, sword abandonded as he pressed his hands to the wound.

"Four!" Wind cried out, horrified that Warriors could ever do something like this.

Warriors on the other hand, took no notice. He just kept coming, and it was only a matter of time before Wind would tire out.

-

Warriors followed the yells and the clashing of swords, throwing continous looks over his shoulder at the other him's that followed. One of them got close enough to strike, and he was forced to twist his arm in an uncomfortable way to prevent himself from being beheaded.

An echo of a shout rang down the hallway. The voice sounded young, like-

"Four!" That was Wind. Warriors gritted his teeth as he pushed himself to run faster. Something was happening to his brothers, and it was not good.

-

Wind was momentarily distracted by the pounding of multiple adult feet running towards them, and it earned him a cut across his cheek. Warriors also noticed it, and bolted the opposite direction, blue scarf flying.

The Sailor's arms shook, and he was unsteady on his feet from both blood-loss and exhaustion.

That must be the others. He thought to himself, as his knees gave out underneath him, sending him sinking down to the cold floor.Someone called his name off in the ajacent hallway, and he fought through the fogginess in his head to stay awake.

Not much longer now.

-

Warriors nearly cried in relief when he ran into Time, Sky and Twilight. They were more than a little surprised to see him being chased down by himself, but at his word jumped up with their weapons drawn.

It was more than a little painful to cut down people who looked exactly like your brother, but the master sword was quick to confirm that they definetly weren't the real Wars. Oh, and the fact that they were trying to mindlessly kill the heroes.

As the last copy of him fell, Twilight grimanced.

"That was..." He said, before trailing off. Sky put a hand to his shoulder, wincing when he noticed the blood that was still on it.

"Did you guys hear Wind and Four earlier?" Warriors asked in an attempt to change the topic to anything else.

Luckily the three of them took the bait, Time being the first to reply. "We did, and were trying to find them when we... ran into you."

Warriors tried to catch his breath as the adrenaline slowly wore off. "We should go find them."

Sky nodded, and pointed to his right. "That's where it sounded like they were coming from."

-

When someone came running up to him, touching his face, Wind groggily blinked confusion away. There, he found the concerned face of Sky, asking if he was okay.

"Mhm." He hummed, nodding slowly in reply.

"What happened to you two?" The Skyloftian fretted, wiping away the blood from his face with a cloth like Wind's Grandma would.

"We were..." Wait. Wind jerked upright, eyes wide. "We were attacked by Wars!" He cried, standing despite the wave of nausea. "He's a traitor!" Wind said. "Warriors came and attacked us, he hurt Four and-"

"Wind." Sky said firmly, grabbing his flailing hands. "That was not Wars. It was a trick of the dungeoun."

Wind shook his head, all reason lost to his fear. "I know what I saw Sky you have to believe me!"

Warriors looked pained, turning away from the sailor to mutter something to Time, who stood beside him. Time paused from watching Twilight tend to Four to reply to him in the same quiet voice, before Warriors left the room.

"No!" Wind wrenched himself out of Sky's grasp, stumbling over to the Captain. "This is your fault!" He said. The sudden movements made him stumble, and Warriors instincly reached out to catch him. Wind gasped a choking lungfull of air as he tried to push himself away, and Time stepped over to catch him.

Time lay him down as he tried to calm the hysterical boy. "Warriors, I think you might need to leave the room." He said.

Warriors nodded slowly before turning away. "Okay." He said after a beat. He knew why of course. But it hurt. It really hurt.

You're scaring him

He hates you.

This is your fault.

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RAYGUNS.

The most common form of firearm, chosen weapon of both Better Living and a majority of killjoys, despite being company technology. Much like transmitters, the rate of production and ease of access has led to a near monopoly. So much so that, while these "ray" guns may have once had a different, branded, or more complex name, they're now typically just called guns, while firearms that utilize metal ammunition and combustive propulsion are called "acoustic" guns. (Killjoy slang for things that come from 'the old world', before the bombs.) It is not legal for any citizen to own a weapon of this type. Any firearms found within the city are either owned by the company to equip the S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W and SPECTRE units, or contraband.

Guns do not have ammunition to load, but instead are battery powered. Whatever mechanism makes up the body of the gun is what generates the bolts that they fire, and the battery provides the energy source for this process. Safe-modes power a gun down, preserving battery and preventing it from being fired. Powering a gun on has a "warm up" window before the gun can be fired, identifiable by a signature whine as the gun becomes functional. Older models are known to take a bit longer to warm up, though the difference in times is effectively negligible. The main difference seems to be cosmetic: the older guns are louder on the warmup.

Different releases and lines have batteries of different power levels and configurations, though they are often at least passably cross-compatible, if not well optimized. In a pinch, cramming any gun battery into the grip, cranking the power, and pulling the trigger extra hard will generally get the job done. Though it might ruin the gun for any future battle, and get you a lecture from a superior or smithy.

The energy blasts/bolts that BLi firearms release appears to be* a form of focused radiation. Contact with a bolt causes burns to the skin or sometimes deeper and pain on hit, followed swiftly by numbness and/or tingling and swelling, then finally (days later) an itching/burning sensation as they heal. They are lethal at close to mid range, especially when striking the head, heart, and lungs. Other side effects, from both firing the weapon in excess and injuries gotten from them, include aches, fevers, and flu-like symptoms. Gun injuries rarely bleed: they fire hot enough that any open wound they generate is often immediately closed via cauterization. As you can imagine, the barrels get very hot. Safe handling dictates a business end of a gun not be touched for at least five minutes after it has been fired, at risk of personal injury.

*Many people, crow killjoy or otherwise, couldn't begin to tell you what, exactly, the kind of energy these firearms shoot is. If anyone does know, it's closely guarded information — there's a nonzero chance the exact knowledge has been lost, and the process of manufacturing the weapons has become more an act of reproduction than true understanding of the science in employ.

Better Living handheld firearms, branded as The Individual™, are the most commonly used gun in Battery City and its surrounding zones.

These guns are lightweight and have quick response time. They warm up quickly, and get great battery mileage. The dial on the thumb side of the grip functions as the standby and power switch. As well, this dial adjusts the weapon to preset levels that can fine tune the power level of individual shots.

The lowest setting on The Individual™ is a stun shot: intentionally under-powered so as to be nonlethal, for the gathering of high value targets that the company prefer be taken alive and as unspoiled as possible. Up from that, the low setting does less direct damage, but will preserve battery and allow more shots to be fired. As you can guess, the higher settings fire more dangerous, 'hotter' shots more likely to kill a target outright, but burn through the power supply much more quickly. Generally, the Individual from any release line has four settings: stun, low, mid, high. No matter which setting they're on, the standard, handheld models experience a steep drop off of lethality at anything beyond middling ranges.

Nonlethal shots, whether from the stun setting or a result being out of range, etc., still cause surface level burns, and frequently cause temporary numbness of/around the where the bolt made contact, which can just as easily remove an opponent from the fight. The severity of burns varies by factors such as: distance from the barrel, type of clothing worn and number of layers, and whether or not the gun has been tampered with. S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W Unit employees typically wear fabrics known to reduce the effects. The security department (the officers who wear hoods as opposed to masks) are well known for wearing vests and gloves that absorb a majority of a bolt's lethality, enabling them to tank confrontations and fire weapons with high outputs with minimal risk to themselves.

In other words: crows fire hot and soak up shots. Aim for the head, babe, and don't get struck dead.

BLind does produce more than the common handheld firearms, including a full-automatic rifle (pictured above), and much bulkier rifles that resemble hunting or 'sniping' rifles.

The automatic rifles have a similar range to the Individual, but much higher rate of fire. They are often held by members of the security force, especially in the gates and tunnels in and out of Battery City. Incredibly effective deterrents, they lack the requirement of precision that the handheld guns take, and pack multiple battery packs at once, meaning they can be fired many times before needing to "reload", i.e. loading a new power pack. They're also, however, prone to overheating. This can be either the bolt generator getting too hot and failing until it has the opportunity to cool down, or -more rarely- the batteries becoming damaged and causing the weapon to self-destruct in spectacular (or horrific, if you don't let go of it) fashion.

The bulkier rifles have a greatly increased range of lethality, but the rate of fire is very low, and handling the rifles is a chore. The knowledge isn't common. They take large, heavy duty batteries, have long warmup times, and sometimes require more than one person to operate effectively. Higher level S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W employees —weapon specialists and Exterminators— are the most likely to be trained to use the long range rifles. They are known to be employed in small number at the outward boundary of the city and the Better Living outposts in zones 01 and 02. The cons list is long with these monsters, but the counter is this: people only rarely survive a strike from a rifle. The level of energy (or whatever it is the guns fire) is so concentrated its destructive capability is thus far unmatched. If the wound doesn't kill immediately, the after effects (long term numbness in various extremities, organ failure, illness) almost certainly will.

The long range rifle is likely the version of the technology that led to the major change from traditional guns to Better Living standard; a ray gun rifle is simply more resource efficient and more deadly than a bullet. It's only when scaling them down that the lines of effectiveness begin to blur.

In the desert, the handheld firearms are by far the most common, and it's traditional to decorate and modify one's gun, some even going so far as to name their weapon. These can become an extension of the individual killjoy's image. Some even become notorious in their own right, like the magic swords of old legend, and other 'joys may begin to emulate or make variations of famous designs.

Spare and additional parts are regularly produced by the city, making repair of a signature weapon fairly easy to do. Often it's easier, in fact, than getting a new one. Still, some killjoys don't get particularly attached, and might opt to simply replace their guns rather than repair them when they're badly damaged.

Killjoys who modify guns ("smiths" or "smithies") are experts at overriding any built-in safety measures. They tend to alter the process through which the gun's energy is released; clever smiths can turn the basic guns into traps and time bombs. Even the most basic smiths can make them burn hotter than any pre-designated setting typically allows for, but of course they burn out much faster that way, and pose a higher threat to the shooter as well. Ace shots and arrogant sandpups like hot guns. Killjoys wise enough to know they won't hit that one-in-a-thousand mark tend to focus on optimizing their battery use and storing backups.

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omg wow. the new chapter wow WOW. WHERE DO I START OMG. jsjdjdjsjs i absolutely want to reread this chapter again after this bc omg the BUILDUP WAS SO INCREDIBLE WOW SO MUCH HAPPENED THIS CHAPTER I HAVE NO WORDS SERIOISLY OMGGGGG

the talk with ichirou and our boy ff is so funny in sm ways holy shiet and i loVED that it was feom ichirous perspective like ff is one incredibly hot mess but only we (and ff and nicky and gs know that of course) but literally everyone else including head of the mafia (or yakuza?) think he is the most competent incredible and coolest person to ever exist like ajdjhdjsjjs

and omg neil <3 we love to see neil eating and being surrounded by the love and family he deserves <3 and im really loving aaron in this fic like ik he was an asshole in the books but u can also sorta understand it and i love how ur portraying him just like idk how to explain it but yas <3 i feel like hes always so overlooked and forgotten so im really glad that he has his moments here (esp love it when hes bickering w the other monsters so it feels so real i luv it)

grandma smith is a gem as always and i find her and kevins relationship so hilarious and cute

the mix of povs was so cool i loved it, the way it flowed & the suspense!!!! so good omg. esp when it finally jumped to ff at the end LMAO GETTING THE REAL INFO!!!!!!!! damn smithy did so well especially him thinking he was talking to the police!!!! like sm could have gone wrong & his thoughts at the end PLS SO FUNNY!! no smithy ur not racist <3 but omg pls hes so cute i love him so so much

i cant wait for the next chapter thank u so much for writing this ahsjdjsjja

Real tears at this comment! This was such a nice thing to wake up to!!!!!!

I keep thinking that when I get around to properly writing this in not draft form (looking at you earlier chapters) I'm going to write some scenes from other character's POV (Grandma's whole 48 hours with the monsters from her POV and FF's POV as he talks to the nice FBI agent Iruma Matsumoto). Writing from Neil's POV inbetween helped me a lot in keeping this chapter from being too heavy. (Also snuck in a bit of the Neil & FF friendship)

Ichirou's POV and like turning the shit that FF WOULD SAY into stuff that Ichirou could misinterpret took me sooo long it's why the chapter came out so much later than I wanted it to (that and I spent most of my weekend building that link tree for the AUs)

Lol I just said this in a conversation I was having on here but YOU READ THAT ONE POST ABOUT NEIL'S GLOW-UP FROM THE BEGINNING OF HIS FRESHMAN YEAR AND YOU NEVER RECOVER. He's still too skinny!

Aaron is one of my favorite characters who does not get used enough IMO. Like he's fucking funny! Yeah he's kind of an asshole Neil's freshman year but like he's a STUDENT ATHLETE in PRE-MED dealing with THE MAFIA. Also I really love writing the Monsters as just like...normal guys. Like it's not all overwrought conversations sometimes it's "No Kevin, putting vanilla protein powder in chicken stock is not 'Like Chicken and Waffles' it's a CRIME."

I do feel bad about how GS is just constantly like dogging him but in a voice that makes him preen but like to be fair.... vanilla protein powder into her sweet grandson's soup.

FF is always worried about the most important things when faced with a situation. Like 'At least it's a beautiful day I can cloud watch as Captain Neil and Andrew murder me.' , 'I hope there's a bathroom in this torture chamber' , 'Oh gross he didn't wash his hands before he left the bathroom to go murder Captain Neil', and 'Oh no I WAS racist and RUDE. Why the fuck didn't I ask for his name BEFORE I had that conversation. GS raised you better!'

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Trigger warning: Discussions of rape

Smiffina Episodes - Episodes 260

After telling Smithy about Kerry's rape at the hands of Gabriel, Andrea is forced to work with Gabriel on an incident of road rage. The van involved belongs to Jimmy Cross, a major Sun Hill villain.

Smithy has the wobbles a little about what to believe, after all, all they know for certain is that Gabriel made Kerry pregnant as proven by a DNA test. Andrea admits that it could have been a one night stand - which sounds weird considering she was so adamant that it was rape right before it. Smithy takes the chance to follow up on Jimmy Cross with Gabriel to do some research of his own.

At the warehouse where they suspect some - at least dodgy if not stolen - vodka is being stored, Smithy stops Gabriel from breaking open the door and instead insists that they're patient and wait for the brother/owner to appear as - now they've visited Jimmy - it won't take long for them to arrive to move the vodka. Smithy takes the chance to speak to Gabriel as though he believes the story, sympathising that the sitting around will probably be the last thing he needs as it's keeping busy that keeps his mind off what has happened. Smithy tells him that Kerry's dad is in the station that day to collect her belongings. Gabriel says he probably should have done it for him, after all, "Kerry was always saying I should pop round for a cup of tea with him... it's one of those things you always put off, isn't it." He tells Smithy that he will speak to him soon about a memorial for Kerry, saying she deserves better than a bog standard plaque. "I'll never forget her, I don't think anyone else should too." "And you think that's likely do you?" Smithy starts - however Jimmy arrives before he can continue. Gabriel tastes the vodka once they're inside and says it tastes nothing like the expensive brand it's supposed to be. Smithy suspects he's been knocking out rip off vodka as the real thing and is getting 'complaints' - like being run off the road that morning. They can't prove - there and then at least - that he bought it illegally or is doing anything dodgy... but they'll be keeping an eye. As will Customs.

Gina checks in with Smithy when the two return to the station, letting him know that Kerry's dad is waiting in the front office to have a word with him. As Smithy gets there, he finds Gabriel already inside talking to him. Mr Young is clearly confused as Gabriel leaves, telling Smithy that Kerry had never mentioned him. Smithy on the other hand, from what Kerry had told her dad, he thought they were close to going out and very good friends. Kerry had told her dad lots about Smithy and that she had a lot of time and respect for him and that he was her knight in shinninga armour. All the time this is being said, Gabriel is waiting just outside the door listening in. As they leave again, Gabriel claims he was going to propose to Kerry, not wanting their child to grow up out of wedlock. And, he claims, Smithy would have been the best man. He continues going on about how Kerry and he would have been perfect together and, unable to hear anymore - Smithy gets in the car. Gabriel smirks over the top of it now he can't be seen - revelling in rubbing his nose in it.

At the station it appears that there's a link to the Radford Family via the late Wayne Radford as Jimmy had been mouthing off about having one over on him - David wouldn't let that go unpunished... is it enough to go after the Radford's? Especially after everything else lately? Smithy goes to 'have a word' and is very polite language wise. Face, tone and intimidating stare? Not so much.

Gina tells him to write it up and to hand it to CID and not to work with Gabriel again. Smithy tries to protest but she fears that it could turn into a Radford Vs Cross family turfwar and does not want Smithy involved. She also does not want him near Gabriel at the moment because he gets too much under his skin.

In the canteen, Gabriel is repeating what Kerry's father said - only not the things he said to him , but what he said to Smithy - making out as though it's about him. On the other side of the pillar, Smithy can hear every word....

Smithy storms out, just in time to meet Andrea. He tells her that - for a moment - he almost had him going that he didn't know Kerry as well as he thought/that they were in love... but now he's either lying or "completely round the bend." - Smithy's heard enough. He believes what Andrea said to be true - Gabriel raped Kerry and he's going to make sure the allegation is made official.