#got my armor trimmed

[scrolling-here-is-a-sin]

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[rawliverandgoronspice]

I know tp ganondorf looks Like That during his execution because there's no sense in doing a full 3D model for a two minutes cutscene, but.

first of all, bold choice to condemn a man to die by impalement and decide it's not as fun if there's not heavy plating in the way trying to prevent you from doing just that, but also.

who did his hair and makeup.

[zepskies]

Rest

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean is your rock, but you’ve become his place of rest.

AN: Surprise! Just something short and sweet for Dean. 💜

Word Count: 600

Tags/Warnings: Established relationship; fluff, hurt/comfort, tinge of angst

On nights like these, the urge hits you the most.

You’re already in bed, wearing one of his old shirts and little else. You’re waiting for Dean, watching him finish brushing his teeth. He wraps it up by splashing some water on his face.

He stops for a moment, with his hands on the edges of the sink. He looks at his reflection and rubs a hand over the thick stubble on his face.

It’s halfway to beard territory. He needs a trim, he’s probably thinking.

(You don’t mind a little extra scruff.)

He hesitates, looking deeper at his own reflection. You notice the lines around his tired eyes, the weight of the last hunt still heavy on his shoulders. It's weighing on yours too, having carved out another small notch in your heart.

But you also know how many more layers this man carries, including the ones he adds himself.

“Dean,” you prompt quietly.

His head turns in your direction, and you give him a smile, beckoning him over.

Again, he hesitates. But he goes to you. After dipping his side of the bed with his weight, he smoothes a hand over your hair in affection. He takes off his father’s watch; the last piece of the hunter’s armor before he lays down on his back beside you. The old metal and leather watch clunks on the nightstand.

He then opens an arm to welcome you over, where you routinely find a place against his side.

“Come ‘ere,” he murmurs, his voice low and gravel. Your lips curve, but you gently push his arm back down to his side.

“Turn over,” you say, making a rolling gesture with your finger. Dean’s brows knit together in confusion, but he’s just curious enough to heed the encouragement of your hands on his arm and his back. He turns onto his side, facing away from you.

You settle yourself higher on your pillows, and you guide him backwards, until he’s resting against your soft upper body. You wrap your arms over his broad shoulders, and your hand moves, soothing across his chest. Even now, you feel the tension in his frame.

“Relax,” you say in a near whisper. You press a lingering kiss to his cheek. “I’ve always wanted to be the big spoon.”

A smile raises the corners of Dean’s lips. He even chuckles, shaking both of you.

“Yeah? Feels kinda weird,” he admits. He doesn’t think he’s been held like this since he was a kid.

“Well, give it a minute,” you say, with a bit of cheekiness.

Then you sigh and settle into this yourself. When your arms cross over his chest, Dean grabs your wrist, holding you there. He lets out another deep breath of his own.

Okay, he agrees, if only in his mind. Not bad.

He does relax against you, inhaling the floral scent of your body wash, feeling the tickle of your hair on his shoulder, and the gentle rise and fall of your breath. It's all familiar, and reminds him that he's home.

Dean leans over to turn off the light on his nightstand, but he returns to your embrace. He reaches back, just to stroke your cheek in a silent thanks. Smiling in the dark, you lay another kiss on the side of his head, and you close your eyes.

Dean does the same. He lets your warmth seep into his body, releasing the tension of a shitty hunt. He tries to let go of the faces he couldn’t save.

And he actually rests. 

AN: Just one of my little daydreams that I finally got a chance to write down. 💜

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[mazamba]

"You need what?"

"I know it's a lot to ask," cut in Danny before Batman could go from confused to angry, "Just let me explain. I swear it's for a good reason."

Batman eyed his teammate skeptically. King Phantom was one of the League's newest and youngest members. Despite his unorthodox introduction to the team, he and his sister, Stray, had proven to be valuable additions to the Justice League and to the Teen Titans respectively. He was tall and imposing, despite his relatively slender frame. His visage was made the more menacing by the Crown of Fire that hovered above his head in a tiny version of the Aurora Borealis instead of his predecessor's green flames, the royal armor over his jumpsuit, and the fur-trimmed coat made of a rippling window into space.

"Ok, so you know how Bruce Wayne adopted Cassandra Cain, but she's David Cain's biological daughter, right?"

"..."

"...right! So, at some point, David sold human eggs on the black market," he continued, "you have no idea how hard it was to get the information on Vlad's supplier, but we did figure out that he bought the eggs from Cain for his experiments and then completely messed up the cloning process."

"How?"

"We have no idea! But my clone, my sister, has my ghost DNA, but part of mine and someone else's human DNA."

"What makes you think it's Cassandra's?"

He pulled out his phone, a two-year-old model with a cracked screen, and showed him the face of his sixteen-year-old sister in her human form next to a picture of Bruce's own eighteen-year-old daughter from a tabloid.

"She looks a lot like me," he admitted, "but she also looks a lot like Cassandra Cain, so we think Vlad got a sample mixed up or forgot to take out a nucleus or something and made-."

"A daughter instead of a clone."

It was a good thing Phantom wasn't particularly good at reading body language, or his tightening fist might've alerted him that something was wrong.

"I mean... sort of? It's different with clones. She's technically my daughter but I turned nineteen, like, a month ago, so I don't thi- I'm getting off track! The point is, Dani's destabilizing again and I need a clean DNA sample to help her. I tried to get into Wayne manor, but the place is warded to hell and back. You know Bruce Wayne, right? Can you help me talk with Cassandra?"

Batman sighed and turned his head to Phantom's right.

"Orphan."

"Motherfu-! How long has she been standing there!?"

She didn't respond to his yelp/question and instead turned to Batman.

"Take a tube to Gotham and ask Cassandra Wayne for a DNA sample."

Orphan nodded and walked off to the tubes.

"... Is it just me or was she a little quieter than usual?"

Bruce sighed, not looking forward to whatever his week was about to become.

[masked-men-fantasy]

Ask about their manhood size Headcanon (Dead by Daylight)

Headcanon for my beloved masked men from Dead by Daylight. What have they got for us?

NSFW Content. MDNI.

The Trapper

In this case, you didn't ask to know his size. You learn about it accidentally when he secretly washes himself in the heavy rain.

He takes off his workwear bib and lays it on the ground; only his fully naked body is shown. He scrubbed his body to wash out all the blood stains.

That is when you find out how beautiful his body is.

Well-built, gorgeous muscle, perfect body fat ratio, thick pecs, mass thighs, and well-rounded buttocks.

And, of course, his manhood part.

The sight is not clear, but it can be assumed that he has an 8-inch shaft. Not to be surprised, there are open wounds on it as well, making you wonder if it hurts or not.

Curiosity does kill a cat; your foot makes a cracking sound because of the dried branch nearby. Notified by the sound, he quickly reached for his cleaver and walked directly to the source of the noise.

You attempt to run, but then your foot steps into the bear trap that he placed inside the bush.

Evan finally reaches you. The shadows of his body covering your entire body show how big he is compared to you.

To your surprise, he does not pick you up to bring you to the sacrificial hook. Instead, he pushes you down on the floor, and your face tastes the ground. The trapper lifts your hips up and tears open your pants.

You are in trouble—very deep trouble now. Hopefully, it is a kind of trouble that you have on your mind.

The Knight

"If I were to show you such a private matter, would you accept to be a sex slave for me and my pack for a week then?" Tarhos makes an offer. One that is very difficult to turn down.

You slowly took out the metal armor on his lower part until it revealed a thin red loincloth and what he had inside.

Around 4 inches when flaccid. Then you have to put in some work to make it hard.

6.5 inches when fully erect, and the tip of his cock is pretty red, so it can be assumed that he has not done it for awhile.

He is also uncut.

Not well-trimmed pubic hair. It is not so shaggy or dirty; you can assume that he does not have much self-grooming experience, so he might use any convenient blades he could find to cut those hairs.

Now that you know the answer, you know what is going to happen next, yes?

Tarhos strikes his sword down the ground, a green aura lights up through his sword, and the faithful three are summoned.

"Let us enjoy this slave I found," Tarhos said, his lustful eyes looking through his helmet. The same goes for those three who just show up.

You are so done for.

[arielluva]

so back in april i had the idea to draw ace attorney characters as if they were in fantasy life (so essentially combining two of my favorite games) but only finished phoenix then. tonight i finished up the page with some more, and since we know what the new lives in fantasy life i will be, i got the excuse to include vera as an artist :))

id under cut

[image ID: 5 digital drawings of some ace attorney characters drawn in the fantasy life art style, which is a very expressive, stylized chibi style. they are drawn in the outfits for different lives as if they were in fantasy life. in the top left, phoenix wright is drawn as a paladin, with text next to his head that says "Phoenix Paladin". he is wearing silver armor with gold trim, the trim forming a 'P' on his chest. the 'P' has a red gemstone in the center of it. his shoulder guards also have red gems on them. he has a long blue cape fluttering behind him, as he stands confidently, holding a sword in his left hand and holding up a shield with his right. the sword and shield are also silver with gold and red accents like his armor. next to phoenix, in the top middle, apollo justice is drawn as a blacksmith. he has text next to his head that reads "Apollo Blacksmith". he is wearing a teal apron on top of a white shirt and pants. his sleeves are rolled up, and he has a red piece of fabric tied around his waist. he is wiping sweat off his forehead with his right hand, and holding a hammer in his left. next to apollo on the top right, is vera misham. she is drawn as an artist, with text next to her head that reads "Vera Artist" she is wearing a pink beret that resembles her bandana, and has a paint brush with pink paint on the very top. she is holding her sketchbook in her right hand, and a paint brush in her left. she is wearing brown gloves that are stained with various colors of paint. she is wearing a pink dress with a darker pink collar and bow, and the skirt of the dress has a darker pink line going horizontally across it. she has a white apron tied around her waist that is also stained with various colors of paint. she is wearing brown sandals. on the bottom left of the drawing is trucy wright drawn as a wizard, with text next to her head that reads "Trucy Wizard". she is in an excited pose, running while holding her staff, a tall wand with a glittering green gem on top. she is wearing a light blue pointy witch hat with a white ribbon wrapped around it. the inside of her hat is pink. she is wearing a medium length black dress with a white belt, and she is wearing pointy white shoes. she is wearing a light blue cloak, with the hood on her shoulders, that has her green diamond brooch hanging where the ends of her hood meet. her cloak is fluttering behind her and trimmed with white and gold, the insides if her sleeves being pink. on the bottom right of the image, ema skye is drawn as an alchemist, with text next to her head that reads "Ema Alchemist". she is wearing gold goggles with pink lenses, and her hair is drawn more poofy than usual. she is wearing a white coat over a light green dress. she has a pink tie loosely around her neck, and she is wearing a darker green corset with gold buttons. her shoes are plain black. she is holding a potion bottle filled with a yellow liquid in her right hand, and is looking at it calmly, with the left hand in her white coat's pocket. end ID].

[joyful-enchantress]

Loki’s costume at the end of S2E6 was perfect.

Yes, every part of it, down to those slippers.

And here’s my unsolicited (and delayed) thoughts on the matter.

First, let’s talk about his robe. Not only was it utterly beautiful, down to the draping and the deep, rich shade of green (and I mean come on, would we expect anything less?), its style was incredibly symbolic.

If you look at previous Loki ensembles, especially the ones that include a horned helmet, there is an air of grandeur and finery about them. The exquisitely stitched, buttery leather; the shiny gold trimmings and metal armor accents; the dramatic, billowing capes and overcoats. Even the silhouette of these looks is broad and structured — one might even say severe. Everything about these past looks screams “Look at me; I’m important” and reinforces Tony’s own observation in The Avengers that Loki is a “full-tilt diva” — he longs for the respect and attention that he deserves (and has been denied almost all of his life) and that longing is reflected in his clothing. They are reminiscent of the royal palace in which he was raised. They allow him to be battle-ready, because he’s had to fight and claw for every scrap of love and attention he’s managed to get. They represent a broken prince. A warrior cloaked in royalty. A would-be-king.

Now, compare that to his robe in Loki S2E6. It isn’t flashy. It has a soft silhouette. The shade of green is deeper and richer than we’ve seen; more earthy. An earthy shade of green which, in my opinion, is a nod to Yggdrasil, the cosmic tree that he will weave the branches of the multiverse into. The gold trimming across the front is subtle and understated - I even missed it at first and didn’t realize there was any gold trimming on the robe at all until I got a closer look later. It is simple. The draping is reminiscent of the robes worn by Buddhist monks. His robe reflects a Loki that has more wisdom and humility, and who has realized that being a good king — a proper god — means he will spend his life in service to others. It is the robe of a man who is confident and self-assured and knows exactly what kind of god he needs to be.

Now let’s talk about the slippers. I noticed that they got quite a bit of flack immediately after the finale aired. And I get it — they’re an odd choice, especially when we are so accustomed to the dramatic boots and finely-crafted and statement-making dress shoes he typically dons. For similar reasons as the robe, they are symbolic and fitting for Loki’s development into a wiser, more humble character. Don’t get me wrong, these loafers are still impeccably stylish, and no doubt they are of the finest craftsmanship, because this is still Loki we are talking about here. But they have a purpose, and that purpose is to get him to his final destination. These simple slippers barely even protect Loki’s feet, showing us a kind of vulnerability that we’re unaccustomed to seeing from Loki. He isn’t guarded in this moment; he’s open, connected to his purpose, and sure of himself. The shoes aren’t for battle; they aren’t meant to impress. They are meant to serve.

Now, about what is, quite possibly, my favorite feature of the costume. The horns. These iconic horns which we’ve associated with Loki from the very beginning take on an entirely reimagined look in the finale. First of all, they are bigger than any set we’ve seen resting upon Loki’s brow. So big, in fact, that they weren’t actually a physical part of the costume Tom Hiddleston wore. So big that they would likely hinder his performance if he actually had to bear their weight on his head.

In addition to their size, the horns are made of the same temporal-infused material from which both HWR’s talisman and the citadel at the end of time are constructed. Gone are the opulent golden horns that glisten and shine with the grandeur of royal finery. These horns are dark and heavy. They symbolize the unfathomable weight of the burden that Loki bears in his godly endeavor to save the multiverse. The golden temporal material that runs throughout the horns like veins is reminiscent, to me, of Kintsugi, the Japanese art of mending broken things with gold. And in a way, Loki is a broken thing that has been healed and mended throughout his personal journey of self-acceptance and friendship, and is now more beautiful than he ever has been. More humble. More selfless. More godly.

In addition to the horns, the cape, too, is the largest we’ve seen Loki wear. And while at first, this dramatically oversized cape may seem to stand in opposition to the humility that the rest of the outfit encapsulates, it works. It works because, like the horns, it is symbolic of the burden Loki has chosen to bear. This cape would be unbearably heavy; it would make even the most basic movement difficult. And on top of its sheer size, his cape even becomes torn into strips that are woven into the timelines themselves, literally securing his burden — his service to the multiverse — around his neck.

Lastly, I want to talk about the way this outfit manifested. There’s been a common thread throughout this discussion about the humility and selflessness that this ensemble puts on display. And while that’s true, we’re talking about a relative level of humility and selflessness, when compared to Loki’s previous tendencies. This is still Loki we’re talking about here. He’s got a flair for the dramatic. He’s nothing if not intentional about the way he presents himself. And the way he marched down that gangway like it was his own personal runway, while his clothing fell away in shreds and tatters to reveal this completely fresh but familiar look, was completely on-brand for him. It was theatrical. It was glorious.

His outfit at the end featured accessories that were heavy and larger than life. Those parts were a burden.

It wasn’t short on the style and drama that we’re so accustomed to seeing from Loki. It was glorious.

And every part of it, down to his humble shoes, was fit for purpose.

One look at this finale costume and you know, without doubt, that Loki is burdened with glorious purpose.

A/N: If you’ve made it this far, thank you for reading my unsolicited thoughts on this beautiful piece of costume design! Also, apologies for the delay in posting. I know some of you have been told this post was coming since the night the finale aired, weeks ago. Thank you for your patience with me as I gathered my thoughts and found the time to organize them and type them out.

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[arctic-scorpio]

(finally gets around to making this post; long posts are scary... anyways)

did anyone figure out what the red robe / clothing / armor?? jiao liqiao was caressing in episode 5 was? it's been on my mind for a while now because we never actually see di feisheng wearing it

this is the robe in question from episode 5:

on a casual watch it looks like di feisheng's red mengzhu robes, but it isn't! for one, he's wearing the standard red mengzhu robes at the presumed same time as this scene is occurring (before, during the welcome back ceremony; and after, at the private waterfall with wuyan):

so it can't be hanging out with jiao liqiao too. I guess theoretically it could be an optional outer robe that's part of the same set? but seeing as we never see him wear it, I'm not so sure...? and the standard red mengzhu outfit looks pretty complete and imposing already, to me?

so, what is this thing? was it even di feisheng's in the first place,,? the best guess I've come to after mulling it over is that... it's his wedding outfit that jiao liqiao prepared in advance and had waiting all these years (!??)

okay, so. reviewing the clues we have:

at first I was thinking that the metallic shoulderpad things make it look like armor... the closest outfit we see with similar metallic shoulderpads would be this one:

from episode 5, just coming out of seclusion; + episode 17-18 official mengzhu business breaking out yanwang xunming 阎王寻命 from prison by crashing qiao wanmian & xiao zijin's wedding

but that's kind of neither here nor there. at least it establishes affinity with the jinyuan alliance mengzhu position. it's clearly got Official / Formal jinyuan alliance vibes to it, which would make sense. esp regarding how jiao liqiao sees him and her position in relation to him (in the alliance, as his subordinate)

okay, here's a bunch of wedding robes:

xiao zijin's, from episode 17

a-fei's ghost groom clothes, from episode 20

jiao liqiao's, from episode 38

they all have the same two long ribbon trimmings down the front, all the way to the floor. complete with matchy sleeve ribbon decorations. this is similar to the episode 5 mystery red robe's gold ribbon design...

compare some non-wedding red robes:

li xiangyi's sect leader robes (episode 12)

jiao liqiao's standard red outfit #1 (episode 5)

jiao liqiao's homey vibes red outfit #2 (episode 17)

jiao liqiao's murdery vibes red outfit #3 (episode 34)

thoughts?? opinions? more theories or any extra clues??

[outer robe for official mengzhu battle armor that never got used in the show? or stashed wedding robe for non-consensual wedding plans that have been in the works for potentially 10 years and counting??]

[atlaculture]

Live-Action Promo Pics: Iroh

Hi everyone, I know I’m pretty late to the party, but I just wanted to give my two cents on the costuming for the second batch of promo pics we got last month. Afterwards, I’m going to be doing a very thorough breakdown of both the fresh and the familiar elements showcased in the new trailer. I’ll also be giving my two cents on the casting for the adult characters, as I feel they’re far along enough into their careers to not care what some random person on Tumblr thinks of them.

Iroh

What I Liked

I know it’s not costume-related, but I have zero issues with Paul Sun-Hyung Lee as Iroh. It’s picture-perfect casting, as he’s about as close to a real-world Iroh as you can get.

Like with Ozai, the facial hair is spot-on. I mentioned in the previous post that Asian facial hair tends to get bushier once the hair turns white. The makeup artists for this adaption did a good job of capturing this phenomenon.

I like the pattern on Iroh’s vest. It reminds me of the kind of interlocking, geometric designs you see on traditional Japanese fabrics.

The construction of the vest also feels very Japanese-inspired. Although less exaggerated, the pleated shoulders remind me of a kataginu, an over-vest that was traditionally worn by Japanese noblemen and samurai. It’s an appropriate inspiration for the Fire Nation royal with the most decorated military past.

I also appreciate how worn the trim on his robes look. Given that he’s been out at sea alongside his nephew for three years, it makes sense that even his finer clothing would look a little dingy.

What I Didn’t Care For

I wish the shoulders of his vest were a little broader and more dramatic, like the kataginu that inspired them. This is just a personal preference, but I think it would really hammer home Iroh’s past as former crown prince and accomplished general.

The red parts of his robe could be a bit dingier looking.

Overall, I would give Iroh’s live action look 9 teapots out of 10: Almost Perfect.

Surprisingly, I think I prefer this look over his Book 1 armor look. I’m a sucker for a good vest. Hopefully, we’ll see a few more Grade A designs from the Netflix adaption.

[asteroidzzzn]

I was replaying Ellie’s Seattle day 3 and got to the point where her and Jesse go to the one building with all the comic posters and where they decide their was a convention there and I got an idea. i was wondering if you could write mordern!ellie taking reader to a comic convention and nerding out. Sorry that was a really bad explanation😭

a/n: dwdw i understood i get u, this is so cute and ur so right bc she would totally do that

comic-con with ellie

pairing: modern!ellie x reader

word count: 0.8k

warnings: just cursing and fluff (✿◠‿◠)

you trudged through the hot crowd, shading your eyes with your hand from the radiant august sun.

you were at a convention with your girlfriend, who had begged you to go with her during summer. for the most part, you had no idea what she was getting excited over, but you happily took pictures of her with writers and cosplayers regardless.

when ellie told you she was going to the bathroom, you divided to wander around the massive space. there were a few popular comics you recognized, such as spiderman, batman, and your favorite, the flash.

you saw bright flashing signs of DC and marvel, fondly remembering the time when ellie gave you a very lengthy lecture on the difference between the two after you had said, "but, they seem the same to me...?"

a booth caught your eye where people were dressed up in intricate armor and handing each other cards. you approached them and studied the cards laid out. a woman sitting on a chair noticed you and smiled.

"hi! looking to trade or buy any cards or figurines?"

she gestured to the array of options on the table.

"um, which ones are from uh...savage starlight? it's my girlfriend's favorite so i wanna get something for her, but i don't know much about it."

"oh, that's no problem," she began shuffling around the cards and placed a figurine in front of you, "these are all savage starlight. you're lucky you came now, it's been very popular."

you pointed to a card of a woman named dr. daniela star. her hair sort of looked like ellie's, and she looked like a badass.

"how much for this one?"

she winced, "about $145, she's extremely rare, and that's the last copy we have."

"oh shit," you chuckled, "it's ok, i'll get it."

you bought the card and stepped away to look at more booths. your phone buzzed with a notification.

els 💗💫: omg babe come here rn

els 💗💫 shared their location with you

els 💗💫: im upstairs behind the x-men wall

els 💗💫: they have one of the cards here that i've been looking for since i was 14!!!!!

els 💗💫: i need to get it

you found your way upstairs eventually and found ellie, grinning widely while holding a trading card. it looked similar to the one you had just bought, with the same trimming and design on the back.

"look what i found! it's the robot one i was telling you about!"

"oh wow, that's great! doesn't that mean you only need a few more to finish the collection?"

she groaned and threw her head back. "yeah, i just need two more. one is way too expensive though, and the other is impossible to find. it's dr. star, the scientist that created the robot," she held up the robot with a disappointed look, then slipped it into her pocket.

you intertwined her hand with yours. "let's keep looking around, i'm sure you can find something else cool."

she nodded as she led you downstairs to continue strolling around the convention.

"you're so wrong! i would be mj and you're peter!" you teased ellie while you giggled as she rolled her eyes.

"fine, but i'm gwen and you're miles," she remarked, as the two of you stepped outside into the chilling air. you continued to bicker playfully as you walked to the car. as you stepped in ellie sighed.

"thanks for coming to this with me. you have fun?"

you nodded, "yeah, actually, i got a funny picture with someone that was dressed up as ronald mcdonald. i sent it to jesse and dina and they said "oh my god, you found your twin."

ellie let out a loud laugh, and you continued to talk about the experience with her, sharing cool things you saw as you wandered around alone.

"ugh about that, i'm still so upset i couldn't find the card i wanted," she said, voice laced with sadness as she shifted the car into gear to drive home. "it's all good, next year they might have it, or i could find it on ebay if i sell an organ or two," she shrugged at you and placed her hands on the wheel.

you placed your hand on top of hers to stop her.

"actually, while you were in the bathroom i found something," you reached into your purse and pulled out the dr. daniela star card, still encased in the plastic protection.

"oh my fucking god," she breathed, her jaw slack.

you bit your lip as she simply stared. a few seconds passed.

"...ellie do you like it?"

"i love you," she said, taking the card into her hands and inspecting it.

you snickered. "me or her?"

her gaze shot up to yours. "you, you. of course," she set the card down to grab your face with both hands and kiss you so hard you nearly tipped over onto the window. she pulled away for only to fall back onto you again, hugging you tightly mumbling "thankyouthankyouthankyou" into your shirt.

she sat back up and took the robot card from her pocket and compared the two of them. she looked like she was in awe. it was adorable.

"you're such a dork," you said.

"yeah, you love it though."

a/n: i hope i did ur idea justice anon 🙏

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[mychlapci]

I got so overboard with this in my notes cause I'm emo and on my period but I trimmed it down, see the vision here. Megatron with a virgin kink finds out that Minimus has done such a stellar job at making Ultra Magnus the untouchable uncorruptible immortal lawman that not only does Magnus still have his valve seals, but Minimus's inner armor and his irreducible form are also sealed. He has this sudden need to break Ultra Magnus all the way to the core, take every piece of Minimus for himself and spoil him for any other mech after him. In a way, it felt just as good for Minimus as it did for Megatron to ruin Ultra Magnus' purity. They both wanted to destroy any untouchable element of that mech he was for so long, it felt freeing in some way to ruin Ultra Magnus and live like a normal mech who does normal things like get their valve destroyed -🌱

hgrhh virginity kink,,,. Megatron is soooo into ruining Ultra Magnus' and Minimus' seals. you don't really get to do that three times to the same person, so he's absolutely going to make it count. i love that it's a healing stepping stone for Minimus, though.

[songofamazon]

My Veilguard coat for plushie Solas is coming along!

Look how handsome he looks! Though working on vinyl in tiny form is obnoxious.

He's got a coat and leg armor now. I need to pattern his other layers now.

I'm proud of those little arrow corners on the coat tails. I'd like to add gold soutache trims to the edge, but that is going to be a hand sewing task, for after Tokyo Games Show.

Because Dragon Age is coming to Tokyo Games Show in 2 weeks! I don't have the time to make myself a costume (and Inquisitor Lavellan is back in storage in the US), so I'm going to make a teeny tiny costume for Solas and bring him with.

[thedinanshiral]

On the choices we make

This week we got the last article in IGN First series for The Veilguard, and many are not happy.

Here's the article, feel free to read it whenever, at your own risk tho

SPOILER WARNING & DISCLAIMER: I'll mention some spoilers for the character creator options for the Inquisitor. And i have not really read the IGN article, just looked through it vaguely but Twitter made sure i knew what it was about. I also got these spoilers earlier when the embargo on the preview event was lifted, so it wasn't really news to me.

In short, the shocking part of the article people are upset about is basically most choices from previous games don't carry into The Veilguard in any significative way. This news caused a lot of people to despair, become disappointed, sad, and even angry. So here's my two cents explaining why the devs decision to trim down the ever growing tree of possible outcomes from all past decisions was a smart and necessary move.

First let's talk about the Warden. It's been fifteen years since DAO, the Warden has served their purpose. Expecting them to still keep on the spotlight forever just isn't realistic. Particularly lore-wise, they're tainted, they're getting their calling eventually, they can even die in DAO. Even if in some worldstates the Hero of Ferelden is alive, searching for a cure, enjoying family bliss with Morrigan somewhere, this is not their game anymore, hasn't been for fifteen years. And it makes absolutely every sense that Rook doesn't get to casually ask Morrigan of all people about her personal life and her partner. Considering the different origins as well it also makes sense if the Warden is simply referred to as the Hero of Ferelden in codices instead of specifying if they're Cousland or Mahariel, that way all origins are contemplated without the need to select which one we chose, yes i'll say it again, fifteen years ago. Please, play DAO again if you must, but just, please, move on. It's time.

Then let's be real here, DA2 is pretty much self-contained. We see the direct consequences of the DA2 events early into DAI. There isn't much to talk about DA2 choices after that.

And now, about DAI...people were left in the Fade, people drank from a well, Divines were chosen. And The Veilguard is not about that. Sorry, but that also makes sense.

The Fade choice: it's pretty much decided that whoever stays in the Fade during Here lies the abyss didn't make it. They're gone. Sad, i know, but it's also been ten years in game as well and Hawke, Alistair, Stroud and Loghain are only human, they can't survive that. The thread many hang on for hope is Flemeth's words to Hawke "We stand upon the precipice of change. The world fears the inevitable plummet into the abyss. Watch for that moment... and when it comes, do not hesitate to leap. It is only when you fall that you learn whether you can fly" , is not a hint towards them surviving the Fade, it's precisely about them jumping into it. Which is what happens in that quest. There's nothing in those lines about making it out alive, or out at all. It's "whether you can fly", not "that you can fly". People always want these games to be DARK FANTASY full of DIFFICULT CHOICES and CONSEQUENCES that CARRY OVER, but when they choose a loved character to make a sacrifice and potentially die suddenly they expect them to have plot armor and return like nothing happened and nothing was lost? That loss was a consequence of that choice, and we all have to live with it and move on.

The Well choice: Solas' reaction to the Inquisitor drinking from the well is a strong one, but the consequence of that was already shown in DAI, in worldstates where OG Kieran exists we can see Flemeth control the Inquisitor to restrain Morrigan when she's trying to stop Flemeth. There's no confirmation on this but it's possible this power is gone once Solas petrifies Flemeth in the epilogue scene. From there we can only headcanon what happened with that power to control whoever drank from the Well of Sorrows; did the power vanish once Flemeth died? Did Solas inherit it when he absorbed her powers? Did Solas decided to only absorb her energy but avoided taking that particular ability with him? Remember, he's against slavery, servitude, and controling others. He's more into killing people in their dreams, petrifying his enemies and blowing up dear old friends' favourite stuff with his insane mind powers for extra emotional damage. If Morrigan is who drank from the well, it could also be she found a way to nullify that binding to Mythal; we don't know it yet but seeing as she appears in The Veilguard with a headpiece similar to Flemeth's it could even be she eventually accepted Mythal's deal. Anyway, the protagonist this time is Rook, and whoever drank from the Well of Sorrows is not something that affects them, or the main events of the game surrounding the Veil and a double Blight. The Well was drank, let's move on from that too.

The Divine choice: honestly? Not geopolitically relevant this time. The Veilguard takes place in Northern Thedas where the main power is Tevinter, which has its own Chantry and its own Divine. We're apparently not going south of the Waking Sea, so who rules Orlais or Ferelden and who sits on the Sunburst throne ruling over the southern Chantry is of no consequence to the regions we'll visit and the people we'll meet as Rook in this new game. Also, it's been ten years since all of that went down, whatever we made happen with the Inquisition could easily have been changed with a rebellion or two throughout the years.

The choices from previous games that affect The Veilguard are all from DAI, because that's the one game directly connected to The Veilguard; whatever happened in DAO and DA2 happened then and there and we've already seen the effects of those choices, sometimes in the same games they were made on. And the choices from DAI that carry on are limited to just three: Who the Inquisitor romanced, if the Inquisition remained or was disbanded, if the Inquisitor vowed to save or stop Solas. These are the choices that directly affect and are pertinent to The Veilguard events. DIRECTLY.

Now this has gotten some people bitter, like the game is serving Solavellans and dropping everyone else in the Amaranthine to die like their worldstates don't matter, but that's not it. Those two last choices are there even if your Inquisitor is not Lavellan, even if your Lavellan did not romance Solas. Remember, the Inquisitor and Solas can be friends too. They can even despise each other. I guess some could argue the romance option is there to cater to Solavellans too but i ask -rhethorically-, is it not relevant if the man set on destroying the world to return to a past long gone has a romantic history with the hero advisor of our new protagonist? Is it not relevant that this particular relationship was his only weakness, capable of changing his mind and stopping his hand??? Better yet, try to explain how it's not relevant. Considering who Solas is, what he intends to do, his role in determining the fate of all Thedas in the past as he is about to do now, Solavellan is very much relevant. A friend Inquisitor is also very relevant. An Inquisitor that wants his head on a platter i bet has much to say about Solas' role in this new stage too. As for the fate of the Inquisition i imagine it might affect how the Inquisitor can play their role as advisor to Rook, if they still hold the title and have some support from the Chantry maybe they can offer different resources or intel than if they're acting independently.

Every game so far has had many different options available, worldstates abound, paths can fork in so many ways and places it's insane to pretend it all carries on and on and on in every following game, when each game presents a new protagonist, a new institution, and its own theme and conflicts to deal with and resolve. In The Veilguard we'll be dealing with blighted ancient elvhen gods set on destroying the world. What is Hawke got to do about it? What could a senior, dying Warden do to save the world now? Even the Inquisitor can only contribute from the sidelines, maybe, we don't know yet.

Apocalyptic events will not wait for what was to come back to soothe our nostalgia. This time it's the Veilguard and Rook's time to save the world, and i'd say we let them. And let's give ourselves a new chance to make new, differenct choices, with different stakes and consequences we'll likely see soon enough probably backfiring on us. The devs worked on this game with the intention of giving us a full game, avoiding a repeat of previous questionable moves (like the main story truly ending in a dlc rather than the base game). In order to achieve that they had to focus, a lot, on how to carry the narrative forward and develop all these new characters, and let's be honest 100% now, that's pretty difficult to do if they're permanently looking back and dwelling on old characters and events. We can't move forward by looking over our shoulders to what was.

I strongly suggest everyone we give The Veilguard the opportunity it deserves, to be its own game as all the previous games were. For many players including myself their first Dragon Age was Inquisition so previous choices were not registered, we had no idea and still had a great time playing DAI and got so invested in it many went back to play DAO and DA2, and dive into the novels and comics, even Redemption, and that CGI Cassandra movie. So past choices not carrying over to newer games isn't the catastrophe some people are complaining over. Also please don't be arses to the devs over things like this, they worked hard all these years to give us their best, they deserve respect.

Lastly, i'd like to share a phrase in my language, "quién te quita lo bailado", which translates to something like "who can take away from what you've already enjoyed?" (the answer is nobody btw). If you already played previous games and enjoyed them, loved them, and played them 50 times over, that's yours, your experience, and nobody can take that away from you; the characters you built, your headcanons, that's all yours, for life.

Can't wait for October 31st so we can keep enjoying this world that for many of us feels like home.

[nekohime19]

Heart behind the lie # 15 : recovery party

First therapy session let's go!

Sun Wukong was pacing inside of his bedroom, looking at the outfits laid on his bed with narrowed eyes. His fur was perfectly cleaned, perfumed by a light peach-scent (thanks to his shampoo), and carefully brushed by his troop. His fur had never been so shiny before, perfect strands similar to the purest rays of light. His marshals teased him relentlessly when they learned that Macaque would be present at the party, saying that he wanted to look good for the warrior. Which wasn't fully wrong, but Sun Wukong would never admit it. 

"Should I go in my armor?" Mumbled the King as his eyes glided over his golden armor. "No, it's too formal. Maybe my usual wear?" He took his favorite piece of cloth, the one he wore on a daily basis, but the red glistening cape and the long phenix feathers seemed too heroish. He didn't want to be seen as the Monkey King, he didn't want to frighten his moon." I'm not gonna go in my tiger pelt." Sighed the King as he removed the outfit from his journey, his eyes lingered in the bright yellow beret he used to wear in his brotherhood days and he removed it from the bed with a tight throat. "The hoodie is too casual… I don't want him to think I'm not taking it seriously." Groaned the sage as he removed the hoodie, he turned towards the leaves kilt innocently laid in the far left of the bed and immediately scowled. "No, definitely no, why did I keep that?" 

Desperate and without any proper outfits, he summoned a clone, hoping to get advices from the one person he could trust with his looks, himself. Sun Wukong gestured to his bed with a hopeless face, still in his bathroom towel. The clone snickered, perhaps finding his problem funny, and eyed the outfits with a thoughtful face. 

"Definitely not the armor." Chimed the clone as he removed the golden piece of metal and the whitish underwear. "Why not your usual wear?" 

"I don't want to be too heroish."

"You're a hero though?" Questioned the clone with furrowed eyebrows. 

"You know what I mean." Sighed the sage as he awkwardly scratched his cheeks. 

"I don't think he would care that much."

"But I do."

"Hm." The clone turned towards his wardrobe and dived in the further back, he took out some old hanfus he never got to wear. "Why not one of those?" 

"I don't know if they fit me, I never wore them."

"Well, if you never wore them then it's not tied to bothersome memories." Argued the clone with a raised eyebrow. 

"… Which one is better?"

"I like the violet one." 

"Yeah, and write “desperate for Macaque” on my forehead while you're at it." Groaned the sage with flushed cheeks. 

"Don't be a grump, it’s just a color." The sage glared at the clone and the rude little thing rolled his eyes. "Okay, what about this one?" He raised a reddish hanfu with a pearl-white slash and trims, paired with light golden pants. 

"Don't you think it's too… garish?"

"Well, you can't know if you don't try it. We're the handsome Monkey King, boss, don't get so insecure it doesn't suit us."

The King glared at his clone and took the hanfu with a scowl, he dressed himself quite fastly and stood before the body length mirror laid in one corner of the bedroom. 

"You see, it's not bad." Happily chirped the clone. 

"Yeah…it's really… red."

"Red is not a bad color, it suits our golden fur."

"Don't you think it's too pretentious? I mean red is usually for royalty or something, I don't want him to think I'm arrogant or-"

"Do you prefer red or violet?" Cut the clone with narrowed eyes. 

"Red… "

"That's what I thought. It's good, you look good."

"Yeah, okay. You think I should wear make-up?" Asked the sage as he twirled on himself. 

"You want to?" 

"Maybe something light, I don't know, it's true I don't wear make-up that often, maybe he would think that's weird." Muttered the King as he gazed at his reflection.

"Hey, don't think like that boss." Sighed the clone as he rummaged through his drawers and took out an ancient make-up box. "We look good with make-up."

"… Something light, okay?"

"Yeah, sure." Chuckled the clone as he waved him over. Sun Wukong sat on the edge of the bed and let his clone work with his face. He was quite satisfied with the result, his eyes were slightly highlighted with black eyeliner and a touch of red was smeared on his lips, nothing too garish, just as he liked it. "Now go get him, tiger!" Cheered the clone, Wukong dispelled him with a flustered flick of hands, why were his clones such menaces?

Sun Wukong took the bag beside his bed table and left the shack with an eager wag of tail. He jumped on his cloud and soared in the sky, flying towards the docks of Megapolis. The sage did propose to host the party on his mountain, but according to the kid it wasn't a place others could easily reach, as such they decided to party in Sha Wujing's reincarnation house, Sandy, he believed. Sun Wukong never went there, and he would be lying if leaving his mountain didn't stress him a little, but he was ready to stomach everything if it meant seeing Macaque again. 

The King could easily spot Sha Wujing's soul with his golden vision, he landed in front of a half immersed sumarin and took a deep breath. He checked inside of his bag, and was relieved to see the warrior's scarf neatly nested there. This piece of cloth helped him greatly these last few days and the sage wanted to thank Macaque for this, as well as returning his scarf, he knew how much this cloth meant to the other. 

Maybe he selfishly avoided washing it, wanting to leave his scent on it, but he knew Macaque wouldn't be too bothered by this, besides washing a century-old cloth was a bad idea. The sage knocked on the door, and shuffled on his feet a little, trying to brush some strays of fur while looking at his reflection on the sumarin windows. 

Sandy opened the door, he looked a little bit disheveled, a cat was napping on his right shoulder, curled up in his neck nook. Sun Wukong couldn't fault him for his appearance, it was quite early after all. 

"Oh, Mr King, you're here early."

"Yeah… should I come by later?" It was quite obvious that nobody was here yet, in his excitement Sun Wukong forgot to look at the time, he guessed not everybody woke up at dawn (something he was quite used to since his nightmarish nights).

"I can invite you in and you can wait for the others if you want." Gently replied the water demon, the sage considered the option and decided to come in, he knew he would only torture himself if he waited at home. 

"If I'm not a bother…"

"I assure you you're not, everyone is welcome here."

"Thanks."

Sandy's house was nice and tidy, full of light, pots and cats. Sun Wukong sat on the couch in the middle of the living room, beside a pile of sleeping cats. One of the fluffy creatures looked up with a faint “mrrp?” and squinted at the King, it stretched, leaving the pile, and trotted towards him, sniffing his hand. 

"Oh, hey bud." Awkwardly chuckled the King, the cat meowed at him, eyeing him curiously, before jumping on his lap. "Do as you please, I guess." The orange furred cat meowed happily and pawed at his hanfu. It was particularly adorable because its paws were entirely white, as if it was wearing socks, like a little gentleman. 

"That's Sock, she's usually not fond of strangers." Informed Sandy. 

"Well I'm honored, little one." Laughed the sage as he carefully petted Sock, she settled on his lap as if it was her personal throne. 

"Do you want a cup of tea?" 

"O-oh, yeah, why not?"

"Which one do you want? I have green, black, oolong, purple, matcha and earl gray."

"Hmm, purple?" Replied the King, he didn't know much about tea, he only chose a color he liked in general. Sandy nodded and disappeared in the kitchen, reappearing a few minutes later with a fuming cup. 

Purple tea tasted good, it had a slight woodsy flavor he quite liked. Sandy settled beside him with his own cup. Sun Wukong wasn't keen on idle talks, but he guessed he, at least, had to be polite with his host. 

"Sooo… you like tea?" A terrible way to begin the conversation really, but Sandy seemed to beam at that. 

"Oh yes! Tea has so many effects and meaning, a nice cup always lifts my spirits."

"Well I never tried tea, not so much, I quite like this one."

"Ohh, if you never tried tea before you have much to learn."

"I guess." Chuckled the King. 

"But I must say you're quite the early riser." 

"Sorry to bother you, I guess I was just excited? It's been a while since I did this sort of thing."

"Oh no, you're not a bother at all. The others will be there in a few hours. MK was quite excited about you coming too."

"He was?"

"He did talk about it a lot, he was also quite excited for Mr Maquack." Sun Wukong straightened at the mention of the other monkey, his tail wagged a little harder. 

"Yeah, I guess Macaque isn't the type to get out a lot, he never was."

"You two seem quite close."

"Not really, not anymore." Nervously chuckled the King, he hid behind the edge of his cup. 

"You know, Mr King. If Mr Maquack and you ever want to talk about your issues, I'm always happy to help. Of course, I'm not a professional therapist, but I do know a thing or two."

"… Thanks big guy." Mumbled the sage, he distracted himself with Sock, carefully scratching behind her ears, the little fluff ball was really picky with her pets. "Anyway, you talked about tea?"

"Oh yes, there are many teas that exist!" The giant went on a long speech about teas and their effects, the King quietly listened while asking one or two questions here and there. It was surprisingly insightful, he didn't know tea could have such depth. 

The kids arrived after a few hours, they came into the house with booming laughter, petting all the cats that dared to approach them. MK lit up like a thousand fireworks when he saw him, he walked over with a skip in his step and a beaming smile. 

"Monkey King! You came early."

"Yeah, didn't want to miss it." Awkwardly chuckled the sage. 

"Yooo, you look good Mr King!" Chimed the dragon girl as she finally freed the poor cat victim of her aggressive pets. 

"Thanks, but, well, I'm the handsome Monkey King, I always look good." Replied the sage with a puffed out chest, MK laughed a little at that. 

"Pigsy and Tang will come in a bit, I don't know about Macaque though." Informed the kid. 

"Our emo boy will come last, he likes to be dramatic like that!" Snickered the dragon girl. 

"That's true." Chuckled the sage as he drank the last drops of his tea. 

Tang and Pigsy arrived after a few minutes, they all settled around a table, nipping at the food prepared by the pig. Sun Wukong wasn't on the best terms with the pig, the demon was still very upset with him (and for good reasons) but fortunately the chef was kind enough to not start any arguments, only side eyeing him from time to time. The sage noticed that his kid, and strangely enough the dragon girl, looked quite tired, their eyes were circled by darkness and they were more sluggish than usual. But when he tried to breach the subject with his mentee, MK immediately brushed aside his words, talking instead of how he was doing with Macaque. 

Sun Wukong decided to stop asking questions for now, seeing as it made MK uncomfortable, but it wasn't over, he promised to get to the bottom of this. 

Macaque arrived at midday, he walked in after being welcomed at the door by Sandy, silent as always, greeting everyone with a nervous wave, settling on the far side besides a pile of cats. His eyes lingered slightly on the King, something that made Sun Wukong's heart soar, before turning towards the kid. It was short, a second at most, but Macaque didn't scowl nor did he growl at him, his face was almost soft, something Sun Wukong would consider a victory today. 

The King hesitated after that, playing with the strings of his bag, debating over and over again if he should head to the warrior. He made his mind up when he caught sight MK's encouraging thumbs up, even if they didn't get to talk much, he should at least give back his scarf. Sun Wukong moved Sock from his lap (she was quite hissy about that) and skipped over the ebony monkey. Macaque looked up at him before he could sit, he seemed to hesitate a moment, before scouting a little, making room for the sage. 

Sun Wukong gulped, throat tight and hands veiled by sweat. He sat and petted the nearby cats, trying to soothe his beating heart. 

"H-hey, here.".Stammered the King as he handed his bag to the warrior. Macaque carefully took it and peered inside with curiosity. 

"Oh, thanks." Mumbled the macaque. 

"Yeah, i-it helped me, thanks."

"You… you wanna keep it a bit longer?" Tentatively asked the warrior. 

"I can?"

"Yeah, it doesn't bother me."

"Thanks." Muttered the sage as he took his bag back, the scarf still nestled inside. His tail thumped slightly on the floor, some cats pawed at it with wonder. 

They stood in silence for a bit, neither knowing what to talk about, or even where to begin. Sun Wukong decided to busy himself with cats, trying to ease his nerves with fluffy paws and cute whiskers. They tried to talk, but each time one of them dared to open his mouth, words would stumble in an incomprehensible way, and they would stop trying in embarrassment. 

"Sandy proposed to help us talk, said something about therapy, I don't know.".Mumbled the sage after a little while. 

"M-might help us, if you want to?" Asked the warrior with a nervous twitch of tail.

"Y-yeah, why not, I mean yes, not why not, because I definitely take this seriously and it's… yes. When do you want to do this?" Stammered the King with red coated cheeks. 

"I don't know, tomorrow, or the day after, let's just enjoy the party for now."

"Tomorrow morning sounds good." Admitted the sage, he turned towards the cats and awed at their cuteness. He felt the warrior's tail brush against his own, a touch so light it might have been an illusion, but something there, so undoubtedly there, it made his heart beat faster. Therapy might do more bad than good, but he was willing to try, he was very willing to try if it could heal the shattered bond he shared with the ebony monkey. 

The silence following was a little more comfortable, filled with purrs and the distant chatters of his mentee's friends. It was nice to see joy flourish on their faces, to hear their laugh, their useless talk. It was nice to simply be here, to enjoy something as mundane as this, to exist in a place without struggling. It felt good to be beside the warrior and to not fear his claws. His presence, his scent, his warmth was something so instinctively comforting, Sun Wukong caught himself staring more than once. 

The party was nice, they ate a little and talked about everything that crossed their minds, cheering for the Bone Demon's end and the King's full recovery. Macaque left in the evening, perhaps tired by all the noise, the King himself was beginning to feel quite tired, not used to that much social interaction anymore. He hugged the kid, and waved over to the others before jumping on his cloud, his bag tightly clutched in his hands. 

He entered his shack with a soft smile, happy at the way he managed to work with the warrior. Yes, it would be undoubtedly hard, and one talk wouldn't be enough to breach everything that happened between them. But it was a start, a wish to sort things out from the both of them, and the mere fact that Macaque was willing to try was enough to made him unbelievably happy. The sage cleaned himself and put on more comfortable clothes. He curled up in his nest, the red scraf tightly warped around his neck. He nuzzled the fabric, greedily inhaling his moon's scent, tail widly thumping on his sheets. 

He stopped the moment he saw three very smug shadows perched on his windowsill. Sun Wukong jumped on his feet, face flaming, and quickly hid the scraf under his pillows. 

"W-what are you three doing here?" He stuttered as he walked over his window, towards his three very amused marshals. 

Ma was looking at him the same way a tired parent looked at their dumb child, Beng was trying to hide his chuckles in his palms while Liu was openly cackling, tears nipping at her eyes. Sun Wukong sighed, he leaned over them when he caught a whiff of a familiar scent. 

"You smell like him…"

“Six-ears fine”, chimed Ma, “looked happy” added Beng with a soft smile. Sun Wukong felt warmth spread through his chest at the idea, his marshals must have felt his joy, they excitedly chirped in between them, af if celebrating a victory. Ma waved him over and patted him affectionately, “good job!”, she chirped happily. Liu, after calming her hollering laughter, tenderly nuzzled him. They left him alone after a few more pets, returning to the lushuring trees. 

Sun Wukong closed his windows, this time making sure the curtains were drawn, and threw himself on his bed. He took the scarf hidden under his pillow and shamelessly dived in it, holding it tightly as if it was a precious treasure, it might as well be for him. He slept well, intertwined with the red cloth, losing himself in the softness. The Bone Demon whisper was still very present, brushing against the shell of his ears, ghostly claws grazing at his heart each time he dared to breathe, but it was bearable, more so than when he was without the scarf. 

He rose early, slipping out of his sheets at the crack of dawn, too excited (and admittedly too scared) to lie-in. They never specified an hour, and heading there too early would only bother Sandy (they did forget to tell him about this sudden talk, now that he thought about it, he hoped the tea-lover would be kind enough to welcome them). Some part of him wanted to find Macaque, and maybe offer him to head over Sandy together, but he knew this was pushing it, and probably uncalled for in their situation. He had to be patient, to not cross any boundaries, for he knew their relationship wasn't strong enough to survive too much pushing. 

Therapy sounded frightening, if he was honest, Sun Wukong wasn’t sure if he could confide in front of a stranger, no matter how sweet Sandy seemed. But if it could give him a chance to see Macaque, to hear him and be heard in return, he was willing to put his unease aside. It was worth it, if it could bring them closer. 

The sage took a long bath, playing with peach-scented bubbles, pawing at them like an over-excited cub (something he did when nobody watched him). Some very embarrassing memories came to him, about him playing with water while the macaque was washing himself, but he decided to not process them. It wasn't the first time Sun Wukong saw quick flashes of his life as a feral monkey, they were always blurry and confusing, but he couldn't stop them from coming. So he observed them with an estranged eye, putting a distance between the feral monkey and himself. 

Sun Wukong dried himself after nearly falling over the bathtub in a desperate attempt to chase after a wandering bubble, something he would take to his grave. He put on his hoodie and comfortable underwear, and munched on peaches while he waited for the sun to rise a bit more. He left his shack around the late morning, soaring through the sky towards the tea-lover's sumarin. His heart was becoming more and more frantic the more he approached the docks, almost leaping out of his chest when he recognized the warrior scent floating around the house. 

He landed in front of the door with a struggling breath, he lightly knocked while playing with the hem of his hoodie, trying to ease himself. Sandy opened the door with a soft smile, inviting him joyously. Sun Wukong walked in with a nervous skip, freezing slightly when he caught sight of the warrior sitting comfortably in the middle of the sofa, cats covering most of him. 

"Do you want a cup of tea, Mister King ?" Gently asked Sandy, bringing him out of his stupor. 

"Yeah, hm, purple, if you have."

"Of course."

The sage slowly approached the warrior, nervously sitting beside him. Sun Wukong was immediately swarmed by meowing cats, some playing with the tip of his tail, others pawing at his ears, climbing his arms. Sock took a seat on his lap with ease, looking up to him with pride, her tail flickering in contentment. 

"So you've been swarmed too?" Muttered the macaque with a playful tone, Sun Wukong chuckled faintly at that, petting the cats swarming him, enjoying being covered by so many adorable fluff balls 

"Yeah, I don't mind though." Softly replied the King. 

"Me neither." Macaque removed the cats playing on his head and leaned over the table, sipping on his cup. 

Sandy put his own cup of purple tea on the table, in front of him, and took a seat in front of the two monkeys. The sage shuffled uncomfortably, feeling the gazes of the other piercing his skin, but he repressed his fear, standing strong. Macaque seemed as nervous as him, even if he was better at hiding it, the nervous twitch of his tail was undoubtable. Sandy offered them a light smile, he petted a bluish cat, one with the same hairstyle as him, and put his own cup down. 

"So I was quite surprised to see Mr Maquack this morning. I'm glad you're both trying this though." Gently began the blue giant. 

"What is… “this” exactly?" Questioned the warrior, which was something Sun Wukong was also quite curious about, he wasn't very well-versed in therapy. 

"Well, it could be anything you want truly, I don't have any specific guideline. It could be a time for the both of you to talk and try to express yourself on different matters, to hear the other, or simply a time to bond. It depends on what you both want, and if you want to continue after today." Sandy waited for the both of them to gather their thoughts, not minding the awkward silence veiling the room. Sun Wukong thought long and hard, trying to put words on his feelings, something he always found hard. 

" I… It would be nice if those could, I don't know, make us talk? D-does it make sense?" 

"The desire to talk and express yourself while also hearing the other is completely natural, Mr King." It felt good to be validated, his tail wagged joyously.

"I think I feel the same." Sighed the macaque. "I would like if those could help me talk about what happened and, well… if it could help us be… better." Sun Wukong's heart skipped a beat at that, he turned towards the warrior with wide eyes. 

"Yeah! Me too." Mumbled the King with an awed face. "I would like that too."

"That is nice, wanting to be better is always the first step for healing and improvement." Nodded the tea-lover. "Do you both want to talk about a particular subject today? Do you want my aid with that? Or do something else?"

"I… I would like to talk about the…most recents issue… me taking care of him and all that, but I don't know how to even begin." Mumbled the warrior as he leaned further in the couch, almost hiding himself behind the cats and the pillows. 

"I… yeah…I think we need to talk about that." As much as Sun Wukong wanted to avoid certain thoughts, he knew they needed to be addressed, he knew he needed to hear the warrior's true feelings. 

"We can begin with something light, if you both feel nervous about it. I have some exercises to help you express yourself if words don't come to you."

"That would be nice." Replied Macaque with a soft voice. 

"Well, you can try to begin your sentences with “I feel” or “I felt” in this case to describe this experience. Me and Mr Wukong will not interrupt you, and simply listen until you're sure you're done." Sun Wukong nodded to show his approval. 

"Okay…" Macaque took a deep breath and petted the cat nestled on his lap. "Well, I felt nervous, I think, to be near you." Macaque stopped a little, eyebrows furrowed, as if he was thinking of a better way to phrase this. "Maybe I felt confused, I mean you were so… monkeyish and all, I never saw you like that. I felt angry to… see you being hurt, and weak." The warrior closed his mouth, hands lost in the fur of a purring cat, there was a storm raging in his eyes. Sun Wukong wanted to reach him, to hold him, to hide him from everything, but he could do nothing. Frozen still, bewitched by what he heard." It felt bad, and overwhelming, because there was so much going on at the same time. I felt overwhelmed because I had to deal with you, the mountain, my own situation, it was tiring." It hurted to hear that, but Sun Wukong didn't dare to even utter a chirp, Macaque seemed almost lost in his own world, curled up inward, focusing on himself." But I felt good too. It was nice to be back on the mountain, to see the troop. It felt nice, in a way, to live peacefully. It felt nice to stop scheming and hating you, it felt kinda nice to spoil you too. But I felt scared of that… because it was good, it scared me, I thought you… you would kick me out once healed. I felt upset, when I learned of your lies, I felt used and… foolish, and scared, because I didn't want you to know… to see this side of me, and I didn't want to leave, I was so sure you would kick me out I just... I'm not… that upset now. I just feel confused, because I don't know what to trust… You don't act like you did before, it's confusing. And I want to feel better." Sun Wukong was trying his best to not let his tears run down his cheeks, an impossible feat, really. 

"This was very insightful Mr Maquack, I thank you for your sharing. Do you also want to express yourself on this particular event, Mr King?" 

"Do I have to use the “I felt” thing?" 

"If you want to."

"Well, hm, it… I… felt… scared. The…my state was weird, and unclear, and… weird, so I felt scared." He didn't want to dwell on that, her ghostly touch wasn't something he was ready to share yet. "I felt confused, when I sensed you, like really confused, so I waited for the trap, but it never came." It was hard to search for the good words, he felt like he was unclear and unhelpful, like he couldn't truly express what his heart was suffering through, it was frustrating. But Sandy and Macaque only listened quietly, waiting for his words, so he pushed through his frustration, setting it aside. "I felt good, when you cared, it felt very good, very nice. I… needed that. I felt… curious? About you, about this side of you. And I felt bad, for lying, but I couldn't…it felt so good, to be cared for by you, I couldn't stop. I...felt bad about leaving the kid, but I… I wanted to stop being scared. You made my fear go away, you made me feel so much better, and I'm sorry I hurted you. I want to feel better, I want to be better, I want to hear you." He stopped talking after that, words stuck in his throat, eyes glistening with unshed tears, he saw the warrior hiding his own tears under a blanket, draping it around his face, retreating in the darkness. 

" I thank you for sharing this with us, Mr King. Do you both want to keep going?" 

"I… I'm sorry… I don't think I can talk more." Awkwardly chuckled the sage. 

"Me neither." Shyly replied the macaque. 

"And that is fine. Let me get some snacks for the both of you, and then we can talk about if you would like another session. I can even share simple exercises you can do at home to help with processing your feelings."

Sandy left his chair and walked in the kitchen, Sun Wukong wiped away his tears, ashamed of them, and scouted a little further on the couch, broadening the space between him and the warrior. 

"You want to do another session? "Quietly asked the sage. "It was nice to be able to talk."

"…. Wukong, we're literally in tears right now, you think we should do another?" Replied Macaque. 

"Yeah, and we will probably end up crying next time too, but it was nice, wasn't it?"

"It's not gonna be nice when we will broach our deeper problems."

"Maybe, but it will help, no? I do wanna get better, with you, if you want."

"… I mean it sounds nice but… can we even get better?"

"We lose nothing by trying."

Macaque didn't reply, but his tail brushed against his own, a familiar weight that spoke of tentative acceptance. Sun Wukong hesitated a moment, before very loosely intertwining the tip of both of their tails, Macaque let him do it, and he couldn't be more overjoyed. 

This was a start of an arduous road, something painful, but also healing. Something he wanted desperately. 

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Older Fern Headcanons

Just a few ideas nobody asked for regarding what would happen post war if he survived and grew up into a young adult:

❥Character: Fern Mertens

❥Tags: headcanons, mentions of death, reckless behavior

❥Taglist: @foxpearlwilder

❥After the war he'd become somewhat of a lone wolf. Feeling like he deserves to be away from Finn, Jake and BMO after trying to kill Finn and side with Uncle Gumbald, but it wouldn't last long because Neptr would've snuck into his grass backpack somehow and the two would become inseparable as if being some sort of loser club.

❥I personally would love for him to give a shot at being his own person again like at the end of (do no harm where he decided to take on a new name rather than become Finn) especially after learning there's other Finn variants like Fionna and Farmworld Finn that are technically the same as Finn but have their own thing going on, so he tries and make those grass aspects of his stand out.

❥Lets say he doesn't get rid of the grass demon and that's how he kept a body, either because he made a contract with it or they started going to therapy together, although in exchange there would be no seed for the tree fort until he dies of old age and that's where the new tree blooms from.

❥After the treehouse got trashed Finn, Jake and BMO stayed with bubblegum in her farm until they went back house hunting. Fern doesn't sleep with the boys so that means BMO doesn't pluck his facial hair at night and unlike Finn, he starts growing a beard sooner than Finn does. Although he's enthusiastic over the fact he has facial hair and Finn doesn't, if he lets it grow too much it bothers him when he wears his helmet so he'd keep it trimmed, like peach fuzz.

❥Would potentially have a goatee around the Fionna and Cake time, I think it would be cool mostly because it would make him look like the knight from that Green Knight (2021) movie 

❥He still keeps his Green Knight armor and uses it during heavy hitting fights like when Finn would use the Jake suit.

❥While Finn grows up and becomes a bit buffer Fern would have a bit of arm muscle but in comparison would be a bit more lean (think adult Finn's body type in Obsidian), mostly because he doesn't fight hand to hand as much as Finn does post Jake's death. The bro is too good with a sword. Maybe when he does get bored of it he'll use his axe or try to dabble in hand to hand.

❥Speaking of Jake's death, Fern is still Finn so he would start becoming just a reckless during his own adventures; "oh there's a treasure in the middle of this volcano? I bet I can go through it with a hand behind my back" like, make things harder than they should be under the guise of being more challenging.

❥With Neptr being his bestie who's always on his shoulder Fern would eventually realize it's a dick move to put the little bot in needless danger, so he either leaves him somewhere safe (like turtle princess's library) and continues risking his life or he comes to realize he can't keep speed running his life in hopes of seeing Jake again, so he'd slow down for Neptr's sake.

❥Would always leave flowers for Jake at his resting place, specifically the ones he can bloom on his own.

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"Can't you stay on your fucking side?!"

Whoever thought this was a good idea needed to be thrown down a cliff. Or off a river. Which ever option gave them a more painful death, because this was painful. Pure agony.

Who's bright idea was it to stuff him in a room with the fucking Failure of a hero and the soldier with a stick so far up his ass he was flossing with splinters. Seriously. They could sleep outside like the dogs that they were, in his humble opinion.

The only good thing to come out of this was that he would get to sleep with his goddess. That wasn't new, per say, he had managed to convince them that he had needed you lest he do something dramatic. That wasn't a lie, not exactly, maybe just an exaggerated truth. Because he did need you. He needed you so badly. He needed to feel your plush skin against his and feel your chest rise and fall. Watch every breath you took.

That was just the way things were.

But he had no idea who these two fell into that equation.

"There are no sides, you feral primate."

If he wasn't in the presence of his Goddess, he would've thrown patchwork over there on his ass. Mark his words, he'd do it the first chance he got. That was a promise.

With a snarl, Sage raised a lip to bare his sharp canines, glowing down at Road rash. How he was ever allowed in your presence was beyond him, but you allowed it and he was not one to go against your word. Even if it ate away at him every second.

"You're right. Maybe you should just leave entirely. Take a long walk off a short cliff?" He offered, readjusting his hold on your hips. It was a bit of a feat, convincing you to let him in, using generous amounts of oil and extended periods of stretching to prep the virgin hole for him. But it was all worth it. It may not have compared to your dripping cunt, that was an entirely different feeling, euphoric in every way, but this had it's pros. This was untouched by anyone. And if it meant letting Knightly down there bust his load in the first two seconds to get him out of the way, then he was willing to put in the work.

Besides, it had gotten you to make an entirely new assortment of sounds that he loved hearing, feeling you clench in an entirely new way.

"Eat shit." Wild snarled back, threading his fingers into your hair. Your eyes, pleading and wide and wet with tears, looked up at him before falling downwards. Any noises you were capable of making were muffled as you masterfully swallowed around the cock in your mouth.

Sage gently brushed your hair back. "You're doing so well for me, sunshine." His eyes caught another pair, making him smirk cruelly. "Doing okay down there, prude?"

Below you was the newest addition, who didn't give an answer. He was too put together, with hair that was clean and trimmed and armor that shined almost as much as the Captain's, but he, in some capacity was them in a way. Which was probably the only reason Sage let either of them near what was his. Calamity, they had dubbed him, Cal for short, was beneath you, stuffed into your cunt as he suckled on your tit like a newborn babe. He seemed in pure bliss as his own eyes turned bloodshot, tears pearling in the corners of his eyes. Every move of Sage's hips that jostled you on Cal had the knight whimpering and crying out, curling in on himself and bringing you with him.

It was all a chain reaction.

Sage would thrust forward, fulfilling his own personal mission on carving his place in each and every one of your holes, and pushing you forward onto Wild's own cock. You would stutter, choke a bit before breathing through your nose as he pulled back just a bit. With the rock forward you would raise just the slightest off of Cal, making him gasp around whatever nipple has attention before Sage would pull you back onto his own, and consequently onto Cal. He would arch up into you, giving a particularly harsh suck and making you moan around Wild's cock.

It was all like clockwork.

And in a way, it was poetic. Every piece moving in sync to directly follow it's predecessor before flowing into the next. Like a well oiled machine, everything would click into place, complete the cycle, only to restart itself all over again and repeat the process.

His divinity was quite the sight to behold. Even as the smell of sex permeated the air and sweat dripped down the glorious curve of your back, he found himself licking his teeth, practically drooling above you. You were always a sight, even after he had thoroughly debauched your form. When your thighs were quivering, glistening in your own cum as he sat up from his feast. When you cried into the pillows and blankets as his hips crashed with yours. When you looked up at him through thick lashes, expression much to innocent for the sinful acts you would preform unto him. You were his favorite muse. His own little reward for the shit that good-for-nothing fake had him do.

And he would cherish you. Even when you insist he share and play nice with others.

With a grunt, he leaned down, tongue dragging alone your spine and up to one of your shoulder blades, coating the patch of skin he settled on in his own saliva before biting. Cooper flooded his sense, making him shudder as the consequences of his actions ricocheted around him. Your sudden gasp and orgasmic moan had Wild stilling, head falling back as his hips twitched. Cal stilled beneath you, arms snacking between Sage's own body and your own to pull you closer to him as he cried out around you.

But you, you were what made it so worth it. Your walls clenched and spasmed over and over again as your entire body shook. Your thighs tried clamping together to no avail as your back arched and quivered. Every part of you seemed to be in pure euphoria as pure lust drawled across your features.

He loved that look.

Letting a hand fall between your legs, he quickly used his middle and ring finger to press against your clit, making your twitches amplify before he was rubbing smooth circles into the nerves. Every roundabout had you crying a new sound as Wild pulled free. His hand quickly ran up and down his shaft as your head fell forward, noises no longer gagged by that good for nothing as they ran free in the air. Sage's hips never slowed, keeping their pace in time with his thrusts.

Your movements never stopped, even as Cal gathered his own bearings, shuffling his hips just the slightest. When he picked up a smooth tempo, you shattered.

And like a machine, it all feel into place. Your head fell back so you could look at Sage, drool shining your lips in a glorious gleam as nothing but pure, empty glee warped your features. The spasms around his cock never ceased before loosening just the slightest. A crash of something wet trailed down his thighs and painted Cal's own as burrowed as far as he could into your swollen cunt. The red lips were soon dripping a milky white as the knight's own whimpers were gagged around your breasts.

Streaks of white painted your cheeks and lips as Wild gently tilted your head back, thumb brushing against the curve of your jaw.

Sage's own hips stilled as deep as he could physically reach, pumping you full of everything he had to offer. Anything you wanted and it would be yours. You simply had to ask him.

A moment of silence fell over the trio, before Sage was grinning, unlatching from his place on your shoulder.

"Hope you two virgins aren't tapped out yet. I'm sure our goddess has a few more in her."