#god that scene gave me brain worms

[grunckle]

Void Worms as the Demiurge and Iterator Inverses (And also clearing up some things about the Qualia post)

So, I'm going to be going a bit more in depth on the Yaldaboath-Void Worm comparison I brought up in my previous post. Here's the post for anyone who didn't see it already:

I also just wanted to expand upon some things and maybe clear up some confusing parts that I didn't cover in the original post.

But first I'll give a quick explanation on what Yaldaboath (who I'll just be calling the Demiurge from now on) is before drawing the comparisons. The Demiurge is a being in Gnostic belief that created the material world. He is often identified as the god of the Old Testament, and is malicious and inferior to the True God called the Monad, who is above all else.

Of course this is very simplified and I'm leaving a lot out, but what you should take out of this is that he created the material world.

So back to void worms, they heavily resemble the Demiurge in a few ways. Visually, they both share a long, serpent-like body, and glowing "halos".

But beyond that, they indirectly share a few celestial motifs. The Demiurge gave birth to Archons who ruled over different, "celestial spheres." Celestial spheres are a concept in Rain World cosmology, as it's mentioned in the Deep Pink pearl.

"On regards of the (by spiritual splendor eternally graced) people of the Congregation of Never Dwindling Righteousness, we Wish to congratulate (o so thankfully) this Facility on its Loyal and Relished services, and to Offer our Hopes and Aspirations that the Fruitful and Mutually Satisfactory Cooperation may continue, for as long as the Stars stay fixed on their Celestial Spheres and/or the Cooperation continues to be Fruitful and Mutually Satisfactory."

But, even beyond that, they straight up appear visually in the depths through Guardian Halos.

And then Gnostic celestial spheres for comparison.

Void Worms are also described as "stars" within ancient dreams and our own.

Now, this is only a tangential relation to the Guardians who also reside in the Depths, but there is one more thing that I believe cement the Void Worm Demiurge theory that is much, much bigger in the context of Rain Worlds narrative.

Void Worms have a lot of iterator parallels, which lead me and others to believe that they act as a direct inverse to Iterators. Iterators usher beings to ascend past their mortal confines, and Void Worms trap beings in the material world like the Demiurge.

The first of which are just some design similarities between the two. They both have round heads with bug-like eyes, and they both have halos.

Next, the scenes in which we see iterators and the void sea are very reminiscent of each other. There are thousands of iterators above, and thousands of void worms below.

Void worms have 8 arms/tentacles, iterators cans have 8 legs.

But probably the most striking piece of evidence for this parallel is the music that plays atop the Wall and in the Void Sea. They share the same musical motif.

And, as a quick fun side note:

It's pretty common knowledge at this point that Void Worm skin is corn, but whats less common knowledge is that it's also made of fractal patterns and neurons.

Basically I think all this points to Void Worms being iterator inverses and working like the Demiurge, manifesting the material world and trapping beings within it.

Now, just to clear up some things about my previous post. I don't think the rot itself is made from the ancients' mutated brain matter, but rather the method in which both cabinet beasts and the rot are made are similar. They're both made by taking neural matter, (Five Pebbles's brain in the case of the rot and the Ancients' in the case of cabinet beasts) and mutating it into something else. Its more just a conceptual comparison than evidence the two are related.

Second is more about personal interpretation, but I don't really think that each Void Worm we see is manifesting it's own world. All together they act as the concept of the Demiurge, manifesting one universe. Perhaps they're not even conscious about it, and experience a divine realm similar to us while they swim around aimlessly in the Void Sea.

And finally, adding onto my last point, that's why I don't think the parallels give a lot of insight into how the cycles work, other than that by entrapping creatures in the physical world those creatures are also subjected to the cycle. I have my own cycle theory that I believe works a bit better that I might post later. But yeah I just wanted to clear that stuff up.

[blitzxiiru]

U talked about people giving u scar ideas (in my case even more scar ideas).

P.S.: I LOVED the picture of Leo you drew with electricity scars! They looked very cool! I like how you did, at least with that picture, made them glow, just to make them stand out a bit more; looked awesome. Also, Leo looked hella feral in that picture, and I am ALWAYS here for feral Leo, lol.

And I just saw some clips and amvs (one of those clips being from TMNT clips tumblr) where Shredder almost crushed Leo to death and also threw him very far, hitting a car. I would link it, but tumblr hates me, and doesn't let me (at least currently) link stuff anymore in asks (maybe the Tumblr Gods will let me do so again someday...).

And then later on, in a different scene, he started trying to crush Leo's throat with his clawed hands (man, Shredder, haven't you already done enough damage to Leo's throat and/or windpipe, like sheesh, man!).

Also, since someone mentioned April (you drew her so pretty! And I liked the scars you gave her), Casey defin. would have SOME scars too. Like, for sure some head ones, pretty sure that dude got some and/or a lot of head injuries in that show and/or just scars from being such a brawler.

Also, Raph and Karai are brain worm/brain worms scars buddies! I say that, but that is sad as hell, poor Raph and Karai. I could see them bonding over it though. And Leo and Mikey just worrying about them when they talk about it (Donnie would too, but like, Leo is very much an overprotective sibling and would worry about and/or dote on his siblings/family/close friends, and Mikey worries about his big bros a lot, and knows when they are upset) sometimes.

we fr giving these boys more scars as if they don’t have enough of it already HHAHAHHAHA

thank you!!! i had a hell of a time time drawing that piece btw, it was super fun to draw feral leo. he really deserves to let off some steam.

i think i remember that scene, there was actually a recreation of it during that halloween episode in season 5 if i recall correctly?? poor boy got his arms crushed twice, by the SAME damn person..

shdgsjbdjsbd thank you again <33 april and casey was great to draw too, dude you have no idea how much i needed to touch up on drawing actual people since being hooked on tmnt bc i went literal weeks drawing turtles instead of humans LMAO thank god for muscle memory or else i would’ve forgotten completely. and, yes, absolutely! casey would def have some head injuries, and more centring around his arms and hands too. he’s buddies with mikey, since they both get head injuries so frequently.

karai and raph would tease each other about their brainworm scars lmao, they’d compare which one is nastier and neither would back down until the others have to mediate the two idiots into a draw. this happens everytime they meet btw

hope you enjoy my little doodles about these senarios :)

[intertexts]

OK HI. HELLO ROS <3 standing in ur doorway like this 🧍 listen i will read worm eventually i just have so much HAPPENING. ALL THE TIME RIGHT NOW. AND DONT HAVE THE TIME. and also jrwi has me in a chokehold u know how it b. ANYWAY. i need u 2 tell me as much about new haven wards as u can without like major insane spoilers for worm. little spoilers r ok. i watch/read everything with a few lil spoilers 2 look forward to anyway <3 i know nothing abt the universe of worm (<<has barely made a sizeable dent in it but god i will i prommy) but i wanna know what exactly nhw is about. how does the universe work. how do the powers work. what is the situation with the nhw how and why are they working together where did they all come from!! gimme the nhw lore!!! as much as u can!!!!! looking at u with the biggest saddest wettest eyes rn pls pls pls infodump abt nhw 2 me!!!!!!!! ros pls 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

HIII HI HI WHISKEY <333 UR INSANE FOR ASKING THIS. BTW. literally insane. grabbing u so hard by the shoulders there is a crazed look in my eye. anyway. FIRST i am tagging @stuck-in-the-ghost-zone here also!!!!!! bc it is his au as much as mine & i am NOT qualified 2 talk abt nhw mark n such. augh.

ok. ok. ok. new haven wards. putting the cut here.

so the basic movement of worm is that powers are from trauma. ridiculously simplified, but that's the base of it-- if you have superpowers, you have them because you went through traumatic events so severe to you specifically that it broke ur brain a little bit. the powers manifest in some way as a reaction to the traumatic scenario. (it is also more complicated than this. playing the spoiler card.) OR secret second option u put urself into indefinite debt to an extremely shadowy and ominous.... organization? person? shadow government branch? conspiracy? and get superpowers in a can, with like, a 10% chance they'll backfire and mutate u into some fucking terrible inhuman shit and then they'll completely memory wipe you and brand you and dump you off somewhere. not really relevant here. because the main way of getting superpowers is to be violently traumatized, cape society in worm tends to be grittier, more violent. there's more villains, the heroes are less shiny marvel or dc and more making whatever moral compromises they need to get the best outcome possible. at one point one of the main heroes in the city worm takes place in tells the sixteen-year-old protagonist "i don't care, there's a kill order out on them, just put a bullet in her brain if you see her, it's fine" and then a while later goes "yeah i'd vote for a kill order out on you guys too," directly to her face. worm is always going "hey, wouldn't it fucking suck if superheroes were real?". there are many horrifying and inhuman and violent threats. sexual and racial and physical violence aren't swept under the rug. these seventeen year olds are sent to crime scenes where flayed and gutted corpses are suspended from the ceilings because they're heroes! ^_^ but this aint about worm this is about the new haven wards!!!!! [wards are the child soldiers junior hero branch of the main syndicated/unionized hero organization, w/ placement in every major city alongside regional protectorate headquarters]

>key things for this au:

--william wisp changed his last name to bell when he moved to new haven (where his brother david lives :) and joined the wards, for another layer of anonymity ^_^ (he is. severely paranoid about his identity & privacy. <- also a Big and Heavy thing in worm/parahumans world. it's a Big Fucking Deal to unmask a cape regardless of their alignment)

-dakota never got the mechanical heart & biomedical augumentation so didn't meet mato cole at that time! he's still dakota damascus :]

-virion... idk why he's still virion & not vyncent actually. probably just because that was the name his parents gave him? we can't change it now though nhw virion & canon vyncent r two different guys to me...

-ashe is the unluckiest fucking guy in the world!!!

their powers are a little different from canon both bc of the ways powers work just being different frm how they do in pd & also because of the "they're always a reflection of the worst moment of ur life that you're just dragging around with you reminding you of it" thing. <333

wibby / whisperer is a breaker/shaker (<- power classifications meaning he has another form he shifts into, and also an area of effect] in his breaker form (crackling white-blue energy) he 1) can control how corporeal he is, or *how* corporeal he is, from "walks into the brick wall" to "doesnt notice there's a brick wall and goes straight through it", to "goes incorporeal to stick his hand in a guy's chest then resolidifies to instakill him" w/ some tradeoffs. & 2) shape/control energy manifestations in a fairly wide radius around him, where the power of the shaped energy is in proportion to the amount of recent death in the area-- if there's a ton of casualties in the area, he can do a lot more than he could in a peaceful small town in the middle of nowhere. the situation with his trigger event was him. growing up socially isolated and half convinced he was going crazy and everyone else Also thought he was fucking insane (deadwood is still haunted!! more haunted :]) for years & years + the loneliness + frustration + unsureness if he's actually the one just. losing it or if it's all really real + the constant feeling of being in danger, that the town is bad and malicious and out to Get you. anyway. he fell, take that as ambiguously as u do for that in canon, didn't die, but was severely injured & couldn't move. just laid there for maybe a day or so in the woods that wanted to kill him. anyway he triggered when he was found! the catalyst was not "the place that's been out to get me my entire life finally succeeded" but the helpless incandescent frustration of "actually nothing i ever do is going to make you understand. i've been trying for so fucking long to make you See It but you won't!!! you never will and you just think i'm crazy or stupid or making it up for attention even though it has such obvious fucking consequences and is manifestly Real!!" he was recruited to the wards by miss g herself, who was like hahahhahaa this kid could be a Really Fucking Big Problem if he doesn't have an eye on him!! ^_^ he never wanted to be a hero, and still doesn't, really, but he's terrified of accidentally hurting people & deadwood is like a weight around his neck and maybe things will be better if he just gets out of here. for a while they're not, of course. he just feels like. y'know. he's another sick thing that crawled out of deadwood, and his powers make that obvious. the way they interact with recently dead shit makes him sick!! living with david is awful-- a big, lovely, lonely high rise apartment, an older brother who barely bothers to speak to him, calls to their mom through the walls going "why is he here? why would you send him here? can he like, go anywhere else?"

virion sol / imprint is a trump (meaning his powers interact With other capes powers.) he can copy powers by touching other parahumans-- the copied power is just as strong as the original, whatever the original is, but he doesn't have an innate sense of how to use it; he can easily be overwhelmed or overstimulated by powers that involve a ton of sensory input, or accidentally loose cannon something he wasn't expecting and can't easily control. regardless, this is a fucking insane power to have. it's so cracked. like within the parahumans-- world, this is something so rare, especially being able to copy the full strength of the power. the very few examples in canon of something similar, the copied power is always inferior. his situation was similar to canon-- the greats were a team of independent heroes, & were like, extended family to virion. he grew up unpowered, but in the cape world-- so many aunts and uncles teaching him security, standard protocols, how to fight capes, how to run cape business and independent team business, how to handle guns and tasers and safely run background checks. y'know. a family's worth of professional knowledge. he never really wanted to be a cape, anyway, he was more than happy to do all the unpowered stuff at home that needed to be done. occasionally he came with them on patrol n stuff or snuck out to watch them. the greats' long term goal was prying out the lich, an extremely heavyweight warlord who had control over most of the city. virion's father struck a deal with the lich-- virion knows as little what the deal was For as he does in canon, but he double crossed the entire team. virion snuck along to the confrontation with the lich (setup) & watched his father turn & murder all of them. still not sure if he did it all himself or just watched as the lich's minions did it, but the way they knew all their weaknesses, how efficient and brutal and unexpected it was-- it was his dad feeding the information. virion stays frozen in shock and horror & hidden during all of this. can't do anything to help. is fucking useless, despite all he knows and has done. for the first time in his life, he wished he had powers, that ram and min and everyone could have taught him how to have and use their powers like they taught him everything else. he triggered watching it all happen. after this, he went on the run, terrified that someone would Know that he saw, that they'd be coming for the loose ends, that his dad would come back for him. all he has of his family is a couple piecemeal things he could grab before he ran-- ram's favorite revolvers, a holy medal of alphonz's, some of his mom's sturdy jewelry. anyway, he ran, moved to a different city, new haven. started figuring out his powers, started targeting specifically other capes who were up to bad shit-- minor to mid league villains, the occasional local hero who would Look squeaky clean, but after their sudden death dirty secrets would come out, etc. all very low-key, very subtle. none of the disappearances or deaths looked related. during this period he is SO fucked up. he is so fucked in the head. he's incredibly hypervigilant and paranoid and jumpy (good at looking unbothered and still clocking every single sound and movement and always facing doors and windows), mired in the grief and guilt and horror at. watching his entire family slaughtered and life shattered in a night. sleeps for no more than two hours or so at a time. even on top of the lich and his dad... what he's been doing puts an even bigger target on his back. doesn't have time or heart for anything but the dirty work. is dissociating through the periods of time where he's not actively hunting someone down or on the job. silhouette is the one who puts the pieces together-- of course he's on the protectorate (hero organization) radar. sure he's only been targeting bad guys, but how clean each one was? how well covered they all are? how whoever this is has allegedly killed at least almost two hands' worth of capes in cold blood by now? sets off alarms, if you're looking!!

anyway, silhouette tracks him down, says hey, i know who you are, i know what happened. you're just a kid. you join us, and you'll gain the resources and skill to be able to get revenge. aren't you tired of running? now... virion took to this fast and well when he did, but. before it all, he was just a teenager. despite the family business, he was just some guy! he helped his mom cook and got help with schoolwork at the kitchen table and his cool aunts took him out for lunch. he never wanted this or expected it. and of course he doesn't trust the heroes farther than he can spit, but... it's something. it's better than this. anything has to be better than the way he's driving himself into the ground. & also, of course. if silhouette can find him. anyone else who's looking for him can too. (i don't think he's even registered on the radar of anyone. his dad didn't actually survive the lich, obviously, & he was the only other one who really knew abt virion + nobody knew he triggered. he's just. so fucking paranoid.)

dakota damascus / failsafe is a thinker/mover. he 1) has a precognitive sense of any pain that anyone in a radius around him will feel in the next short amount of time. this is-- varyingly difficult to block. he can't just Choose not to feel it, although the intensity of the feeling, again, varies. mostly proportionally to how severe the pain actually is, or how many people are hurt, but, with time, he can dull or sharpen it + follow the threads of it to discern Who exactly is in pain, rather than just an ambient sensation. 2) is VERY fast & has matching enhanced cognitive speed. these two abilities work SO good together, both in combat situations & also just day to day patrolling. man. i love dakota. anyway, he triggered young-- he was out with his parents (maybe 7/8) and they got caught in an attack by siberian-- a genuinely indestructible, incredibly powerful villain who can just,,, run her hand through a concrete foundation like it's butter & collapse buildings, or scoop out peoples insides in a heartbeat. and also likes to eat people, like, raw and bloody after dismembering them. whatever level of ultraviolent shocking horror u are imagining. double it. anyway. they got caught in the scene of this attack, dakota got separated from his parents in the panic and stampede and rush to get out-- he's seven! it's terrifying levels of panic and claustrophobia and people shoving and trampling and he's not gonna leave without his parents!! of course not!! he triggers from the fear and the disorientation and the panic & he can't find them & he's trying to fight the crowd but he barely comes up past their knees & there's awful sounds of fighting & he's close enough to see her... things are doubly disorienting with the echo of the agony from everyone who gets Fucking Siberianed. he sees most of the fight. um. a while after she's driven away and it's finally finished he finds what's left of his parents. there's a beat in worm, during an encounter with siberian and the Big Heroes, the prime force equivalent, where they just.. give her a victim to chew on because it makes her happier and less of a nightmare to fight. which is something i think about frequently. anyway, after this things are kind of loose, similar to canon. he does the same shit. it's also quieter and you can feel less people hurting the higher up u are. yk? OH GOD. YEAH. at some point after this we still have not hammered it out. he confronts the slaughterhouse 9 (the supervillain group that attacked/siberian is part of) about it & gets his face slit open (half chelsea smile style) & makes a deal to either kill a guy in [n years] or that guy will kill him & several hundred other people!!!!!!!!!!!! dakota damascus killing a man baked into the bones of nhw!!!

anyway he & cat still fell. he underwent a second trigger event when this happened, actually-- the panic and desperation of that situation + the way it echoed his first trigger, etc. this is also super fucking rare, btw. there are very few second triggers & it is almost Never good. (u cannot trigger more than twice + a second trigger is always a refining or an improving of the intent of the original trigger) so that's where the speed etc. came from. tide found him, gave him. a better support system (low bar!!) + a real purpose in joining the wards. i have a lot of feelings abt this.

ashe / auxiliary / muse is also a shaker/breaker!!!!! his backstory i cannot talk too much about because it is Big Spoilers. but he is a fucking powerful telekinetic (around when he joins the wards, having not really used his power in years, he has an upper weight limit of a couple times his body weight & a fairly large radius of effect). he also has a breaker form that only triggers in certain situations & if he really really pushes himself to breaking w/ his powers-- when he enters it, he loses lucidity, for the most part, & starts warping and stretching and breaking space-time in strange, dreamlike ways-- the pavement melts, or everything gets bouncy, or cars and concrete chunks and things with no business moving float slowly around like balloons, or he pulls and crumples reality to move without really moving.... it gets Real fucking bad, real fast. ANYWAY. he eventually sneaks out one night, walks to a gas station to get. snacks. it-- okay, i'm fucking linking mac's post, i CANNOT summarize all of this concisely. go read that. so. that's ashe's deal!!!!!!!!!

THERE'S ALSO. MARK. ASK MAC ABOUT MARK i have typed this entire thing out on myfucking phone keyboard i literally Cannot keep going. help. and also their mark stuff is so fucking good its so. auuuhhgh. AND ALSO DAVID BELL. WHO WORKS FOR THE ORGANIZATION THAT SELLS U SUPERPOWERS IN A CAN W A CHANCE OF GETTING TURNED INTO AN UNRECOGNIZABLE MONSTER AND DOES HUMAN ABDUCTION AND EXPERIMENTATION. AND JADE AND X AND ALLEN ARE THE FREEDOM CITY WARDS AND GRAYSCALE SHAKES OUT EVEN FUCKING WORSE THAN IT DID IN CANON. YEAH.

SO. YEAHG. THATS. THATS THE MOST OF IT. um. yeah. theyre a dreadful little polycule they are. So fucking clingy they r traumabonded. like little trembling chihuahua puppies. separation anxiety and all. virion and dakota share a comfy old victorian house in a suburban neighborhood maybe a fifteen minute walk from the protectorate hq. wibby starts out living w/ david and eventually just... all his stuff moves over to their place. their clothes r all mixed up they know each others blood types they're all sleeping together on the couch. eventually their house gets blown up. they all get various flavors of nightmare & are 1 million shades of debilitatingly mentally ill but like-- it works. they r good for each other. theyre good together. do not separate them. etc. i'm not even gonna fucking START talking abt their dynamics other than that but like. i mean. if you want a repeat of THIS u can always ask!!!!!!!

[smallpeniscollective]

In the Woods

(Eddie Munson x Reader) (18+)

Summary: this was supposed to be from a longer fic that’s been brewing in the pot for a long while, but I got that worm in my brain that doesn’t let me finish things, and I haven’t posted in forever so you guys can have the porn scenes. if I ever finish it u can have the full fic as a treat <3

Word Count: 3.4k

Content: swearing, sexual content, protected sex, p in v sex, outdoors sex, slight edging

A/N: (this takes place at skull rock, also there are some things that reference the plot of the fic or moments within the full fic, ignore those <3)

Minors DNI please !!!

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“So, did you do anything with your art, back in the city?” he asked, pondering if she was planning to be some snooty big-shot in an art gallery, or if she was aiming to be the next Van Gogh or Monet. He couldn’t help but picture the scene of her, scantily clad in nothing but an oversized button-up shirt, paint all over her but so focused on her work that she didn’t even care, the sun beaming through her studio space. God, she was so hot.

“Yeah, actually, I was training as a tattoo apprentice after school back in the city before I needed my, uh... little break,” she answered, flipping open her sketchbook to the first empty page she could find. She grabbed one of her sharpened number two pencils and placed the tip of it to the paper, beginning a doodle unrelated to their plans of DnD-related art.

“A tattoo artist, huh? I’ve actually got some tatties of my own,” he said, hoping that she’d ask to see them.

She waited a moment, the silence stilling the air between them. After a pause so long that he feared he had dismantled their conversational flow, she finally looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. “Well, are you gonna show me them?”

“Oh, r-right,” he stammered, immediately pulling himself from his spot against the boulder and shedding his layers of his denim vest and leather jacket, revealing tatted forearms. He stepped away from the boulder, closer to her, and held his arms out for her to see his sweet ol’ tatties.

She took one of his forearms in her hands, one hand holding his wrist and one hand propping his arm underneath, and he hoped that she didn’t notice the immediate goosebumps that raised on his skin. She did notice, but chose to say nothing, basking in the idea that she could set off his nerves like that. She slowly rotated his arm, studying the bats decorating his pale skin. “That’s so sick,” she said, looking all the way up at him from the forest floor.

In this moment, he realized she was face-level to his crotch, and sitting in front of it too. He tried not to picture her with her mouth on him, so that he wouldn’t pop a boner right in front of her face. Flustered and breathless, he airily chuckled, stepping back and saying, “Y-yeah, I really like that one.”

She gave him a look that asked, You okay? before asking aloud, “You got any others that you’re hiding from me?”

Remembering the one on his chest, he pulled down the collar of his shirt, revealing a hint of the one that rested below the right side of his collarbone. “This one, too.”

“I can’t see it from over there, dummy,” she giggled, climbing to her feet with a small grunt.

She approached him, eyes fixated on the hint of a tattoo. Taking the reins, she pulled his collar down further, brushing her fingers against his. His breath hitched as he felt her fingers against his hot skin, feeling like his heart was audibly pounding out of his chest. She seemed so calm and collected, using her other finger to softly trace over the inked skin on his chest, the contact making him suck in a breath through his teeth.

The tension in the air was thick like a fog, and she felt like every cell in her body was being drawn to him in a magnetic pull. She felt her own breathing speed up in their proximity, and she looked away from his chest tattoo and into his eyes to find he had been staring hard at her with blown pupils and flushed cheeks. She released the collar of his shirt, not moving her hand from its spot on his chest, not saying a word or breaking eye contact. The air around them felt electric, like lightning was about to strike them both down right here, right now.

She parted her lips to say something, anything, but no words came to mind. All she could focus on was the buzzing in her core and the heat in her face. He glanced down at her parted lips, letting his imagination roam wildly with fantasies of those lips on his, those lips all over him, and his lips all over her. She noticed this, subtly gripping his shirt in her hand. Deciding that she couldn’t take any more of this tension that choked her like a warm hand wrapped around her throat, she yanked, aggressively pulling him into her and smashed her mouth against his.

His hands flew to her face instantly, cupping her cheeks strongly as she sucked on his bottom lip, running her tongue across it gently as an inquiry. He invited her in, and they did the dance of sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. She reveled in his taste and smell, the cigarettes and the hint of weed from a while ago, and the sound of his labored breathing from his nose against her face. She even liked the way his large nose pushed into her cheek, and she let her arms wrap around his neck in a tight embrace.

He stroked her cheek with his thumb before dropping his hands to her waist, pushing softly and leading her backwards until she felt herself bump up against a large surface, making her gasp against his lips. She let him pin her to the boulder, pulling him in closer and pressing her chest into his. When his abdomen pressed into hers, she could feel him already hard, making her whimper softly into his mouth. He took it as an opportunity to go farther, nestling his thigh in between her legs and resting his knee against the boulder, feeling the absolute heat radiating from her.

Her fingers dug into his hair, accidentally scratching at his scalp and eliciting a groan from him, which ignited her core like a fire. Without realizing it, she had let herself drop onto his thigh, pressing the seam of her jeans up against her clothed heat and rubbing against her covered clit. He felt her slight grind against his leg, letting himself grind his own arousal against her. He lowered one of his hands from her waist to her inner thigh, stroking it with his thumb and eliciting a full-on moan out of her with how close he was to touching her where she needed him most.

Upon hearing herself moan like that, she pulled back, panting. “Wait,” she breathed out, “we’re just friends… we shouldn’t—”

“This is what friends do, right? They help each other out?” he asked lowly, dipping his head to skim his lips against her neck in a ghost of a kiss in an attempt to tease her into wanting more. And, boy, did it work. He could see the goosebumps appearing all over her body.

She shivered before she responded with a meek, “Y-yeah, friends can do this...” He noticed the way her thighs clenched together against his thigh, and stroked her thigh again, even closer to her core that was now damp and getting damper by the second, making her suck in a quick breath through her teeth.

“Just friends,” he agreed, finally placing his lips against her skin and nipping at her neck. She was like putty in his big, warm hands, leaning into his touch and digging her fingers further into his hair, which made him smile against her skin. She could feel the outline of his lips moving against the warmth of her neck as he murmured, “Ugh, I’ve been wanting to touch you like this so bad, ever since I fucking laid eyes on you in the school parking lot.”

“M-me too,” she stammered, pulling him impossibly closer to where he just had to nestle entirely between her thighs. His hands climbed further down, sweeping underneath the curve of her ass to lift her, and she willingly obliged, letting herself be lifted and pressed against the boulder with her legs wrapped around his waist tightly. “I even asked Dustin who the hottie in the jacket was,” she whispered in admittance, and he bit down hard on her neck, eliciting a shocked whimper out of her.

“God, you’re so fucking cute,” he groaned before deftly licking the purple skin where he had bit down on, making her release short, panting breaths and grip his hair harder. “And so fucking pretty.”

He pressed his hard, denim-clad crotch into her, the pressure against her driving her insane. He gently ground into her, one hand holding her up by the ass and the other hand dipping underneath her shirt to feel her hot skin. She mewled like a kitten, needing more friction, not even caring about the rough surface against her back. He broke from the kiss to look at her in her desperate state, seeing her pleading eyes and tousled hair. He smirked, leaning down, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he whispered, “You want it, baby?”

“Please,” she whimpered, and he chuckled darkly.

“Already begging for it? Aw, how could I deny such a pretty girl what she wants,” he teased, pulling back and letting her down. She wobbled on weak legs, and he softly pushed her back to lean against the boulder so that he could undo her pants, kneeling down to slip off her shoes and slide her pants off, revealing her legs to the chilly open air, already acquiring goosebumps. Her breath hitched at his own desperation, although a more dominant and demanding desperation.

He gazed down at her underwear with absolute adoration in his eyes. “Jesus, even your panties are so fuckin’ pretty,” he whispered to himself, still kneeling before her. She couldn’t deny the wetness that had pooled in her underwear, feeling her excited walls clench around nothing. This was really happening.

He placed his large, hot hands on her upper thighs, his cool rings contrasting the heat of his hands. He gently spread her thighs, sweeping a hand underneath one to lift it over his shoulder, his eyes locked on the sopping wet patch in the crotch of her panties.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” was all he could say, swiping over he drenched, clothed slit with his thumb to gently rub her sensitive nub over the fabric. Her breathing quickened, and she almost dropped her body weight on him, making him tense up his strong arms to stay put in their position. He looked up at her, her pupils blown and her face red, before asking quietly, “May I?”

“Y-yes,” she breathed out, and that was all it took for him to pull the crotch of her panties to the side and slide two thick fingers through her slick folds.

“Jesus, you’re so wet,” he whispered, pulling his hand back to watch in awe as the slick covering his fingers stringed as he separated his fingers. She whined pitifully, hoping it would bring his touch back to her.

Instead, he stood up, leaving her legs trembling and her half-exposed heat dripping down her thigh. When she saw him begin to undo his own jeans, her eyes were glued to his bulge, the zipper coming down to reveal a large tent in his plaid boxers. Before she let herself get carried away, she pulled herself back to reality for long enough to ask, “You got a rubber?”

“Oh! Yes, I do,” he chirped, leaving his clothed erection hanging out of his black jeans while he reached in his back pocket to pull out his wallet, an old leathery thing, and pulled out a silver packet. “Bingo,” he said, holding it up.

“Did you plan this?” she asked, wondering why he had brought along a condom in the first place.

“Not this specifically,” he admitted with a smirk, “but I did put this in my wallet right after we met.”

“You cheeseball,” she teased, taking the condom wrapper out of his hands. “Can I put it on you?” she asked, gazing into his eyes to find a glimmer of adoration in his.

“Y-yeah,” he breathed, looking down and pulling himself out of his boxers.

She couldn’t help but ogle at it; it was long but also quite girthy. She would have called it impressive if she didn’t want to give him any more of an ego that he already had. She settled for mouthing the word, Wow.

Not wanting to waste anymore time, she ripped the edge of the wrapper off with her teeth, ignoring the smidge of package lubricant that touched her tongue. He stepped up close to her again, his length brushing against the belly of her shirt. Taking the rolled up rubber, she touched it to his tip, that already had a small bead of pre-cum leaking. He hissed at the contact as she rolled the condom down his length, gripping it and shimmying the latex down as far as it would go, her band brushing against the mound of dark brown hair at his base, which tickled her hand.

He watched her do this, his stare morphing from awestruck to almost predatory as he thought about all of the things he could do to her, anything to get her to make those beautiful noises for him again. As soon as the condom was on, he swooped her up once more, lifting her to pin her between the boulder and himself with the only barrier between them being the thin, soaked fabric of her underwear.

She wanted to kiss him again so bad, but she just couldn’t look away from his intense eye contact. She wrapped her arms lazily around his shoulders, fingers playing with the hair strands at the nape of his neck. His eyes bored into her soul as he reached down in between them, pulling her underwear to the side, and sliding himself up and down her wet slit, gathering her slick and bumping the sensitive nub that made her gasp and wrap her legs around him tighter. She tried to look down in between them, so that she could watch him, but his other hand grabbed her jaw, holding her face so that she had no choice to but to hold his stare.

His member prodded her dripping hole, and he leaned in to finally kiss her again, pressing into her and pushing himself in at the same time. The sensation of him ever so slowly stretching her out made her moan into his mouth, and she pulled him harder into the kiss, her hands buried at their rightful place in his hair.

Once he was buried to the hilt, she adjusted to his size, feeling herself relax around his member, and she broke their kiss to bury her face in his neck, his hair sticking to her face. She felt her walls clench down on him from his lack of movement and her need for just that. He leaned his head against hers, nuzzling her for a moment before whispering in her ear, “You want me to fuck you, sweetheart?”

“Y-yes,” she stammered out, feeling her own hips stutter against his body at the thought of him pounding into her.

“Yes, what, baby?” Chills ran down her spine. She never pictured herself enjoying being dominated, but with Eddie, she wanted nothing more for him to do whatever he wanted with her.

“Please!” she squeaked out, whimpering against his neck.

And that was all it took for him to give her exactly what she wanted, what she craved so desperately. He thrusted into her, against the huge rock, at a leisurely pace, and the drag of his thick length continuously stretching her from the inside had her already quaking. She was a mess, whimpering and whining into the crook of his neck, feeling the pleasurable burn of her tightness being filled out so completely. “Eddie, that feels so good,” she whined.

When he began to pound harder, he pulled her head away from his neck and cradled the back of her head to keep it from banging against the solid rock behind her. He wanted to watch the pleasure in her face. He listened to her whines turn into moans, he watched her jaw go lax and her brows knit together.

“Fuck, baby, you look so fuckin’ pretty like this,” he groaned in between his own grunts, one hand behind her head and one digging into the side of her hip so hard that he was almost worried he’d leave a bruise.

He slid his hand down from her hip, down in between their bodies, down past her pretty panties, and landed on her sweet, throbbing cunt that was taking him in so well. She whined at the contact, thrusting her hips out for him, and he absolutely ate it up, using two fingers to rub soft, slow circles around her aching clit.

At this, her legs were tensing up, squeezing around his waist hard. To him, she sounded like an angel, moaning and whimpering so beautifully just for him. He let himself speed up his pace, slamming into her ferociously while keeping his fingers slow and steady.

Her whole body was shaking as she felt that string inside of her wind tightly, begging to snap, and Eddie knew. He could feel her tightening up around his cock, and he wanted to give her something she’d never forget.

He slowed down his thrusts into an agonizing pace, slowly sliding in and out with ease, his fingers taking their time on her overstimulated bundle of nerves, prolonging the build-up to her orgasm. She was downright trembling against him, and her eyes fluttered open to look at him, her eyes welling with hot tears of pleasure. She needed more, needed him faster and harder. All she could do was beg pitifully, whimpering strings of “please, please, please,” with her moans.

“Please?” he groaned, taking in the sight of her writhing before him. “Oh, baby… you don’t need to ask, you’re almost there,” he teased, adding his thumb to swipe up and down her drenched slit while he kept his fingers on her clit.

She let her hips chase the feeling, rutting up against him as the overstimulation from his the slow push and pull of his cock, the attention to her slit, and the touches around her clit gathered up inside of her, tightening up in her core until she felt like she was about to burst. She squeezed her eyes, her chin wobbling as she began to feel that white hot pleasure sear through her.

Just as she felt herself slowly begin to let go, he felt the first tight clench and smirked. He suddenly began pounding harder once more, feeling her walls flutter around him so tightly he thought it would project him out of her. Her moans were more like quick, high-pitched squeals as that string inside of her finally snapped and she came harder than she ever had in her life around Eddie’s cock.

He rode her through her orgasm, continuing her pleasure as he chased his own, listening to her incoherent babbling as she let her lips loose on his neck, mindlessly licking and sucking at it as she held him so tightly that her nails dug into the back of his neck. His grunts became his own soft moans as his hips stuttered into hers, and he came with a soft, “Oh, fuck, baby,” cooed in her ear, spilling himself into the condom but wishing he could just paint her insides with his seed. He dropped his head against hers and they stayed there like that for a good, long moment, basking in post-coital bliss.

Both panting and sweaty messes, he pulled back and she looked at him, a wide smile blossoming on her face. They both couldn’t help it, and they laughed hard at the irreversible choice they just made. She winced as he pulled out, and in consolation, he kissed her sweaty forehead.

He slid the condom off, tying the end of it into a knot like the world’s wimpiest water balloon, while she put her put her pants back on, swiping off the dirt it had gathered from sitting on the forest floor, and slipped her shoes back on.

She watched as he tucked himself back into his boxers and zipped up his jeans, filled condom still in hand. He took a second to look at it wonderingly, before suddenly turning to throw it as hard as he could up towards the huge boulder above them that was shaped like a skull. They both watched as it disappeared above the head of the boulder, not hearing it land on the other side, leaving them both to assume he had managed to throw it on top of the boulder, to sit there until somebody was bold enough to climb it and discover a nasty, used condom.

He released a content sigh, stretching his back backwards before joking, “So, ‘hottie with the jacket’, huh?”

“Shut up,” she retorted, slinking back down with shaky legs to sit on the ground. “So, you wanna talk art?”

[missveryvery]

Have you watched episode 1 of tgcf season two yet? 👀

Are you kidding. It's literally the only thing that's keeping me alive. Now my life is "hold out until Wednesday, buddy, we can do this."

I'm not sure but I think they fixed up the animation from the preview we got before (like a million years ago) of the scene where they're all assembling because I remember thinking "oh no they lost their budget" and now the scene looks like "here are a hundred gods we made look incredible just for the background"

(Still salty about Mu Qing's hair getting nerfed, make it bigger you cowards)

The part where Pei Ming is about to kick Pei Xiu came off as cartoony in the book but they made it really intense here! I guess because they're trying to hide his clown nose for as long as possible.

I feel very gratified that I was correct that the person we saw for a split second in the preview FROM BEHIND was in fact sqx and my brain worms have again served me well.

I think if I was watching this and had no idea what the story was, I'd think sqx was another love interest because holy shit. The way they shot Shi Qingxuan after transformation where her hair falls and her eyes are locked on him is from Xie Lian's POV, right? Three people have "hair that falls prettily" scenes in this and it's Hua Cheng, Xie Lian, and Shi Qingxuan.

Gif set by @murcielaguitos

They're really going "she's BEAUTIFUL" and you can get the impression that even Xie Lian thinks so. I love the way Shi Qingxuan is looking at him here and her cute smile ; ; like "see? :)"

This is the first time I realized how massive her boobs are. They're INSANE. I really like how Shi Qingxuan's other form is so different! I like to think the trans color scheme is on purpose but idk if they care about flag stuff in China? I don't want to like, push that on them.

In the book, there are a couple people Xie Lian remarks as being attractive, I think Shi Qingxuan is the only lady?

Also the shot earlier of Shi Qingxuan glancing at Xie Lian's chest like ":) I could put some ginormous bazoons there for you, friend"

(Lmao, He Xuan is so fucking stupid 😭 what kind of idiot...?!?? This could have been yours, you absolute clown.)

I was surprised they kept Lan Chang!!! Like wow you're gonna do that part, huh?!

The presentation of the mission's circumstanses also gave me a theory about why Shi Qingxuan was sent with Xie Lian on this specific mission...!

I saw someone talking about how lonely the opening of Xie Lian waking up seemed. But then he gets such a cute friend...! That's so similar to him! It's so nice to see him happy. I like to think that if Hua Cheng didn't exist and all that other background shit wasn't happening, Xie Lian's third go around might have been nice, Shi Qingxuan could have gotten him settled in, reconciled with the clown boys, etc.

The way he looks at Lang Qianqiu ;0;!! he's like "My baby ;0;"

Also losing my mind over this rando. I need to see what the uniforms for each god looks like or I'll die. Why was this dude so well designed and animated ;0;! I love him?!? So exasperated with his dumbass god ;0;

[heazueken]

Partake

*ೃ༄ summary: Hibiki, wounded and exhausted from the fight previous confides in Vampire!Suguru for some comfort in front of the fire. Oh and Satoru just so happens to be sleeping not too far away from them...

warning(s): MDNI, explicit sexual content, blood drinking, biting, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering and some slight voyeurism?

pairing(s): Kubo Hibiki(oc)/Geto Suguru

w/c; 8.6k

a/n: Thank you so much @stsgooo for letting me adopt your JJK oc Hibiki for this! We've been conversing about a vampire au for a bit now and i could not get rid of the brain worms. This is self indulgent but does play into the plot we created and just a little backstory - Satoru and Suguru work for Hibiki to eradicate pure blood vampires in exchange for Hibiki's life (she she doesnt know that..) this is just a small scene that takes place after a rather nasty fight :) hope you enjoy!

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    Satoru had fallen asleep on the chaise lounge tucked in the corner of the room by the time Suguru had finished wiping Hibiki’s wounds clean. He laid her on the carpet in front of the fire place that was lit ablaze, illuminating only a portion of the large living area. The light flickered over her face, her eyes barely opening as she watched Suguru dress her cuts and bruises.

    “You really don’t need to be doing this.” Her voice is quiet so as to not wake Satoru up. The fire licks over Suguru’s eyes when his eyes flutter up to look into hers, his eyes a hint of red in the warm flame. There’s a determination in the way he looks at her and his hand tightens its grip around her wrist, pushing more blood out in an attempt to stop the bleeding. 

    He knows why she’s saying this. He can feel it, the ball forming in his throat. The gurgling in his stomach, his fangs growing prominent inside his mouth. He was an animal, he knew this, it was natural for his body to react this way. Drool had dripped from out of his mouth when he had to carry her back to the estate, a bloody mess (himself too.) The wafting of iron and this sweetness of her blood had overcome his senses, he had to fight back the urge to pounce and drink her up then and there. Thank god Satoru had been there to help him keep a level head. 

    Not yet. We gain her trust, then we feast and get the fuck out of here. He had said with his stare when they supported her by the waist to make quick work back to the house.

    Suguru felt something strange though when he held the cloth to Hibiki’s wrist and pressed hard, watching the blood soak into the material. Sure, his body was kicking into its natural instinct, but as far as what he felt in his heart and mind; He didn’t want to feast on Hibiki, no matter how hungry he was. 

    He had used up a lot of energy, his own wounds finally healed over and they had cut deep. It takes a good while for a slash like the one he got to fade away and he had used up the rest of his energy to heal it in under ten minutes so he could prioritize Hibiki’s safety. He had to be strong for her. But why? When had he begun to feel for her this way? Was it when she had let them free and made a deal with them? Or maybe it was the fact that she gave them new clothes and fresh food that would at least suppress their temptation (she took to giving them a dose of pig's blood to help satisfy them. It would never compare to the taste of human blood but it was close enough for their desperation at the time). Or maybe it was her kindness. Despite this human being a hunter for his people, she had confessed to him that she wanted to help the ones who were turned by pure blood vampires - like Suguru and Satoru. She had shown him her lab, shown the collection of blood, teeth, and her books with her own research. Hibiki never looked at him like he was a monster, it was more like she looked at him like he was still an ordinary human. Suguru hadn’t been looked at like that in a long time, and that’s what made his heart crack and open to let a piece of her crawl in and find its home within him.

    He couldn’t tell Satoru. Never. He had to keep this a secret.

    “You’re bleeding a lot and you don’t have the strength right now to be doing this for yourself.” He says it like it doesn’t bother him, like his teeth aren’t poking out of his mouth and he keeps swallowing because his mouth is watering.

    “I know this is torture for you, Suguru. You’re exhausted.” She reaches her free hand over to place her hand over the large one holding the fabric to her open wound. Her fingers are cold and when Suguru looks at her, she’s pale. Dried blood begins to crack on her forehead and she gives him a weak smile. The flames behind her illuminate her hair when she groans and finds the strength to sit up. Suguru regards her for a bit before his attention is turned to where her hand is still over his. 

    “You need to feast before I can let you help me anymore. Please.” She tries to pry his hand off, his fingers loosen and the rag is raised with his hand.

    The smell overtakes him, blood already beading past the broken skin and just the sight of it has him turning his head away and covering his mouth in an attempt to repress the instinct to lick and lap and suck. Hibiki watches this, her hair falling over her face and gauging her own safety through strands of hair. She had been afraid at first, of course. They could have very well been planning to feast on her from the start, she had been prepared for that moment and it didn’t go unnoticed - the way Satoru had looked at her at times had her thinking that maybe, just maybe, they whispered to each other about their schemes to bring a downfall upon her and leave her for dead and a husk of skin.

    But the way Suguru turned away, the way he almost seemed disgusted with himself when she had shown him her blood had her thinking that maybe something had changed between them. She could admit to her own feelings about Suguru, she was fond of him. Incredibly fond of him, he was tall, dark, handsome, he was kind and soft, gentle with her and regarded her with respect she had never seen from a vampire. She didn’t need to be reminded that before those marks on his neck, before his suffering at the fangs of some pure blood, he was just a boy. A human who didn’t have to live in fear, who didn’t have to kill to survive. She was very fond of Suguru, she was sure of that.

    Hibiki raises her arm towards him, her fist tapping his shoulder for his attention. He looks over to her, his eyes meeting hers first and she can see them bloodshot, slowly turning red even in the dim flame light. Then his eyes trail to her cut, already trickling down and a droplet falls onto the carpet beneath them. They widen, and he firmly holds his hand to his mouth. He looks at her again and Hibiki is telling him, showing him what he has to do.

    It’s unspoken, what she wants him to do, and he doesn’t need the words to know. He shakes his head, his voice muffled. 

    “I can’t, Hibiki…What if I lose control and then I-“

    “You won’t. I trust you.” There are no tricks, she has no weapons and he knows that because he helped her undress into just her undergarments, releasing the hidden away silver and knives stashed against her thighs, waist, and inside her boots. She sits before him with such trust, she might as well be a full course meal on a platter for him. That metallic smell found its way through his fingers and into his nose, the smell making his drool produce tenfold.

    “Suguru, please. Do this for me.” For her? For her? How could any of this be for her? Here Hibiki is, risking her life inside her own home by offering her wound to a man-eater, a monster of the night, a vampire. His mind began to feel fuzzy when he parts his lips and tastes the smell on the roof of his mouth, a shudder overcoming him. He finally turns to her, slowly lowering his hand with a struggle. His chin is wet, and he feels droplets of saliva drip onto his clothes when he leans closer. 

    He reaches over to where he had dropped her dagger in a haste to get it off of her and let it topple over to the floor. He forces the dagger into her hand, curling her fingers over the hilt of it.

    “You use that in case I go too far. Got it?”

    She nods and he senses no fear from her. Suguru’s eyes flicker back to her arm, he grabs the rag he had used and wraps it on her under arm, catching some of the dripping blood. The room feels like it’s closing in when he lifts her arm closer to his face, his mouth on its descent to bridge the gap between his fangs and her delicate skin. Hibiki watches with a curious look, like how you would watch an animal in the wild when it hunts for its prey, catches it and eats it. Her eyes widen with wonder and he looks beautiful like this. The way the flames lick across his skin, making his skin look warmer than it is, the way his eyelashes cast a shadow over his cheeks, his mouth opening and his tongue creeping its way out until it reaches her cut.

    The taste…the taste is better than he expected. Nothing could compare to the way Hibiki tasted, no finest red wine, no fancy meal, no delectable dessert could compare to the sweetness of her blood. It overwhelmed his taste buds with a sweet, warm, metallic taste. Maybe it was his feelings for her that elevated the taste and sent a shiver down his spine, or maybe it was just her and the fact that she was blessed with liquid gold for vampires. His lips took over and wrapped around the skin and his fangs pressed fully against the skin making it pliable and his saliva worked as a numbing agent to dull the pain when he had to use the sharp ends of his teeth to reach further in and gather more blood.

    Hibiki gasps, not because of the pain but because of the pleasure that washes over her. It had taken her aback, adrenaline suddenly coursing through her veins and a second wave of strength sprang forth and her limbs felt almost numb. Or perhaps it was Suguru’s saliva. She learned very quickly of vampires and the properties of their spit, using it to numb their victims, or - if skilled enough - it could work as a healing serum and completely close any wound. Although, the larger or deeper the wound, the more saliva it would take. 

    Suguru’s saliva worked to numb her body, feeling loose and good, working almost like a drug. Her eyelids feel heavy and she watches through a blurry gaze him suck more blood from her, his fingers grasping tightly and nails digging into her skin. He’s so beautiful like this.

    “Good…you taste so good, Hibiki,” he gasps when he breaks from her skin for a moment. Her eyes are able to widen when the cold air hits her cut and she can see the blood has almost completely stopped flowing. She gasps too when Suguru is lifting the rag off her arm and his tongue is making long stripes to clean where it has trickled around and down her arm. Warmth spreads across her body and Suguru’s eyes crack open to look at her. His stare is…dark but not in a vampiric way where there’s a murderous intent behind those eyes but more like…one that holds a hunger to be closer to her. To touch her. She watches the way his tongue laps at the dried blood, the way it trails back up to the source and gives her wound a long, firm lick. The wound closes behind the path of his tongue, leaving just a divot of skin that trails up to her wrist. 

    Color is restored back to Suguru’s face when he pulls away slowly, a bridge of spit breaking between them. He inspects the scar for a second, his other fingers trailing over it and swiping the healing property around it in hopes to make it go away further.

    “I think that’s all I can do with what you’ve given me,” he says quietly, there’s a bit of regret in his voice and Hibiki wonders if it’s because he had to feast on her or the fact that he had to stop. Whatever it was she knew she didn’t want him to stop there, she wanted to feel that shudder, that drive, that high again. She doesn’t say a thing when she’s raising to her knees, her hand finding purchase on his shoulder and she looks down on him. His eyes grow in size when he lifts his head, if his blood could circulate more properly he’d have flushed cheeks.

    Hibiki sets herself into Suguru’s lap, her thighs on either side of his waist, the position has him bracing his hand behind himself to hold himself up and Hibiki’s neck is right in front of his line of sight. There’s a large bandage that he applied to her right shoulder, where beneath it laid a large scratch and had been the one to bleed the most. 

    Suguru’s eyes flicker to it then to her face where she was looking at him, her pupils blown out, cheeks blushing red - the color traveling down her sternum and where her breasts began. He looks away quickly and is stuttering, shifting underneath her and feeling her groin meet his perfectly. He gasps, turning away again.

    “Wh-what are you-“ Habiki lowers her bra strap that rests just before where the bandage starts. Then she’s pulling away the tape Suguru had placed to keep it there, he glances to watch the bandage reveal the brown shade of older blood, the cut crusty and scabbing over and his breaths become shallow when she leans in close to him.

    “More. You need to have more.” She sounded seductive, her voice low and with a drunken drawl that almost had him giving in already. Lord, she made him so weak! How?! How could she have found her way into his life like this and improve it in such a way? He breaks out of his trance when her breasts press into his chest and she’s encouraging him to turn his attention to her shoulder. He looks up at her again before asking,

    “This isn’t a good thing to be doing, you know that right? It’s not smart.”

    Hibiki looks down at him, then her eyes glance back to where Satoru lay in the corner, his back turned to them. Then she looks back down at Suguru and gives an uneasy look.

    “It isn’t. But I trust you. I want to help you,” her hand cups over his cheek and they stare at each other for a moment. The sound of the fire crackling, the soft sound of their breaths mixing together, the smell of her enveloping him like a warm blanket. His eyes shut and he leans into her touch and he cups his hand over hers, cocking his head to plant a kiss inside her palm.

    “You tell me when to stop…and you keep that dagger on you.”

    “You’re repeating yourself, Suguru. I know that alrea- Ah-!” He bites into her wound to silence her, separating the skin and letting more blood flood into his mouth. Hibiki’s hand swoops to the back of his head to grip a fistful of his hair and her face ducks into the crown of his head, biting her bottom lip to fight back anymore moans. Suguru breaks from her, mouth bloody and fangs coated in red, gasps of breath releasing from him.

    “You need to be quiet. Satoru could wake up at any moment.” 

    She responds with a tug on his hair and a pout, “You didn’t warn me, asshole,” she whispers aggressively. He smirks against her skin and she lets herself smile a little bit, the excitement of their transgressions igniting an arousal between them. Suguru’s hands find comfort on her naked waist, cold hands against warm and malleable skin. His hands grip Hibiki with a strength that sets her skin ablaze and her hands gather more of his hair to ground herself and hold onto her sanity. She feels it slipping, the fuzziness returning when he suckles on her shoulder and lets his spit coat her skin - helping the wound close.

    Suguru could feel his own sanity slipping when she grabbed him, pulled at his hair, had her lips pressed into his temple and was whimpering as his tongue made long licks across her skin. The whole thing had been erotic from the beginning, it usually was meant to be. He had never had a victim that didn’t let him bite willingly, he was a natural seducer and would take anyone to bed and be able to make them turn into a moaning mess like this before sinking his teeth into their neck and draining them of their blood. The taste of Hibiki’s blood was now the only thing he would crave for the rest of his time on earth, and he didn’t plan on letting her go that easily. His arms wrapped around her as he finished lapping her up and healing her in the process. 

    He’s aroused. He can feel it when Hibiki scoots her hips in a certain way and he can feel her core graze over where he’s hard. He reaches to her shoulder to swipe her hair to the side, the skin practically glowing in the light, inviting him for another taste, another bite. He shouldn’t, he knows not to…but…she’s in his lap, letting him do this. She wanted this for him, surely she would know the consequences with trusting a blood-sucker! He reasons with himself in a drunken stupor of her smell and taste and finds himself opening his mouth and grazing his teeth over her soft skin. Hibiki lets out a sigh, her whole body shuddering under him and she presses her hips back down to grind herself over his hardened cock. There’s a choked sound that leaves his mouth and his eyes shoot open to stare at the opposite wall of him, staring into one of the many paintings Hibiki had hanging inside her estate. The depiction of a woman with a dagger, holding a man down and slicing his neck open, the man clearly in anguish during his last moments stares back at Suguru. Something clicks inside him and he’s quickly shutting his jaw tight and pulling away, resisting any urges to feast on her.

    I’m sorry, Satoru. I need to keep her. His brows furrow together at the thought of having to explain this to his white haired friend. He simply can’t, Satoru wouldn’t understand. He was stubborn and brash and self centered and held too tightly to his word. He could never see how precious and beautiful the woman who sat in his lap was, he could never understand Suguru’s feelings for her. Whatever relationship Hibiki and Satoru had before he had been turned into a monster crumbled to pieces and there was no way of fixing it, not after what they went through at the hands of Toji.

    Suguru wraps his arms fully around Hibiki and holds her close, that arousal grows inside him and he’s hiding his face into the crook of her neck to muffle a groan that leaves his mouth. 

    “Suguru,” Hibiki whispers, her fingers now sifting through his long hair. He hums an acknowledgment, What?

    “Will you…can we…” She pulls away slightly, enough to meet his eyes, his are back to normal now. He’s done drinking her up, but the gaze he held is still one of hunger. So is hers.

    Her hand swipes over his neck, then to his jaw where she let her fingertips draw a path to his parted lips. She places her index finger over his bottom lip and pulls it down slightly, her eyes half lidded.

    “Can you kiss me?” 

    Can he kiss her? Of course he can, why would she ask such a ridiculous thing? Suguru doesn’t say anything but supports the back of her head with his hand and strains his neck up to meet her lips in a firm kiss. Her lips part and his join as well when they swiftly take a breath and weave their lips together again. He’s cold and it sends a wave of goosebumps to travel down her arms, but she doesn’t stop, she can’t stop. He tastes metallic, that iron still faintly on his tongue when he swipes it against her mouth - asking for an invitation to connect his tongue with hers. Hibiki opens her mouth, letting him in with eagerness that has her back arching and feeling his hard-on poking her inner thigh, eliciting a moan into his needy mouth. He silences her whimpers with an intense kiss, their lips moving in unison, their breath mixing together and panting together. 

    He needs her, he needs to have her right here. It doesn’t matter that Satoru could wake up at any point, anymore. He needed to take her right here and there, and she was just as eager to get the same from him. The way she grabs at the collar of his shirt, pulling it thinking it could somehow make him closer than he already is (it couldn’t) has Suguru almost whining too. She kisses him feverishly like at any minute he’d pull away and leave her there, wet and begging. He leans forward, getting onto his knees, his hands supporting her back and lifting her. His strength is clearly back and he lays her flush against the carpet, not once breaking their kiss until she locks her ankles over his back and she’s letting her head rest on the floor.

    They stare at each other with their faces inches away as they catch their breath. That iron smell still tainting his breath and traveling into Hibiki’s nose. Her hands grip his shirt and tug him to be closer, their noses brush together and her lips ghost over Suguru’s when she whispers to him.

“Will you fuck me, Suguru?”

    His breath catches in his throat at the bluntness of the question, the language makes his face flush slightly and he’s ducking his head into her chest. His bangs fall against her skin and he’s screwing his eyes shut at just the idea of being connected to her in such a way. Him inside her, her sounds, the way she would cling to him, the way he’d cling to her. He’d whisper filthy things into her ear. He’d been thinking about this for so long, late into the night after Hibiki and Satoru fell fast asleep he’d dream about this very moment. Having it come to life like this had been much more nerve wracking than he thought it would be. 

    “We shouldn’t…I want to…I want you but,” He looks at her with concern. “Satoru…” He glances back over to him, still fast asleep. Hibiki bites her cheek in thought for a second, staring at their albino friend before she’s leaning up again and whispering to him.

    “I won’t tell him if you won’t.”

    It’s mischievous, it’s cruel, it’s betrayal on Suguru’s end. 

    “I don’t know…” He wants to give in, he wants to know what she feels like and he wants to feel her skin and body give in to his touches and presses and he wants to feel his cock slide into her. It would be so easy to just push her underwear to the side and fuck her sensless.

    Suddenly Hibiki is forcing his mouth open with her fingers, Suguru lets out a sound of surprise and he feels her thumb nick his sharp canine. He blurts her name, but then the taste of her blood coats his tongue once more and he’s immediately silenced when that warmth floods his body. His limbs go numb, weighing down on Hibiki’s body as he gives into the taste of her, letting it control him because oh does it taste so sweet. She could make him do anything if she offered her blood like this.

    She kisses him again on his bottom lip and keeps her thumb pressing on the softness of his tongue.

“Please…I want you to fuck me.”

    All reason and consequences are thrown out the window when she asks again because he wants her just as bad. His hands grip at her waist and he pushes himself up till he’s leaning far enough that he can freely touch her whenever he desires. His hands follow where his eyes go, first he starts at the base of her neck, her skin red with desire and she’s so warm. Her heart is beating so fast and hard when he presses his fingertips further down, teasing at the cup of her bra. Her chest rises and falls with anticipation, watching with a glossy look as his fingers pull away, releasing her breast free from its confines, her bra strap following suit.

    He breathes, taking in the sight of her half naked, the firelight flickering and illuminating her in such a way that it felt like time began to slow and everything began to disappear around them. Then it was just Suguru and Hibiki.

    He confesses, “I’ve thought about this for so long.” He feels a relief to finally be saying it. He’s not confessing his undying love, but here he is showing her a part of himself he had been so scared to. Afraid of her rejection, of her disgust with him. But he knows she would never react like that. He knows that now.

    “What,” Hibiki chuckles, a playful smirk, “You’ve been thinking about fucking me on a carpet in front of your best friend?”

    He chokes on his objections, making Hibiki giggle and lean up to give his cheek a chaste kiss. “I’m teasing.” Her hand cups his cheek and rubs her thumb over his lips. 

    “I’ve thought about this too…If I’m being honest. I’ve thought about it a lot.” There’s a new found confidence that awakens inside Suguru when the same confession stumbles out of her and he’s ducking his head, his chin pressing into the underside of her breast, his breath fanning over her nipple.

    “Really? What did you think about?” He dares, his mouth parting and morphing into an open smile, showing off his fangs to Hibiki. She shudders under him, biting her lip and meeting his stare with half the confidence of his. 

    “Well…I, uh-“

    “Lemme guess, you also thought about me fucking you right on this carpet in front of Satoru, too.” Hibiki’s eyes squint at him in a glare and she sticks her tongue out at him.

    “Oh, har har, Suguru.” He chuckles and kisses her breast, making her breath cut short before she’s continuing. “I was gonna say before you rudely interrupted - I’ve thought about the way you’d touch me.”

    The room grew warm. 

    “Oh yeah? How did you picture me touching you?” Their voices are so low, only able to hear between them. Suguru’s other hand grips the other cup to her bra and forces it down to match the other. His eyes don’t break from Hibiki’s even with her chest fully exposed to him now. Instead he stares her down, waiting for an answer. Her face is crimson, he can tell even in the low light and her lips part to stutter a little.

    “I pictured…your hands touching my chest…” Suguru’s hand cups over her breast, enveloping the whole thing with one hand, his thumb presses into her nipple. He can sense her heartbeat quicken when they’re so close like this, and he can see her throat bob as she swallows hard.

    “Yeah? What else?”

    She squirms. “You using your mouth…and biting into me…licking me.” It’s erotic and filthy and something he has thought of too. Biting into the soft fat of her breast and wrapping his mouth around her nipple, giving a good suck. His mouth inches closer, her nipple rising to its peak under his cold breath. 

    “You want me to bite you?” She only sighs in response, taking that as a yes. He can’t say he’ll be able to control himself after a fourth taste of her blood. Every drop seemed to fill him with such power, he was afraid he’d completely lose his head and drink her up until there was nothing left of her. So instead, he leans in close, opens his mouth and drags the tip of his tongue from the underside of her breast to her nipple. He wraps his lips around it and sucks, his tongue flicks against the bud and he finally hears the faintest moan come from Hibiki’s mouth. He sucks harder, knowing full well there would be a mark, his other hand gropes at the other breast, pinching her nipple between his index finger and thumb. He releases the hardened peak to take a breather but lets his tongue lap and flick on her skin. Hibiki shoots a hand over her mouth to conceal the onslaught of whimpering. Her knees drive together and dig into his rib cage as his mouth finds itself on her other breast - doing the same thing. 

    “I’ll admit,” Suguru begins, letting his thumb replace his mouth for a second, “I didn’t think you’d have to be so quiet…I always imagined letting you be as loud as you can.” He sounds almost disappointed, and she’d agree with him as well. Hibiki nods, breathing heavily through her nose when his mouth is on her again.

    “One day, aah, one day I’ll let you hear me proper.” She gasps out, arching her back off the carpet.

    “Promise?” Suguru sucks on her skin and leaves a dark mark in its wake.

    “I promise.” 

    Suguru’s hands travel down after she speaks, his mouth not leaving her as they go down, down and down until they’re back on her waist. His fingers grip and press into the skin, practically feeling the blood pump throughout her body. He can feel her heartbeat under his teeth and tongue, he can taste the salty sweat on her skin and it makes him crave more of her. He wants to sink his teeth deep and suck and he knows she wants the same thing. But he’s taken too much already. His hands find her hips, his fingers slender and long against the fabric of her underwear. He releases her nipple with a soft pop and smooths over her hickey with his wet tongue.

    “Any other fantasies you’d like to share with me?” He asks with a whisper. His mouth trails kisses down her breasts, following the natural path down her body. His lips press and leave wet marks, making a trail down to her navel where her stomach twitches under the sensation. Hibiki has to struggle not to release any of the sounds she wants to. She wants to beg for him, whimper his name and moan for him. She wants to hear him too, needs to memorize the way he would say her name when he’s fucking into her, memorize the way he’d grab her by her hips, lift her up and fuck her hard and fast like that. But with their circumstances at hand she was happy enough to whisper to one another and promise a next time.

    “I’ve thought about the way you’d touch me…” She confesses with a sigh of relief when his fingers hook around the hem of her underwear.

    Suguru cocks a brow and looks up at her then. “Now who’s repeating themselves, hm? And how did you picture me touching you?”

    “You know how, Suguru…c’mon…” She huffs.

    He releases a laugh from his nose and his lips plant more kisses around her belly button, her warmth increasing the lower he gets and it makes his cock twitch in his pants. He was having fun - teasing her like this, especially when his fingers lowered the thin piece of fabric to reveal the beginnings of coarse hair. Then he pulls the fabric taught and releases it with a hard snap! and Hibiki gasps. 

    “Tell me, Hibiki.” He demands and it makes her whole body shudder and she could feel herself getting wetter by the second.

    “Fuck- Your hands…I thought about your hands spreading me open…and your fingers…fucking into me…” She gasps through her fingers, covering her mouth in an attempt to lower her volume. She sees Satoru shift in the corner and groan in his sleep. Fucking shut up, Hibiki! She chastises herself. Suguru hums, his voice vibrating against her skin when he plants more kisses down her navel and to where her underwear begins.

    He lifts his head then, his fingers place themselves over her core and he feels just how hot and wet she’s gotten since this all began. Suguru watches as Hibiki’s face contorts, her mouth hangs open just slightly, her eyes glaze over with a need that’s apparent and her face flushes even more. She makes eye contact with him, a determination flashes across her gaze and she’s lifting her hips in an effort to create friction between her core and his fingers.

    “Suguru…please.” His fingers rub her achingly slow, up and down he goes, watching the way she twitches and tightens her knees around him in the process. He pulls away at the hem of her underwear to see her soaking wet, glistening under the light and making his mouth water at the sight. He dips a finger between her folds and with a curious touch, he swipes up to where her hood sits aching and enlarged. Suguru purposely avoids it and goes to rub around it, slicking her up and watching the way her hole clenches and unclenches around nothing, waiting for him to enter her. He can hear her whimper quietly, her hand reaching down to grab his wrist and guide him to where she needs him most.

    He grabs her back, forcing her wrist away and he hmphs in disappointment with her action.

    “Let me do it.”

    “You’re going too slow,” Hibiki practically cries. Suguru smiles at the triumph of finally having her like this, begging, wet, and weeping for him and only him.

    “You want me to finger you?” She nods in response. He lets go of her wrist and his index and middle finger stick between her folds, feeling the softness of her entrance.

    “You’re so wet, Hibiki.” His eyes flit up to hers.

    “You’ve fingered yourself thinking about me, haven’t you?”

    Hibiki nods again, her hair splaying out around her head and she draws her thighs together but only squeezes once more around Suguru’s body. His fingers dip further in, teasing her, before pulling back out.

     Suguru takes a deep breath in. 

    “Show me.” He demands.

    “Huh?” Hibiki leans her head up to look at him.

    “Show me how you fingered yourself when you thought about me.”

    Her eyes widen and her heart rises into her throat, heat spreading over her body and making her blush all over. She shakes her head, biting her lip to contain the embarrassment she suddenly feels.

    “You’re crazy…right here?” Suguru gives her a single nod. 

   Hibiki’s arousal increases when he’s holding her panties to the side and she slowly guides her hand to her inner thigh. Her chin trembles and she draws her fingers across herself, shocked at just how wet he made her. Even by herself she could never get herself this slick and hot. Her fingers spread apart to open herself up and show him just how much she was dripping, she dips a middle finger inside herself. Slick and warm, she sucks in the digit easily and she pumps it inside her a few times before including a second finger. She throws her head to the side, eyes naturally shutting to imagine it was his hand instead of hers. Soft huffs of breath escape from her as her fingers curl inside herself, the wet sound filling the room when she finds that spot inside herself and thrusts against it with the pads of her fingers. Hibiki chews on her lip to contain her moans, almost completely forgetting Suguru was there when she drew a leg up and her knee pressed into the side of his face. He grabs her ankle and forces her leg back down, a gasp escapes her and he’s pushing her leg open and holds her thigh down against the carpet.

    He wants to stop her and take over, he knows he can do a better job. He can reach further and find the perfect spot to make her whine his name and cry out for him. But still he watches and his eyes wander all over her as she squirms and starts feeling up her own breast in the heat of the moment. Suguru’s eyes widen when he hears the squelching and he looks down to see her fingers coming back out dripping clear and creamy and thrusting back in with a filthy sound that has him twitching in his pants.

    “Suguru,” Hibiki says softly, her voice quiet and small. Something she was the opposite of. She almost forgot he was still there until his thumb starts rubbing over her inner thigh in a comforting manner.

    He needs her now.

    Suguru stops her, pulls her hand away and Hibiki opens her eyes just in time to watch him raise her fingers to his mouth and lick them clean. His tongue laps up the saltiness and he breathes hot and heavy. Even this tastes amazing to him. He locks eyes with her when he sucks on her index finger and does the same to her middle one. He kisses the wet fingertips and then down the length of her finger to then kiss her palm.

    “I need you. I need to fuck you now.” She wouldn’t object to that.

    She’s leaning on her elbows when he makes quick work with his pants, the buckle wrapped around him clicking out of place and the soft sound of his zipper, lowering them just far enough to pull himself out of his undergarments. He’s hard, and bigger than she thought he’d be. His tip drips precum and he’s already giving himself a few tugs, groaning lowly and ducking his chin into his chest.

    “Fuck…” He sighs, his hair hanging over his face and toppling over his shoulders. Hibiki watches the way his arm seems to grow veins when his hand tightens around his cock and he pulls his foreskin over his tip and then back down, his movements are slow and controlled. She wonders how often he had done this and thought of her, she suddenly had the idea to turn the tables and demand he show her how he’d touch himself when he thought of her. She doesn’t need to ask because his mouth begins chanting her name, his brows pinch together and his chest heaves when his hips seem to gain a mind of their own and he thrusts into his hand.

    “You’re gonna get yourself off before you even fuck me, Suguru,” Hibiki says with a small voice. She reaches upwards to tug at the collar of his shirt. His attention is back to her, eyes shooting open and looking at her with a flushed face. His lips are still wet from their kisses and his attack on her breasts, his eyes seem bigger than before and he’s looking at her with a wonder. 

    “Sorry, I’m sorry. Here-“ He scoots closer between her legs, spreading her legs and bending them at the knee so they lay over her torso. Suguru places a hand on the underside of her thigh to hold her open, then he’s grabbing his hard-on and moving closer to press his thighs against the back of hers and his cock sits along the strip of her core. 

    There’s a pause between them. Hibiki’s holding her breath, waiting for Suguru to push himself past her threshold and fill her to the brim. Suguru lets silence fill the room before he’s swallowing the ball that’s formed in his throat and looks at Hibiki with a worried gaze.

    “You sure about this? You really want this.”

    Hibiki somehow spreads herself further apart, his cock now flush against her wetness. She shimmies her hips until his tip barely catches over her entrance and slips past and runs against her clit.

    “I’m sure…just fuck me, Suguru.”

    That’s all the permission he needs.

    He holds his dick in his hand, rubs the underside of his tip against her to lather himself up in her natural lubricant. He slaps it against her clit a few times, then thrusts up and down to completely coat himself with her. He braces himself, slips his hands beneath her waist and hoists Hibiki’s hips up. Having this angle is perfect, the head of his cock easily slips inside and she’s practically sucking him in, giving into his length and girth so easily. It was as if she had been made to fit him perfectly, her walls squishy and wet around him, pulling him in and holding tightly when his pelvis presses flush against her. They both release their breath, Hibiki’s letting her head drop back onto the carpet and she’s drawing her knees together and she squeezes harder around Suguru.

    “Fuck- Hibiki,” He pulls out just slightly to see the way her slick covered him. Her hole clenches around him so expertly that he has trouble pulling out completely. He grunts, pulling out just until he sees the ridge where his tip begins and he’s suddenly thrusting back in, this time with a harder slam. It jolts Hibiki’s body, sending a cry out before she’s covering her mouth again to hide her indecency. Her legs separate from one another as Suguru thrusts out and back in again, his skin smacks against her quietly, he holds her thigh open still and his other hand presses below her bellybutton.

    He can feel it. Suguru can feel his dick inside her when he thrusts in, seeing the slight bulge of his dick deep inside her. It ignites something in him, something akin to the way he feels when he drinks her blood. It’s animalistic and passionate, his hand is sliding to grab her hip and digs his thumb so roughly into her hip that he knows there would be a bruise. Hibiki doesn’t seem to mind, in fact she welcomes the way he grips her and the way his hips are now snapping to thrust into her quick and hard. She bites the inside of her cheek, her head thrashing back and forth as Suguru’s dick reaches a depth to her she didn’t know was possible. She’s somehow growing wetter and wetter by every thrust, it sends a heat throughout her body, sweat forming across her forehead.

    She reaches up, hands blindly finding anything of Suguru to cling onto. She finds the collar of his shirt again, pulling him down with a startled groan and he’s got his hands on either side of her face so as to not drop his entire weight upon her. His hips still for a moment when their eyes meet, the tips of their noses touching one another’s. 

    Hibiki’s reading his eyes, he’s begging for her, she can see it. The way his eyes squint and his eyebrows duck in a way that tells her he wants to keep going. She tilts her chin up, grazing her lips over his before wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him so close so they’re chest-to-chest. Her legs wrap around his back again and she’s moving his hair out of the way to whisper into his ear.

    “Don’t stop. Keep going…please.”

    His thrusting continues, one arm immediately wrapping around her back and pulling her back up off the carpet, his cock thrusting into her and the lewd sounds of her being so wet for him and their grunts and moans mix with the sound of the crackling fire.

    “Beautiful…You’re so beautiful like this,” he says with a softness that melts Hibiki’s heart. It’s genuine, the way his voice cracks when he says it and the way his cheeks grow redder at the mention. His face digs into her neck, his sharp teeth trailing up and down her neck in a teasing way. The pleasure begins to build and coil inside Hibiki’s bowels. Something begins to tighten and it causes her toes to curl and her body becomes almost limp in Suguru’s arms. She barely even registers his compliment and instead grapples onto his shirt and presses her face into his neck to quiet the squeaks of pleasure that escape from her when Suguru fucks into her with vigor.

    His passion grows, his cock twitches inside her and his forehead presses into her shoulder to steady himself. Suguru slides a hand between their hot and sweaty bodies. Trailing down and down until he feels that coarse hair again and the fabric that is pulled to the side and dripping with Hibiki’s arousal. His thumb finds her clit, rubbing around it and searching for a sign of her getting close. His eyes crack open to watch the way a vein pops out of the side of her neck, blood rushing up into her face as that coil tightens even faster after he’s begun his attack on her clit like this. Hibiki’s head is thrown back and her back is arching off the carpet.

    “Suguru. Suguru. Suguru. Suguru!” She says his name over and over like a mantra. Like if she said his name enough he’d meld together with her, he’d be connected with her for the rest of time and he could never leave her ever again. She chants his name in hopes that he’ll stay inside her and fill her up with his own release and keep fucking her until her body can’t handle anymore. His dick still thrusts, his thumb still flicks and presses against her clit and her walls begin to flutter around him.

    She’s close. He can tell. He watches her again, watching for these signs so next time (if there is one) he can tease her. Make her feel good and just as she’s about to reach cloud 9 - take it away from her in an instant only to build her back up to that point again and finally give her the orgasm she deserves.

    But they were already testing their luck by fucking like this in the first place.

    “I’m close-“ Hibiki gasps, her eyes squinting up at Suguru. “Keep doing that, yeah.” Her body jerks with every thrust, her back rubs on the floor and is starting to burn from the friction atop the carpet. But that doesn’t matter when Suguru is balls deep inside her and she’s about to cum all over him.

    “Yeah? I want to see you cum for me, Hibiki.” Her stomach churns with excitement, that coil so close to snapping and releasing pleasure throughout her body. Hibiki looks up at him, her fists full of the fabric of his shirt.

    “I want you to cum in me, Suguru. Make me cum and fill me up, okay?” He lets out a choked grunt that might as well be a promise to her, his own climax reaching him faster than he thought. He holds back, continuing his thrusting when he feels Hibiki squeeze around him much tighter than she had been this entire time. Her orgasm hits her like a landslide, unexpected, hard, fast and heavy. Her chest rises and falls as her body grows numb and her eyes squeeze shut to see flashes of white dance across the blackness. 

    Suguru’s quick to join her, the way her walls pulse around his cock has him pulling back and thrusting in one final time before his cock is jolting and his cum fills her up. He rides out his orgasm with a few slow and shallow thrusts, his hand wrapping around what’s exposed to help milk the rest of him.

    They catch their breath, Suguru’s gaze is down to where they’re still connected, his tip plugging her up. They’re sticky and sweaty but that doesn’t seem to matter to either of them. Hibiki, calming her beating heart, sits up, pulling away so Suguru has no choice but to pull out. She feels his cum begin to ooze out of her. 

    “Oop-“ Suguru is quickly grabbing another rag he had used previously to clean her up and wipes her gently. His actions are soft and the kindness overwhelms Hibiki for a moment, watching the way he lightly wipes across her still tender clit. It sends a judder across her core and he’s softly apologizing, ducking his head low to kiss the top of her bent knee.

    “Thank you.” She says softly.

    Suguru uses the same rag to wipe himself and quickly tucks his now softening cock back into his pants. They’re silent, as Hibiki fixes herself and fixes her bra, tugs her underwear back into place and is getting up with wobbly knees. Her legs feel numb and she stumbles a little bit towards the doorway that leads out of the room. Suguru chuckles to himself at the sight, sitting up and running a hand through his hair, flattening it so it doesn’t look like he was just fucking Hibiki on the carpet in case Satoru suddenly decided to wake up.

    Suguru sits there in silence as he waits for Hibiki to come back. His eyes going back to the flames that began to burn dimly. An uneasy feeling washed over him when he remembers his plan with Satoru, his lips turning down into a frown.

    I can’t do it, Satoru.

    How is he going to explain that he wants to back out? That he doesn’t want to kill Hibiki. How will he tell Satoru that they had sex together? He’d be furious - maybe even try to kill Suguru and then Hibiki. Should he tell Hibiki? No. That would only scare her, or worse - she’d feel betrayed by Suguru. Maybe she’d stick a wooden stake in his heart.

    “You used me! You seduced me and tricked me!” He could practically hear heartbreak. No. He can’t tell her, either. He drops his head down in shame.

“C’mon, get up.” Hibiki’s calling to Suguru, he looks up to see her in a sleeping gown now. One that hangs so low it bunches at the ground, it’s unbuttoned at the chest, showing off the marks he left on her skin. They stare at each other while she waits for Suguru to get his ass up.

    “I said come on, you need to have a wash.” He gets up then, slowly making his way over to her. He zips his pants back up as his feet drag across the floor.

    “Why the long face all of a sudden?”

    I’m planning on betraying you and I can’t tell you. I can’t tell you the truth about how Satoru and I plan on murdering you and running away like we always have done. I can’t tell you that I think I’ve fallen for you.

    “Are you sure what we did was okay?” He asks instead. His chin rising to meet Hibiki’s concerned look. She sighs, her eyebrows furrow slightly.

    “I don’t regret it, Suguru. I won’t tell Satoru, either. As long as you don’t, remember?”

He nods, clenching his fists.

    “I won’t tell Satoru. I promise.”

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤️

ahhhhhhh but your fics are the lovely and perfect ones!! 🥺💕

okay okay top 5, which i did have to stretch a little bit bc my real number 5 is still in drafts...

5. Nuts & Bolts, a Fallout 4 crack fic that has no right to exist. This is my legacy among my friends. The lines in here still live in my brain rent free nearly a decade after writing them. My Immortal had a very brain-chemistry-changing effect on me in high school. I'm so sorry.

4. to have someone kiss the skin that crawls from you, a durgetash piece that was my first attempt at writing actual smut and part of my effort to break thru my years long writers block and get going again

3. First Light, Rolan x tav fic that took me nearly 6 months struggling thru angst and pain and imposter syndrome to get out. i felt like i would never be able to get this first chapter out or halfway presentable but in the end, im really very proud of it and glad i stuck it out!

2. tell me you're mine, durgetash smut that im really proud of for both the actual smut part and the intense opening scene (which im gonna paste below because. this is my fridge and i choose the magnets)

1. Din'an All Elgara, my solavellan fic that has my heart and soul and has to take the number one spot ❤️💕

“And what about the bhaalspawn?”

Gortash knew he shouldn't be listening. He had better things to do than listen to every bit of gossip that passed between these cultists. Nevertheless, at the mention of his co-conspirator, he found himself rooted to the spot, skulking behind the half-opened door frame like a common thug.

“You’d have to be mad to even try,” a drow woman said to the elf in front of her. “She’s likely to carve out your heart where you stand if you got too close.”

The elf snorted, puffing out his chest a bit. “I bet I could handle her,” he replied, insufferably cocky to Gortash’s ear. “She wouldn't be so scary once I was–”

Enver had heard enough, he decided. He threw open the door as he stormed into the room; a bit more dramatic than was likely necessary, but it certainly made his presence felt. The cultists’ eyes grew wide with shock as he leveled a fearsome glare at them.

“Y-your holiness!” The elf stammered out as the pair fell to their knees, eyes pointed downwards as his face colored.

“Such reverence,” he replied, the unnervingly calm in his voice not reaching his eyes. “Such respect . Tell me, do you only blaspheme against your God's Chosen in secret, then?”

“N-no, my lord!” The elf replied, head bowed low as he kneeled at Gortash’s feet. Sniveling little worm, he thought; all bravado, and no judgment. Useless.

“Oh, by all means!” He drawled, almost sweetly beneath the venom. The wicked snarl on his face was a challenge as he looked down on the man, wallowing pitifully into the dirt. “Do continue. Tell us how you would show due respect to your leaders. Enlighten us .”

“I… I–” The elf’s eyes darted around the room as he spluttered pathetically, desperately searching the faces of his compatriots for aid. But he found none; all averted their eyes from him, as if his doom might be catching.

Gortash could feel nothing but disgust for the man. He was clearly useless to their cause; he seemed to think himself above his betters, yet showed no spine when challenged on it. He could do nothing but weaken them. Gortash turned his sneer on the drow with him. “Does this man speak for you?”

“No, my lord,” she answered, her voice calm and her eyes cast down as she knelt.

He unsheathed his short sword and threw the blade at her feet, a snarl escaping his lips as he bid her, “prove it.”

The drow gave a curt nod as she lifted the blade. “Yes, my lord.” He watched as the elf’s eyes widened in terror as he looked to his former friend, a silent realization dawning on him. The sword was through his chest before he could make any plea for his worthless life; his only answer a little gasp as the blade was pulled from his chest as harshly as it had been thrust in. The room watched in silence as he collapsed to the floor, a few more pitiful gurgles before the elf quickly succumbed. The only pair of eyes not watching were the drow, still cast down reverentially as she presented Lord Gortash’s sword to him, her charge fulfilled.

He watched her, looking for any sign of weakness; but she showed none. He considered for a moment that he may punish her regardless for her complacency. But no – she showed promise, and he trusted that this would serve as a lesson for all who had watched. He took the sword back without a word, turning his back as he settled it back into the sheath. His gaze swept over the room, eyes still full of fury as he watched the onlookers busying themselves with their work, none of them eager to share the elf’s fate.

Gortash spared them one final displeased grunt as he left the room. “Clean up this mess. Give it to the gnolls, perhaps,” he called behind him as he left the room, letting the door slam behind him.

[snowandwolves]

Tis your neighborhood lengthy ask anon - happy Friday! it's been a weird week, I had a nightmare and it threw me for a loop and off course - it also made me wish i had someone to make me cold hot chocolate. (i was rereading that chapter and there's a line "She could cry. She could laugh. She could run." and she does all three, doesn't she? but also: she stays 😭)

just three questions for you this time - you keep answering, so i'll keep asking! but as always, pick and choose what you feel like answering (i will say that ava getting arrested for streaking feels canon for every universe lololol ALSO worms are weird as heck ack)

In relation to the story, when did Lucia leave? like a year before it starts? months?

Was there any one scene or chapter that gave you a hard time?

You posted chapters almost exactly a month apart - did you plan that? if yes, how did you stay on track?

If you were to have art done for either the lighthouse au or sixth to the ninth, what would be your top 3 scenes?

also holy shit how is it february? what the actual hecking fuck. wishing you goodness and delicious food served at the perfect temperature!

i was responding to an ask before this one and happened to type “february” for it, and i had the same reaction you did. how??? did we get here??? rip my concept of time. also! of course, i’d keep answering??? this is genuinely so much fun for me and also reminds me that there’s more to life than trying to survive capitalism LMAO also, also literally projecting you the warmest, most comforting vibes i have for that nightmare you had 🥺 i’m sorry you had one, and i hope you’ve been having better dreams since! on to the questions!

1. you know, i tried to make a timeline for this to keep track, but HAHAHAHAHA I HAVE NO CONCEPT OF TIME. so let’s say like a year before lighthouse au. i’d imagine it should be enough time for bea to figure out how to live in the aftermath of her but also still carry the hurt lucia caused. oh no, that hurt me to write akdnskd moving on.

2. oh, there were so many. i had the hardest time starting the storm chapter because i’d been building it up literally and mentally 💀 so the brain went overdrive until i finally was like,,, fuck it 😂 also ava’s thoughts after she asked for space! character progression is hard. but i think where i struggled the most with this fic is handling both a main plot (getting them together) and the subplots (ava and bea’s respective character growths). i loved the challenge but it also hurt my brain 😂 i had to put the whole thing in an overly detailed database to keep track of everything 😂

3. god, no. i genuinely have no idea how i managed an update every month 😂 but i think the notion thing and have it all broken down there plus my mess of notes with all the fragments definitely helped. this fic literally taught me the magic of outlining.

4. fuck, lengthy ask anon. i would bawl and make a twitter purely to yell at y’all about any art related to my fics 😂 lighthouse au: i’d pass away if i ever see bea grounding ava during the storm, also them not making it to the bedroom, and also—for some reason—ava taking bea’s photo the first time. sixth to the ninth: i’d cry over ava’s return (the one where camila was there watching bea weep), bea in lilith’s wings, aaand bathroom scene (will break my goddamn heart but yep).

lengthy ask anon, i wish i knew how we managed to get to february but i’m glad we did 🥹 as always, thank you for this, and i deeply hope you’ve been having the best days 💙

[8-rae-rae-8]

OKAY OKAY THINKING OF LIKE 09 SIREN AND MAKAROV HAHA

So like that one scene with Vanessa and William afton(I'm not calling his ass Steve raglan or whatever the fuck)

LIKE SIREN JUST INFRONT OF HER ADOPTIVE FATHER, SHE JUST LOOKS DOWN AND JUST SEES LIKE A KNIFE IN HER SIDE AND SHE'S JUST SHOOK. LIKE SHE KNOWS HE'S A LITERAL TERRORIST BUT THAT WAS STILL THE MAN SHE CALLED HER FATHER SO SHE CAN'T HELP BUT FEEL BETRAYED A BIT,

SHE JUST LOOKS UP AT HIM WITH A LOOK THAT SHE NEVER GAVE ANYONE. BECAUSE USUALLY SHE HAS THIS LIKE STERN STONE COLD EXPRESSION RIGHT??? BUT NO.

THERES JUST THIS SOFT LOOK IN HER EYES, MAYBE SOME TEARS TO MAKE HER EYES LOOK GLOSSY AS SHE LOOKS UP AT MAKAROV AFTER REALIZING SHE'S BEEN STABBED AND SHE ONLY JUST SAY ONE THING.

"....Dad?"

HER VOICE IS CRACKING, SHE SOUNDS JUST SO UPSET. MEANWHILE MAKAROV IS JUST GIVING HER THIS LOOK AS IF SJE WERE A MONSTER OR HIS OWN ENEMY INSTEAD OF THE GIRL HE ADOPTED YEARS AGO.

Okay the brainworms are getting to me but I literally haven't slept and it's making me crazy

OH MY GOD

Love that ???? That's so !!!!!!!

Go to bed but woah

Brain worms are working in your favour

[ghooostbaby]

thinking about this AU/head canon more, it does feel so impossible for hua cheng to ever even pretend to lose his memory. his investment in his identity, especially through very obvious not at all subtle visual aesthetics, is such an integral part of him.

and then he xuan is a total inversion this, integral to his identity is disappearance and disguise, his identity is unknowable, shifting, deceptive, hidden, opaque. (verrrry deep ocean creature of him, if i must say)

and god, this is the whole poetry of huaxuan for me ...

so allow me to change it to say that he xuan finds the imploded husk of a ghost form hua cheng after the end of tgcf and takes him in, and disguises himself

but as hua cheng heals he of course realizes it's he xuan but seeing as he's in disguise, assumes it because he xuan does not want to be recognized or want anything to do with hua cheng any more, perhaps he's only doing it to fulfill the "debt"

so he just soaks up all these moments of he xuan being sweet and open with him

and he xuan thinks hua cheng doesn't want to see him anymore, when hua cheng never shows signs of thinking about anything but xie lian. after the black water arc where he xuan made hua cheng go against his xie lian's wishes and then hua cheng never looked for him again except to demand he help shi qingxuan with the human array in imperial city, he assumes it was over. hua cheng never shows signs of wondering about he xuan, or even seeing through he xuan’s disguise, it is pretty weak after all (maybe on purpose). so he plans to only stay until hua cheng is well enough to go back to dianxia and then vanish again

so they're both lying to each other, while devouring every moment they get to be close to be each other before it ends. allowing myself the rare hurt&fluff

oh and stealing a scene from the show that gave me this brain worm - when hua cheng is back in a human form, (and of course there is only one bed!) in the middle of the night hua cheng wakes up to feel he xuan’s limbs holding him (octopus lover) and sees he xuan has unconsciously transformed into his true form and tentatively cuddles him back

also: i spent a lot of nearly-delirious-with-exhaustion-too-hot-to-sleep hours last night imagining hua cheng's post-implosion forms. i would especially enjoy if hua cheng never claimed to be hua cheng toward he-xuan-in-disguise, and thinks he's done a good job playing it cool, but his forms have been the most crimson rain dramatic aesthetic of all time...

he xuan finds in the volcano a tiny silver egg with fine tiny engravings (probably should be a cocoon for the butterflies but caterpillars/butterflies kind of disgust me so that can kindly get OUT of my imagination thank u) that after a few weeks of keeping it warm hatches to a deep red one eyed bird that sits on he xuan's shoulder singing the tune of the lullabye hua cheng's mother sang to him while he xuan is trying to read

anyway... after hua cheng left one day when he had recovered (he xuan thinking since he never said goodbye and went directly to xie lian he must have realized his real identity, and hua cheng thinking since he xuan never came after him he must really have only been doing it out of obligation). enter xie lian! who on his scrap collecting journeys he had found an old lonely scholar with a lot of rare and beautiful scrolls, and often had a lot of junk as well. they become friends and she would give xie lian scraps after sharing a cup of tea and snacks and getting xie lian to blushingly tell stories about his husband

one day at the end of the visit xie lian sighs and says "forgive me lord black water, but san lang really misses you."

*he xuan being shaken to his core*

anyway then hualian start dating he xuan and they all fall in love and are happy and cuddly and well fed forever :)

also he xuan wrote the scrap immortal ghost king smutty fairy tales book (who else would know both of their sexual proclivities, and personal tendencies so well?)

until the next climate despair avoidance heat wave sleep deprivation delirium night!

~

also, like i said in the previous post, i think there’s plenty of evidence that hua cheng and he xuan are important to each other and get along throughout and after the black water arc but for the purposes of angsty fluff here we are

[soot-and-salt]

Wanted to jump on here and say I adore your writing! You've got such an excellent narrative voice and your characters come across as multifaceted and a true delight to read.

I saw you were answering asks so I wanted to throw one your way as well! At one time, how many fics do you think you're working on? Are you an all in one go writer and focus in on one chapter/ addition to a series at a time or do you bounce around?

Why hello there, Cryptidbytes! Always good to see you!

First of all, you are exceedingly kind to me. I'm blushing. Thank you so much for your incredibly lovely compliments. I swear, I am trying my best. Me and my imposter syndrome are locked in a fight to the death and that bitch got hands.

I'm (unsurprisingly) kind of a chaotic mess when it comes to writing. I'm trying to get better. I've had a lot of great success with, you know, THINKING before I write something and making outlines, etc. Usually I have a few irons in the fire because my brain worms are truly a fright to behold.

I try to be an all in one writer. A lot of my one shots are very much written in one day and thrown on AO3 and may god have mercy on my soul. I don't have a lot of writing time in my week. I have a stressful day job that sucks the life out of me and personal stuff I deal with that leaves me with little free time. Some weeks I only get one or two nights to write so shorter one shots tend to go faster.

Lately, though, I'm trying to not be so focused on outside validation and to take my time, even if it means that something takes longer to come out. That's why the word count on We Shoud've Been Enemies installments have gotten so much bigger. Instead of trying to write everything in one night in 3k words, taking two weeks and letting in breath in 6k words have made for MUCH better stories, I think. But it does slow me down, and I'm still working through how I feel about that.

I always have multiple WIPs, even if it's just a file with a title and a scene or some notes or something. Right now I'm currently mulling over:

-the rest of WSBE

-a crack comedy fic involving Alastor and a very unlikely partner in crime

-a QPR with Rosie/Vox/Alastor

-and starting to outline for an Alastor human AU series

So yeah, I do bounce around. Sometimes an idea grabs me and won't let me go and I have to drop EVERYTHING to write it (like I Shine Only With The Light You Gave Me, for example). Usually that happens when I see fan art or get a song lyric stuck in my head and I have to do something with it before I implode.

Right now it's a toss up between WSBE #7 (which I want to finish so fucking bad) and the Alastor crack fic because it's been in my drafts since April and I am dying to let it see the light of day.

There are not enough hours in the day, honestly. We're in the "dead season" at my job right now and I have literally thought of taking a day or two off just to write, which is kind of insane. It's fanfiction, soot, not the next great American novel. But having this many incomplete ideas held in your head can drive you a little crazy.

I gotta stop writing essays to these questions. Sorry about that. Fantastic question!

[lizardinkart]

Lizard Reads Ward

Arc 1: Daybreak

Lizard’s Cry Counter: 2

TL;DR: A Victoria-focused arc that dragged a bit in places but ultimately felt like everything we needed to know about her (and more). I wished it’d started closer to the fight but having the fight, the trauma, and the family drama laid out felt like the groundwork that was missing from the prologue, especially with the shifted role of Amy. Wish that we had a little more about the other characters introduced in the prologue tho. 8/10 Aight! Let’s get wormin’!

So in my brain I’ve split the arc in to 3 parts, pre-fight, fight, and post-fight, so I’ll talk about the arc in terms of those mini-arcs. Mini-Arc 1: Pre-Fight (Victoria, not Glory Girl)

Ok the fact that the city is Gold colored is hilarious to me. This is Children’s Hospital Red™ levels of awful design choices, somebody really just said color theory in context is fake. I also appreciate the later indications that most of The City is in fact shittily built but hey shitty shelter is better than no shelter I guess (also relatable as someone looking at apartments). Other worldbuilding things I was thinking about since Wildbow really wants us to see the cool world he built (but it’s not really about the world tbh)- the technology of post-GM is so weird. Like you have dial-up internet but it also works perfectly fine and technology works when you need it to. Like I’m sorry but Reddit-AOL would be so much buggier. But all that being said, it’s really funny to see the irl jump in technology from when WB was writing Worm to when he was writing Ward, because Taylor’s flip phone vs smartphone drama was so real and relatable, and now dial-up internet just works on smartphones...I’m baffled. anywho! Onto Victoria lol. So Victoria is working with the new kiddie PRT- awesome, very cool. I appreciate the focus on her wanting to still feel heroic even if she gets that massive body dysmorphic/dysphoric (yes, both) feeling from actually using her powers. Though I also appreciate the small touches we see when she’s on her way to work with a much better mirror scene than the opening of Worm, her interactions with the one hero during the obelisk incident show that she still gets heroes and feels bad for the shit being thrown their way (idk, it gave me big closeted queer energy, queer-to-queer communication in a queerphobic environment one might say). “Nice response time” really is the dorkiest shit to say tho and I appreciate it. Victoria is a dork.  I also appreciate the setup with her parents, laying the groundwork for what’s to come later. Also that she enjoys working with the disillusioned and directionless kids/teens, cause that really is a thing that is the kind of selfless-selfish pull that I think Victoria is shown to be struggling with (finding the balance in the healing process is difficult!). While I felt like this part really did drag the most in the arc, I think there were some really good parts that make it worth it. And it leads into the first Wildbow fight of the story! Woohoo!  Mini Arc 2: The Fight (The Trauma Hammer)

Oh boy I do love me some Wildbow fights. I felt my little storyboarder brain light up because there were some God-tier moments in here that I wanted to draw sooooo bad. But alas, too many, not enough time. 

Crystalclear is cool as hell and I think he may be one of my faves of the new powers so far, he’s a very Wildbow-concept hero and I do really appreciate the man’s flare for the complex and flashy. Tempera is also cool, and Fume Hood is a snarky bitch and I love her. What a queen. She did not deserve to get shot (maybe a little tho).  

But overall there was some great tension in the ticking clock leading up to the fight, and seeing how shit played out was super fun as always, I was not expecting the 18-wheeler to come out of nowhere but it was a very fun time. I gotta say tho, I know Lord of Loss and Snag are important, but I for the life of me could not keep them straight in my brain since Snag made Victoria feel Loss, but like, that’s LoL’s name lmao. 

And on the topic of loss: oof. I did not call this the Trauma Hammer for nothing lol. This is where things went from meh to great for me in this arc, because since Victoria’s story was so ancillary to Worm, I had 1) forgotten how she triggered, and 2) didn’t really remember too much about the specifics of her story outside of the hospital interlude. But god, just sitting in her shoes through falling in love with Dean, losing him, losing her family, feeling inadequate to the rest of her family, and the ever-present looming threat of Her (that we will get to, don’t worry lol), it was just so helpful in really honing in on Victoria’s entire ish that is rattling around in the background. As someone who does characters like this, esp in TTRPGs, having that context of someone’s thought process really is helpful to have in understanding how you’re supposed to interpret the character, even if you’re already in their head (since characters and people lie to themselves, see: Taylor). But yeah, since Victoria avoids those thoughts anyway, it was clever to give them to us up front. And the fact that it happened while she was being a hero again? Kickass. Loved it. 

Mini Arc 3: Post- Fight (Her)

Oh my god this family is messy. I have essays I could write on Carol Dallon and just the Dallons in general but I think I’ll get the chance to eventually cause this is already too long lol. But oh my GOD I truly was thinking “yeah this is gonna go poorly, maybe some passive-aggressive family stuff, getting overwhelmed, getting pie and then leaving”, but holy SHIT the fact that Carol really just ambushed Victoria with lawyer speak and finessed the entire narrative of what was going on- jesus. Manipulative ass snake, but in such a relatable way. 

Once again, have been in that situation before and the way that Victoria goes from like a 2 to 1000 in 0.2 seconds when all the pieces come together- holy shit if that is not the exact feeling of trauma. I know the “#triggered” discourse is old hat at this point, but man I could feel myself get short of breath and panicky when Vicky got trauma triggered in this chapter (this is the spiritual Cry Point). It was so convincingly written that I wanna hold Wildbow in my hands to make sure he’s good.

But I’m proud of how Victoria handled herself, definitely snaps for that therapy working its magic, but man. The Amy Ambush (an Am(y)bush if you will, yes haha joke away), was so something I did not see coming this early, but I’m glad that it did because holy fuck. Victoria talking about moving on and then her family (mom) “moving on” but in a “forgive with an emphasis on forget” kinda way really does leave Victoria in a place that proves all that feeling of inadequacy right, and it’s crushing. But it provides that big stumbling block for her to overcome esp when she finds her new group. 

And seeing how many times she was forced to confront her worst moments and she still actively avoided Amy... oh baby. As an Amy Enjoyer (less “condoning her actions” more “study her like a bug”) I am highly intrigued in how this is gonna go. This is 7 levels of Fucked Up. 

I screamed with joy when Dr. Yamada showed up, I am in love with her and think she is wonderful, and also a great addition to the central cast of this story (esp in a story about healing from trauma? YES get the therapist in there). Also Crystal is wonderful and a good ally for Victoria, and I appreciate Victoria’s need to scrutinize both public and private Aesthetic (shoutout to me and Crystal vibing as 2 fun ADHD individuals). 

Also a shoutout for Gilpatrick because he’s cool and funky and a good boss. Get u someone like Gilpatrick. 

Bonus: The Interlude!

I would give my left kidney for Moose. I’m kicking Prancer’s ass, and I hope Velvet keeps her truck forever and ever. A better love story than her and Prancer tbfh. Also Nursery is so cool guys, she’s so neat. I love the weird shit being done with powers so far in Ward. 

AND A MARQUIS CAMEO HELLO???? HUSBAND?????? Sorry I really like Marquis lol. 

Final Thoughts

The only things I would criticize this arc for that lowered it a bit in my eyes is that the prologue really didn’t do a fantastic job of prepping us to only focus on Victoria. I wished we had sped things along a bit with getting to the others from PHO, even with little PHO interludes interspersed in to let us know what these guys were up to. Bc like, this really did feel like 3 arcs so I feel like we could have used another interlude or 2, just for spice and to break things up a little. Like a commercial break!

The other thing is Wildbow’s uh... underlying ish breaking through. I know Ward was written in the shadow of Worm for him, but there are some parts of these chapters that just feel very mean-spirited and pointed towards people who enjoyed certain parts of Worm. Mainly stuff that could be construed as “fandom” things, or things that fandom would like, that Wildbow seems to be very overt in saying “hey, fuck you for liking/engaging with this.” I dunno, it may just be me, but that kinda attitude cropping up often enough for me to notice the pissed-off hand of the author was off-putting and distracting from I think the greatest parts of this arc. Because it is a good story, it just feels like the occasional potshots WB takes are more coming from his own bitterness than Victoria’s, and are ultimately detrimental to the story as a whole. Idk, I will try not to bring it up so often, but it’s definitely something that’s running in the back of my head and I hope that it subsides soon-ish. 

But all of that to say, I enjoyed the arc! It was a solid opening that’s got me really excited to read more (which by this point, I have, and I will be writing up my arc 2 thoughts shortly lol), and the Trauma Hammer really hit home in a way that felt earnest and really earned. 

That’s all for now tho! As always, I’m happy to discuss stuff wherever, so let me know what you thought of the arc if you’ve read Ward! 

Until next time: Ward out ✨

[a-mag-a-day]

oh my god mag 39 is literally one of my favorite episodes, i have so many thoughts i am so normal about this episode (it gave me the tma brain worms)

there's so much that happens in this episode and its all so good but one of my favorite things is the way it showcases the character dynamics and we learn a little bit more about the other characters outside of the bits we get from the statement recordings. i love the og archival assistant team so much i wish we could stay in those silly goofy bits forever :( tma is *through tears* an office comedy

the amount of iconic moments from this episode too like jon asking martin if he's a ghost, statement of joe spooky, tim breaking through the wall (i think about his "hi guys!" everyday,, season one tim you will always be famous), martin talking about recording his poetry on the tapes (AND THE PAUSE AFTERWARDS FOLLOWED BY JON'S 'i see' IT GETS ME EVERYTIME), its all so good man and its just such a good insight into the different characters ughfje i love it sm

i love the writing in this episode too, the whole episode consistently keeps you on your toes and its all so balanced, like in the same episode as the statement of joe spooky we get jon talking about how he doesn't want to be a mystery (sobbing on the floor in mag 200) it has such a good mix of emotion, character, fear, all of it

GOING BACK TO JON TALKING ABOUT BEING A MYSTERY TOO ACTUALLY- jon being vulnerable!! him admitting that he's scared!! all of it gets me every single time, that whole bit had me on the floor the first time i heard it and it adds a whole new layer to jon's character that continues to get expanded on later and its just!! so good!!

i feel like there's so much worldbuilding in this episode too (like when jon talks about feeling like he's being watched when recording statements) and just the little bread crumbs this episode starts to leave (or dare i say string,, g-get it cause the web)

and finally- SASHAAHSE (my fav girlboss miss you everyday bbygirl) i have so many thoughts about sasha and the not!them but lord everyday i wake up and suffer remembering what happens to her. (aside from that, i really love the whole scene she has with bitch boy elias especially with the power of hindsight and seeing him just waiting and watching what was happening and knowing it was just a part of his plan) i feel so terribly for sasha tho man she did not deserve the end she got at all, keep kayaking up there in heaven queen

bonus thoughts:

i love the sound effects in this episode like the pasta worm sounds?? absolutely amazing i have no idea how they did it but it worked

now me personally? i could fix jane prentiss i know i could, jane <3 though i definitely feel for her as a character, i think about her such an normal amount

prentiss saying 'archivist' at the end of the episode? im absolutely feral

conclusion: I am So Normal about this episode and this show 👍

We're all so normal about this episode

[silcoitus]

listen i may be a cold bitch most of the time but when it comes to love i do NOT fuck around. i believe in love and affection ok? if i worked at the last drop and got drunk and knew Silco was dropping hints at me I'd march straight down to that office and plop right between his legs, on my knees, and start reciting hoizer lyrics and shakespearean sonnets. id gently clasp those gorgeous seme hands in mine and gib them a reverent kiss and tell him I'm worshiping at my altar and if the touch of his hands is all he deigns to every give me I'd die happy. if he gave me the chance I'd devote myself to him till time eroded us like tides do beach glass and I'd tell him he owes me thousands of hexes for all the underwear that's gone to ruin. i want him like the people who have most of the world's wealth want the rest of it you know?! like!!! i HUNGER for him with FERVOR!!! ik I'd have this man blushing. GOD this 2D freak got me psychosexually ill...sicko behavior. it's like he really is in my brain. bitches be saying tee hee blorbo in my brain...HE IS!!!!! HE'S IN MY BRAIN LIKE WORMS!!!!

Y'all know that scene in OITNB when Nicky and Soso are about to go at it and Soso is just talking talking talking talking and then Nicky just takes her pants off and shoves Soso's face into her cooter to shut her up?

Nicky - Silco

Soso - Cherry oops I'm sorry I mean anon

[martadelareina]

Hi if i may join this sharing braincell experience over here!

First of all your post about serving looks thank you i feel validated finally i was watching ep with my fella that i got into the series and needed to stop every time scene changed cause how can this woman look so good each time no matter the situation it's insulting good for Mon tho but she did shortcircuit my brain this entire time.

Second that anon who talked about needing a heart to have heart disease preach both of you cause we all knew that's where they will go one way or another but seriously this isn't what Song died for. At the end fuck both grandmother and kirk even more the fact they made him being the one who set her straight not to mention the fact as you said so yourself both of them woken up after months just when wedding was around the corner, good for Sam so she didn't lost loved one at the end of the day but fuck the redemption arcs. The trio that adopted Mon + the baby later on is just insert Lady Gaga meme here everything we didn't knew we needed, deserved and more. So invested in lesbian drama that her baby almost fell out not to mention being ready to teach them step by step if heavenly water won't work you won't be able to find it anywhere else she is just THE CHARACTER. Poor Tee taking punches left and right we will never forget your sacrifice but at least she got Yuki to make it all better when she isn't busy giving lesbianism 101. Kade not being able to be there 90% of the time just hits different.

Last but not the least about if her parents knew i was laughing my ass off when she was saying goodbye before going to airport because we never got how they found out it really makes it into hilarious picture like oh your boss so nice came to make up with you but shouldn't they be concerned she makes her overwork so she stays over day after day not to mention all the tears in span of all this and at the end ship that saved us all just comes to the house like guess what we getting married and on that note so just you know we dated along the way sorry for late notice, poor Singha almost got scarred with what could have happened in That Scene.

That was a wild ride ain't it happy ep 12 for everyone we got there cheers!

yes yes and yes! like i have little to no complaints about this little show it gave me more in 12 episodes than ive gotten from wlw media in umm, ever? but grandmother needing that final push from kirk was a big bummer. like you’re telling me first of all, song dying because you’re homophobic didn’t do it? getting absolutely fucking eviscerated by our lord and savior khun neung didn’t do it? seeing sam fainting at the dinner table and crying alone every night didn’t do it? but little fucking worm on a skateboard kirk makes it click? get out of here. grandmother was very right when she said the best thing she could do for sam was die.

and god That Scene. it is so funny to me that they were so nervous to fuck because they had basically been doing it for 3 entire episodes. im gonna miss them so much they’re so stupid but now they’re married and get to continue to be stupid together forever and that is so beautiful

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31 Days of Dragon Age

Decided to do the 31 days of Dragon Age prompts (original post here)

Oct 2: Favorite Origins romance

Under a cut because it got long (and nobody was shocked)

I mean, I gotta go with my canon romance, Alistair. It sort of rankles in me a bit that DA consistently reveals me to be a basic bitch deep down inside, but it keeps holding true XD

I just love the poor guy. He's basically been given BW's every narrative plot disease. He's got trauma. He's got secret dragon blood. He's secretly royalty. His sperm could theoretically cure the blight. He's got an old god baby. He's running Ferelden. He just wants to be Some Guy but he's the specialest boy in the land.

In all honesty, I think what attracted me to his romance as a canon ship was the way it intersected with the politics of both the party companions and the world. I was really fascinated with the way his attitude with Morrigan develops, and it gave me brain worms about how I could push it a little further. I also spent a lot of time wondering if there were ways to put him on the throne where he wouldn't hate it, if there were things that could be said to him to make him a little more comfortable with the idea.

Of course, I also accidentally gave him more trauma than canon does, so I wasn't all benevolence and peacemaking XD (see the fic if you wanna know my crimes)

Plus I got to the fade decision in DAI and was like ABSOLUTELY NOT, MY BOY IS KING NOW. Though I'm quite pleased with how my canon shaped up after making that change.

Morrigan is obviously my second choice, and SHE SHOULD HAVE BEEN BI, BIOWARE. But she's been so removed from society and the Warden is her first real, tangible friendship, and I'm SUCH a sucker for how much that lets the warden sort of shape Morrigan. She's also got the requisite trauma that usually lures me to a character, her relationship with her mother one that fascinates me endlessly. I love writing Flemeth/Mythal and doubly love some of the scenes I wrote with the two of them together. Morrigan is also the star of one of the DA stories I've written that I'm most proud of, Pieces of Us, which tells the story of her giving birth to Kieran. I did so much research for that! And I'm really pleased with the result.

I also have a real soft spot for Zevran, and sometimes I toy with the idea of writing another series with different romances (maybe picking all elves this time), but haven't yet been gripped with enough ideas to make it function. But Zevran is ALSO traumatized and has a lot of misconceptions about feelings and connections with people, and I could gnaw on that kind of juicy angst for months. I definitely tried to give him some space for that growth in my fics, but never really got to spend as much time with him as I'd like. *sigh* maybe someday. When I have no other WIPs haunting me.