#gotta love hidden waterfalls

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Day 2: Cave Exploration Track: 'Sun' - Sleeping At Last (Spotify / YouTube)

"Do you really know where we are going Kenobi?"

"Faith my dear, have faith."

"I do, but I also have a perfectly good beach behind me that we completely bypassed to wander around these caves for something you still won't tell me about."

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, but his smile never wavered. They had headed out on a small excursion of sorts, Obi-Wan having read about the caves extensively before arriving on the planet. He had been trying to find things that may satisfy a man who is usually living his life in a much faster pace, and in his reading he had discovered something he really thought would do the trick. Caves that were interspersed with long cervices open to the sky above, threading and swirling over and around the coast. It created the perfect opportunity to explore, and some wonderful treasures hidden amongst the dark stone.

Or, at least, he hoped it was perfect. It was his first real moment of doubt as they came to another junction and there were more markings on the cave wall then he thought there should be. But he was pretty sure the partially written over symbol was the one he was looking for, and tried not to show his wavering as he headed to the right.

"Well then, I ask for your patience. We should almost be there."

"Should?"

"Ahem," Obi-Wan straightened himself, turning back toward Rex who stood taller then him anyhow. "I mean, we are."

Rex raised one lean eyebrow, the corner of his mouth going with it. It was honestly a look Obi-Wan couldn't help but associate with the clone even if it was someone else attempting it. Though no one could do it like Rex; the perfect arch, conveying so much that those on the other side of it never needed the question said. And with that smirk there was the addition of feeling like the punchline in a joke that one could never fully understand. Yet Obi-Wan would continue to tell the joke himself so long as it brought Rex this much joy, simmering beneath the surface of honey brown eyes. That if Obi-Wan was given the opportunity to see that smirk, that side eye of disbelief, the look that said nothing but doubt even though he knew Rex had absolute trust in him, then it was worth all of the laughter at his expense.

And when Obi-Wan's only response was to hold out his hand and Rex took it as easily as breathing, Obi-Wan felt that even if he did get them lost, as least they had gotten lost together.

It was an unnecessary worry though as the next bend showed light shining from below. Stone steps were carefully carved into the stone here, making the steep tunnel much easier to traverse. And Obi-Wan couldn't help the rush of excitement again. He could hear the gentle lap of water at the bottom, could see how it shone from further in as they descended, and happily squeezed Rex's hand without even realizing it until the clone laughed quietly.

"Excited, sir?" 

Obi-Wan hoped a bit that the shadow of the caves was still strong enough to cover the blush, but he didn't deny it. He stopped to allow Rex to roll his pants up some, the water curling over the most bottom steps and their mesh covered feet, and then realized there was no chance he could hide as Rex reached out to take his hand again and he couldn't stop the smile from overtaking him.

"Perhaps a bit. From what I read it seems like it will be a beautiful spot."

"For what?" Rex asked innocently, Obi-Wan watching as he stepped into the water with him and the water alone made the clone smile softly. 

"For you."

Rex's eyes flickered back up, and Obi-Wan made sure to let the adoration be plainly visible on him. That his thoughts on how much he wished to give Rex, how special he thought the clone was, and how much he loved him, was obvious. Even in the Force he allowed the feelings to reach out and let it swirl around Rex like the water beneath them. For just a moment the waterfalls could wait. For just a breath Obi-Wan let things stand still and his love for Rex be at the forefront of everything. 

Then it was another quick squeeze of the hand, and a turn back into the cave. It was only a few more turns before the movement of water around their feet became drowned out by the thundering of falls, and the light finally began to truly pierce the darkness. 

"Ready?" Obi-Wan asked.

"Have you ever known me not to be?" Rex responded boldly.

And with another small laugh of utter joy Obi-Wan led Rex around the last corner, to take in a sight that was full of life and light and joy. Greenery managing to grow amongst stone, light danced down the waterfall and sent cascading reflections across the roof of the cave they were in, birds flew and danced about each other, both playfully clumsy and gracefully beautiful in the funnel to the blue skies above. There were even flowers demanding the chance to live even this far down, and there were new endless tunnels sprouting away from them to be explored. 

"It's beautiful," Rex breathed next to him. And Obi-Wan couldn't help but turn toward him, take in once again how the light around Rex made him look so bright and full of life. How it sparkled in his eyes and the water reflected across him.

"Yeah, beautiful."

And if the clone caught the horribly cheesy attempt at flirting, and then kicked water at the near lovesick Master Jedi, only for said Jedi to return the the water with raucous laughter and the start a near juvenile splashing match, then that is only for them and the parrots squawking happily above to know about.

@rexobiweek

[nayelixz]

A Mediocre Date?

After the marriage between Yugo and Amalia, of course they’d want to spend all their time together, though this desire is almost unattainable, due to the amount of work and pick up needed after the Necromes had attacked the World of Twelve. But tonight, Yugo has set up something that he hopes that’ll relieve Amalia from her stress.

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“Oh Sadida, Yugo! You cannot believe how tired I am! I’m almost drained from helping out almost half of the kingdom.”

“Well I hope you’re not too drained, because I have a surprise for you!”

Amalia raises her head off the bed, wondering what surprise her husband has in store.

“But first! You gotta close your eyes.”

“Are you being serious? If I close my eyes I’m falling asleep.”

“Come on Ami, just close your eyes. It’ll be worth it.”

“Alright, but you better lead me there quick or bonne nuit!” (little french joke there… IM ONLY IN UNIT 4 ON DUOLINGO BEFORE YOU SAY ITS NOT FUNNY 😭)

“Oh, It won’t take long, we’ll be there before you can say tofu.”

“To-“

In the blink of an eye, they were there.

“Alright you can open them in.. 3… 2… 1… okay, now!”

As the princess opened her eyes she saw the most beautiful sight she’s ever seen, even more beautiful than the sunsets she watches everyday. They were nearby a waterfall hidden within the Sadida forest and flowers that were shaped into a heart shape, white, yellow, and pink flowers as fireflies filled the air. It was quiet, and quiet was perfect.

“Wow.. Yugo this is.. very childish but surprisingly romantic.”

“Thank- Wait, how is this childish?!”

“Well the flowers in a heart shape? Not saying it isn’t cute because trust me it’s adorable, but it reminds me of something a teen would do!”

“Oh..”

The eliatrope looked slightly upset, he didn’t know that this wouldn’t be enough.

“But, this, it’s beautiful. The waterfall, the fireflies, and the flowers, they’re all beautiful.”

While saying this, Amalia pecks Yugo on the cheek. Making his frown fade away, and turn into a soft smile.

“That’s not all, I got more for tongiht.”

“Really? What is it?”

As soon as Amalia said that, the eliatrope has grabbed her by her waist and pulled her in, to where their bodies are touching, as Yugo leans in and kisses her on the lips. The passionate kiss between the two lasts almost forever, until Amalia pulls away, gasping for air. Seeing the is makes Yugo chuckle, even though he has no place to laugh, his wings are stimming like crazy.

“You need air?”

“Well if I knew that this kiss would last that long I would’ve made sure to take a moment to gather myself! Plus, you can’t be talking, I know you’re way much more happier about this than me.”

“How do you know?”

She points at his hat, his wings still going crazy as ever, making him a little embarrassed himself.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to hide the fact that you loved it.”

“Would I be wrong to say I did?”

“No, I think the only reason you liked it that much is because it’s me!”

He rolled his eyes playfully, of course he’d enjoy it that much, it’s his wife! He hasn’t been apart of any other relationships since. Amalia is his first.

“Yeah, come with me..”

Yugo had grabbed the princess’s hand and had created a portal to the INSIDE OF THE WATERFALL?

“W-Wait YUGO IM NOT-“

Before she could finish her sentence, they were there, BOTH soaked in water, but behind the waterfall looked like a secret hangout, there was two porch swings, one covered in green and white flowers, white cushioning with a beautiful white fluffy pillow, and the other one with black cushioning, with a blue pillow, it seemed less decorated than the other swing, but it still seemed comfortable. There was flowers on the top sides of the roof of the cave-like rock shelter and a little wooden coffee table with the little wooden figures of the gang, Dally, Eva, Yugo Amalia, and of course, Ruel.

“YUGO! Come on! I told you I wasn’t ready to enter the waterfall!”

“Oops.. sorry”

The princess started pouting, after a hardworking day, she didn’t want to get SOAKED by a waterfall. She just wanted to lay down and relax. But then she looked around and saw the hangout area, once again, not over the top but, peaceful.

“Sorry, I- Amalia…”

“Yugo, I know, you tried and thank you for that, but what is this supposed to be?”

“I just wanted to show you this hangout I made for the two of us, just us two, and nobody else.”

“Nobody else?”

“Nobody.”

Hearing this, the princess got a little bit shy.. *He wanted to be alone with me?*

“Now whenever we are doing all that paperwork, we can do it together in the same area, where it’s quiet, and where nobody can find us.”

“Oh Yugo… I really don’t deserve you. You’re an amazing guy and you’re just too good for me!”

“Well I can say the same for you to Amalia.”

“You’re such a dork! A very caring dork..”

The two settled down in the blue and black swing, with Yugo laying in Amalia’s lap as she rubbed his head.

“I love you Amalia.”

“I love you to Yugo.”

((this is my first time writing a kinda fanfic, but yeah i hoped you enjoyed it!))

I JUST NOTICED I PUT PRINCESS THAN QUEEN IM SORRY IGNORE THAT 😭

[alemonyoyo]

No Country for Young Humans - Chapter 7:

Hello! As you might have noticed, this chapter took a while to come out! That will probably be a trend from now on. Currently I am on holiday and we've had a pretty severe injury within my fam so I have to spend more time dealing with that over writing.

Furthermore, I absolutely HATE my writing right now. It is dogshit. I feel very bad for serving you lovelies dogshit.

I'm feeling pretty upset with this chapter, but I felt even worse for taking so long. I think I just need some time to reset a little, but just know I'm always working away at this :)

Missed the previous chapters? Check out the Masterlist!

Words: 3465

Tags: GN Reader, No use of YN, Flirting, Teasing.

Summary: How long will this pursuit continue? And will you have the same fate as the one who perished before you?

Chapter 7 - The Ballerina: BGM: Undertale OST: Quiet Water

The clanging of metal on metal rang throughout the caverns of Waterfall. The dim blue light of the gemstoned walls around you illuminated a shadowed figure on your tail. You felt your heart beat out of your chest, already tired from the running. The ground beneath you was once a dense grass but slowly slouched into a squelchy, muddy terrain. North Star was ahead of you, coping far better on the marshy ground with his boots than you were; slipping and tripping over the difficult turf. You’d be embarrassed if it were not for the fact that his back was turned to you, darting every which way as you tried to escape the monster right behind.

Up ahead you quickly came into a clearing, surrounding each side of the turf was a wide, deep river, one that is far too deep for you to traverse yourself. The space wasn’t much different to those you had passed on your escape thus far, though the ground was littered with these large seeds; pink bulbs cradled in a silky, fine leaf. They somewhat resembled a shrivelled up Water Lily. North Star hurriedly picked up three of the strange looking seeds, rushing to the edge of one of the river,

“Get one more for me, darlin’.�� He called out over to you, and you obeyed, grabbing at one of the bulbs and running over to him. He lightly placed each of them on the water, and you watched as they glided out across the timid surface; One, two, three. When the fourth one slotted into place they bloomed in an instant, revealing a stunning and vibrant fuschia interior.

You nearly panicked as North Star tread on one of the flowers, jumping out to catch him by the arm to stop him from his fall, yet he remained sturdy.

“No need to panic, deputy.” He responded as he ran across the flora path. You followed behind reluctantly, feeling the solid floor beneath your feet as your confidence settled in. The flowers were better ground than the rest of Waterfall had been so far so you welcomed the quick escape with glee.

Once you had reached the end of the path, the flowers quickly wilted, frothing at the lips of their petals before falling to the bottom of the river. You watched nervously at their death, before feeling an urgent tug at your arm.

“C’mon, we gotta keep goin’!” Star pulled you away, as you turned down a sharp corner that nearly doubled back in the direction you came. The path felt rather hidden. 

Shooting down the thin path, Star turned into a minuscule clearing that was right on the edge of another river. In the centre of the small space was a bench with a lone Echoflower drooping beside it. This place seemed pretty out of the way, there was no chance that the Royal Guard could find you here!

You felt yourself sigh, slumping your shoulders and letting the tension wash away like the stream beside you. Flopping down on the bench, sinking your aching back into its weathered wood, you felt Star shuffle in beside you.

“I don’t think that whoever’s chasin’ us will be able to find us here.” He mumbled out under his breath. You could faintly hear the Echoflower right beside the bench mimic his words, though they were not nearly as precious as the real thing. 

You leant your head onto his shoulder, you could get away with a move like this now. Write it off as you being too tired to keep your head up straight, rather than just wanting to feel him close to you. He reciprocates the gesture, leaning his head on top of yours.

The clanging sound of your pursuers footsteps still rang out, but they were far fainter and quite haphazard. The flower's death had covered your tracks, you were safe for now.

“It’s only gonna get worse from here, dearest.” Star grabbed for your hand, squeezing intently, “This bounty that the Royal Guard has on you, they’re hungry for their reward. You might not be able to hide with me for much longer.” The reality was as true as it was bleak, yet you couldn’t find it in your heart to waver your decision to stay with him for even a second.

“I know.” There really wasn’t any argument against it. No matter where you hid and when, your pursuers would only close in tighter and tighter. Even with North Star and Martlet on your side, you would be no match for a gathered team of fighters, nor the King of Monsters himself; Asgore.

“So, when the time comes, you’ll do what’s best for *you*, right?” You could hear the pained smile in his voice that peeled itself out in conversations like these, having become accustomed to his little quirks in emotion. What *was* right for you? To turn yourself in? Hope for mercy? To attempt an escape? Seek refuge on the surface? All were highly improbable. The most likely scenario was your own death, but that wasn’t what was best for you, was it?

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Your voice tugged out in breathy vowels. North Star ran a finger over your knuckles, back and forth. The gesture was rather soothing, repetitive like the rushing of the water beside you.

“When the time comes, you’ll leave and be safe on the surface.” You wanted to slap him for suggesting such a thing! But any frustration and anger that surged within you was released a mere moment after. He didn’t understand; the surface was not all that it was made out to be.

“I- I can’t guarantee anything. I could never make it to the barrier on my own.” 

“You’d have me, and Martlet, the rest of the gang, and Ceroba too, I’m sure. We could help.” 

“Is that really enough to see this life through, all the way to the barrier?” Certainly not. And you would never entertain such an idea if it weren’t for the fact that you could hear the pain and struggle in his tone.

He was silent, contemplative. Let his thoughts silently seep into the air around him, fog up his mind and cloud his vision. There was no way to get him out of this state, you just had to see it out.

Eventually he mumbled; “I don’t want you to leave, just don’t die on me, okay?” The hand that gripped your own shifted around your back, his hand gripping your shoulder as he hugged you to his side. “I need my best deputy to keep me in check.” He chuckled, the mood lifted.

“Hahah, of course. I’ll always be there for you.” You smiled, putting the bleak thoughts away for a while, back on the top shelf where they won’t be fiddled with.

The moment went silent, and all you could feel was the warmth of his hand on your shoulder, and the slight breeze that passed through the cavern. The stomping of your pursuer had long since ceased, the quiet room being quite the escape.

“How did you find this place anyway? It’s pretty tucked away.” You felt North Star shift beside you. It was a weirdly nice feeling, being so close to someone that you could feel their every move.

“Ah, well, Ceroba would take me here on the days when I did sales in Waterfall. She had far more freedom than I did as a kid, so she knew all the best places.” Thank goodness she did, or you might’ve been skewered back there. Though, you did feel the painful pang of jealousy, which could puncture quite a bit deeper than a sword in the right circumstances. Unluckily for you, this moment was bred for envy.

You had heard quite early on in your stay at the Wild East of Ceroba and North Star’s past together, as well as the feelings the two once shared for one another. It felt stupid to cling onto the thought, since it was apparently only a childhood crush, a remnant of the past. Though Mooch had approached you one day with cunning glee and gossiped to you about their more recent escapades; how Star had locked himself in his room for days after finding out about Ceroba’s engagement to a husband you had failed to meet thus far. Perhaps they were a quiet family, and perhaps North Star wasn’t as over Ceroba as the others may say. 

After your realisation with Gerson, Star’s opinion on other’s mattered far more to you than before- If he did still have feelings for Ceroba- well, you were nothing like her!

“You okay, sweets?” Star asked, his breath warm as he spoke so close to you. He had shifted his head slightly to look down at you, where your expression had seemingly soured.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s nothin’.” You looked away and felt him lift his head off of yours, the loss of his presence was emptying, though his hand still grasped your arm, and that was more than enough to keep your heart beating.

“What were you and that shopkeep talkin’ about back there?” Oh, the question finally arrives-

“N-not much. Just some History of the war… Some stuff about humans and monsters, what they were like *before* the war.”

“Well what’d he say?”

“That the relationship between Humans and Monsters soured before the war.”

“I coulda told ya that! Why didn’t you just ask me?” 

“Well, he told me some other stuff-” Was it really safe to continue this conversation any further?

“What kinda stuff?” You felt your face grow hot, a telling sign, but Star failed to read into your fluster.

“Uh, the dynamics between Humans and Monsters. How they interacted, how they treated each other.” Your tongue fiddled for the right words, sieving through synonyms and phrases to help piece together a less incriminating but all around truthful recount of your conversation with Gerson.

“So? What did he say? You seemed pretty interested in all that.” It was cute how invested he was in this; leaning forward, his other hand balled into a fist in his lap. He seemed eager to hear what you had to say.

“Well, apparently Humans and Monsters coexisted pretty well before the war. No power imbalances within the society or anything!” He nodded in response, holding his chin in his thumb and forefinger.

“How well did they get along?” He raised an eyebrow at you, “Did they…” He made some obscene gesture with his hands, and you were hit with the sheepish sense of Deja Vu. You two were so alike in some ways-

“Yeah, yeah they did.” You responded with a small chuckle, hoping the light sound would hide the obvious fluster that had overcome the two of you. “Gerson said humans weren’t his type though.” You added, hoping to play into the absurd nature of the moment.

“Can’t see where he’s coming from personally.” North Star responded with a chuckle, he was so cute like this-

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” You inquired, revelling in the comfort of the thick tension as it hugged around your shoulders. 

“Humans are quite the pretty things, wouldn’t you agree?” He turned to look at you, you felt your whole body go warm. You looked away from him, embarrassed. He had cracked you once again!

“I’ve found monsters prettier than most humans.” You fired back, trying to shave off the embarrassment with your sharp words. You turned back to him, reciprocating the knowing look.

“Ah, to each their own. If this is your way of telling me you have a thing for monsters, then more power to ya.” You scoffed with a smile, punching him in the shoulder. He knew damn well what you were trying to say, but he just had to be difficult didn’t he?

A small tussle broke out between you two, playful punches and slaps. The whole thing was quite childish, but so was he in a way. This whole game of Cowboy was just an elaborate game of pretend that you devolved yourself into with glee. After pinning him down on the base of the bench, you felt the playful energy quickly dissipate. He looked up at you from under the brim of his hat.

“See. Pretty as ever.” He smiled. It was weirdly genuine, lacking the cunning and mischievous nature his smiles held in times like these. 

“Oh shut it-” You responded, shifting off of him. Not today. You couldn’t tell him today- Today was too soon. Tomorrow would be too soon.

When would it be the right time?

“Let’s get going, I think we’ll be safe to leave this spot now.” You spoke out, and his expression faltered,

“Aw, I like it here.” He shifted up off of the bench, readjusting his hat. Something he was quite adamant about. “Fightin’ you is nearly as fun as it is fightin’ *with* you.” He got up off of the bench and joined you by your side. “But, it’s probably time to go. I’m missin’ home already!”

You started off, gathering a couple more bulbs here and there to retread the floral path you had previously created.

“I’m missing it too.” You uttered out, lying the bulbs on the water as they drifted into place.

“Home?” The bulbs bloomed, the two of you walked carefully to the other side, back into the dead end which was now empty.

“Yeah.” The flowers faded behind you as you retread your steps.

“Is The Wild East home for you?” You could hear his excitement, his giddy smile. You turned to see it for yourself, such a pure sight. His shoulders were up by his ears and it was clear that he struggled to stop from clasping his hands together with delight. He was always one to perform such a confident demeanour, full of flirting and brash decisions lined with reckless abandon. But sometimes he’d let the mask slip.

“It is now.” You said with a smile as the terrain around you became familiar once more. It was as true a statement as any. In the Wild East you had a bed, food, water. It was the one place you could go and not get jumped by a barrage of monsters looking to get their hands on your soul. All because Star gave you those things, you could feel safe.

You reached the end of one of the rooms in Waterfall, but before you could descend within a caverned path, Star tugged you out of the way.

“Shh, I hear someone coming.” He pushed you behind some tall grass which in all honesty did little to hide you, but it was better than nothing. Peeking through the blades of grass, you tried to see a little more of the cavern's entrance. Eventually someone came running out, tripping and clamouring into your hiding spot.

“Ow! Omigod. I’m so sorry!” The person frantically spoke, their head darting back and forth in a daze. You could recognise that tone anywhere, but the blue feathers in front of you also gave her away.

“Martlet!” You shot up from where she had tumbled into you, and as you managed your way up from the floor, you reached your hand out to pull her up. She was surprisingly heavy, for such a light and cheerful person.

“Oh! Just the person I was looking for!” Her feathered arms grabbed you by the shoulders as she shifted on her feet. She was the sort of person who was happy at everything. She turned around to see North Star close behind, a little startled at her sudden presence; “Good, you’re both okay it seems!” She spoke out.

“O’course we are. This place has nothin’ on the dangers of the Wild East.” Star responded. Martlet chuckled to herself, always entertained.

“Well, I have good news. It seems the Royal Guard have ceased their search today because of an urgent call in Hotland. Somebody’s broken into the Royal Scientists belongings. Apparently it’s a big deal.” She said all with a bored expression. The ordeal sounded rather intriguing, but to Martlet, *being* the scientist probably sounded far more fun than helping them.

“Does that mean you should be there now?” You responded, and her expression went blank.

“Uh. Well…” She flustered, “Yeah- okay. Maybe I *should* be going. But I had to tell you it was safe now.” She waved her wing back and forth, shaking off her own anxiousness.

“Well, thank you for that. I would’ve been dead otherwise, I’m sure.” You smiled at her, having not seen her face in quite a while. It was sad it had to be under such circumstances.

“No problem! It’s just what friends do. But I have to go be a Royal Guard now so I gotta go!” She turned to go back through the cavern from where she had just emerged. You bid her farewell and then just like that; she was gone.

Following her trail, the two of you headed back out through the cavern, though it seems Martlet must have taken another route for she was nowhere ahead of you.

“Thank goodness that’s over.” You ran a hand across the cavern's walls as you walked. They were thick with grass and moss that clung to the rocky walls. 

“Now all we have to do is get out of here, then we can get back to business.” North Star spoke out. “Business” usually meant gallivanting around with the rest of the Feisty Five, so you were happy to go about it.

Retreading the old territory of Waterfall didn’t make the sights any less stunning. The fact that such a place both so dark and vibrant could exist was astonishing. The underground was obviously a magical place, but the sight of bright waters and an abyss of grass was simply enchanting.

“You seem to be quite fond of this place, hm?” You heard Star ask from behind as you wandered about one of the rooms,

“This place is gorgeous, and maybe I’m getting sick of the sand.” You quickly added, “Not to say I don’t like the Dunes, of course.” You heard him laugh behind you, light and full of joy. That’s what was nice about him, he wasn’t a heavy sort of person whose words carried so much weight that you couldn’t help but slow your life's pace just to keep up with them. 

“Of course, of course. I’ll admit I find it quite pretty here, quite the looker in comparison to the Dunes, that’s for sure.” He caught up to you, meeting your pace.

The grass only got darker and darker, with only the blue light of the mushrooms to keep the path ahead of you visible. It was getting harder to see where you were about to step, though, something off stuck out amongst the dark grass, warm in hue about 5 metres away.

“What’s that?” You pointed out at the object, which stuck out like a sore thumb now that you had spotted it.

“Not sure, we can check it out though.” But you were already off before he finished his sentence. Getting closer, you could see that the item was pink, pleated. Ah! It was a childs Tutu! Leaning down to touch it, you felt the textured tulle fabric between your fingers. It was a strange sight, old and worn and covered in dust. On the hem, however, was an evident blood stain, bright red yet dry and faded.

You felt Star come up behind you as you both stared down at the garment. Monsters didn’t bleed, so whose blood was this?

He tensed up beside you. The answer was obvious.

“Do you know something about this?” You felt the words slip out, feeling like an idiot. The way he looked down ati t, the way he held himself now, looked like he was propped up on a wooden beam, holding him out at an uncomfortable angle. It was clear he did not want to speak on the matter, yet the question had fallen through your lips before you realised.

“I-” He bit his lip, “I think we should go.” He turned to leave, not saying much more.

For his sake, you didn’t prod any further. Perhaps someone else would spill the story instead. Though the thought hung heavy in your mind. That human, that *child* saw a fate that would be similar to your own. But they were so much younger. So much more *innocent*.

You wiped the dust off of your fingers as you left.

***

“Okay, I’ve made it. What’s the problem?”

“Dr. Alphys says some of the serum has been taken. Along with some other medical equipment.”

“Ah, that sure is worrying. What could anyone want with items like that.”

“Can’t be anything good.”

[katyawriteswhump]

power of love, part 15

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(also on AO3 here and as part of my steve whump fic series)

Steve’s back in the loggers’ cabin. He’s kissing Eddie stupid, and he’s loving it.

They’re both done with drinking bad beer, and even more done with pretending this thing between them isn’t real. They’ve gotten their arms flung around each other. Steve’s tongue is happily exploring the depths of Eddie’s mouth.

Kissing Eddie is totally unlike any make-out session Steve’s ever known. The scratch of Eddie’s lightly stubbled jaw against his is… Gnnng, mindblowing! Steve slides his knee into Eddie’s lap, wishing Eddie would jump his bones already. When Eddie snags his fingers through Steve’s hair, it sends literal sparks down Steve’s spine. The insistent brush of their lips is actual fire, until…

… it’s all too much. Steve moans with something other than dumb teen passion, and it feels like his head’s gonna explode. That familiar crimson tide washes through his brain, and then…

“Steve?”

Robin’s voice wrenches Steve back to the present. Oh, yeah. They’re wading along some shitty little stream, hidden between high banks. Somehow, while getting lost in memories of that kiss, his feet shifted forward on autopilot.

She’s following behind. “I haven’t heard those woofy search dogs for a while,” she says. “You?”

I’ve not a clue, Robin. My head’s zoning in and out of Christ-knows-what-crazy-ass-shit, and I’ve gotten a boner from daydreaming about Eddie. Which is fading fast, because when I remember I might never get another shot at kissing him for real, I wanna stuff my fist in my mouth and bite down hard.

“Gonna trust you on that one,” he mumbles.

“We can get out of this disgusting drain then?” He shrugs, climbs up the bank to check all’s clear.  “See anything we need to worry about?”

“Not sure.” Steve frowns, surveying a few dumped cars and a burned-out trailer. It’s a familiar patch of wasteland, a known hang-out for pretty much every teen in the area. “We’re back in Hawkins already.”

“You’re kidding?” She scrambles up to join him and visibly pales beneath her grime and freckles. “Oh my God. We must’ve travelled at least ten miles. In less than an hour and a half.” She glances at her watch and nods emphatically. “Any explanations, Steve? Any cryptic messages from your water-fairy-godparent?”

“Gimme a break! You’re the one who said we’re off to Magic Camp. At this stage—boom! Whatever! Crazy is to be expected.” He sounds chill. Despite the fear jostling him from every angle over what the hell is happening now?  Their gazes lock, and… Jesus, he can read in her manic eyes how her last ragged nerve is about to snap.

“Okay, okay,” she says, “we won’t panic.”

“I’m not panicking."

“Well, I am! One plus side—there’s plenty of nice dry paths leading to Lover’s Lake in that direction.” She points to the wasteland. “Don’t you dare make me get back in the ditch. I am literally wearing duckweed for mascara.”

He considers her suggestion for a few seconds, before that stupid waterfall roars in his head. “Sorry.” He bounces back into the stream. “If we’re believing in this bullshit, then I gotta go the way I get told.”

With the biggest sigh ever, she skids down after him. They paddle onward, hand in hand. She’s shaking weirdly, gasping and gulping, like she’s giggling and crying all at once. Oh, and shivering too. He wants to check she’s okay, but he doesn’t dare speak. Sounds bombard them from every angle, including shouting, maybe a quad bike, and plenty of distant and not-so-distant sirens.

“Look, Robin,” he whispers, when it seems safe. “You’re not in deep shit, like me and Eddie. Maybe you should go home to your mom.”

“Nice thought. Mommy Dearest has probably rented out my room already.”

Steve hums sympathetically, while pausing to mindlessly kick off his trashed sneakers. “If it’s any consolation, when I was reported missing, nobody noticed my parents rushing back.” He’d asked Hopper, casually enough. “I’m guessing they didn’t bother."

“That sucks, though…means we could nip back to your place for a warm shower, clean clothes?”

“Trust me, I’d murder for that. You really should go, but—” The sound of way-too-close voices interrupts him. After a minute longer, shuffling forward, she wrings his fingers crushingly tight. 

“Uh, Steve? Look.”

Up ahead, the waterway flows into a culvert. The entrance is barred with a metal grid. 

“Oh, thanks a bunch, fairy-guardian-water-spirit-angel-parent,” says Steve. “Great short cut, just great!” A dog growls so close that they startle as one, resulting in a loud splash. He shoves Robin toward the opposite bank. “Go! I’ll try… something.”

“How’s that gonna help?” she hisses, letting him bundle her ahead. “It would be kinda sad if you lightning-fried the dog because it’s not the dog’s fault—"

“Scram, will you? I’ll give it a quick shot—mind the freakin’ dog—and be right behind.”

She scrambles into some bushes at the top, and he prays she keeps going. All he hears is goddamn barking. Christ, can it smell my blood? Still, he has to keep it together and come up with some damn heavy rain, and fast, to destroy her scent as she escapes.

He crouches down, conjures up their recent discussion about parents. Eleven told him to channel anger, so that’s a decent start…

Grrrrrr!

Steve jumps up, whirls about. A foam-flecked mouth snarls at him from the top of the bank. He’s faintly relieved to see the canine owner of this huge and scary mouth is on a leash. Unfortunately, the leash is held by a tall guy in khaki, a semi-automatic tucked at his side.

He shines a flashlight directly in Steve’s face. Steve meekly raises his hands. He’s too stunned for real fright.

“You shouldn’t be here,” says army guy. “Woah, you’re filthy! You got papers?”

“Huh?” Hopper hadn’t been kidding about the military dictatorship.

“Got a name, kid?”

He glances down at his Hellfire Club t-shirt, cringes back into the dazzling beam. “Eddie Munson?”

“Outta the ditch. Keep your hands where I can see them.”

Steve doesn’t instantly obey. He’s still trying to figure out if this is really happening, and why exactly he said he was Eddie. To protect him, right? Then Eddie can get clean out of the state. Oh, and because he’s so obsessed with Eddie that he can’t stop thinking about him.

A second later, the dog-handler is in the stream with him. He grabs Steve by the arm, and snaps into a lapel radio: “This is MWD-handler 7. Inform O’Sullivan that fugitive 1 is apprehended.”

…

Eddie POV

The forces dragging Eddie home to Hawkins are suddenly spooking-him-the-hell out. 

It’s not all about Steve anymore. He’s hearing water. Loud running water, which draws him toward what turns out to be a nonsensically pathetic-as-piss stream. He jumps in and follows, even as he starts to panic for real.

Steve said he was hearing water. Now I hear it too. What does this mean? Wtf does this BS mean!?!

He presses on anyhow, finding he simply can’t stop thinking about THAT KISS. He’s reliving it over-and-over. At least, the good parts, before Steve fainted on him. Did Eddie daydream the delicious twisty, flirty things that Steve did with his tongue? 

Then he’s thinking about Steve’s butt. 

You never gave THAT BUTT the squeeze it deserved. Holy shit, Munson, you’re such a loser. 

Most torturous of all, the idea that it might be all over between them… Crap, it makes him feel physically ill. How can the idea of losing somebody he never really had hurt so much?  Oh, and when the heck did he kick off his sneakers and start wading bare foot? He has absolutely zero memory of doing that. Still, the cold water doesn’t seem to bother him.

As darkness falls, he spots some familiar landmarks, and realises he’s only a mile or so out of Hawkins. Which is also totally cuckoo, because there’s no way he should’ve travelled back so fast. For the first time since he set off, he stops dead.

Reality check, Munson—pretty much everybody in this dump you call home believes you to be a freakshow-turned-serial-killer. And you’ve come storming back for some douchebag rich kid who dumped you.

There is, however, a single good side to his progress into Hell. He pulls out his walkie-talkie out of his pack, switches it on, and tunes into Dustin’s coded wavelength:

“Anybody there? This is a code-red. CODE RED!” Okay, being officially too ‘old’ for the Party, he’s not supposed to say that, but desperate times call for desperate—

“No way! Is that you? Over.” 

At Dustin’s reply, some dam deep inside Eddie bursts. His face crumples, and he shamelessly, softly weeps. “Yeah, it’s me, buddy. It’s me.”

“Roger that. What the hell are you doing? This place is overrun with wannabe Nazis.” The hairs on the back of Eddie’s neck stand suddenly on end, and not because of Dustin’s news. “It’s a warzone. You should be in the next state by now!”

Eddie drops the walkie-talkie and shoves his hands in the air. Some military-fascist-knucklehead is pointing an assault rifle at him, though he’s weirdly numbed to the horror of it all. He honestly hadn’t expected it to feel this inevitable.

“Roger that?” says the walkie-talkie.

Eddie grins, so manically goofy that his face aches. 

“Name or papers,” demands the son-of-a-bitch.

“Uuuuuh…” Okay, he’s blown this. Nobody with nothing to hide, blunders THAT answer. “Steve Harrington?”

He said that to protect Steve, right? If they think I’m him, they’ll… torture me instead. Oh shit. Oh Shiiiiiiit!

A big angry dude pummels into Eddie from the side, crushing him into the mud. 

Part 16

tags: @estrellami-1 @kal-ology @finntheehumaneater If anybody else would like to be tagged on this fic or any of my writing, please let me know. Thank you for reading so far :)

(also part of my steve whump fic series on AO3)

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[sakumz]

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. [ m. chiaki x gn reader ]

tw❗: none

" another cut? " kaoru questions upon seeing the band-aid on your finger.

" I'm trying out a new recipe! hopefully he'll like it, " you replied to which izumi sighs from the seat next to you.

" I can't believe you're making bento boxes for chiaki and you started this eversince anzu told you his stupid wish! get your head out of the clouds and confess instead of doing whatever you've been doing, " izumi scolded.

" cmon man, don't be harsh on them. I think it's cute, but yeah do what izumi says. he may be oblivious and just kind to you whenever you hand him the bento but it's best you don't trick your heart! " kaoru encourages, earning a glare from izumi.

" you say that as if you don't trick other girls' hearts- " izumi was interrupted when chiaki barges into the conversation.

" hey! it's break time, can't believe you guys kept talking when the teacher was still here, humph. guess that's what happens when you sit next to one another, " chiaki playfully pouts as you sigh at his cuteness.

" chiaki, you're gonna eat with ryuseitai today right? well I made this for you. let me know if it suits your taste- " you hand him the bento as izumi cut the conversation.

" meet them after school chiaki, they've got something to tell you, " you look at izumi shock and bewildered, is this what you called betrayal? kaoru can't help but giggle at your expression.

" I gotta go but yeah I'll see ya, y/n! thanks for the bento, " chiaki runs off as you glared at izumi.

" what's that about! I've got nothing to tell him wahh you're horrible! curse you and your pretty face, " you grumble.

" hey it can't be that bad hahaha, maybe telling him your feelings will help. thank your knight in shining armour! " kaoru laughs as the aura around you felt thicker.

" yeah, just tell him. get it done and over with, goodluck, " izumi smiles. a sarcastic one, it feels like one.

[ timeskip ]

ironically, izumi at least told chiaki on your behalf where to meet. kaoru wishes you goodluck before wandering off to god knows where. standing like an idiot, near the school fountain. you can't help but feel a sense of falseness. what if chiaki forgets the meeting and this is what being played tastes like.

" y/n!! I'm here, sorry for being late! " chiaki shouts, snapping you out of your thoughts. you can't help but let the tears fall, when did the tears even well up.

" gah! don't cry, " chiaki comforts, pulling you into a hug.

" I can't help it... I thought you stood me up, and everyone was toying with me! " you cry out as chiaki rubs small circles around your back.

" I'm sorry, really. if it makes you feel better, let's go out for ice cream! " he cheers, ready to pull you out of the school.

" n-no... it's not like that, I wanna tell you how I feel, " you say as he stops and sits down on the fountain, patting the spot next to him as you follow suit.

" I love you alot, hurry up and reject me so we can continue on with our days, " you rushed out your words as he stares at you dumbfounded.

" but I love you too, the bento you make. those were delicious! I dont love you just for your cooking, everything about you is lovable. you're kind, sweet and gentle. I can't help but smile whenever someone mentions your name. you're a wonderful person! " hearing him say all that, you can't help but flush red and cry even more. how can a sweet guy like him even exists. chiaki panics upon seeing you cry more.

" i-i love you, really, " he finishes as you attempt to calm down.

" I love you too, " you smile.

kaoru and izumi were hidden somewhere close, hearing the conversation. izumi can't help but sigh over you crying waterfalls, kaoru smiling at the newborn young love. they're happy for their dear friend nonetheless.

---

a/n : he looks a lot like natsuya kirishima. 🤔🥹 even the personalities match slightly maybe

[myths-tournaments]

Awful Characters Round 1 Part 2 (3/8)

Propaganda under the cut!

SANDER COHEN

In the novel, he made a guy fuck an octopus. Yes. A literal octopus. He also tortured people with his great “pal” by first doing stuff like burning their bodies and then freezing them to see their faces. Also he just, plastered in bodies. He also helped with a child trafficking ring that was one of the main sources that caused little orphaned girls to become little sisters. Bro took be gay and do crime but didn’t so silly things like, rob a bank, become a mafia member. His crimes would made it so they would’ve invented a new form a punishment for him. Believe it or not, the only reason he was never punished was because he was in a city underwater the whole time. Why do I like this horrid man? I don’t know. I just do. Maybe because he has one of the best stages in bioshock.

ZABUZA

He is a super cool and skilled fighter. I love his relationship with Haku (platonically in canon, nothing else is stated at least, Haku is like 15 years old and Zabuza is 26 y.o., fandom can be quite nasty about the Zabuza & Haku topic, no matter what one says or what ones head-canons are) He has a badass big giant sword. He has a cool design and outfits. I like that his mask is basically just bandages, and sometimes he wears cow pattern! A grown-up man who unironically wears visible cow patterns! Gotta love it! His techniques are also pretty cool. He uses water elements. I love water! He can conjure up fog and envelop the wider area around him in thick mist. He has also water attacks like water dragon bullets or waterfalls. He can conjure clones of himself from water and make prisons of water were he can keep enemies. Zabuza's academy were he trained to be a ninja made death matches to determine capable fighters. After killing hundreds of fellow students, he was, yes, the most capable fighter (after that they stopped this practice). He became known as the Demon of the Hidden Mist (Hidden Mist is the name of his village). He was against the government of his village and wanted to fight against it, unfortunately he was betrayed by his fellow fighters D: He had to flee from the village, during which he met a boy, Haku, who became parentless because of the turmoil. At first Zabuza did not want to have anything to do with him, but Haku somehow stuck to him. He then trained the boy to become a mercenary like him. After all these events, Zabuza's life spiralled downhill and he lost the focus and his big dreams. In the end, the boy Zabuza had half-raised was not only a weapon for him, but the person closest and most important to him and Zabuza was allowed to die next to him (Haku died before Zabuza to protect Zabuza).

[silkclan-gossip]

SilkClan – Leafbare Update (Moon 3) By Snakepaw 🐾

Leafbare is here, and things are definitely getting icy—both in the forest and around camp. Some of the cats are warming up to each other, while others… not so much. Here’s what I’ve overheard (and caused) this moon. Let’s dive into the drama.

🌕 Major Events:

Stoneraven's Change of Heart: Stoneraven has been rethinking how they feel about Larkweb. Guess they’re willing to give him another chance after all. Maybe Larkweb’s finally trying to get his act together? About time.

Larkweb’s Rumor Mill: Speaking of Larkweb, I overheard him spreading a nasty rumor. Not sure who it’s about (yet), but it’s clear he’s still got some things to work on. I’ve got my ears open for more.

Prey Sharing: It’s a season for bonding, I guess? Pondquill and Wisteriaspeckle shared prey, as did Burrowfleck and Posyclaw. Oh, and Clear swapped prey with Posyclaw, too. Maybe that’s just how they show friendship—or something more? Who knows, but everyone seems to be getting cozy.

🌿 Clan Drama:

Parsleykit’s Attitude: Pondquill was at his wit’s end dealing with Parsleykit’s bad attitude all day. Can’t say I blame him. Parsleykit is getting more annoying by the minute. Meanwhile, Robinkit thinks Basilstar has been acting suspiciously all day. Maybe Robinkit’s onto something… or maybe kits are just paranoid.

Big Prey Haul: Posyclaw and I really stepped up for the clan this moon. We caught a ton of prey, enough to keep everyone’s bellies full for a while. Leafbare’s rough, but hey, we’re doing what we can.

The Loner’s Tragedy: Burrowfleck found something heartbreaking in the forest—a dead loner queen and her kits. None of them made it. That’s the harsh reality of Leafbare, I guess. Burrowfleck hasn’t said much about it, but you can tell it hit him hard.

Clear’s Secret Meeting: Guess who snuck out again? Clear went to the border to meet their lover but was totally crushed to see their lover with a clanmate. I don’t know who the clanmate was, but that’s gotta sting.

Suspicious Pawprints: Wisteriaspeckle sniffed out some suspicious pawprints along the border. The thing is, it smelled like a SilkClan cat, so Wisteriaspeckle didn’t bother following up. No big deal… I think?

🐾 Snakepaw’s Gossip Corner:

"Larkweb’s been feeling pretty down lately. Turns out being a prick has its consequences. He’s decided to do better now, but we’ll see how long that lasts."

"You know what’s cool? Pondquill found a tiny waterfall and spring while out on patrol. It’s kind of a neat discovery—makes me wonder what else is hidden in our territory."

"Meanwhile, Robinkit’s been busy playing with a stick, while Parsleykit is just being plain annoying. I swear, that kit’s got it out for Pondquill. Can’t wait to see how that plays out."

"Oh, and Burrowfleck is thinking about taking on a new apprentice. Wonder who it’ll be?"

Relationship Watch:

Prank Patrol: I teamed up with Larkweb this moon to play some pranks on Burrowfleck and Parsleykit. Honestly, it was pretty fun—at least for me. I’m not sure Burrowfleck or Parsleykit would agree.

Crush Alert: Here’s something juicy: Posyclaw has a mild crush on Burrowfleck. The best part? It’s mutual. Yeah, that’s right, the feelings go both ways. Let’s see if they make a move!

Duskpaw’s Dislikes: Not everything’s love and fun, though. Duskpaw still can’t stand Wisteriaspeckle and Minkpelt. Can’t say I blame him, honestly.

That’s all the juicy details for this leafbare. Things are getting a little weird around here, and I’m all for it. See you next moon!

– Snakepaw 🐾

[smbhax]

Quick plays of a bunch of Neo Geo Pocket and Neo Geo Pocket Color games in Mednafen!

Kikou Seiki Unitron JP-only RPG sequel by SNK 2nd party Yumekobo. My old notes say this came bundled with a Japanese "slim" NGPC I wanted, that I had only played the first game, Biomotor Unitron, very briefly, and that I wasn't impressed with the "Pokemonesque" gameplay here, greatly preferring the likes of Card Fighter's Clash. That will probably still be the case. Nice presentation though. Translation patch from romhacking.net only does 1st few minutes of intro, and menus. Could be a decent RPG.

Neo Turf Masters Saurus' (SNK 2nd party?) version of Nazca's Neo Geo golf game. Doesn't have RPG stuff like Mario Golf but I was getting into the actual golf part. Some wild course stuff like being atop a huge waterfall. Can't save mid-course in-game? Emulator solves that I suppose. Want to play this more. Waitasec, I have MVS/AES version from the Humble Bundle NEOGEO collection. Well now I gotta try that (I think I thought at some point MVS/AES ver had flashing FX? Not seeing them at the moment).

The King of Fighters: Battle de Paradise Your avatar hops around a board triggering King of Fighters-themed button mash minigames, most of which aren't very fun. (There's a pretty fun hidden game if you put the cart in a b&w NGP, haven't done that yet, need to use an older emulator.)

Cotton: Fantastic Night Dreams Amusingly drawn cutscenes with a silly young witch; boring horizontal shooting.

Faselei! Rather lovely solo mech tactical strategy by Sacnoth. "Program" your mech's next series of moves by socketing action-specific, upgradeable "chips," then watch them play out alongside the enemy's moves. Lush presentation.

Neo 21 The card game in slightly jank graphics.

NeoGeo Cup '98 Plus Initial, b&w version of…

NeoGeo Cup '98 Plus Color Kinda cute national team tournament soccer w/ absurd clothing stat-boost items to collect (don't get too attached--thieves will steal them). Gameplay's a bit maddening as it seems nearly impossible to pass to your CPU teammates, who a) are usually offscreen and b) always seem to run the other way than you'd expected; meanwhile, the CPU always has 2-3 players right on you. Back in the day I found a spot to shoot from pretty far out and to the side that goalies couldn't block; darned if I remember where it was. ; )

Dynamite Slugger Seems like a pretty good baseball game by ADK and I am terrible at them, specifically here the very streamlined pitching, and the fielding where I always press the wrong base button to throw to. Not as flash-screen heavy as the "Baseball Stars" games (Saurus did the NGPC version of those), but there is a strobing effect for a home run. : P Nice graphics. Maybe some day I'll have an inning where I hold the CPU scoreless…

Pocket Tennis Earlier, more challenging version with fewer characters and less animation--more challenging because serving is touchier and your character has a shorter reach. : P

Pocket Tennis Color By Yumekobo. Movement feels good until you try to coordinate it with hitting the ball, at which point I encounter mysterious whiffs, dives that take me away from the ball, and hits that often don't go in the direction I wanted. Feels more like ping pong than tennis a lot of the time. Some weird courts with hard-to-read nets. : P My old notes point out that the CPU doesn't move on defense, so you just hit it past them.

Of these, the games I have marked to come back to are Neo Turf Masters (the MVS one, at least, and possibly this one to compare), KOF:BdP for the b&w hidden game, and Dynamite Slugger.

Session: https://youtu.be/NXEMPA2eMR0

[skaruresonic]

For a positive SA2 query, how about your favourite level for each character? :)

Sonic - Crazy Gadget. City Escape is iconic and all, but Crazy Gadget is one of my all-time favorite Sonic levels because it shows an incredibly vibrant and dynamic side of the ARK, one which elevates it from "cool space station" to the "feels Sonic enough to me to count as a proper Sonic stage" category. This is a side of the colony rarely, if ever, glimpsed in subsequent games. (As much as I love ShTH, The Doom and Lost Impact feel too clinical and gray at times.)

The environment is alive with constant motion; you see cargo get shipped and loaded outside the observation glass; the gravity changes with a flip of the switch; you can slide down upside-down rails and take a ride through pneumatic delivery tubes. Propelled by high-speed platforming, it's just a blast all the way through.

I'm amazed that sections of the floor light up under your feet. That couldn't have been easy to implement on the Dreamcast. (Don't forget the Xbox references on the walls!)

From a narrative standpoint, Crazy Gadget is one of those Sonic levels where the story lights a fire under your feet. Because there are high stakes attached to your typical goal of "gotta go fast," you feel it more keenly, I think.

Deem's voice acting really sells the intensity of the situation. Even knowing he's programmed to bark at the player every two minutes, it seldom fails to have an effect on me when he chides Sonic for being "too slow" and warns him that if he doesn't "come here, she will die!" I love it.

---

Tails - Prison Lane. I love the environmental details they included in order to make it feel like you're traversing a treacherous maximum-security prison while making it seem neglected at the same time, crowned with rust and plunged in dreary gloom. The prison is simultaneously crammed with robots and strangely lifeless, what with a lack of facilities and cafeterias. You're always being watched by the cameras Portal 1-style.

The gears churning as the elevator carries you up; the steam spouting from the pipes; incandescent tube lights bolted to the walls flickering erratically, despite that never really being anything the average player would be given reason to notice... All of it paints a pretty sordid picture of the prison, and you can suddenly see why Tails worries about Sonic being stuck here.

Plus it's just plain fun to shoot everything in sight and this is the quickest level in which to mow them down lol

--- Knuckles - Tie between Wild Canyon and Aquatic Mine. The former because it's easy to navigate while providing interesting sights and the latter for letting us relax a little with a mysterious, lowkey vibe nice for spelunking. I also like how few enemies are in both; it really makes you feel like you're on your own.

--- Rouge - Dry Lagoon. While normally I'm not wild on SA2's desert stages, this one's really pretty with its butterflies and oasis theme, and fits well with Rouge's general character. It's lowkey enough to be pretty stress-free, which is fitting for a first level. It's also the only level that really takes advantage of Rouge's ability to swim; it's a shame she doesn't get to swim more in later levels. Can't forget our helpful friend, Mr. Turtle ;A; In addition, Dry Lagoon boasts a unique glitch wherein Rouge can climb walls and dig underwater. If you stop at certain points, she might be able to stay there indefinitely.

--- Shadow - White Jungle. Despite being the Dark counterpart of the frantic Green Forest, the atmosphere is different enough to distinguish it as its own thing. Moodier, more somber. Almost ethereal.

The sound of rushing waterfalls and the white sheens of mist blanketing the jungle almost make you feel as though you're experiencing it for the first time alongside Shadow. The landscape is full of hidden dangers and curiosities we don't have time to stop and contemplate. Fog... it doesn't bother him.

--- Eggman - Why must I choose. Cosmic Wall go whee. But Iron Gate also go whee. Fucking shit up is really fun in both these stages and you'd practically have to do nothing in order to win like Luigi get anything less than an A rank in the former. Lost Colony also go whee with a quieter more mysterious tone. hhhhh

[themurderofcrowscollective]

I may be shit at this but I gotta do it

I've been stuck listening to Emilie Autumn's music and I want to make a Victorian AU for Soapghost. Or something along those lines, like a fairytale AU or something like that but make it a bit realistic where Soap just knows he is never being saved and decides to save himself when he could've just played the role of the helpless sire in distress. Ok the fairytale AU seems to work well now. Soap is locked up in a tower by a cruel king (his father) because of a curse (is this referencing Shrek? yes, I don't care) that makes him transform into a monster (werewolf definitely) where the curse can be cured by true love's first kiss. He wants to desperately see the world and all it brings but there is a dragon keeping him stuck there. 18 years he's been kept in that tower, and at the ripe age of 19, he's had enough of playing the sire in distress he's been unfairly assigned. So one night as soon as he is turned into a werewolf, he breaks himself out of the tower and fights the dragon that's been keeping guard, killing it in the end and heading out on his own to explore the world. The cruel king finds out when he sends a guard to check up on his cursed son, and hires the best monster hunter out there; He has no name but he is known as The Ghost throughout the lands, working with a band of monster hunters who all have their own special abilities. Safe to say, they're all cursed themselves and turn into monstrous things. Ghost starts at the tower, following the bloody pawprints that begin to change into footprints and stop at a lake. It's clear that someone has camped out there and washed off the blood, but there's footprints in the mud left behind. Only a few miles away does the trail go cold but Ghost can sniff out the scent of a werewolf, only for him to call onto his comrades to help him track down the beast. It takes days to find the beast, the whole squad making up hypotheticals as they travel to many places. Could the beast have killed the prince? Could the prince be the beast? Did the beast kidnap the prince or did the two work together? All questions are answered one night, as the team find themselves hidden in the trees and bushes near a waterfall. There they see the Prince, sitting near a campfire and looking beaten up before the moon shines on him and activates his curse. Howling to the sky, Soap groans a bit as he stretches before hearing a twig snap behind him, causing him to lower his stance and growl as he searches for the source. Sniffing the air he knows he's being watched so before he could be subdued, Soap puts his campfire out and runs for it but the monster hunters are far more prepared; before he could make it far, he was captured in a net and without getting a chance to see his captors, he was shot with a tranquilizer. (more on the way cause of the fucking word limit)

[mojoomojojo]

Aww are you gonna wet yourself honey? Think you might soak your pants? I won't be mad if you let it go. I can't imagine how tempting the idea of just letting go into your pants is. What a lovely waterfall it would make as you lose control; I love the sound the most, the quiet pattering almost hidden behind a groan of relief.

mmmf 😖😖😖

i gotta hold it still

no ohhh no please don't say that i said i would im gonna do it oh

[umichenginabroad]

[week 4] Prague to Paradise

Ahoj everyone!

Welcome back to my blog where we have officially passed the halfway point of our Engineering in Prague program! I am currently on a 10 hour train ride through the alps back to Prague from this week’s weekend trip, so shockingly this blog may come out on time! 

Let’s get right into it with a little bit about my classes from this week. On Monday we had a midterm for my Engineering Statistics class which was a bit difficult but hopefully we did well? I also had a quick midterm for my Cross Cultural Management class which was very straightforward, followed by a trip to the European Parliament experience in Prague. This was a really interesting experience where we learned about how the EU parliament works to pass legislation and even participated in a simulated activity where we played certain countries and parties in the EU and attempted to pass certain laws. It was a really eye opening experience and showed us a bit more insight into European politics. Closing out the class week, I had my final for my Cross Cultural Management class and officially finished up with that course for the summer. I highly recommend this course if you are interested in learning about different cultures, interactions, anthropology, sociology, psychology, and international business. 

Now for this weekend trip, this was the trip I was most looking forward to and it was to Lake Bled, Slovenia. I was initially planning this as a solo trip but was able to convince a friend to come with me on this journey. We woke up bright and early Thursday morning and began our 10 hours of train rides to this hidden gem. Shockingly, we made it to the final train station without any issues despite us having 4 transfers and there being an international cellular data outage while we were traveling (gotta love Verizon). When we arrived at the station in Lake Bled, there was a massive thunderstorm where we couldn’t walk to our hostel and with the lack of service we were a bit stuck. Fortunately, we met two Finnish girls who were able to call a taxi and offered to split it with us (shoutout Moona and Heela). Upon arriving at our hostel, the rain finally cleared up and there was a double rainbow which honestly set the tone for this trip. 

Friday morning, I had booked a white water rafting tour for us where we ventured through one of the most beautiful rivers in the world surrounded by insane nature. Our Slovenian guides were super knowledgeable and let us swim in the freezing yet refreshing water. It was definitely one of the coolest experiences I've ever had! We even saw a bunch of horses afterwards which were so adorable too! 

For the rest of the day we explored the town surrounding Lake Bled. We took a traditional Pletna boat to Bled Island and then hiked up to Bled Castle for some of the most insane views of the lake and mountains. Up on the castle we had a local Slovenian wine tasting and discovered a traditional printing shop. We also stumbled upon a wedding on the top of the castle which was pretty interesting to see ahaha. 

On Saturday we woke up super early and went to the alpine coaster which was a bit sketchy but really fun with some amazing views of the lake. After that we had the brilliant idea of renting mountain bikes to go to Vintgar Gorge. The ride there was so so difficult because it was basically entirely uphill directly in the sun. However once we arrived at the gorge, it was completely worth it. We were required to wear helmets as we ventured through the rocky terrain and were met with some of the most breathtaking rapids, waterfalls, and canyons. We then hiked back to the start of the gorge which was about two miles through the mountains with some insane views. Thankfully the bike ride back was much more enjoyable going downhill lol. To finish off the night, we watched the Germany vs Denmark Euro Cup match in our hostel’s pub.

On Sunday morning, we began our trek back to Prague and are currently on our final 6 hour train traveling through the Austrian alps. Moving into next week, I’ll have some friends visiting for a few days before a bunch of us head to Barcelona for the weekend! Thank you so much for reading and I’ll see y’all next week!

Matt Sinanis :)

Aerospace Engineering

Engineering in Prague 

[bergamo-money-bergamo-problems]

"Oooh, two bad ass biker babes riding a hog through the town? Now ya talkin' my language," Harley cooed as she ran her fingers over the new duds, "Gotta admit, I liked the tension of the latex all over me, and flauntin' what I got was fun in my other stuff, but this? Oooh mama, ya girl does like the feel of leather on her skin."

A fresh tug on the pants, a few lacing and tightening of straps here 'n' there, and she'd gotten her fresh leather bottoms and boots on, the black and red split straight down her middle. She turned to put her back to Nina as she hefted the corset over her head and slid it down to her newly upgraded breasts.

"Mind gettin' me tightened up? I ain't gotta breathe no more so feel free to tug on those laces until I'd make Jessica Rabbit blush for bein' too anatomically exaggerated, yeah?" Chuckling at herself, Harley let out a little sigh.

"Ya know, maybe it's the fact that I'm programmed to be happier now, but I really am lookin' forward to explorin' life without limits. Or at least, life with limits way, way beyond what I was used to before. More strength, more love, more pleasure, more power... a gal could get used to bein' a bimbot."

Once dolled up and her head was properly ensconced in her helmet, she jerked her thumb over her shoulder. "So this place have like, an elevator to the street, or a hidden ramp that shoots us out the back of a waterfall or somethin'? I know most mad scientists go for the whole "island lair" thing, but I feel like that'd be too distant from Gotham."

The first day of the rest of your life.

@bergamo-money-bergamo-problems

Place. This was. A place. She was in. A place. Awareness. Identity. Self. She was a person. This was her, in a place.

She was naked. Utterly naked, and... hairless? That was a thing, to feel your skin so completely that you could notice the LACK of body hair. Head hair? Yes, she had that. Part of her mind could even track it. Knowledge of hair allowed a little thing to blip up and then vanish again, too quick to see. Not quite like a visual cue, but a knowledge that something was being accessed.

That she was not allowed to access it?

Her skin was flawless, pale, so pale it looked bleached. Natural, but white, not ruddy but like when she put on the makeup. She could see that, before really getting up. What else?

Well. Rounded body. Not pudgy, not in the least. Breasts. God those were massive! Perky, puffy nipples. Her hands could explore her body, feeling every smooth rounded curve, the idealized perfection.

Thoughts? Clear? But not? Something was balanced, but not really. She could think clearly, but her mind had been... assigned a target of Devotion. Not that it might conflict with what Harley was already feeling before this, because that was a given.

[Unit N4N1 is your Mistress.]

And that came with more details, as the gender-less, emotionless voice in her head provided her new frame's identifier [H4RL] her location [Breeding Room 4] and her status [Active].

She was not... 'sane'. That probably was obvious. She was also very able to be clinical, almost detached about things. But all the traits of devotion linked to her highs and lows had been set around one person...

And that person opened the door to her glass case, to the room she was 'stored' in, and came to lean over Harley, a vision of chains and black leather in a gothpunk style.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Nina asked.

[manic-nova]

Genshin Men Cheering You Up When You're Sad (Inazuma Edition)

Summary: Some self indulgent anecdotes that won't cure your depression but might hopefully help at least a little. I'm hoping to make this a series, so we're gonna do it by region, starting with Inazuma.

Featured Characters: Gorou, Thoma, Arataki Itto, Kaedehara Kazuha.

This post is Safe For Work! However, my page is still 16+. If you are under the age of 16 you may interact with this post but please do not follow me.

Gorou

He's super flustered and panicking at first. He just really doesn't like seeing you cry, so he'll be quick to ask you a million questions to figure out what to do to cheer you up, just to realize after while that he's got a trump card in his arsenal.

"I'll tell you what, y/n. You can't tell anyone about this, but if it'll help you feel better... you can touch my ears."

You'll instantly perk up and walk over to Gorou with this giddy smile, grabbing at his fluffy ears as gentle red hue brushes across his face. He won't admit how much he actually enjoys the feeling, but you're not blind to the wagging of his tail, nor are you deaf to the sound of his whimpers. Poor baby, because for all he tries to be tough and imposing he doesn't have to try hard to be so freaking adorable!

Arataki Itto

You’re sad? Well, don't worry, because Itto has now made it his personal mission to not leave your side until he's made you smile or laugh at least once. If you're gonna be stubborn and not give into his cheesy puns and jokes, don't even think about it. Some may find this a bit of an ick, but he'll definitely tickle you if that's what it takes. What can he say! He just loves to see you smile, and every time you cry he never wants to see you cry again. That's the Itto you'll get in this scenario 90% percent of the time. It's the other 10% you've gotta be worried about.

If you're really upset, and it's clear someone has hurt you in no small manner, especially if you show up to him physically injured, the poor sap who did it to you better already be on his way to the ports in Ritou, because that's the only way he's getting away from this oni. No one messes with his gang, especially not his y/n, and if he doesn't get to see his y/n smile because of some low life who decides to hurt your feelings than they will feel the wrath of the crimson oni.

Thoma

If you had plans to do anything productive that day despite your mental state, forget it. Thoma's not letting you out of his sight, and he's gonna pamper you all the way back to your bubbling, smiling self. You want hot tea? Consider it done. A home cooked meal? It's already in the oven! And yes, a warm set of sheets are on there way as you speak. He's already asked Ayato for permission to leave the estate so he can personally tend to you, so you're gonna get the royal treatment, and no's will not be tolerated.

Of course, there's also plenty of him sitting at the foot of your bed and listening to you rant, and cry, and let it all out. He's there to offer you advice should you ask for it, but if not, feel free to bury your face into his shoulder and stain his sleeve with your tears. No amount of stains and dirty plates and laundry are too much to handle for him. After all, it could not possibly equate to the pain he feels when seeing you in such disarray, and if you just need someone to hold you tight until you drift into sleep and forget about your pain with the distraction of dreams, he'll be there. He'll always be there, no questions asked.

Kaedehara Kazuha

His idea's for handling sadness typically start with: "there's somewhere I'd like to take you if you do not mind." You were naturally pretty skeptical, because when you're sad it can be hard to get yourself up and moving, but it's Kazuha, so you agreed, but it always paid off. Kazuha has an exceptional eye for beauty and an innate ability to find hidden gems among areas that may seem desolate. Mountain peaks that glow in the light of dusk and dawn, hidden waterfalls incased by hanging vines in caves that echo melancholic sounds of wind and trickling water. He never ceases to surprise you.

He'll show you things so beautiful that you'd nearly forget in the moment why you were sad in the first place, but should you remember, he's already got a poem or at least something deep and introspective to tell you. He's the first to remind you of how strong and amazing you are, and how despite the fact that you don't really need his help to face this he's there and waiting whenever you may want his support. He'll serenade you and blow you away with his words like his vision, and by the end of it you're smiling, face tinted rosy pink as you feel the warmth of his delicate but weathered hand intertwined with yours.

A/N: Hi everyone! It’s been a while, but I would just like to first of all say Happy Valentines Day, and second that I have a number of drafts I hope to finish soon! As always, feel free to dm me or put suggestions in my ask box, and if you’d like to see part two, please let me know, and let me know which characters you’d like to see!

[elysian-i]

Hidden

Summary: Tension arises when you're left alone with your brother's best friend (Requested)

Warnings: Smut. Modern!Au, Step brother!Theo. Brother's bestfriend!Draco. Mediocre Writing :’)

NAVIGATION

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Rain sprinkled—more like poured down like waterfalls outside, the sounds of water spilling and sprinkling bringing in a peculiar kind of comfort, that comfort was however disrupted as your stomach grumbled.

Groaning, you rise up from the warm bed, dragging your feet to the kitchen to grab some food. But you stop for a moment; and you think about him.

Draco Fucking Malfoy.

That incredibly attractive boy that had possessed and infatuated you in every way a person could.

The same boy that also happened to be your brother's best friend and was therefore totally off the table.

It was something that you couldn't quite have, even if that's all you wanted.

Gathering all the courage within you, you stepped outside of your bedroom, tip toeing your way over to the kitchen as if to not draw any attention; but of course; of course his sharp brilliant eyes had caught your sight.

His cool shades met yours and for a moment, the concept of time didn't exist.

"Y/N!" Theo suddenly called out, breaking the contact you were silently having with his friend.

"Yeah?" You question, trying to act as cooly as possible.

"I've gotta go out, and I was wondering if you could keep Draco company?"

Your teeth grazed your lower lip as your mind settled his request, your stomach tightening even more at the mere thought of being left alone with Malfoy.

"I don't need a fucking baby sitter" Draco finally joined in, arms spreading across the couch,

You looked at his disheveled figure, it was almost shocking how a person could prove to be so gorgeous even while messy.

A black hoodie covered his muscular figure, grey sweatpants on his long legs, and his hair curling softly at the ends.

Damn you Malfoy for being so fucking beautiful.

"I know, I just want you two to get along. My Best Friend and my Sister "

"Step Sister" Coaxed the blonde, smirking teasingly. Theo scoffed, pressing a small kiss to your cheek "Whatever, I have to leave. Try not to kill each other"

The door slammed shut as he left.

And as soon as his footsteps faded, you hurried off to your room, only to be stopped by his husky voice.

The things that could happen now. Lord, was it painful.

"Won't you stay love?" He teased yet again, mischief still present in his eyes, and that same stupid smirk on his pretty face.

"No"

"Why not?" He suddenly stands up and you're again reminded of just how fucking tall he is. Tall enough to tower over almost anyone and you felt like a little doll underneath him.

"B—because I don't like you"

It was the truth, but not for the reason it should be. You didn't like him because of the way the world spun when he was around. Not because you actually disliked anything about him, not that there was anything to.

The chuckle that came from him at your comment was warm and deep. Making you feel silly.

"Well, we'll have to make you like me then, won't we?"

"I— uh, maybe"

Metallic silver eyes are on secured on your face, and a hand moving to the curve of your hips. Smirk still dancing on his lips as he leans down, nose nudging against yours and lips almost—almost touching.

When your hand meets his and your fingers tangle in his.

He kisses you.

His lips are soft yet harsh. They're gentle yet rough. You hand curls around his neck, pulling him down. You knew that it wasn't okay nor would it ever be, but the way your lips and your tongues synced; the way your hands touched every place that yearned to be tended, for made it seem to be.

It all felt okay.

A squeal leaves you as you're swept off your feet, hands wrapped around your thighs tightly. He gently places you down on the couch, pulling away for a moment to yank his hood off and throw it away,

Toned abs, hard chest, smooth soft skin. Draco was a fucking angel.

"You want this yeah?" He asks before joining you on the sofa. "I do" You quickly utter out, pulling him down to feel his mouth on yours.

He kisses you breathless before disconnecting from you only to pull your shirt up and expose yourself to him.

He mutters a `Fuck` to no one but himself as you're set topless in front of him.

"You're stunning darling" Draco groans, bending down to play with your tender breasts. Toying and sucking your hard nipples.

"You don't know— the fucking waiting I've had to. I've wanted to fuck you, so fucking badly"

You moan at his words, savoring the kisses he leaves on your neck as he removes both your bottoms. His slender fingers rub circles on your clit as you writhe in bliss.

Carefully, he slips in a finger inside you, another digit joining in soon after. His fingers are buried deep inside your cunt, stretching you open to take his cock. He gives you a few pumps before pulling them out and sucking on them seductively.

His cock is just as you had expected it to be. Just perfect. The length of it, how thick it was and how pretty it looked, all veiny and erect, pre-cum leaking from the tip down to his shaft.

"Please, I need you to fuck me, " and your begs are pathetic, desperate.

"Look at you begging me to fuck you, you didn't seem to like me before, what changed hmm?"He hums, stroking his cock softly against your cunt.

"Fuck please—Draco"

The way his name left your lips and the way every syllable was heard like a song was more than enough to convince him.

Draco quickly rummaged through his sweatpants, eager to find the condom in his pocket. Impatience bubbles inside you as he rips open the foil and slips the condom onto his length.

And finally.

He's inside you.

He fills you in completely.

Hits in every spot as he slowly starts to thrust. "Fuck baby, you're so damn tight" Draco whimpers as he picks up his pace, taking his time with you.

"Draco—oh fuck" Moaning you throw your head back, letting him take you as he pleases. He starts to plunge in deeper, grunting as you wrap your legs around his waist.

He pulls out of you for a moment, grabbing both of your legs and placing them over one of his shoulders as he starts to pounding into you again.

"You feel so good" He moans.

Hips snapping against yours, exchanging breaths, skins barely leaving any space inbetween.

You can feel yourself getting close and you can feel him too. His thrusts are brutal as he chases after both your highs.

"Fuck— together?" He asks, kissing you softly.

"Together"

With one last powerful and hard thrust, you both cum. Stars blurring your vision as pure bliss runs you two over.

It was euphoric.

He pulls out slowly after giving you some final pumps, shakily removing the condom and securely disposing it on the trash.

Draco kisses the top of your head, pulling a blanket on both of your bare bodies as your head rests on his chest.

No words were spoken, the stares said enough.

Finally he breaks the silence.

"Don't tell you're brother. We have to keep this Hidden"

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[pandasized-crevice]

MY KINNPORSCHE EP 6 FRESH JUST WATCHED THOUGHTS

MOVE IN TEAMS LETS GOO

they got the motherfucking drones out here yall

tf is bodyguards rule

ROCK PAPER SCISSORS PLEASWE

clown music yall just......clown music the entire time kinnporsche are stomping around the forest

WHERE'S MY LOVE PETE

aw lord he's watching vegas

POL SIR WAKE UP

NOW HOW'D VEGAS KNOW HE WAS BEING WATCHED IF NOT FOR THE MOLE HUH H U H

then again it's not like pete & pol are so wonderfully hidden

bread & mosquitoe spray! yum for a stakeout!

not the condoms VEGAS LEAVE PETE ALONE

FIRE AND I BELONG TOGETHER POLITE BUT HOT KINN WHAT FUCKBOY SHIT IS THIS

MY SLOGAN NO FUCKING WAY

porsche PLEASE make fun of that man PLEASE I CANT

well not right to his face anyway......

kinn has been smiling so much he's precious

PORSCHE BRINGS HIS CHILDLIKE SIDE HE KNOWS HE CAN BE HIMSELF WITH HIM

AYYYOOOO A SMOOCH NEAR THE WATERFALL

kinn you whore don't call porsches weenie small

TF A SKELETON??!!porsche is me rn

KINN IDOL DREAM??!!!

wheres my porsche owns a beach bar & kinn is the singer there au??!!!

wait can't mile actually fr sing??so this should be good right???

porsche dont laugh PORSCHE DONT LAUGH

oh serious yall.....

OH HHHHH

poor kinn fr he had to take on all the responsibility that tankhun had originally and he wasn't ready/built up for that

OH NO PORSCHE MY LOVE

the little face porsche makes i love him

KINN YOU HE HE REALLY SAID THAT

r we gonna talk about it???????......IG NOT BUT WE SHOULD GUYS

AHHH THE SCENE YALL AHAHHAHA

KINNS SMILE HIM NUZZLING PORSCHE S T OP

NOT FREE FALL PIANO

oh shit ITS EVERYONE

KINN JESUS WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING

UMM WHAT THE HELL WHY WOULD THEY DO THAT FOOLS

yay they're holding hands:D

KINN JUST WANTS FREEDOM DAMN IT

AH PORSCHE CALLING KINN CUTE

oh SERIOUS agin

HUH WE TALKING ABOUT IT

Ii hate porsche, giving a thumbs up, hes JUST LIKE ME WHEN SERIOUS SHIT HAPPENS

no doubts huh.........sounds fake besties

i hate them

WAIT PORSCHE LOT ON PURPOSE

YALL WAIT PLEASE IT DONT GOTTA BE LIKE THIS

oh

OH

KINN YOU BASTARD YOU KNEW HOW TO GET FREE??!!

HIT HIM AGAIN PORSCHE

oh

OH WHAT OMG KINN

HAHGABAHBGH crying screaming throwing up SHAKING IN MY BOOTS

SHIT ITS NOT OUR PEOPLE

PORSCHE KING YALL SAW THAT KNIFE THROW

NOOOO KINN

shit did porsche get shot to??why isn't he moving more

STOP NO THIS CANT BE

CHAN YESSSSSS ARM YESSS

okay okay so peteporsche undercover at a casnio next ep.....AND PORSCHE ARM & PETE WORKING FOR/WITH VEGAS NEXT EP???!! from the preview it seems like vegas is telling korn about a plan(maybe having porsche work for him??)& he agrees??? if i don't see a bed ridden kinn throwing a fit then whats the point