#hand veins. cool stuff :D

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okay, cool cool cool

[illshakeyouallnightlong-dean]

Take Me To The Sun (Pt. 2)

Part 2 is here! :) Here you can read part 1.

Just a little angst before we get to the good stuff.

It’s been 10 days. 10 days of agony, of turmoil and regret and anger - so much anger. I’m the only third year left. I’m expected to carry on my co-section leader responsibilities as if the absence of Garrick is a minor inconvenience. The early sun rises with a flourish of pinks, reds and oranges and all I can do is relish in this fleeting moment of peace. 

No one seems to care or notice that they aren’t back yet. I can’t help but seek comfort from Rathnait, my only anchor since the moment we left Basgiath. A warmth of what I could only describe as security floods down the bond. 

We can’t worry about things that haven’t been confirmed yet, flare. She knows my true questions, the things that I can’t bring myself to ask or think about. You must think about today, where we will go. Graduation day. I would be assigned to my outpost today, and by this evening I would be gone, my journey at Bagaith over. Turning away from the river, I make my way towards the flight field. The few third years left of this school congregate, awaiting as Colonel Aetos and Commandant Pancheck begin the assignments. 

“Congrats on graduating, Section Leader. It is a shame that Wingleader Riorson and Section Leader Tavis aren’t here to accompany you.” Colonel Aetos nearly sneers at the mention of Xaden. The obvious disdain is unsettling as he rifles through different papers. “Ah yes, your assignment. Due to your signet and the savagery of your red swordtail - you’re being assigned to the eastern wing…specifically, Samara.” He grins at me, almost maniacally as if the post is a joke. Rathanit snarls in my mind, rage igniting the very blood in my veins but all I can do is take the papers from his hand, saluting in acknowledgement. 

Where are you, Ray? My hands tremble, crushing the papers beneath my hold as I make my way quickly towards my room. 

I’ll be there soon, flare. Unless you need me now? 

I halt in the middle of the empty hall, knowing in a matter of moments the rest of the cadets will be awake to get into formation. Pressing the heels of my hand into my eyes, I can’t help but rest my back against the cool stone. 

Samara is the front line. Trying to get the ever rising beat of my heart under control, I must not panic. I am a rider. 

Are you afraid, flare? I shudder at her question, not wanting to admit the fear, the panic. But I know that she can feel everything, hear all that I think. 

They aren’t here. He isn’t here. A whimper escapes my lips, the reality of it all just crashing down like rubble. I will be going to Samara, there is no avoiding it, there is no changing it. While I had spent years trying to survive Basgaith, I would be sent to one of the most active posts in the region. I wouldn’t see Garrick. 

“Section Leader? Ar-are you ok?” Dain Aetos stands before me, hands out as if approaching a scared animal. “We need to get to formation,” I don't hate the kid, knowing that following the straight and narrow path is the life that is meant for some people over others. However, that doesn’t mean I want him to see me having a mental breakdown. Giving him a small nod, I manage to get myself to stand before fully looking at the Squad Leader. Something’s wrong. My own senses are beginning to go haywire. My signet. Only Xaden and Garrick knew. Command and Bagaith are under a different impression as to what it is. The manipulation and detection of emotions however was a daily venture, there was no turning it off, there was only controlling it and questing it and right now Dain Aetos was a mess. 

“I would ask you the same thing, what’s wrong?” I question him, dusting off my flight leathers. I don’t miss the way he flinches at my question, his hesitancy. “Do I have to give an order to know?” 

Taking a deep breath, he stands tall despite the sorrow in his eyes, “Xaden and the rest of the squad he took with him are being declared dead at formation.” I startle myself at the immediate sob that escapes my lips. “Leadership has been looking and there is no sign of them.” Feeling the agony of his own loss, it feels as if a tidal wave has pulled me under. The roaring from Rathnait in my brain feels as if it will explode any second. Dain’s grief, his regret all barrel into me with no filter, no shield. Rathanit’s confusion and rage down the bond. My own sorrow, my own heartbreak. There is no stopping it. There just is feeling it. Unaware of the stream of tears that roll down my face, the taste of salt jolts me out of the shock, the horror. 

“Round up everyone, squad leader. I’ll be at formation in a moment,” I murmur, the assignment papers feeling like large weights in my hand. He turns away to head towards the Quadrant, “Dain,” I call out, sounding like a garbled mess. “Thank you for telling me.” His own eyes glisten with unshed tears as he nods. 

My flare. I hear her call out, though to reach out seems like so much energy, all I can do is let her in with no barriers, allowing her to be there in the comfort of my mind. I’m coming, flare. 

Standing at the bottom of the stone dias. Everyone in formation, I don’t bother to look around. There is no one here to look for anymore. There is no Wingleader, there is no co-section leader - there is just me alone at the front. I didn’t bother to look at my squad, not being able to look at their questioning looks. I was known for being put together, not a hair out of place, no rumpled leathers, no dirt unless necessary. I’m sure the current state of me was a shock. Strands of hair fell in front of my face, eyes dry and cheeks raw from the tears. 

Captain Fitzgibbons overlooks formation, reading off the death roll. “Violet Sorrengail.” A moment of silence as all eyes look to the stoic face of General Sorrengail. “Garrick Tavis.” My heart feels as if it bleeds on the very floor I'm standing on, flinching harshly at the reading of his name. “And Xaden Riorson.” Captain Fitzgibbon’s voice rings out echoing around the quadrant. “Well this is awkward,” a voice calls out. Gasps are heard around the quadrant, even command seems unsettled by what’s happening. My knees seem to be locked in place, unable to turn around and see what is going on. My breaths turn into small gasps of air - no no no it can’t be, I’m dreaming. Dain said. I need to wake up. Heavy footsteps approach behind me, and two individuals take up position on either side of me. A calloused hand brushes against my own.

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i was thinking… what if yeonjun or beomgyu x fashion student s/o who mainly uses(idk if this is the right word😭) him as their muse and makes all projects and stuff based on their bf,,?

ahhh this is so cute!!! the way i jumped at this bc it made me giggly :") i explored a little for both, so hopefully that's okay! >:D enjoy!

✿ pairing: beomgyu x reader, yeonjun x reader (both separate scenarios!) / non.idol!au / college!au / reader is a fashion major / fluff / minor cursing (none with ill-intention!) / word count: 242 words (beomgyu's), 284 words (yeonjun's) ✿ in which your favourite person is your muse for your creations and he's a little more than "okay" with helping you out... [masterlist 🌸] / yeonjun's is below the cut!

[🐯] accurate depiction

beomgyu adores being by your side whenever you're in your creative zone of doing sketches for upcoming designs. by no means is he a fashion student but he admires it all the more considering it's you. he had offered his lap as your seat a while ago and he's quietly watching you sketch the designs. 

paper after paper, sketch after sketch, it's the current one that you're working on quirks a smile on beomgyu's face when he notices the hairstyle, the silhouette and features of this one looks oddly like someone he knows that he suggests–"the arm should be a little shorter than that,"

with a raised brow, you lift the pencil from the paper to look at beomgyu, "hm?"

"i mean if you want it to be more accurate. my arm's shorter than that."

beomgyu watches as his words sink into your brain; clicking in your mind that you know he knows you're probably going to ask him to model for this new set of designs. (as if you hadn't asked him for the previous sets before that)

"it's okay, as long as it'll fit me properly when it's made," he snickers, resting his chin on your shoulder. you look back down on your sketch and don't intend on changing anything but the decision to add a small scribble of slightly shorter arm length made beomgyu chuckle as he presses a kiss to your neck and resumes being a quiet watcher.

[🦊] got it

"what's it going to look like this time?" yeonjun asks, trying to look at you despite the fact you're trying to take his back measurements. 

"it's going to look like the wrong size if you don't stop moving." you quip back and he quietly follows suit to stay still so that you can take the numbers to his body figure properly. when you've got all the details you need from him, you go back to the table only to have yeonjun's arms slide around your waist to get a peek at–"c'mon! i'm the model! shouldn't i get to look at what it looks like?"

you intend to cover it up with your hands but... with the way he's pleading with his best puppy eyes and a jutted-out bottom lip, you sigh and move your hands from the sketch for him to get a look. initially, you were feeling a little antsy about the design but the way yeonjun's eyes light up and the gasp he lets out is more than enough to reassure you that–"it looks amazing! i can't believe i get to wear it!"

"you think it's cool?"

"cool?! i think it's fantastic!" he exclaims–excitement buzzing his veins–but after a couple of beats, he notices the small smile on your face that settles on your lips. it was uncertainty, the anxiety lingering in your veins. he focuses on you now, gently turning you around so he can get a good look at you.

"it's as amazing as you are. and you should feel confident and proud," his hands cup your cheeks, giving your head a light shake, "got it?" 

gingerly, your hands reach up to lap over his with a grin, "got it."

[misslavenderlady]

A Little Bit Country, A Little Bit Rock ‘N Roll - Chapter 14.5

Summary: We pick up in that special scene of chapter 14. Michael and David consummate their relationship under a starry night sky~

Please read the previous chapters of my series before this!!

WARNINGS: N.s.f.w./Smut/18+ Readers Only, kissing/making out, undressing, teasing, handjob, oral, anal fingering, semi-public sex, anal sex, riding/cowboy position, love making, post-sex cuddling, smoking

Chapter 14 Chapter 15

"David," he sighed out, breathless and lightheaded with lust. 

"Michael."

"How about instead of singing about that kinda stuff-" Michael started, eyes hazy as he traveled his finger across David's chest. "you show me instead."

Never in his life, both living and undead, did David ever want something so bad. This was happening, and he'd never been happier. That feeling only grew stronger as he pulled Michael back in for a kiss.

All the while, the fire crackled as the light dimmed. Forgotten as the lovers focused on only each other.

David felt a deep growl vibrate in his throat and chest as Michael tugged at his jacket, fiercely impatient at how many layers were keeping them apart. Though for a moment he worried he let his human mask slip with the sound, Michael only showed delight rather than fear.

"Frisky boy~" he chuckled, pulling away from David's lips so that he could focus his kisses on his jaw and neck. 

The way Michael's rough stubble contrasted with the softness of his full lips felt wonderful on his chilled skin. 

He wanted Michael. He wanted to go completely feral. Claws ripping off their clothes before fiercely going at it like animals. For vampires, they could be quite needy when it came to the pleasure shared with their mates. Still, they were never greedy, always making sure their partner was satisfied. They had all the time in the world to enjoy one another. To provide for their needs.

That was the only thought in David's head. Making Michael feel pure, hot pleasure. 

"Kiss me, baby," David purred, helping Michael finish tugging off his T-shirt before grabbing at the human's clothing. "Fuckin' need to kiss you again. C'mere~"

Michael let out a shaky sigh as the cool, night air hit the bare skin of his chest. Even with the temperature of the wind, he wouldn't be cold tonight. Not with the warmth of the fire and the heat of being embraced by David keeping him safe. 

David pulled at Michael's hips, coaxing him into moving on his lap more. The body heat Michael carried as a human was intoxicating. All that blood rushing through his veins, driving his senses wild. He could feel very clearly just where most of it was rushing to. Michael’s hands ran through his platinum streaks of hair, eager to feel more of him with each kiss. The racing thumps of his heart were the perfect background music to David’s ears. 

"D-David~" 

"Yes?"

"Fuck, I'm so turned on right now…."

Boy, did that do wonders to the vampire's ego. Having a handsome, blue-eyed, tanned farm hunk all riled up while perched on his lap was like a dream come true. A smirk stretched across his face as he traced the lines of Michael's muscles chest and down over his abs. 

"Oh? Is that right~?"

"Y-Yes," Michael sighed, eyes fluttering as David's hand trailed lower and lower down his body. "I'm harder than a damn rock."

He wasn't exaggerating about that. The front of his jeans was poking outward, showing off a rather impressive size to the blond. David was practicing salivating at the sight. 

"Well, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I let you struggle with that?" he smirked. David gently pushed Michael off of his lap so that he could guide him down onto his back. Michael let out a soft sigh as he lay against the plush fabric of the blanket he had been on before. 

He and David weren't separated for long, as his lover had his lips on his skin once again. Hungry kisses peppered along Michael's chiseled body. Every inch of his strong jaw, firm chest, and toned stomach was spoiled by the teasing touch David gave him. 

Michael deserved a thousand kisses. A million. No matter the number, David would most certainly provide. 

Slender fingers swiftly worked to unbuckle Michael's belt and tug the denim jeans down. The moment Michael's bottoms were pulled away, his cock sprang to attention, causing him to moan out in relief. 

"My my~" David said, already feeling a new wave of hunger take over his body. "Do I dare make the joke?”

Michael tilted his head in confusion.

“Joke?”

“You being hung like a hor-”

“Oh my god, shut up, you dork,” he snickered, covering his face with a hand to hide the embarrassed smile and red glow on his cheeks. 

“Well if you insist~”

Despite the playful banter, David didn’t want such a moment to be all jokes. He wanted to show how serious he was about giving pleasure to the boy he cared so deeply for. Warm kisses traveled down Michael’s happy trail before making their way across the throbbing manhood. Michael shivered under him, trying to get used to the sensation. All the while, David’s tongue took over, gliding along the length, finding a path over it and up to the tip. 

Should the day come when Michael learned what he truly was, David would have to test the skills of his serpentine tongue. That would certainly have the human seeing stars. 

But such a day could wait. He was more than capable of pleasuring his lover in his human disguise. Lips wrapped around the thick tip, sucking gently as his chilled hands wrapped around Michael’s bare legs. David tugged them forward, allowing them to slip over his shoulders while he continued his work.

“H-Holy…holy shit..~” Michael sighed. His eyes fluttered shut and his head tilted backward while David slowly sucked down each inch of his cock. “F-Fuck, that feels amazing~”

"Mmmm…. only the best for you, Michael~" David cooed after releasing the length from his mouth. He was quick to get back to work, pressing a kiss to the tip before swallowing the rest of Michael's cock down once again. 

The human boy couldn't keep his hands to himself. His calloused fingers found their way into David's platinum hair, grabbing onto the strands as a way to encourage his movements more. It made David all too eager to keep it up. 

"Oh f-fuck!" he whimpered. “D-David…ooh…p-please”

David hummed in delight, moving his head up and down at the pace that got Michael going the most. His hands greedily pawed at Michael’s hips and down to his thighs, tenderly rubbing the soft, warm flesh. Feeling them squeeze around his head every time he slid his tongue across Michael’s cock was a divine sensation.

“What do you need, beloved?” David asked, freeing his mouth once again to speak.

“Need….you”

“You’ve got me, Michael~”

“C’mon, huckleberry, you know what I mean!”

David couldn’t help but smile at the pout on Michael’s face. Such a soft expression on such a ruggedly handsome face was far too precious in his eyes. 

“Oh, but Michael, it’s so much better to hear you say it.”

He pulled himself away just for a moment to move back up some more, meeting Michael’s eye level. The teasing smirk melted into a sincere, adoring smile as he brushed his hand over Michael’s cheek and under his chin. He couldn’t get over how positively stunning the boy was.

“Please tell me what you want. I need to know how I can make you feel good.”

“David…I wanna…I really want to have sex with you.”

Despite how much experience the vampire had gained over the decades with the occasional human one-night stand, he couldn’t deny the rush he got hearing Michael show his interest. Everything was still so new for them. So fragile, and at risk of coming apart if they didn’t work things out together. 

And yet, it felt right. He knew this was what he wanted too. 

“Oh, Michael,” David sighed, leaning down to kiss him once again. Michael didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. David could feel the smile on his lips as their mouths moved together.

If they were going to do this, then they were going to do it right. Even with his attention focused on embracing Michael, he was still able to grab his coat that had been shed before. His hands fumbled around in one of the pockets, searching for something important that one of his boys had given him for the first date he had with Michael. A condom and a small bottle of lube.

I owe you big time for this, Paul, David thought to himself. 

One hand was all he needed to pop open the bottle and coat his fingers with the liquid. Warm spread over his skin, perfect for covering up the colder sensation of his body. 

“Shall I?”

“Hell yeah~” Michael smiled, spreading his legs open a bit more.

Even with the lack of action for quite some time, Michael felt that he was in very good hands with David. And speaking of which, his hands worked such magic on his body. The stretch of his fingers inside didn’t hurt, but rather added to his pleasure, massaging and preparing him for what was to come. 

Michael couldn’t have been happier. It was like being drunk. All giddy and lightheaded and eager for more. It was just always such a good time when he was with David. And all he wanted was to keep the fun going. 

“Allow me, handsome~”

Taking a more direct approach was all Michael had in mind as he gently encouraged David to stop so he could move the both of them. Being extra careful and slow with his movements, he helped switch their positions so David was the one on his back. He knew how sensitive the blond was about the marks on his back, so he was determined to be gentle. 

When he saw how relaxed David looked, Michael knew it was al right to keep going. He was more than happy to take the condom from him before helping tug off the last article of clothing David had on. Seeing the full length of David’s cock was enough to make his own length twitch in pleasure.

“Fuck me, you’re a mighty big fella, aintcha?”

Now it was David’s turn to get bashful from the flirting. 

“You hound dog~”

“Takes one to know one,” Michael teased playfully. The smile stayed on his face as he tore open the wrapper to get the condom out. Once he had properly secured it over the length, he could get nice and comfortable. He swung a leg over David’s body, settling on top of his lap, but not quite in position.

There was a moment where the two of them had some clarity. This was going to happen. After being such good friends and becoming boyfriends, they were about to take on a major milestone in their relationship. While they stared at one another, they seemed to mutually understand how big a deal this was for the both of them.

And yet, there was an unspoken agreement of trust and care. The soft smiles they shared were all they needed when words failed. 

They kept their gaze on one another as Michael lowered himself down onto the length.

“Ooooh shit~” he sighed out, slowly letting out a moan while adjusting to the stretch. It had been a while since his ex-boyfriend, the pastor’s son, had messed around with him. Still, that didn’t matter in the slightest. David was the only man he wanted now. He trusted him to make this time extra special. 

Sure enough, David couldn’t keep his hands off of Michael. His hands found their way to his hips again, taking hold of them and keeping Michael steady as he slowly began to move. Pants and grunts fell from the human boy’s pretty lips, but David would let him take all the time he needed to adjust. After all, with how nice and snug his cock felt inside, he was not complaining. 

When Michael seemed more adjusted, he felt more comfortable with moving his hips by himself. His movements were fluid and smooth, riding David just as he would ride on a saddle. A perfect body like his was built for this kind of motion, and he’d use his skill to his advantage.

“Fuck, Michael,” David crooned, his eyes lidded. “You feel amazing~”

“S-So do you..” Michael sighed, still moving as he spoke. 

His hands were pressed against David’s chest, allowing him to both keep steady and touch him some more. Meanwhile, David’s hands were wandering more, grabbing hold of Michael’s ass so he could massage the flesh while pumping into him. That seemed to add fuel to the fire in the passion Michael felt. 

David truly was enjoying the view. Not only was Michael looking more handsome than ever, but the stars in the sky above looked so stunning as the backdrop. He thought about how much adoration Michael had for the view of the stars during their first date. How much he admired the beauty in nature and how he cared for everything about it. 

It warmed his unbeating heart. He was crazy about the guy. 

Michael’s eyes opened for a moment, catching a glimpse of how intensely David was staring up at him. If he wasn’t blushing before, he certainly was now. 

“Kiss me, David,” Michael said. “I wanna kiss ya so bad~”

Propping himself up with the use of his elbows, David was able to sit up straight and bring Michael in close for another kiss. He still kept a hand on Michael’s body but used the other to cup his cheek. Getting to touch Michael as much as he desired was something David would happily take part in. 

Feeling just as eager, Michael wrapped his arms over David’s shoulders. He held on good and tight as he bounced faster now. He could keep a good, fast pace, and he was more than happy to see how naturally David could keep up with him. 

They really were perfect for one another.

With how David’s cock was massaging him, Michael couldn’t hold on for much longer. His moaning was quickly turning into whining as he felt the rush of pleasure approach quickly. He wouldn’t dare let go as he moved, his own cock bouncing and dripping at the tip with precum. It was all so much so fast. He wanted it all more than anything in the world. 

“Michael~” the blond sighed. “Come on, Michael. I want you, baby. Let go for me.”

"Ahh!! F-Fuck~!"

The words spoken to him acted as some kind of spell on Michael. His body was compelled to do as he was told, and it didn’t take long for the blow of orgasm to finally hit him. His muscles contracted and his teeth ground together as shot after shot after shot of cum painted onto both his and David’s stomachs. 

Such a moment was all David needed to get his own release. He gripped Michael tightly as he enjoyed his climax. If Michael didn’t already feel so intoxicatingly warm now, then he certainly did after David finished inside of him. Even with the condom catching the mess, it was all David had wanted and more with his human lover. 

The two of them were absolutely undone. David fell back onto the blanket, sighing while the haze of afterglow began to slip over his mind. Michael was starting to feel the same, so he removed himself from David’s lap before he lost his balance. The condom was tied up and discarded before he joined the blond in the cozy spot.

“That was some wild ride! You really are a cowboy, aren’t you~?” David snickered. 

“Well the hat ain’t for show after all~” Michael teased, reaching for one of the quilts David had brought along for their trip. He evenly spread it over them while David reached back into his jacket for a cigarette and his lighter. After something so intense, he definitely needed a smoke.

The two of them were consumed by their bliss. Still naked under their blankets and cozied up together as they passed the smoke back and forth to take turns. The flames of the fire were still going strong, acting as the perfect backdrop for their romantic embrace. 

“That really was perfect, David,” Michael sighed, resting his head on the blond’s shoulder. 

“I couldn’t agree more, Michael,” he said, wrapping his free arm around the brunet’s body. 

Things truly couldn’t have been better. There was a real, honest connection between the two of them, and now they were bonded in a special way. No matter what, nothing would change that. As they continued to watch the fire, they made silent promises to enjoy the memory of tonight as much as possible.

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[awkwardtickleetoo]

Ler!Sapnap Week Day 5 - Tease/Ghost Tickles

hello everyone :D i am back with another (very very very late) fic for @sleepy--anon ‘s ler!sapnap week!!!! wooooo!!!

this is for day 5’s prompt which is teases/ghost tickles!! make sure you check out the original post here, and make sure you show sleepy your love and support for putting this week together in the first place!!!

this one isn’t too crazy or anything, but i experimented a little bit with the formatting in docs and then had to try something different here, and i’ve never done anything quite like this before so i think it’s pretty cool :D hope everyone enjoys!!

orange text is sapnap’s messages, green text is dream’s messages

lee!dream, ler!sapnap, 1.8k words

enjoy :)

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Dream’s phone screen lit up from where it laid flat on his nightstand, catching his eye as he turned away from the mini fridge he’d walked across the room to grab a bottle of water from. He twisted the lid off the bottle, picking up the phone as he took a sip, seeing that the notification had been a text from Sapnap.

hey

are you super crazy busy rn

Dream smiled, always endeared by Sapnap’s word choice, taking another sip before putting the bottle down and typing out a response.

not rly

i put all the video stuff in files but it’s too late to start editing so i’m just gonna do it tomorrow

why?

Dream sat down on the edge of his bed, placing his phone on the pillow beside him and twisting to his left, then to his right, stretching his back. He watched a new text come in, followed by more typing bubbles.

i just had a really dumb stressful meeting and i’m fucking frustrated

not like mad i just feel like i have so much pent up energy

and i really wanna come tickle you

Dream felt his stomach flip as he read the words, cold water bottle resting against his thigh and sending a chill up his spine. His thumb hovered over the keyboard, and he blinked in disbelief at his phone screen as he read the message over and over again. After almost a full minute, he formed a response.

……what

Very eloquent, if you ask him.

i want to tickle you

you should let me

Dream felt his stomach flip again, warmth spreading through his chest and nerves settling in his throat. He swallowed harshly, taking in a breath and drinking more of his water as he quickly tapped out another text.

why???

to get the energy out

???????

Dream stared at his phone, in complete disbelief and confusion at the words before him. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, unable to tell if it was from fear, anticipation, excitement, or embarrassment. He chuckled to himself, nerves sending electric shocks through his veins, making the tips of his fingers tingle as he shook the feeling out. He watched those three bubbles pop up again, and he pushed himself back further on his bed to sit cross-legged as a response came in.

cmoooonnnn

you know you love it

i do not!

shut up!!

don’t lie

i’m sure you’re loving this too

i’m sure you’re already getting goosebumps

sapnap

and you can feel the excitement already running through you

sapnap.

and the nerves too huh

oh i’m sure you already have those nervous giggles don’t you aww :((

sapnap!

Dream took in a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling above him and exhaling slowly. His chest felt tight, and he shook out his tingling hands before pressing his knuckles against his cheeks to check their temperature– to his dismay, they were already burning hot, though he could feel that before he even touched them. A surge of warmth quickly spread through his whole body, the tingles in his hands growing stronger with the quickly forming butterflies in his stomach.

yes cutie?

stop it

please

but i don’t wanna :(

Dream couldn’t help but chuckle at the response, always entertained by Sapnap’s form of teasing, biting his lip to stop more giggles from falling, a soft whine escaping instead.

you can’t just

god sap

you can’t do that

but it’s so funnnn to mess with you

and you’re so cute :((

shut UP oh my god

so can i please come tickle you??

pleeeease :(

Dream would be lying if he said he didn’t hesitate.

He scoffed, squirming where he sat, uncrossing his legs just to cross them the other way, rubbing his palm over his knee and pressing his fingertips into the material of his pajama pants. His toes curled underneath him, and he switched between sitting straight up and leaning over to look down at his phone screen.

no!!

shut up no you cannot

fuck off

dreamie :(

wait

i know how to convince you :)

Dream watched in fear as the three bubbles disappeared, waiting approximately three seconds in stunned silence before he realized what that implied.

what

what are you doing

what does that mean what are you gonna do

sap please

whatever it is just

don’t do it

“Fuck…” He whispered to himself when he received no response, looking around anxiously, his entire body tense as he waited to hear the tell-tale sounds of footsteps approaching his bedroom door. He waited, and waited… and waited…

But they never came.

He glanced down at his phone, just as a new message came in.

A voice memo. It was a voice memo.

He was fucked.

no

i’m not listening to that

yes you are

sapnap.

play it <3

Dream whined again, breaking off into a groan as he shook his head and rubbed his palms against his thighs. He took in another breath, falling into the nervous giggles that Sapnap predicted so accurately, dropping his head into his hands and peeking through his fingers as he shakily pressed play. He squeezed his eyes shut, covering his face with his hand, lowering his phone volume and holding the speaker up close to his ear so he could hear.

“Alright, handsome, here’s how this is gonna work,” Sapnap’s voice played through the audio, nonchalant as he spoke, but his tone was still stern and matter of fact.

“Oh, god,” Dream groaned, curling in on himself more, biting his lip as he pulled his knees up to hide his face there instead.

“I’m gonna send you this, and then I’m gonna head up to your room, and by the time I get up there, I can promise you’ll be begging me to tickle you.”

“Oh my god…” Dream said with a gasp, covering his mouth with his hand, his entire body buzzing with anticipation, curling his toes against the sheets below him once more. His phone went silent, after a small chuckle from Sapnap came through, and he turned it around to see that the audio had ended. His hands shook as he went to type out another response, his fingers unsure of their own words.

this is stupid

i hate you

leave me alone

Just as he sent those, another voice memo came through, slightly longer this time. Dream whimpered, a pout spreading across his face against his own will, shaking his head and looking up at the ceiling above him. He could feel the tingling sensation spreading further through his body, through his chest and arms and legs, making it nearly impossible to bite his lip hard enough to hold in his giggles. He covered his face with his hands and threw his head back, trying to regulate his breathing enough to calm his nerves down.

Needless to say, it didn’t work very well.

no more

please

you can’t do this

listen to it dreamie

it’s okay

Dream groaned again, assuming the same hiding position as he hit play on the new voice memo.

“I’m sure you’re already feeling those ghost tickles too,” Sapnap teased through the audio, and Dream gasped and shook his head at how well Sapnap knew how he felt, curls swaying against his forehead. “I’m sure they’re swirling all around your tummy right now, that’s where they always get you most, huh?”

“St–“ Dream stuttered to himself, turning his head away from his phone as if Sapnap was already in the room with him, teasing him in person instead.

“Now, like I said before, I’m gonna come to your room, and– y’know what? I’ll actually be nice, because I really do just wanna wind down and get all cozy and giggly with you, and I know you love that stuff too–“

“Fuck,” Dream whispered as Sapnap spoke, feeling the warmth spread through his chest and across his face once again, the fluttery feeling in his tummy growing even stronger.

He had to admit, it did sound nice after all this.

“–so I won’t even make you ask… I am gonna tease you to no end still, though, but you knew that already,” Sapnap said with a small giggle, and Dream couldn’t help but giggle as well. “Anyway, hope you’re prepared, because by the time you’re done listening to this I’m probably already on my way.”

“Wh–!” Dream yelped, whipping his phone around to see the audio end, and he stared at his bedroom door for a few seconds in fear. He scoffed in fake offense, rolling his eyes and typing out a message.

you’re ridiculous

you know that, right?

Instead of a response, the top Dream’s phone screen lit up with Sapnap’s contact information, the photo of Sapnap and Patches he had set as his photo staring back at him.

Sapnap was calling him now.

He let it ring for a few seconds, tapping the banner to bring the call full screen, before hitting accept and slowly raising the phone to his ear.

“…Hello?” Dream began, voice quiet and nervous.

“Hey, sweetheart!” Sapnap said, voice overly chipper and enthusiastic. Dream swallowed against the lump in his throat when he heard a door close on the other end of the call. “How are you feeling?”

“Sapnap…” Dream mumbled, anxiously twirling the drawstring of his pajama pants around his pointer finger, looking off to the side to try to compose himself.

“What’s wrong, Dreamie?” Sapnap asked softly, as if he was speaking to a scared animal, and Dream would be lying if he said the tone didn’t help him relax, at least a tiny bit.

“You know…”

“Awww, honey,” Sapnap cooed, making Dream groan and cover his face with his free hand. “Are you nervous?”

“Mhm…” Dream nodded, even though no one was there to see it.

“Aw, Dream,” Sapnap cooed more, and Dream could practically hear the pout on his face, making him groan again. “It’ll be okay, you know I’ll be nice to you, right?”

“I do, but still,” Dream explained, switching his focus to picking at a thread on his comforter that had suddenly become the most interesting thing in the world.

“Yeah, I know, you’re just wound up, huh?”

“Mhm,” Dream replied without thinking, making Sapnap chuckle on the other end.

“It’s okay, Dream. You don’t have to wait much longer.

“Wh…” Dream began, looking up at his door as he heard the long awaited footsteps growing closer and closer. “Why– why do you say that?”

“Take a wild guess,” Sapnap replied, and before Dream had the chance to entertain the idea, there was a knock at his bedroom door, making him gasp and squeal and the pit in his stomach feel like it had dropped ten stories. He couldn’t hold in his giggles anymore, gripping his phone tighter as the door opened and Sapnap walked in, a thrilled smile on his face as he continued laughing along with Dream. “There’s my baby boy.”

“Noho, go away!” Dream shook his head, placing one hand over his stomach as he felt the ghost tickles running rampant over his skin. He watched as Sapnap smiled sweetly at him, ending their call and placing his phone in his pocket.

“Alright,” He began. “Let’s get started.”

[elumish]

What Medical Stuff Feels Like (The Stabby Bits)

Content warning for needles, blood, general medical stuff.

Also strong caveat that all of this is exactly one person's experience (mine) and so 1) may not be what you experience, 2) may not match up with other descriptions you've read, and 3) is not being written by a medical professional.

Blood Draw: Blood draws are generally done with a fairly thin needle that they stick in the crook of your elbow. It hurts, but from my experience it hurts the same way getting a flu shot hurts, just for longer--kind of a sharp pinch. If they're taking multiple things of blood, it takes longer, but they're not taking the needle in and out; it's one needle and then multiple vials that they attach, fill with blood, and then detach. If you're getting multiple tests, they'll take multiple things of blood.

Generally when it starts they'll ask you which is your better side, but often they'll check both sides anyway by looking at them/hitting the crook of the elbow with their hand to make the veins pop up. Then they tie the stretchy blue tourniquet around your upper arm (which kind of hurts) and have you make a fist. And then they stick the needle in.

For me, having the needle taken out is the part that hurts the most. After that, they have you press a little swab thing to it to stop it bleeding, and then they either put a band-aid over it (ideal) or tape the swab thing to your arm (less ideal, sometimes it involves wrapping something around your elbow, which then bunches up when you bend your arm, and it's annoying). This bleeds very little, but sometimes there's a small amount of blood on the band-aid.

IV: IVs are done with thicker needles and are left in your for longer periods of time. The three places I've had IVs are the crook of my elbow, my forearm, and my hand, and from my experience that is also definitely the order from "least bad" to "most bad". If you're admitted to the ER, they'll sometimes give you an IV to give you saline; that's actually a smaller bore than is required to give contrast, apparently, so if you then need to do an imaging test that requires contrast they may need to give you a second IV on your other arm (very not ideal).

Sometimes it'll be cold where the IV is, especially if they're giving you something like saline, because that spot is where the colder-than-your-body-temperature liquid is entering you.

From my experience, I have good veins for blood draws but not great veins for IVs, and they often have a hell of a time successfully getting a vein (which is, again, not ideal). If that goes poorly enough, it starts to bleed when they eventually take the IV out, which can be kind of scary.

If they're having a lot of trouble finding a vein, sometimes they'll use a vein finder, which is a really cool thing that projects a light on you that shows where your veins are. It's supposed to do something when the needle hits the vein so they stop poking around in you.

Like with blood draws, there's basically a port that's left attached to you, and they attach whatever they need to to it, like a saline bag or direct medicine. There doesn't need to be something attached to it, so often they'll detach you from something long before they actually remove the port. They don't to have to put it back, so it's left until the last minute.

IV marks will last longer/be visible for a while--I think it was months before the little dot on my hand finally faded. If they aren't done well or if it takes some poking around, they can also cause huge bruises.

Needle Biopsy: A needle biopsy is one type of biopsy, where they basically extract a piece of whatever it is that they need to study (this is as opposed to something like an excisional biopsy, where they take out the entire thing). From my experience, there are generally two types of needles actually involved here: lidocane (or some equivalent) and then the actual needle to remove the sample.

First, they inject the lidocane. Different people take different amounts of lidocane, so they usually have a few and will add more as necessary (to a point). This (mostly) stops it from hurting, though it doesn't stop it entirely, and it doesn't stop the feeling of pressure (which can be fairly strong depending on where they're taking the sample from).

Next, they use the needle to take the sample. At this point, it (mostly) doesn't really hurt, but from my experience you can still feel it. It also makes a noise, which they show you beforehand, I think mostly so it doesn't freak you out and so you don't flinch. It sounds like a stapler.

They take a few samples; if they're pulling samples from multiple things, I think they take a few from each. This means that each time, they stick the needle in, they make the staple noise, they take the needle out.

At least for what I was having, this was done aided by an ultrasound--I'm not sure if that's standard for all needle biopsies.

For at least a few days beforehand and after, I was told to only take acetaminophen (Tylenol) and not NSAIDs or aspirin, and I think that's pretty standard.

[chronotsr]

No. 7.5 - 1978 Reflections, and the Halls of Mystery

Welcome back to the end-of-the-year recaps! This is technically the first TSR iteration of it!

1. Coolest ideas

It's a lot of stuff from D2. The big ticket item is "neutral-ground hostile shrine" -- any time you can muck about with otherwise hostile people without drawing swords immediately is a big win. I know that the reaction table is supposed to mitigate that some but, cmon. Sometimes you just can't think of a good reason that the 9th goblin pack tonight is not immediately hostile. This is a way more natural way to handle it. And it lets you talk and such and experience their culture from their perspective!

2. Coolest Module You Haven't Heard Of

This is honestly a hard one because all of these modules are intensely well known. Gun to my head, I would probably vote for G1. The D-series is cool but frankly there have been more better and more interesting iterations of subterranean hexcrawls -- Veins of the Earth being the currently famous one. But the thing about G1 is, G1 is a surprisingly natural and fun location. Unlike the others in the GDQ series, G1 is genuinely an adventure you could slot anywhere with no context. It is simply a fun raid on a fortress, which I never get tired of. The twists of "they're piss drunk" and "there's a slave revolt in the basement" are really good (albeit in 2024 a little stale) twists on the classic raid-on-fortress formula.

3. The Growth of Module Design

Honestly 1978 represents a rather stagnant year for module design. The most innovative design feature I see is how D1-D3 feeds into one another in a much more naturalistic way than its predecessors, and all through that deeply useful combination of hexmap and random tables with a handful of pre-programmed setpieces. I am eager to see hexmap technology get much better going forward.

…

Surprisingly, 1978 wasn't too much to talk about? I don't generally think of Gary as an "innovator" in module design space. His main contribution is taking things that already exist and making them feel more natural. Which is not to say that I now buy into Gygaxian Naturalism as this great feat, more than a lot of his competition at the time was seemingly intentionally anti-Naturalism. Their work feels like the reaction to me, Gary is just staying the course of "this should make an amount of sense". Although, his random dungeon monsters mishmash still feels as nonsensical as all hell.

The Halls of Mystery (From Dragon 21, December 1978)

And as threatened, we're going to have a very brief section on The Halls of Mystery, which holds the dubious honor of 1st Dragon Magazine dungeon. I would throw the full header at you, but everything is by Don Turnbull. You may recognize his name, at publication time he works for Games Workshop and he will be heading up TSR, Inc.'s UK branch starting in 1980, leading to the much-beloved Fiend Folio.

So. Not much to say about this, actually, It's a very large room with some branches. The main schtick of the Halls is that the main chamber contains several mirrors, some of which are magical. There's a big riddle on the desk on the south side, the riddle solution is actually quite obvious (say Excalibur three times -- and hey, Don told us the answer and rationale of the puzzle! Thanks Don!). When you move the central cylinder, it teleports you to the corresponding position in the dungeon. The rest is a lightweight stocking of the dungeon with monsters, treasure, et c. If you're keeping score, this is a Zelda puzzle. It's very cute and lightweight and honestly it's so neutrally written (no statistics are given and it would be trivially easy to restock it at any level) that you could genuinely use it in 2024 with very little effort. It's adorable! It is also wonderfully lean, clocking in at two total pages and frankly it's super refreshing to have such a light read of a module here.

Happily, next time we will be covering B1 - In Search of the Unknown, which is the second Basic D&D adventure we will be reviewing in this series (The adventure printed in the Basic rulebook, Tower of Zenopus, was first. This is our first lettered Basic adventure.) And, funnily, the first TSR module in this lineup I've never read before. See you then!

[talenlee]

4e: Having A (Weapon) Type

Surely I’ve written about this already.

The 4e weapon system is one of its strongest points and it’s strength is directly linked to the ongoing attempt to make ‘person who uses a weapon’ as someone who can do cool or good things and not just being there to hold the wizard’s bags. The fundamental design of melee weapon-wielding characters’ powers is that the powers tend towards a generic set of effects, doing damage, pushing people around, pulling them, repositioning you – all that kinda jazz. But then, through feats, the powers that checked for weapons would be able to check the weapon you were using and add on special effects.

What this meant is that the weapon system of 4e is one of the most interesting I’ve seen in D&D where weapon choice is not a simple matter of mathematical superiorities. Back in 3e and 2e D&D there were just weapons that were the best in show. 2e went a step further than 3e did by making it so that some classes were simply not allowed to use the best weapons and this was a point of balance for them, which is how you know that the 2e wizard was so weak, since it only got to use the longsword when it was a bladesinger.

That’s a joke, and the only people who are going to get it are older than me.

4e weapons had basically four things that could be used to distinguish one weapon from any another:

A weapon category. All the hammers were listed as hammers. All the axes were axes. All the spears are spears. This sounds simple, but don’t worry about it for now.

A proficiency bonus. This represents the bonus you get to attacks made with this weapon if you’re trained in how to use it. This makes weapons beneficial to use if you’re trained in them and also represents the level of effect you can get out of being an expert in them.

Damage dice! This represents the scale of damage the weapon can do – multiple smaller dice being more even and capable of doing reliable damage, and single larger dice having more variance between high and low numbers.

Keywords. These are the key spice to this whole soupy mess, which means that suddenly you have a lot of standardised ways to make weapon groups relate to one another.

The keywords that a weapon can have isn’t even that long:

Brutal (reroll low numbers, sick as hell, used by the coolest and hottest heroes)

Defensive (gives you a defense bonus, good for people with shield envy)

Heavy Thrown (a huckable item you can use with strength)

High Crit (when you crit, you really crit)

Light Thrown (a huckable item you can use with dexterity)

Load Free (something to do with crossbows, who cares)

Load Minor (oh no more crossbow stuff)

Off-hand (ranger stuff)

Small (it’s small)

Stout (it’s not small)

Versatile (it can be small)

Every one of these factors can be fine tuned and there are trends within a category. For example, most light blades, in the vein of swords (you know, sword, smaller sword, bigger sword, much bigger sword, much smaller sword) tend to have no keywords that change their damage output, and instead their keywords relate to being usable and flexible. To compensate for this, they have the highest proficiency bonus (typically) for their damage dice, and swing at +3.

But that’s swords, that’s the cisgender white boy who listens to podcasts of the weapon sets. Sure, that’s the one that somehow mathematically winds up on top but that’s just because of fundamental biases from the people who designed the system. And in the context of the weapon system of 4e D&D, there are things you want to be able to do that aren’t necessarily damage (and hush up, CharOp board veterans since there are actually better things than dead and shaving fractions of turns only matters when dealing with spherical goblins in a vacuum).

Polearms and spears tend to be reach based! Axes and hammers tend to be heavy! Flails are chainy and daggers are stabby! But for most part, when you pick up one of these items, most of these traits aren’t immediately evident. Instead, you can invest in feats for proficiency with fancy weapons, or feats that support the way those weapons work. Every single weapon expertise feat, representing skill with that weapon, brings with it a special benefit that changes how those weapons relate to the powers that use weapons.

What this means is that when you play a character who uses weapons, what weapon you choose to use can be a part of how you relate to your powers. If your feats are in demand for something else, you can look at the support your weapon gives a small number of things. Just as an example, one of the most poached parts of the game in Character Optimisation is what I summarise as ‘Polearm Malarkey,’ which when fully developed, lets a defender of some variety interrupt an enemy attack, even against themselves sometimes, and push an enemy mid-attack a square away, then knock them prone – which can be their whole turn, since they were already in the middle of an attack. That’s really powerful but it needs a lot of feats. On the other hand, if you like being able to knock people prone and deprive them of actions and only have one feat or two to invest in it, you could try and wield a flail instead, and use Flail Expertise, then choose your powers in a way that let you impose slides on people. All that malarkey the defender with a fully mature polearm build can do, a level 1 Avenger or Swordmage can do with Flail Expertise…

But there’s not a lot more the flail expertise can do with that.

And that means there’s not just the matter of what a weapon can do but what it can grow into. Crucially though, and this is very important, at every step along the way these weapons are pretty good and offer rewards for what you’ve invested. It’s not like the 3e feat chain design where players take feats that suck pants in exchange for the promise of one day being able to Whirlwind Attack and then have nothing more for their build to look forward to.

Great system. I love when I see a coherent, sensible system like this built into a TTRPG from the baseline. Realism and historicity are not that important when the weapons designed in the game are game objects that players are meant to interact with! Make it so nobody has to make bad choices to get to better choices! You don’t get anything by putting traps in front of your players!

Check it out on PRESS.exe to see it with images and links!

[safyresky]

craving a climactic battle after whatever the hell the santa vs santa fight in the finale was?

BOY DO I HAVE SOMETHING FOR YOU!

🆕 Crystal Springs Chapter 27: Stick It to The Man is now up on ao3 and fanfiction dot net!! :D

Chapter 27: Stick It to The Man

Blaise and Pyros face off. Jack tries to get through to Jacqueline, with a little help from some friends. Working together, the Frosts stick it to The Man.

I was SO TORN between making the summary just "The Frosts stick it to The Man" but then I was like "but so much cool stuff happens outside of that! Twin Princes fight! Cold Front angst/hurt/comfort! AH! So I relented on my. Tomfoolery. And came to a happy medium!

BUT I CAN ASSURE YOU, THERE IS MAJOR TOMFOOLERY IN THIS CHAPTER! CHECK IT OUT ON AO3 HERE AND FF DOT NET HERE!

Oh, and in this tasty little excerpt here which even has, dare I say it...some BADASSERY?!?!? HELL YEAH:

“This doesn’t usually take this long,” Pyros finally spoke, looking up at his curled hand. “Performance issues, huh?” “I—no! No, I’m the greatest warlock that has ever—” he dropped his hand, uncurling it and thrusting it up in the air once more, fist glowing red. “—lived! I don’t have—” he uncurled his fist once more, repeating the motion for a third time. “—performance issues! I will—” another attempt was made to summon his staff. “—I will summon my staff and—” His fist was curled so tightly his knuckles had surpassed white, the veins on his hand bulging. He squinted in concentration, in frustration as the red glow suddenly went out with a fart noise. His staff could not, would not be summoned. Blaise let his smirk escape. “You were saying?” Pyros growled. Bringing his fists down, he shoved them forward. There was a high-pitched squeal as fire burst from his fists. It spiralled, rushing towards Blaise and hitting him square in the chest. Blaise let out a whoosh of breath as the fire knocked him off his feet and into the air. He fell into the snow, rolling twice before stopping. “HA!” Pyros pointed, watching as Blaise struggled to pull himself up, coughing. “That was so satisfying, you know? You’ve always excelled at our spritely lineage and I cannot express the joy that this,” he said, gesturing towards him with both hands as Blaise’s elbow slipped, knocking him back down into the snow, “just brought me. I—” WHAM! Blaise lifted his head, his eyes widening as Pyros pushed back against a stream of snow that had slammed into him hard. A seemingly endless avalanche pushed him farther and farther back as he turned his face away, trying to keep his airway clear. He tried desperately to regain his footing in the snow, trying his best to stay grounded, but to no avail. Now he was the one knocked off his feet and sent flying, landing on the ground with a loud THWACK as the entire blast of snow settled upon him, pellets hitting pellets with a droning sort of buzz. “Who’s laughing now?! HA!” Blaise shouted, struggling to push himself up.

Who IS laughing now???? Who threw the snow?? WHAT HAPPENED TO PYROS'S STAFF?!?! WHERE'S JACQUELINE? All those answers and MORE in the climactic, magical battle you all deserve to read/see in Chapter 27: Stick It to The Man, HERE on ao3 and HERE on fanfiction dot net :D

Not sure who these mofos are? Want to know more about them? You CAN do this in one, simple step! Taking Crystal Springs from the top with the Prologue: An Encounter, right HERE on ao3 and HERE on fanfiction dot net!

Summary (and author's rambles) below the cut!

It's been almost a year since Jack Frost thawed and things are looking...well, not so great. Jack's powers are seemingly gone. Without them, the Dome that keeps the North Pole safe from the cold and its magic controlled is melting, putting everything and everyone magical at risk. Unable to hide his power shortage any longer, Jack is forced to admit the truth. Thankfully, there is a solution: enacting the Legate Law, bringing Jack and the sister that he hurt so many centuries ago back together again. But when Jacqueline starts experiencing destructive blackouts, the pair are forced to head back home to Crystal Springs, bringing Jack face to face with the rest of the family. Needless to say, between getting his powers back, helping his sister figure out what in the FROST those blackouts even were, reconciling with his parents, meeting the two even younger siblings he didn't even KNOW he had, NOT TO MENTION the ancient threat that's had it out for the ENTIRE Frost family finally making a move? Saving Christmas (regrettably) is looking to be a little bit...complicated.

🆕 This chapter:

More MEAT on some SKELETONs

See the word count for deets:

CS 2014 (OG): 4,488k 😬

CS 202X: 15,758k

WOW!!

A lot more lore inspired things: staff nonsense, mainly. I hope you all pick up what I put down ;)

BUT YEAH! WOW! WHAT A DOOZY! I have been sitting on this chapter for AGES. This chapter is the HOT chapter. Between Blaise's Thor moment, Jacqueline's big FUCK YOU moment, Jack's "oh it's LOVE" moment, and the last minute cold front hug I added in LITERALLY today??????? HOLY HELL. I AM DECEASED!!!

I hope you all enjoy it like that too! It was so fun to write the banter AND the hurt/comfort/angst! Twin Princes my beloved. Maybe one day you will all see how they act when Pyros is NOT doomed to repeat the cycle. I hope so! I got ideas for THAT.

AND MAN AM I GLAD JACK'S GOT HIS POWERS BACK! If I played my cards right, you can go back and actually SEE moments in the last 3 chapters where he was using his magic! It was always there, he just had to realize what it was that was driving it! I LOVE LOVE!!

PHEW.

Action scenes are hard to write, mainly bc I run out of descriptive words?? So hopefully it reads well and has you all on the edge of your seat 🥰🥰🥰 THE CLIMACTIC CONCLUSION WE ALL DESERVED! (eyeballs whatever the goddamn hell Scott vs Magnus was)

I'm only a bit bitter.

Next chapter next week! See you then! :D

[lucky-clover-gazette]

Shadow shakes his head. “You’re doing perfectly. I just don’t want this to be a bad memory for you.” Dreaming Vio startles at the comment. Is this a bad memory? He doesn’t think so, but his definition of ‘bad’ is far from conventional. That’s what months of corruption does to a person, he supposes. Shadow runs his hands down Vio’s waist and hips as the blonde pushes him against the headboard. Vio kisses him deep, almost as if sucking poison from a wound. Shadow’s eye widen as he watches strange patterns appear on his own skin. Dark purple veins run down his arms and neck, almost resembling the complex root system of a tree. They seem to almost be alive, the lines pulsing as Shadow kisses Vio harder. Vio whimpers, but doesn’t let go. The lines transfer from one body to another, tendrils of gloom creeping their way beneath the thin fabric of his blouse. It appears to weaken him further at first, and he loses the energy to kiss Shadow hard. He falls into the other man’s arms, his body jerking around every three seconds as if taking prolonged damage from the direct exposure.

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I think one of my favorite things about your writing is how you take so many concepts from other games in the Zelda series (like the gloom or the addition of the Hero’s Shade in this fic specifically) and use the elements given through canon but also add your own twist. I’m mostly curious what inspires you to use those things, and also how much more complex the systems might be than what we get from reading the character’s perspectives. I also just really like this scene and the concept of this fic as a whole; it’s definitely one of my most favorite things I’ve read :D (Also I’ve been meaning to ask if there’s any specific songs you’d tie to scenes in any of your fics or music you listen to while writing in general).

Anyways thank you! Hope you're having a good day!

thank you so much! i always appreciate your comments.

with other zelda things, it’s really kind of connected to my overall experience with the series. loz was an iceberg for me, like i started with botw, got really into it, started watching other people play the other games, read the twilight princess manga, got a wii u to play the oldies, and eventually just kinda randomly picked up the four swords manga almost a year ago. so i already had a lot of love for this series before writing four swords fic, and a lot of thoughts about the games. esp bc it’s not a nostalgia thing for me, i’ve approached zelda as an adult, i think my analysis of and connection to the media has been pretty “deep” or whatever. these stories mean a lot to me, and i’ve always been someone to take stories and their importance in my life seriously. botw in particular was a very healing experience for me at the time that i played it. that game holds a lot of philosophical and emotional meaning to me, and i get why others may not enjoy it, but as someone who has now played the other games, i still think it’s a master piece. my favorite game of all time, honestly, and totk was such a gift. it did so much right for me. it’s been delightful experiencing the series how i have.

i don’t love all of the choices made in terms of story and themes in loz, but there is a LOT to play with in fic. esp bc it’s a reincarnation type series, i don’t give a shit about the timeline, i just want to draw parallels and do clever interesting things. so a lot of the time i’ll have a vague idea of what i want to do with a story, and there will be a way to make connections, if only for my own enjoyment. i’m a strong believer that all art is derivative, but like, if you know the author loves it and is having fun, that only makes it better. it’s hard to pinpoint what i thought of and what was put in my mind by other things in the series, and honestly, i’m totally cool with that :)

i want to tread lightly talking about the gloom and corruption stuff in that specific fic because spoilers buuuuut the core concept of that part was just for it to be vaguely toxic and kinda … yknow… and i liked the idea of gloom/gloom hands being this confused force of harm and affection. honestly this whole fic is just me putting some very personal feelings and experiences on blast, and it’s been exhausting to write. i actually scrapped the final chapter and i’m rewriting it now, for the best!

hmmm i do connect my writing a lot to music but i think (?) you’ve seen my vidow playlist already! for the final chapter i’m doing a little bit of a tone shift and i’ve been listening a ton to the bottoms (movie) soundtrack. going for something more lively and active and cinematic, instead of two people being miserable. inserting a little dark humor too, closer to the og corruption but it’s chill au. while working on earlier chapters of corruption but it’s unchill i associated it with “eyes half open” by cinders, and (TOTK SPOILERS) i listened to the totk memory ost of rauru sealing ganon pretty much the entire time i wrote the chapter where vio kills green. been listening a lot to “pain” by king princess (also in bottoms, that movie is living rent free in my brain rn) while working on the final chapter.

hope this answers your questions! thanks so much for reading <3

[bacon-sandwich-of-dionysus]

Na'vi and an interesting thought

So, the worldbuilding of Avatar states that Na'vi and other Pandoran lifeforms are so big because of the moon's lower gravity which makes sense.

What doesn't really make sense, in my opinion, is why the Na'vi are then supposedly 4 times stronger than humans. To be honest, a lot things don't really make sense about Cameron's Na'vi like why do they have bellybuttons, and thus, suggesting the presence of an umbilical cord, if they are non-placental mammals/ mammal-like organisms? But I digress, it's a movie, movies can take creative license- I mean, we're talking about made-up blue people here!

I think Cameron's sort of made the Na'vi a bit too 'better than humans in every way possible' which is fine, but for me it is a bit uninteresting too. Don't get me wrong, the worldbuilding in Avatar is amazing and it's clear a lot of thought was put into it, but some things I felt could have been spicier.

Like, for example, Pandora's lower gravity resulting in Na'vi being maybe around the same strength, if not a little bit weaker than the humans. It doesn't take anything away from them as people! As someone with noodle arms I can say my character has not been detrimented by the fact I can't open jam jars without help or willing it open after a good five minute battle, I can confidently say physical strength is cool but it does not make you lesser if you lack it... unless you need to fend off a bear, then you're sort of in a pickle. However, I do think it would also be an interesting element to add when it comes to how the Na'vi view humans.

Imagine these little, child-sized apes lifting stuff with ease like they have the proportional strength of leaf-cutter ants... that would freak you the fuck out!

Also, the human-Na'vi avatar hybrids. We know the avatars have similar musculature to humans as they're stockier than their Na'vi counterparts. So, does that mean the avatars are stronger? Is that why the avatars would be useful in combat like the recoms? Having the advantage of Na'vi features like excellent eyesight and ability to breathe Pandora's atmosphere but also the strength of humans in Pandora's lower gravity?

It would also make humans a heck of a lot more threatening, even in hand-to-hand combat. Sure, we've got our big fireball hurlers but strip that away and a human could still do some damage. Especially if we go down this more 'scientifically accurate' route and say that the Na'vi probably don't have carbon fibre in their bones because I'm pretty sure that requires elements for the carbon to bind to and reinforce that aren't produced in the body naturally, organic bodies anyways. The Na'vi would really not be happy with these sky-monkeys just flaunting their strength about like arrogant pricks and scooping up the planet's resources to send to Earth so they can begin repairing all the damage they've done there.

Also, being on Pandora would then be such a power-trip for a human because on Earth we're kinda meh. Sure, we have some cool features like we can see colour really well and we can be excellent endurance runners if we put our minds to it... but man! On Pandora?! We'd be like lil' Hercules-es, just running around and lifting stuff like it weighs about the same as a heavy shopping bag (bit exaggerated, things would probably weigh a tad bit more than that but you get the point). Again, this could play into the theme of humanity's arrogance and entitlement in Avatar which is a definite theme, seeing as the baddies seem to think of the Na'vi like stubborn children a lot of the time and seem to be angered by them as more of an inconvenience than a legitimate threat... Well, the anger starts off in that vein.

Just a little interesting thought and what I think could jazz up Avatar a bit :D.

[thelavendernarwhal]

Hey look! It's the ghost short story I talked about years ago :D

I finished this abt a year ago, but I'm using these characters for art fight, so it felt like a good time to post this. Hope you enjoy! (link to read on wattpad instead bc this is pretty long: https://www.wattpad.com/1459637880-deep-indigo)

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Something told Mara they should’ve hurt. A strange whisper in the back of their mind said that they should have been in terrible pain, but nothing felt out of place. A tingly feeling settled into their limbs, but it was more like getting injured in a dream; their brain telling them something was wrong when in reality, nothing had happened. 

The outside world filtered in slowly as they opened their eyes and propped themselves against a wall. The first strokes of morning poured through the frosted windows, almost tricking them into thinking that they were at home and just fell asleep in a weird spot. It wouldn’t have been the first time. 

But, their sleep-idled brain couldn’t explain away the rows of desks in front of them.

They shot up, scanning the room and ignoring the fuzziness in their leg. Sunrise reflected off of the cold tiles, coloring the space with warm highlights and cool shadows. Despite coming here every day, Mara had never seen it like this: empty and sterile. To be fair, they’ve never woken up at dawn in their homeroom before, but there’s a first for everything, right?

Walking over to their desk, another strange thing stood out at them: a yellow rose. Huh? There weren’t any holidays coming up and even if there were, who would give them flowers? Mara’s stomach turned. The blossom was light in their hand and cast a shadow over its stem with no note attached. Avoiding any rogue thorns, they let the flower fall back to the table and rubbed their light-green eyes. So this is someone’s bright idea of a prank?

“-anything for us to work on today?” Mara froze as a tired voice cut into the room. 

Of course. Within a random classroom, there’d be nowhere to hide. “Not really. I didn’t think we’d have school.” Turning the handle and pushing the door open, a pair of students walked in with a stack of papers in hand. Out of all days for the student council to use this particular room for their meeting. 

They looked down at their desk and tried to appear like they were looking for something in it. Maybe if Mara could act like they had a reason for being here at the crack of dawn, their peers wouldn’t interrogate them.

“Oh, hey…” They waved, their hand barely poking out of their brown and white sweater.

“Sure, it’s not the first time a student’s passed in the middle of the school year, but this has to be the first time it’s happened on school grounds.” The taller of the two set down her stuff at a front desk without giving Mara a second glance. Or a first glance for that matter.

The other sighed and took out a laptop. “Yeah, the entire back parking lot is closed off. You’d think the teachers wouldn’t want us at school right now with a whole investigation going on.”

There was only so much time Mara could waste looking through an empty desk with no materials on them. Seriously, who’d leave a rose and then take all of their stuff? Maybe the girls saw something. “Hey, have you seen anyone around here…”

“Wait, weren’t they in this class?” Steps trailed over to them. “Mara Lamb, right?” 

“That’s my name.”

“I think so. Someone even left flowers for them.”

The gnawing in their gut intensified. “Umm…I’m right here? Why are you talking about me in third person-” Ice shot through Mara’s veins as one of the girls stepped closer to their vigil. No, not closer. Through them.They jumped back. The student council members started to examine their spot, but they were too freaked out to care. Mara could write off the pair not noticing them, they were never very social around their classmates anyways; even the silent treatment could be explained away, but that? That doesn’t happen. People don’t just clip through the map whenever.

Mara’s breathing switched to shallow gulps of air while their heart pounded against their chest. No, this can’t be real. The weird place, weird people…it could all be a dream, couldn’t it? They ran a relieved hand through their near-black hair. Looking at it like that would explain why two random people at school would be talking about them. Most people didn’t know Mara’s name, let alone enough about them to have a conversation.

A long sigh escaped them. Maybe they could just hang out for a little bit? They’ve always wanted to lucid dream, so this could be a golden opportunity…Wait, what?

Whipping their head towards the hallway, a flash of curls and blue disappeared around the wall.  Since this was a dream (right?), it wasn’t too strange to have people pop up out of nowhere, but something else drew Mara’s attention in. Now that they had something to compare to, the people in the room seemed…muted. Colors that should have been neon appeared dull and the girls themselves seemed miles away: like watching someone through a window or listening to a conversation from the other side of a wall, but not that boy.

With one last look into the classroom, Mara ran past the girls and into the hallway. The first students of the day chatted by their lockers, but that couldn’t hold a candle to the sight before them. The boy was still in the hall, apart from the others seeing as he was floating above the lockers.

“Hey! Who are you?” The boy’s face lit up, but instead of answering, he zipped away. Really?

Lockers blurred by as Mara gave chase. What was his deal? He looked like he wanted to strike up a conversation but wouldn’t stop or even slow down. The twists and turns of the building flew past them against their light paces, almost like their feet were barely touching the ground.

“Wait!” They should have been out of breath by now, but their lungs stayed strong. “Where are you going?”

It was as if the world curved in and flattened within a heartbeat in front of the school’s library. The cheesy lion mascot grinned down at them. It would have been the most unsettling thing in the space if it weren’t for the equally smile-y, flying boy perch beside it.

Before they could regain their bearings, Mara jumped back as the boy flew towards their face. Up close and on their level, he was shorter than they thought but just as vibrant: bright gray eyes with pieces of a dirty-blond wave falling into them, a T-shirt from a sports team that the taller of the two had no hope of recognizing, and a slight dimple in his cheek. The most surprising thing was how normal he looked. If he wasn’t actively hovering in front of them, Mara would have thought he was just an average boy with some personal space issues.

“You can see me?” He asked in a voice that was way too loud for how close he was, shaking them out of their thoughts. “Wait, that means you’re a ghost too! That’s awesome!”

A ghost? “Ummm…what? I’m alive.”

“You must have just popped up.” Finally, he backed up only to start zipping around them, ignoring their statement completely. “This is so cool! I’ve never seen another ghost before. Mara, right?”

“How do you know my name?” They asked defensively.

He laughed. How is being a ghost stalker funny? “You come here all the time and I live here, so it’s only fair that I’d recognize you.”

“Wait, you live here? In the library?” The ghost nodded. “Why? And how am I talking to you?”

Apparently deciding that he spent too much time on the ground, the boy floated back up to the library’s signage, forcing Mara to look up at him. Well, floating didn’t quite describe it. It was more like he could swim through the air with nothing holding him down. “I like it here. New books every week, people to listen to…What more would you want?”

What a loaded question that was. But before they could answer, the library ghost was right back in front of them, this time with a little more space between them. “It feels a little weird for me to know your name and not the other way around, so, hi. My name is Theo.” He held out his hand.

They looked down at it and swallowed deeply. “Will you answer my question?” Mara raised their voice, making the boy pause.

“What’s there to answer?” His genuine curiosity stopped their temper from rising.

“I’m not dead. Or at least…I don’t know how I died if I even did.”

“You were in a car accident. In the back parking lot.” A few words spoken so matter-a-fact it pushed Mara back.

What? The memories flashed before their eyes like a movie on fast-foward: walking out of the building after dance practice, wind whipping around them, a car sliding on the ice- They froze, one hand snapping to the back of their wrist. They took a deep breath. No pulse. 

“No, this isn’t right.”

That can’t be it. They never went to another country or organized their closet like they said they would. They didn’t even make it through high school let alone get to college where supposedly everything would get way better. Dad… he must have been freaking out. A wave of cold dread washed through Mara. They’d never see their family again.

Looking over at Theo, concern filled his eyes as he took a step back. “Ummm…I’m sorry. It might be cold comfort, but I can explain some of this stuff to you. It’s got to be confusing.”

They looked at the hand still extended to them. Once upon a time, Mara would have thought that a ghost’s hand would look blurred and a little sickly, but it was no different than their own. Well, they weren’t a good point of reference anymore. Mara rubbed the glossiness from their eyes and returned the gesture. 

As much as they didn’t like getting bombarded by a supernatural stranger, they had to admit that it was nice to see someone that they didn’t phase through. 

“I guess...nice to meet you.”

He cleared his throat. “Come on in! You probably have a lot of questions.” 

Never two seconds of rest with this kid. Theo raced inside, waiting no time flying to a set of windows that framed the tallest shelves in the room. 

Mara looked around, noting a handful of students clustered around the center tables. “Could we talk down here?” 

They jumped when they noticed Theo was already back on the floor. “Why?”

“It…I’d just rather be here.”

“Okay. ” Despite the fact that he could simply walk, Theo refused to touch the ground as they moved to an open table tucked in the back of the room. He pulled out two seats before sitting on the backrest of his chair instead of on the seat itself. Mara hesitated until they realized how pointless it was. They’re apparently dead and talking to a ghost, what else was there to lose? 

Theo picked up the conversation right where he left off. “I thought you’d want to explore some of the nooks and crannies you can get into now, though.

In return, Mara looked down at the floor next to them. “Maybe later.”

“So, what are you curious about?”

‘Everything’ didn’t seem like a helpful answer. 

“How does this whole ‘ghost’ thing work? I feel like I’m breathing, you aren’t cold and lifeless, it felt like I had a pulse earlier until I suddenly didn’t.”

“I guess it depends on how you look at yourself.” He paused, presumably gathering his thoughts. “It’s sorta like you see yourself as someone with a pulse and warmth and breath, so your ‘ghost-body’ mimics that.”

“Why?”

Theo shrugged. “I don’t know. You’re the only other ghost I’ve met, so I’m my only point of reference.”

“Then… what can you do?”

His whole posture perked up like he was just waiting for someone to ask. “A whole bunch of stuff! Flying, for starters.” Reaching maximum staying-still capacity, Theo zipped up and over to a bookshelf, picking up a well-loved novel. “I can still touch stuff as long as no one’s looking and- Oh.” He looked down at the book in his hand. “Marcy would love this one.”

Before Mara could process it, Theo was on the other side of the room, placing the book covertly on the chair next to a short girl with choppy, brown hair. She glanced at it with surprise, rather than confusion, as she picked it up and read the synopsis.

With that, something clicked; an itching memory of someone, something, leaving great reads for people to find without ever being seen.“Wait..” They got up and ran over to the boy. “You’re the library ghost!”

“Yes? I do live here.” 

“No, that’s not- Well, obviously you’re the library ghost if you live here, but you’re the thing that keeps bringing people book recommendations out of nowhere.”

That made Theo break into a wide smile. “Of course! I’ve pretty much read all the books here, so I’ll pass the really good ones to people who’d like them.”

“Huh. I just thought the librarian was shy.” Although…“But how do you know what books people will like?” Mara asked, creeping toward the bookshelves to anchor themself. 

“You don’t live somewhere this long without learning a thing or two about the people.” He started to drift upward as he seemed to be remembering something. At this rate, Mara didn’t know if he was aware of it or not. “The same people come here day after day, so I notice stuff about them.“

From above, the library must have been a sight to see. A labyrinth of shelving snaked its way through the wings, creating isolated pockets of study space, natural light streaming in from a line of windows perched high on the far wall, even the gentle warmth from the earthy wood and carpet colors, forming what Mara could only assume was Theo’s perfect space. 

Although, on the ground, Mara’s stomach turned with a seed of discomfort that had been rooting its way into them since they saw a flash of blue that morning. Every time they came in here to work or simply read something, this random ghost had been watching them? How much did he know? Did he see them sneaking in during their lunchtime through a back door so they wouldn’t have to eat in the cafeteria? Did he find them laying low at a corner table when their dad couldn’t pick them up for at least another half hour? Mara tried to swallow back a crazed laugh. He probably had enough dirt on them to plant a goddamn whole garden.

Without thinking, they made a break for the exit.

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…Without a plan of where they were going. 

Mara slumped against the locker-covered wall. Their super-charged running led them to the music wing of the building on the clear opposite side from the library, but that wouldn’t stop Theo from wondering where they went and trying to find them. Plus, it’s not like Mara could leave the school for more distance. They learned that the hard way.

They shivered

It’ll be fine. This isn’t the worst spot. The music rooms were always a nice place to be; good teachers, pretty sounds, even some of the nicer students were down here. Plus… 

Mara looked up from their sulking to race down to the auditorium, smiling when a familiar warm-up track greeted their ears. Just in time.

Slowing their pace to a walk, Mara came to a welcome sight. Their dance team was just getting ready to start, stretching on the stage as their warm-up playlist filled the air. With a competition next week, the school would let them take time out of class to practice at the perfect time for Mara to catch it.

They breathed out a relieved sigh. On some days, they’d spent more time in this room than at their house, doing anything from practicing the same routine for an hour straight to lounging on the plush, auditorium seats as they waited for everyone else to show up, sprawling their legs across multiple chairs like a cat in the sun. The stage lights were close enough in their mind.

They ran down the stairs all the way to the front of the house. It was a practice like any other; stretching, a hum of chatter bouncing around the stage, leading to their coach pulling together any announcements for the day. Mara slowed down once more to casually stroll on stage and take their normal spot in the back of the group.

“Did you hear what happened yesterday?”

They tensed up.

The girl in front of them nodded. After over two years with this team, Mara still didn’t know most of their names.

Cutting off the conversation, their coach clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention. “As you all know, we have a lot of work to do and not a lot of time to do it.” Mara could see her look towards the ground and shake her head softly. “Sadly, one of our dancers is no longer with us, but Mara Lamb was a dedicated member of this team who knew that the show must go on. Sarah, you’ll be taking over their part in the routine-”

Mara blinked. A prickly numbness settled in their cheeks.

The coach kept talking, but Mara couldn’t process any of it, their head filling with static; a bucket slowly filling with sand. They…they replaced them. No fanfare, nothing about their ability, just… Dedicated. ‘Well, they tried really hard at this.’

A cool chill snaked up Mara’s arms as their throat tightened up, refusing to let them breathe. You don’t need to breathe. You can’t. 

Not really. 

Not anymore.

They stumbled backward, falling until they could feel the warm, black stage under their hands. The dancers, their team, moved into position, filling in Mara’s spot like they were never there to begin with.

Once again, they found themself sprinting to the exit.

Of course, this would happen. Mara knew, they already knew, they weren’t anything special to the team. Maybe they got a solo in their set, but who were they kidding? The coach probably felt bad for them and gave them the part out of pity, seeing as it was so easy to give it to someone else. After all, the show must go on even if one of the dancers is-

Mara shook their head, bracing themself on the wall just outside the room before sitting down, pulling their legs into a tight ball.

“Hey, what are you doing down here- Oh.”

Their attention shot up, fried as it was, to find Theo standing awkwardly beside a bend in the hall. Standing, not floating. “Umm..are you okay?” Mara huffed into their arms but didn’t say anything. “Guess that’s a no.”

He walked around the area like he was trying to scope out the situation. Mara tensed up when he poked his head into the auditorium. “Are those your friends?”

“...Not really.”

Theo nodded. “Acquaintances?”

“Something like that.”

He grinned, the passive-aggressiveness apparently lost on him. “Man, I didn’t know you did dance. That has to be super cool.”

Mara sighed. “Why are you on the ground?” The words came out more accusatory than they expected.

“Because the flying seemed to make you uncomfortable.” Mara’s eyes flicked up at him, filling with surprise. “Hey, I may not be the best with people, but I’m not completely oblivious. Just…a little slow about it.”

That was able to coax out a tentative smile. “Thanks.”

“So, what are you doing down here?”

The expression was quickly steeled away. “Nothing.” Because that doesn’t sound ominous at all. “Checking on the group in there.” Mara amended, sighing the words into the sleeves of their sweater. Even if it wasn’t fully true, it felt right. “We have a competition soon, but I guess it’s not my problem anymore.”

“Could you show me?”

“Huh?”

Theo paced around with a new spring in his step. “Could I see what you were working on? It might be fun.”

“You could look into the practice. They’ll be working on the exact same thing.” 

“But I don’t really know those guys. They don’t stop by the library that much.” Theo’s excitement doubled at the small chuckle Mara let out. 

It’s not the same as a full audience, but… “It would be nice to show someone.” They admitted. Especially after how much time I put into practicing it.

Theo’s face lit up as Mara stood up, wiping their eyes and walking out to the middle of the hall. Lucky for them, they could hear the starting cords of the dance team’s backing track ring out from the auditorium speakers. They got into their starting pose, back straight, arms resting at their sides, and feet poised with one in front of the other.

“You’re… Don’t make fun of me if I mess up, okay?”

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

They took a deep breath as the music built up into a steady rhythm. The choreography was contemporary, matching the team’s usual style; emotional, dramatic as their coach would say. Big movements with a bigger personality expected from the dancer. That was something Mara always struggled with; being larger than life, not just dancing, but soaring, gliding, expressing. 

But, now, there was nothing to stop them. No need to save anything for the judges, no one left to judge in the first place. The only thing left was to feel the power in the music and all the emotions that they never felt able to show to anyone. It’s funny. They’d never performed like this before.  

Loud applause broke Mara out of their revelry. “That was amazing!” Theo ran up to them. “You were like-” He tried to imitate a pump turn, instead stumbling and needing to catch himself mid-air. “Nice job.”

“Thanks.”

“That must have taken forever to learn.” Theo commented, a stunned smile still lighting up his face.

Mara shrugged in return. “As far as this choreo, not really. It’s mostly the basics that take a while.”

“Could you show me?”

Now, it was Mara’s turn to be surprised. “Okay, umm…You push off the ground and use your arms to keep yourself balanced, moving them with your leg to keep the momentum going.” They demonstrated, only doing two turns.

“Yeah, most of that went right over my head.”

At least he’s honest. “Okay, repeat after me.” Mara stood with one hand in front of them and one to the side, giving Theo a second to mirror them. “The front leg and hand should move together in an opening motion.”

They showed the movement. On Theo, he was a bit choppy with not the best posture, but he got the idea. “Is that right?”

“Yeah. Then you connect that to the spin to keep it going.”

Theo nodded. “I think I get it.” He tried the turn again, this time not fully falling when he lost his balance halfway through.

It took all of Mara’s willpower not to laugh at him, double standards and all. “You’ll have time to work on it.”

“What if…” Slowly, like he was worried about startling them, Theo floated a few feet off the ground. When he gave the turn another shot, he glided through the motions, completely weightless. “That’s not too bad!”

“How can you get traction for that in the air?” They asked, mostly to themself.

He drifted up like a balloon in the wind. “I have no idea. You should try it.”

“I don’t know how.” Not to mention how Mara’s stomach flipped at the idea of not being on solid ground.

“I can show you. You just have to trust that you won’t fall.” When Mara hesitated, Theo came back to the ground and led them over to the wall, placing one hand on it. “Try bracing yourself and just lifting your feet off the ground.”

Mara glanced down at the floor, feeling the presence of gravity more than ever as their brain screamed at them about how people don’t work like that. Well, there’s someone a solid five feet off the ground in front of me, so shut it. 

They took a deep breath, lifting one foot up slowly. “I can do this.” They whispered. Before Mara could question it, they pulled the other foot up, marveling as they stayed suspended in the air.

“Yes! That’s great!” Theo shot himself up so fast that Mara worried he hit the ceiling. “Try kicking off.” Huh? Tentatively, they kicked off the wall, still only a foot off the ground. 

“Like that?”

“Close. You can use the air too.” He pushed himself closer to the floor, getting the momentum, seemingly, from nowhere. They sighed. When would any of this make sense? 

Although…they had something they wanted to try.

They raised their arms and pointed their foot out, pushing off the air into the pump turn they demonstrated earlier. Suddenly, Theo’s fascination with flying made a bit more sense. 

The weightlessness carried every action farther than Mara could ever get pinned to the Earth. From the corner of their eye, they could see Theo going in his own flippy-flying routine close to the roof, but that wasn’t anything new by this point. 

Floating, flying…Any dancer would probably think it was the coolest thing even if the idea of it made Mara a little nauseous. Their coach would probably have a field day. 

Mara paused at the thought before deciding to ease themself back to the wall and floor, sitting cross-legged. “Man. Imagine what the rest of the team would say.”

Theo stopped his freestyle to stand next to them, his hand fidgeting with the hem of his shirt as he stared at the bland, school tile. “...That was the next thing I was going to warn you about.” They looked up at him questioningly. “As ghosts, we can’t interact with the living.”

“I thought you interacted with students all the time?”

“Not really.” He switched to staring at the ceiling. “I can move stuff, sure, but if I tried to talk to someone, no one would hear. Or if I wrote on something, no one would see it. Or, heck, I’ve flown into shelves hard enough to knock them down, but I’d phase through instead.”

A twinge of sadness echoed in his voice, making Mara wonder how many times he’s tried these things. “So, the universe at large won’t let us affect people.”

“Basically.”

Mara rubbed their eyes with the palm of their hand. “How did we get stuck here anyways?” They asked, more to complain than anything else.

Theo slouched down next to them, now leaving a solid foot of space between them. “I think it’s based on attachments.” 

“I don’t think I’m attached enough to this school to be here for all of eternity.”

“Maybe you won’t be here forever. There are tons of stories about people “moving on” after a final attachment in life is severed and school ghosts are pretty common in fiction too. It could be that, as a student who died here, you have more inherent connections to this place. If or when those connections fade, who knows if you’ll stay here.”

“That’s…” Terrifying, ominous, incomprehensible. “Nice.” They took a deep breath. “How long have you been here?”

Theo went quiet for a moment. His foot started tapping against the floor.

“Two hundred years.”

Mara’s eyes widened. “Two hundred years? Is this school even that old?”

“I think so. I would’ve been one of the first classes.”

“Wait,” No wonder he paused at their question. “you don’t know for sure?”

He shrugged. “Not really. It doesn’t matter though.”

A strange conviction built up in Mara’s voice. “That sounds like it does matter.”

“Not really. None of the people I would’ve known are still here, the building is probably completely different… It’s not like I can go back to any of it, so why get hung up about remembering it?”

How could he say that? “Just because you can’t go back doesn’t mean it’s not important. I can’t move back to the house I lived in when I was six, but that doesn’t mean it’s completely irrelevant.”

Theo shrugged again albeit more unsure than last time. “It’s fine, really. It’s not like I have anything to remind me of it anyways.”

“Wait…” 

For a second time that day, Mara dashed away.

“Why do you keep doing that? Sheesh, not everyone has magic ghost-warp powers.” Theo crouched down, gasping like he ran a marathon. Although, if Mara had to guess, he was just being dramatic. “Why are we back here?”

Warp powers? Before that train of thought could keep going, Mara pushed it away. That’s a later problem. Instead, they focused on the room in front of them; Theo’s quaint library. “Because I need to find something.”

Immediately back in top form, Theo perked up. “I can help with that! I know where everything is in there.”

“That’s kind of the problem.” They muttered, hopefully too quiet for him to hear. Mara walked inside without giving him a real answer, heading for the furthest back stacks of the nonfiction section. The shadowed shelves were surprisingly familiar to someone that barely read informational books. After all, this was always the most isolated and quiet area for Mara to hide out, causing them to spend a lot of time with the rarely touched pages. A glance at Theo’s awestruck face told them that he must have had the exact opposite experience. 

That expression quickly soured when he caught a look at the shelf Mara was focusing on; the school’s yearbook archive. One copy of every yearbook from each year the school had been open that Mara paged through on the occasion when they had too much time on their hands.

Surprisingly, Theo was quiet as Mara reached for one of the earliest volumes. Opening it, it had a small dedication on the first page for some members of the school board at the time. They put the book back and pulled out the next book to its right.

This song and dance continued for the next few moments, each new book seeming to double Theo’s nerves. Still, he didn’t stop them. He wasn’t stupid as far as Mara could tell; he must have known what they were trying to do. 

Hopefully, he’ll thank me later. Maybe.

Shortly, Mara’s silent search led them to the third oldest book in the set, dated 1827. A sharp breath alerted them to the fact that Theo was looking right over their shoulder. Hesitantly, they opened the first page…

Only to find a boy’s photograph staring up at them. Mara’s eyes squinted to take in the details through its grainy film. He was short with light hair that curled away from the edges of a newsboy cap, sitting on some stone steps as he looked straight out at the camera with uncertainty in his expression. The jacket-suspender combo reminded Mara of when their English class watched an adaptation of Jane Eyre. Underneath, a short description read, Dedicated in memory of Theodore Andley.

A series of shallow breaths called Mara away from their staring. Theo had stepped back, his eyes flickering between the picture and being squeezed shut. 

“Hey… Are you okay?” They closed the book and stashed it back on the shelf. Maybe this was a bad idea after all.

Theo kept going backward, phasing into the neighboring books instead of running into them, the spines discoloring and warping his appearance. “I’m fine.” The forced cheeriness made Mara’s stomach turn. 

They reach out for his hand, maybe for comfort or maybe to get him out of the shelf before the sight gave them a headache. “Are you sure-”

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If Theo was only given 15 minutes to live, he’d spend it in arithmetic since 15 minutes there felt like an eternity. 

He resisted letting out a long sigh as the teacher finally dismissed the class for lunch, instead brushing off the chalk dust that accumulated on his pants after an hour stuck on one math problem. Why’d he need to learn math anyways? It’s not like a long engineering career was in his future.

On any other day, the classroom would be empty by now. No one really liked eating inside if they could help it, but today, that had to be weighed against the winter storm that hit them a few days ago. Freeze or fresh air. Personally, ‘freeze’ didn’t sound too bad.

Theo picked up his lunch pail from under his desk along with a worn copy of Frankenstein that he snuck from his parent’s collection and headed out to the front door, hoping that no one would notice him. The class’ chatter covertly covered the sound of the door opening, but a few students did bristle at a gust of cold air that worked its way into the room. Still, they didn’t stop him.

Theo let out a deep breath, marveling as it crystalized in the air in front of him. The chill pricked at his exposed cheeks and nose, but it was worth it. Finally, some time to breathe with the cramped, loud building far behind him.

Not that he hated his class. Theo shook his head, despite knowing that there was no one  to see it or hear what he was thinking. ‘Hate’ was such a strong word for his feelings. Overwhelmed, maybe a little annoyed, a ‘drowning sensation of noise that blocked out any scrap of focus Theo had’ was more apt. 

But that wasn’t a problem anymore, not when he was out in the fresh air where the only sound for miles was the rough sway of the trees, scratches of wildlife, and the satisfying crunch of snow under Theo’s shoes. The path he took was well-worn from other afternoons of trekking down to his favorite reading spot: a small outcrop onto the neighboring river.

On warmer days, Theo would sit right on the grass, but the frozen ground made that a bit impractical. Instead, he took the gingham cloth covering his lunch and folded it into a small square just big enough to sit on. Not a perfect solution, but it was enough to stop his mom from yelling at him for soaking his pants through. 

Before opening his book, Theo pulled out a bundle of left-over pancakes from that morning’s breakfast, made cold by the wintery air. Perhaps he could have warmed them by the fire if he were in the schoolhouse, but… He shook his head again.

Anything to escape the cacophony of noisy chewing even if his food could be used to nurse a bruise. Theo swore some of his classmates were related to cows with how they ate.

Another round of sharp winds blew past him causing a shiver to run through his back. Well…maybe staying in there wouldn’t be too bad. Maybe his desk-neighbor would strike up a conversation or the class monitor would want to talk to him about what was stopping him from understanding algebra. Okay, probably not that last one. But what else would they do? Theo’s classmates would probably throw a fit if they had to hear about his books again.

He couldn’t help himself, really. Each new novel had the potential to take him to a whole new world far away from Middle of Nowhere, Midwest. The words of analysis and poetry built up in every loose space in Theo’s head until they had nowhere to go but out, so of course his peers would hear about it. 

But, it didn’t pay to waste his reading time lamenting. To complete his set up, Theo pulled out the book from a protective pocket in his jacket and laid it open on his lap. 

Chapter 12

"I lay on my straw, but I could not sleep. I thought of the occurrences of the day. What chiefly struck me was the gentle manners of these people, and I longed to join them, but dared not. I remembered too well the treatment I had suffered the night before from the barbarous villagers, and resolved, whatever course of conduct I might hereafter think it right to pursue, that for the present I would remain quietly in my hovel, watching and endeavouring to discover the motives which influenced their actions.”

Theo couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be left alone like that; staying out by the wide river because he wasn’t allowed inside rather than by choice. Either way, his peers wouldn’t do that. Sure, they probably weren’t the fondest of him, but Theo couldn’t think of anyone who truly disliked him. Disliking him seemed like it’d take too much effort, frankly. 

Yet… no one’s ever asked where Theo went during break nor had anyone tried to come with. They’re simply busy. It’s too cold outside for them. Who’d want to spend time with me out in this weather?

Theo frowned. His reading time wasn’t supposed to be like this, all sad and morose. He started to pack up his things despite just setting them out. Book back in pocket, remains of his food back in the pail, gingham square in-

As he sat up, the wind snatched the fabric out from under him. “Hey!” He called. Theo reached his hand out, hoping to snag it before it drifted into the river. As he stretched, his foot caught on a branch hidden by the snow.

It was as if the world flipped itself; ground falling away from him being replaced with sky. The water hit Theo like a brick, piercing and icy, sending all of his nerves into shock. His clothing quickly soaked through as he flailed his arms in an attempt to stay above the surface.

The heavy fabric cocooned around him, dragging him further down. Even worse, Theo could feel water sinking into his book; ink smudging on the page, paper warping beyond recognition, the little world inside drowning. Still, he kicked and bobbed in the water. Ice filled his lungs as he went under again causing his cheery curls to lay plastered to his forehead. 

“Help! Please!” His voice was hoarse, the water stopping him from getting enough air. Unless someone was right on the bank, they wouldn’t hear him. Even if they could, the flow had already pulled him far from the shore. 

No… This can’t be happening…I-

It wasn’t until a patch of ice spanning the whole river hit him on the head did Theo stop struggling against the current. 

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Mara vaguely thought that ghosts didn’t get headaches for some reason, but dang, were they wrong. A splitting pain throbbed dead center on their forehead, pulsing like a second heartbeat and forcing them to squeeze their eyes shut. A groan next to them revealed that Theo must have been feeling something similar.

A few minutes passed as they tried to dull the ache, enough time for Mara to take inventory. The library carpet rubbed against their hand; somehow they ended up on the ground, but they were sitting up rather than laying down, so they probably didn’t fall. They slowly opened their eyes. The light poked at their headache, but it was still tamer than earlier, letting them look around. Not much has changed; The only notable difference was that the room’s main lights were off, leaving the space casted in natural light from windows far overhead. 

“What…what happened?” Their voice was quiet, calling to an ancient instinct to not be too loud in a library. 

“...I don’t know.”

Mara looked down the row of shelves only to see Theo running away on foot.

“Hey!” They skittered onto their feet, following behind. For someone who spent most of his time away from the ground, Theo could run pretty fast when he wanted to.

His path veered from one side of the library to the other into the fiction section. It didn’t take long for Mara to catch up. As they slowed down, it was clear that Theo wasn’t going anywhere, instead opting to stare down a section of books. They didn’t say anything as Theo pulled out a novel from the shelf. Its worn cover read Frankenstein by Mary Shelley.

Theo’s expression was unreadable as he studied the first few pages. “Y’know, I never finished reading this book.” 

“Any reason why?” They leaned against the mirroring shelves to give him some space.

“As I’ve heard some students say, I thought it had bad vibes.” That got a small smile from both parties. “I haven’t thought about any of that stuff in years.”

Mara tensed up. They wouldn’t blame him if he was mad. “I’m sorry.”

Theo shook his head. “Don’t be. I…I haven’t thought about my parents in such a long time. That river… You can see it through the windows on the other wall. I think my mom donated a copy of this book to the school a few years after I died.” He turned the inside cover towards them, showing the ancient publication date.

“Are you okay?” Man, they wished they didn’t sound so timid. 

“I will be.” He rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, almost like he was powering back on. Revving up, maybe. “It’s just a lot to process.” 

Mara wrapped their arms around their middle. “I can give you some space if you want.”

“No need. I’m gonna need to talk about this real soon.” Theo admitted with a more relaxed tone that made Mara let out a relieved breath. “Plus, with your whole warp thing, I don’t think I’d be able to find you later.”

“I still don’t know how that works.”

An abrupt sound came from Theo that reminded Mara of a pin being pulled off a record. He paused before picking up his words. “Do you want to find out?”

Mara looked up in surprise to find a new spark in Theo’s eyes. “Sure? Although, why do you ask?”

“Because who knows what else we could find out!” His feet tucked up underneath him leaving him floating close to the ground. “Maybe there’s a whole bunch of things two ghosts can do that one can’t. I mean, ghost memory-sharing? That’s a huge mystery to figure out!” 

A shocked smile pulled at their expression. “Wait… Maybe I could show you my cat.”

“That’d be great!” Theo held out a hand, energetic and excited. “Do we have a plan?”

Mara didn’t waste time meeting him. Maybe this was different from what they were used to and they definitely weren’t done with the consequences of what happened to them, but…they weren’t alone anymore. “Let’s do it.” 

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I enjoyed your answers to the random questions about your OCs, thank you. I had no idea what to expect, your blog just told me to ask about them, so I figured I'd give you the excuse to talk :D

More questions, I'm invested now: are elves vegan/vegetarian in your universe (or potentially just Nima)? Or is there some other reason Nima is actively into fruit but not much else? Do they use swords and bows, or is this a guns kinda universe? Magic? Is Nima a drow/dark elf, or do elves in your universe just come in various skin colours instead of stereotypical pale? What's the deal with Isaac's hands? And since soda doesn't exist, what's their favourite drinks in the vein of red wine, beer, mead, etc?

Also, both look of them so cool<3

Hey thank you!! I appreciate it :] (Though I am suspicious, who are you what do you want mystery person - -)

As for the questions:

Elves definitely don't have a huge access to meat in the region they're from, but I wouldn't say they're like, vegan. The entire world is technically in a huge resource drought, so everyone is just sort of on a diet of "whatever comes my way"

Nima just likes fruit lol

I'd say there is some amount of tech in this world but everything is sort of. old timey mid-western. There's enough advancement for audio recording but not video recording. And there are guns, just not anything modern

Elves are a huge mindfuck of a topic I'll be honest. Here they're a lot less like their own species and more of just. Human+ if that makes sense. I don't really want to spill their lore but do note that the usual elf sub-categories in DND and stuff don't apply here

Isaac. is. also tough to explain LMAO. He has a good deal of darkening all over him including the tips of his fingers, toes, teeth and mouth. His insides are completely black. The reason WHY is a bit complicated, just know he's a magic little man

For drinks there's like, juice. With the resource scarcity I'm assuming they're whipping up alcohol from whatever they have on hand lol. The usual drinks like wine, beer and stuff do exist, but the quality stuff is expensive and hard to get.

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Nightmare Jack AU (Last Kids on Earth)

J: Jack

Q: Quint

JN: June

D: Dirk

Chapter 1: Origins

J: ugh

Q: Hey Jack, you ok? We have some soda’s in the box…if you want

J: uh yeah..just some stings

Q: good thing we kinda got the town back…with the monsters….and the destruction…except for all that it seems that our town is exactly the same!

J: yeah, really proud about tha- HNG!

Q: JACK! JUNE, DIRK, COME HELP!

JN: oh my god…WHAT’S HAPPENING?

D: WHAT’S GOING ON WITH THE HIM??

J: AAH! IT FEELS LIKE REZZOCH IS INFILTRATING MY MIND AGAIN!

Q: REZZOCH? I THOUGHT WE DEFEATED HER!

JN: I THOUGHT THAT TOO BUT IT SEEMS LIKE SHE CAME BACK

J: *gasp*

(In his head)

J: oh no…what do you want from me now, Rezzoch?

R: since you have proved yourself to be hero and you have changed your doomed future, I shall help you in your quest to help rebuild your home…

J: why? Are you tricking me again?

R: since you were technically my last hope to come into the real world, I shall help you instead of hurting you.

J: so what am I supposed to do?

R: take my hand and I shall transfer a part of my power to you

J: uh

R: i Must warn you, the transformation is long and painful but only at some moments shall it have the pain you are expecting

J: are you sure this isn’t a trick?

R: if it were a trick, I would be creating a nightmare

J: makes sense…ok. I’m trusting you this once but if you even dare to hurt me, my friends will end you

R: expecting the best

J: *holds her hand* this feels wrong

R: *talking gibberish*

J: uh *gasp*

(The real world)

J: *gasp* what was that-

Q: dude! You were in that nightmare state again

J: rezzoch she- *hiss* my hand

Q: why?

J: *takes off his glove* the sign of Rezzoch

JN: no way. Does that mean-

J: no….she won’t come after me it’s like- Agh-

JN: it’s glowing

J: *puts his glove back on* this is crazy! I saw Rezzoch and then she said I can have part of her power? This is so messed up- AAAAGGH!

JN: WOAH WOAH WOAH, WHAT’S GOING ON?

J: UGH

(Jack’s eyes start glowing a blue, similar, almost identical to Rezzoch’s. His hair gains blueish highlights and his veins on his gloved hand start glowing blue, stretching among his arm. Next thing you know it, Jack felt better. Better than before even. Becoming more powerful than before, Jack floats above everyone and everything. Jack sighs in relief as he realizes that his gift, something of a curse, wasn’t a trick of Rezzoch)

J: hey! Look I’m flying!

Q: wha- HOW!?

JN: dude! Your arm and your eyes they-

J: they’re blue, I’m aware but wow, this feels…weird?

D: Sullivan got the powers? Oh come on!

J: this feels so weird. Hold on *trying to go into June’s head*

JN: uh- woah!

(In June’s head)

JN: where am I? Rezzoch?

J: hey juuuunneee

JN: JACK!? did you do this?

J: cool right?

JN: I wanna get out

J: oh right uh

(In Reality)

JN: that felt so weird

D: what happened?

J: i- i think i went into June’s head! That felt so we- ugh…my head

Q: friend, what’s going on?

J: I- mmmgh it just- my head is aching

Q: oh no. Is it a type of sickness or is it Rezzoch?

J: no it’s just a Normal headache

Q: phew, ok. You scared me there, friend

JN: hmm, your hair is a little…navy-er than before

J: huh? Oh…that’s…something

JN: eehhhh might be something else

J: these powers they feel…different

Q: of course they are, you’ve never had powers before

J: no it feels…

Q: feels what?

J: it feels good. Like really good.

Q: as in fearless good or like destroy the world good?

J: the first one

Q: ok good

JN: ok the word good is starting to not sound like a real word

D: agreed. Hold on, Jack, can I see your hand ‘gain?

J: yeah sure *takes off his glove*

D: hmm…Rezzoch is kind of like the embodiment of chaos as we know her but this…

J: what do you mean?

Q: Dirk’s right, yeah Rezzoch is blue but more turquoise-y. Yours is just…pure blue

J: what does that mean for me?

Q: I don’t kno…w

D: Jack, why are the stuff floating around our heads? Make it stop now

JN: Sullivan…

J: i- uh- the powers they’re not…part of the part of the power that Rezzoch gave me

Q: does that mean she’s back?

M: *barges in* Heyo!

(Mari, part of the squad trying to find other survivors. She is about the same age as June and is a self insert character)

M: Mari

Q: WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!?

M: Mari B. Part of the Finding Survivors Agency (The F.S.A)

Q: uh..hi…new friend?

M: new friend!

J: hi! I’m Jack, the girl who has a crystal bat is June. The blond guy is Dirk. And the person you just talked to is Quint, my best friend!

M: why hello there! As you know, I’m Mari. I come from…well..I’m based in the Philippines but me and my family took a trip to Florida at the worst time possible heh..but my family is safe and sound in the F.S.A’s base back in Connecticut

Q: Connecticut?

M: Uhuh!

Q: how did you get here? What was your form of transportation?

M:… Wretch!

All - Mari: A WRETCH!?

M: yup!

J: wha- HOW!?

M: it was easy! All I did was feed it some food and he trusted me!

Mari’s Wretch: *screeches and flies beside Mari*

M: his name is Stormfly! I named him after a dragon in a fandom I’m in!

Q: so…that’s all it took?

M: yup! I heard there was a uh…king wretch and a Rezzoch?

J: hi uh..I can tell you all about that…I kinda did uh…make Rezzoch posses the king wretch

M: oh that’s PERFECT!

J: wait what?

M: let me see your hand

J: wait wait wait- WOAH!

M: *grabs Jack’s hand and takes off his glove* yes! The sign of Rezzoch! So you got her power too?

J: wait what?

M: I made her posses something before and then I got some of her powers, I know, big deal

J: but…where’s your mark?

M: *takes down her scarf* here!

J: woah…

M: yeah! It’s been 7…8 months? Since I got her power

J: I just got mine today…

M: oh cool! *starts floating* I can teach you what I know. Do you guys mind if I take him for a bit?

JN: are we really gonna say yes to the girl we don’t even know that much about

D: we don’t mind

Q: only if he comes back safe

JN: I- WHAT!?

M: majority wins! Bye bye. Cmon I have so many things to show you

J: but how do I fly?

M: just…think of flying I guess

J: *Starts to float* ok! Lesson one-

M: complete! Now let’s go! *heads over to the old comic book store*

J: oh uh- *follows Mari*

Chapter 2: Just Getting Started

M: alright, focus all your energy on that one comic book. Just hold a finger out

J: uh *shoots a bolt of electricity through his finger* woah!

M: bullseye!

J: I-I just did that?

M: pretty cool right? Ok, so there’s a few you need to learn. Sniper, minigun, and revolver

J: uh those are all gun types

M: yeah, ok, so sniper is just rapid fire. Minigun, it has a rebound. Only use it when you get hit. And revolver is 6 in-a-row type of sitch. Sniper, you get the gist. But revolver…oh it’s just amazing! 6 in a row is the best that revolver can do. Revolver is uh…the heavy stuff

J: what do you mean by “heavy stuff”

M: Revolver is like this *shoots 6 in-a-row of heavy fire shots*

J: ok i see that now

M: see that? Ok try it

J: which one? Revolver?

M: yeah

J: uhm *pulls a 4 in-a-row of heavy shots* ugh..

M: drained?

J: guess you could say that

M: yeah…revolver takes the most energy out of us

J: *sigh*

M: ready?

J: yeah *pulls a revolver*

M: yes! Now a sniper

J: *sniper time*

M: minigun

J: *throws a minigun 3 in-a-row*

M: yes!

J: *snaps out of it* woah that felt

M: weird huh? It’s like your so focused but you’re also out of it

J: yeah..that’s so weird

M: yeah, wanna head back?

J: is that all?

M: you’re obviously tired…based on your veins

J: what? *looks at his veins* AHH!

M: yeah, they become bluer when your tired

J: yeah let’s go

M: alright!

(Back at the new built tree-house)

JN: hey! How was training number 1?

J: pretty good. Apparently, my fingers are like guns!

JN: no way!

J: yes way!

M: can I crash here for a bit?

JN: yeah sure, do whatever

M: thanks. Wow this place is stacked! You’ve got it good. My place certainly didn’t look like this the first time around

JN: yeah, this is Jack’s

M: cool! You know…I wish I were here when this all first started

JN: yeah? Me too…

M: I just *sigh* I wish I could’ve been here sooner! Then my family would’ve been safe

JN: I get it…but down worry you’ll be ok here

J: yeah…if we’ve been here since Rezzoch came, we can be here ‘till the end!

M: thanks guys

J: let’s get sleeping now

M: ditto

Chapter 3: Becoming Pt. 1

M: alright now just focus on that one x on the comic book aaannnnndd FIRE!

J: *shoots*

M: nice!

J: we’ve been doing finger guns for an hour now. Isn’t there anything else you know?

M: hmmm fighting?

J: I already got that down

M: fencing?

J: I’d say 80%

M: Fence-fighting?

J: oh heck yeah!

M: alright, fence-fighting is just a mix of fighting and fencing but more advanced

J: alright so I hold my bat like this aaanndd

M: swing. Block. Swing swing. Block. Kick. Swing. Stab. Left kick. Uppercut

J: alright!

M: stab. Stab. Swing. Block. Kick. Swing

J: *panting*

M: you’re tired already?

J: never *goes into hyper focus mode*

M: swing, swing, swing, stab, kick, kick, block, block, block, stab stab stab, uppercut (let’s throw in some finger guns) sniper, swing, kick, block block, stab, minigun. Yes! Alright I think we’re good

J: *snap back to reality* I- what happened?

M: you were fence-fighting. Added a few finger guns in the mix

J: I dont…remember that

M: *gasp* YOU UNLOCKED HYPERFOCUS THAT EASILY?

J: hyperfocus? What do you mean?

M: you see, whenever we get tired after the few minutes of fighting, we go into this thing called hyperfocus mode. It’s like use in autopilot. Think of it as a defense mechanism but you’re zoning out

J: how often does it happen?

M: uh…quite rarely is some situations

J: can we train it?

M: as far as I know, we can’t

J: ugh, could’ve been so helpful if we could do it on command

M: right? I tried telling Rezzoch but she just won’t listen and she’s so moody all the ti-

J: I’m gonna stop you right there. “Telling Rezzoch”? You can communicate with her?

M: yeah, whenever I’m in my dreamscape, I can talk to her

J: why didn’t that happen last night?

M: it’s like lucid dreaming. Like all our powers, we need to train it

J: oh..

D: hey guuuuyyss!

M: hey dirk! April, quint!

Q: we thought we could use some training!

M: oh that’s very nice of you but I was training Jack

JN: oh come on! There needs to be something we can train with you!

M: I think there can be some

JN: great! Now, what are those things?

(End of session)

All - Mari, Jack: *panting for their life*

Q: THAT WAS SO HARD!

J: really? I feel fine!

M: just Rezzochs have more stamina than others

J: I mean, if Mari says it, then I guess so!

Q: (Rezzochs?) oh my god I think I’m gonna throw up

D: I feel…defeated…I’m heading back to the treehouse, byyyyeee!

JN: TAKE ME WITH YOU

Q: ME TOO

M:……

J:….

M: wanna keep training?

J: yeah sure

(Back at the treehouse)

J: *panting*

M: hey Jack, you ok?

J: I- i- Ugh *faints*

M: *catches Jack* eeeuggh

JN: I heard something! *gasp* JACK!

M: he just fainted, you just have to let him rest

JN: wha-wha-wha- FAINTED!?

M: yup

JN: I-

M: I’m taking him to his..bed? Room? For him to rest

(In Jack’s room)

M: *sitting beside him*

J: *waking up* ugh…what- what happened?

M: you fainted once we got here

J: what why?

M: I….may or may not have overestimated your power soooo

J: heh…i get it

M: ….you know. I’ve always had a theory that when 2 people with Rezzoch’s power go into each others mind, they can connect even more there. They become more powerful and gain more of Rezzoch’s power.

J: what if we try that now?

M: I mean…what harm can that do?

They stare into each others eyes

(The dreamscape, none of their minds, none of their thoughts. More like a free park, an in between)

M: this is so weird

J: but yet so natural. *floating around* weeeeeee!

M: hey…

J: yeah?

M: our veins…they won’t stop getting bluer…

J: is this bad?

M: it doesn’t feel bad

J: this is worrying me

M: uuuhhmmmmmm

J: agh! It’s starting to feel tingly

M: was this a guh a bad idea?

J: most probably yes!

M: oh god oh god WHY DID I THEORIZE!?

J: AAAAAAAAAA-

They wake up

Both: *gasp*

M: oh my god…that felt…terrifying. I do NOT want to do this again

J: agreed

M: but that felt…uh…how do I say it? Pleasing? Oh god no uh…

J: fulfilling

M: yeah that. Uh- mmgh…my neck

J: hsss my hand

They take off their scarf and glove

Both: my marking…

M: are your veins spreading too?

J: yeah…a lot

Both of them go to the bathroom

J: jeez it stretched all the way to my shoulder

M: mine is until my upper chest…

J: do you think we’re gonna die?

M: not quite. Don’t feel any pain and from as far as I know, our pain receptors are alive and working

J: this is so weird

M: I have a bad feeling that we shouldn’t tell the others

J: for once, I think this bad idea might actually be something that would be if our benefit

M: i think we should go to the forest for a bit. Y’know…so they don’t find out

J: yeah, I agree with you

They head to the forest

Chapter 4: Becoming Pt. 2

M: what’s happening to us? This isn’t something that happened before

J: duh! This is because we invaded each other’s mind!

M: I mean, yeah but…I didn’t think THIS!

J: I know, I know…our veins seem to symbolize we’re tired but…I don’t feel tired

M: same…wait. What if this is the complete opposite! Beat ya to the tree house?

J: oh You’re ON!

(while running to the treehouse, both Jack and Mari see the world going slower, birds flapping their wings so slowly…like they were the only one in normal speed while the world was in 0.5 speed. But it was the complete opposite, as Mari says. They are in the fastest speed their town as ever seen. They move so fast that they get to the treehouse in record time of only 3 seconds)

M: hah! We got here so fast…or was the world just slow?

J: no matter what, i bet to the others, we got here in about i don’t know, a few seconds? Maybe a minute too.

M: huh…this is so weird

J: hey, our veins are going down

M: weird…

J: ugh

M: oh no…

Both of them faint just a few feet from the ladder to the treehouse

JN: *going down* MARI? JACK!? *shaking them to wake up* DIRK! HELP! CARRY THEM INTO THE HOUSE!

D: I HEARD MY NAME! oh no…SULLIVAN? MARI? *goes down the ladder*

JN: here…

D: *takes Jack and Mari one by one*

(In their room, alone)

M: *waking up* uuuuugghhh….. what- what happened? Oooohhhh….oh no

J: mmgh…

M: Jack?

J:……

M: *tries to get out of bed* agh! Ugh I feel like I broke my back on a rock! *heals herself and gets up* Jack…*sits besides Jack*

J: no no no no no no no no no no no no!

M: *gasp* oh no…*healing Jack* please please please….

J: *gasp* what the heck?

M: you were in a…supposed to be 9 month coma

J: NINE MONTHS? I- I- MARCH 1 OF 2024?

M: I said supposed. Not that you were. I woke you up with my powers

J: woah woah woah woah….you can HEAL PEOPLE?

M: we may share the same powers but we have 2 very distinguishing powers that each of us have. As in my healing power, I also have telekinesis powers. You wont have them, you will have another 2 powers that I don’t have.

J: so like….fraternal twins?

M: technically

J: how do you know?

M: analytics

J: so…are all the things you taught me….are that all you know that we have the same thing with?

M: yeah

J: so you’re saying that there’s over a billion powers that I could have that you don’t?

M: uuuhm…yes?

J: oh god…this is terrifying

M: but in a good way….I think…for the most part

J: *lays back down* this is…gonna be an interesting year

M: Mind: i wanna have pizza

J: well we don’t have pizza but if you just want some toast and cheese we have that

M: how did you know?

J: did you not say anything?

M: yeah…OH MY GOD THAT’S YOUR POWER! YOU CAN READ PEOPLES MIND!

J: I Wonder if i can…*makes fire* no wonder my hand felt so warm

M: *GAAASSP* my student has become the master…

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rid my dear if you’re not too busy, and still open for some drabbles, I have a request. All these amc on ry has me feeling soft and gushy, so my request is ry!tae and a!oc on their wedding night 🥹❤️🥰💍💐👀

fic: ruin you and ruined pairing: taehyung x reader (a!oc) genre: established relationship; pure fluff and smut warnings: confessions and a lot of love :(, they're simps for each other, bit of teasing, wedding talk; explicit sexual content: fingering, oral (f.), doggy and missionary <3, spit stuff, brief masturbation, biting (surprise), dom and big dick!tae (surprise pt2.), one pussy slap, he likes her ass, praising, so many petnames, he's actually SOOO fkn sweet :(, unprotected sex (condoms are cool), manhandling, multiple orgasms, lmk if i forgot smth <3 wc: 3k (u don't understand how much i miss them ok) a/n: i've not been feeling so well lately, so i was gonna say no to this request – but this ask stirred something in me, and now i miss them even more :') it's far from perfect, but i hope u still like it hehe i even made a banner !! :D lmk what u think <3 a/n2: the drabble belongs to my ruin you series (linked above), but if u'd like to read it as a standalone, that's totally possible, too! those are just newlyweds very very much in love 🥺

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ask my character! (no drabble requests anymore, please!) <3

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The sly smirk he shoots down to your awaiting body will never not feel new to you.

He towers above you, veined hands under his neck. His fingers slowly work at the buttons that yet keep his skin hidden, and your blood boils. Your heart vibrates. Your eyes dart back and forth between his gaze and his ring finger, now decorated with eternity.

With his shirt down and the melanin popping, he hastily removes his slacks; danger fills his words when his knees hit the mattress and he says, “You looked so gorgeous today.” You hold your breath, shifting back on the bed. “Couldn’t keep my eyes off you.”

“Liar. You were too busy admiring the castle grounds and the fairy lights.”

Your back hits the headboard of the bed, but you don’t remain in the position for long. His strong grip settles around your already bare thighs, pulling you down the bed until you’re flat underneath him.

Drawing closer, he breathes against your skin, hands crawling up from your legs to your tummy and then to your breasts. He’s an enchantment, every single time… and despite the years you spent together, tangled up in your room, you don’t know how your heart will handle his unending affection.

You’re officially his now, aren’t you? Officially officially.

“You loved the lights and the flowers just as much, though, didn’t you?” he asks whenever his lips aren’t kissing down your neck and shoulders.

“I did…” you mumble, focusing on breathing, “didn’t expect anything else from us.”

“It was your idea.”

“No regrets.”

“No,” he places a hand on your cheek, brushing back your hair, “fuck no. Never any regrets.”

Taehyung is impatient today – and that says a lot, considering how he’s still moving slowly, carefully. The hour-long pleasure that usually keeps you awake at night falls away this time; his mouth journeys down your body and to your panties right away.

Wet kisses call goosebumps to the surface of your skin; he moans when you do. His fingers tug at the straps of your bra, pulling it down and freeing your perked nipples. The gust of wind through the open window makes you shiver.

“Today was really fucking long,” you murmur, whimpering when he bites your sides. “Fuck, I—”

“Yes. Yeah, what is it?”

“Can you hurry up?”

“You’re flattering me,” he laughs, hands on your hips as his face settles between your spread legs. “On our first day as a married couple, too.”

“Me telling you to hurry up is flattery to you?”

“Is it not?” He plays around the hem of your panties, and when his fingertips graze the spot near your clit, you almost shut your legs close. “You think hearing you beg for dick isn’t flattery?”

“Not begging…” you insist, though the both of you know just how fast he affects your mind. “Just—”

He slaps your pussy with a layer still inbetween; you yelp, looking down at him with furrowed eyebrows as he says, “I missed this.”

“It’s just been two days.”

“So? I miss you all the damn time.”

“Simp.”

“‘Kay,” he only voices before he buries his nose and mouth in your panties.

He inhales, lips toying with the fabric. Then, his tongue darts out, and you feel it subtly, slowly; your body reacts, and that’s all he wants.

Looking up at you, he finds your eyes closed in delight and lust. He dives in again – and this time, he flattens his tongue over your pussy, the material of your panties harsh against the wet muscle. You squirm, groaning, and your hands rush to his dark hair.

It’s still somewhat hard from the gel his tresses got styled with, but when you look at him, the damn loose strands send you into an endless spiral of craze.

“Taehyung—”

“Mmmh.”

His movements become more urgent; soon, he’s making out with your clothed cunt, nails digging into your legs and hips, and you squirm in his grip. Your reaction sends blood straight from his head to his cock, and when impatience wins once and for all, his face shoots up.

Your limbs are shivering already, your nipples impossibly hard. And with the look you wear, he can’t help but feel his underwear tighten. Nearly ripping your panties off of you, he throws them on the ground before finding his way back home between your thighs.

He doesn’t take a moment or two to prepare you for what’s to come; instead, he pushes your legs back immediately, starting to eat you out like a man starved. His tongue and lips feel soft against your pussy, and he keeps changing the pace.

From fast flicks to slow kisses, he doesn’t leave a spot of you untouched. His mouth glistens from your slick – you can see it even from here – and his hair tickles your pelvis. Nether lips spread, he brings a finger to your entrance, and when he teases it with circling motions, you shut your legs around his ears again.

“Fuck,” he says when he emerges anew for a breath of air. “One more time and I’ll leave you high and dry on your wedding night.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

He smirks. “I wouldn’t, you’re right,” the shake and tilt of his head remind you of the devil; he will eat you alive, you know it, “but don’t you wanna come as many times as possible, baby?”

“Now th–that you say it…” you breathe out when he soothes the crescent moons his nails dug into your skin. “But hurry. Please.”

“‘Yeah, babe.” Taehyung’s finger pushes in between your walls, and your eyes roll back at the pleasant intrusion. “No need to worry at all.”

And then, he’s tongueing at your clit. Drawing patterns, watching you leak, his fingers drenched in arousal to their knuckles. He fucks into you slowly at first before he increases his pace, and with the tension already present in your tummy since dinner, you let go with a snap.

“Ohhhh, you— you fucking demon, I—” is all you manage.

He licks you through your high; you feel the smile against your skin. You might’ve remarked something snarky if he wasn’t robbing every little piece of your sanity.

Cautiously, he watches your expression, a deep crease between your eyebrows that relaxes bit by bit. You look drowsy, kind of hazy – the way you always do when an orgasm shakes your body.

“Baby,” he whispers innocently, and you almost scoff; though your reaction dies immediately when he adds, “Turn around.”

“Huh?”

Taehyung laughs, kissing your cheek, your nose, your forehead before he teases, “You really can’t think anymore, can you?” You let out a small snicker, shaking your head no. “Turn around for me.”

You attempt your best to do a 180, and his hands aid you, flipping you over before he lifts your hips. Balancing your body on your underarms, you throw the hair out of your face, and when you glance back a few seconds later, he’s… fully naked.

Pumping his cock.

Hissing, biting his lip. His jaw is clenched and sharp – you want it to cut you open.

You push your body back, wiggling your ass, but Taehyung’s free hand stops you in your tracks when he grabs a handful of your bum and squeezes hard. You let out a quiet vocal, and he says, “You wanna play with my sanity like that?”

“It’s what I’ll be doing the rest of my life, babe.”

“Good one,” he says, albeit not without a tsk and a roll of his eyes. You don’t see his pupils anymore – but you’re sure he did just that.

You feel the mattress shift when he moves closer; his cock rests between your ass cheeks, moving slowly. Leaking precum sticks hot against your skin, and he leans forwards until his chest almost touches your back.

“Here,” he voices, bringing his fingers to your mouth. “Need a good image of what you can do.”

You want to tell him that he knows exactly what you can do – pictures of his eyes rolled back, his cock throbbing in your mouth, your own eyes watering flash across your mind. The way he grunts and groans when he comes in your throat, his voice as deep as the ocean.

Fuck.

Words die on your tongue when he pushes the digits he fucked you with between your lips. It’s the same as always for you, neutral; your arousal awakens nothing in you. But you know he likes your fragrance, your taste, that it drives him crazy to feel you around him anyhow.

Like now.

You swirl your tongue around his fingers, bobbing your head back and forth, eyelids shut as he moans. You imagine that he’s thrown his head back; feel how rockhard he is for you.

His cock shifts down and prods your entrance – you think he’ll push in when you expect it the least. But instead, he removes his fingers from your mouth and says, “Spit on it.”

Offering his palm, he breathes in deeply again, and you land a blob of spit on his hand before it vanishes from your sight. Craning your neck again, you watch as he spreads it around his dick; veins pulsate along his curved length, and you drool at the size, at the sheer delicacy that’ll ruin you all night.

And then, he moves on the bed again, and you avert your gaze, preparing your body for what’s to come.

Wet and filthy, his cock slides in. A loud mewl of his name falls out of you, and your upper body threatens to drop. He fills you up slowly, knowing you need a moment to adjust to him; and once he’s sheathed himself entirely inside you, he asks, “All good, my love?”

“I’m okay,” you assure, your head spinning, “go ahead. Please.”

And so he does.

Starts fucking into you gently, his hips moving in circles. He watches the way his cock keeps disappearing inside you; listens to the sounds that tumble out of you constantly; sees it when you grab the sheets above your head.

“Can I go—”

“Yeah,” you say, already aware of what he’s going to ask, “harder… faster.”

“Okay. Okay, shit.” He pauses, taking the moment to ram into you hard. “Are you even real? Gonna break the bed, I sw— swear.”

He would. It’s not like he has never torn up the pillows in your bedroom. But if he does it here, the hotel staff might complain, so he better practice control tonight.

Even if you don’t want him to.

Taehyung used to tell you how his biggest flex in bed was composure. How he always knew what he was doing, every move calculated – and how all of this broke once he met you. You’re a fog, he always says. You don’t allow a clear mind… don’t allow calculations.

And you notice it in the way his hips snap against yours; the way he forgets the world around him. You jolt forwards, your legs giving in. But the weakness of your limbs doesn’t discourage him; instead, he falls onto you, careful to not crush you under his weight.

Flat on your tummy, you’re caged between the bed and him, raising your arms higher. And before you know it, his hands have wandered from your waist to your wrists, pinning them down on each side of the pillow.

His cock, impossibly solid and wet, fucks you insane – your thoughts are scattered when the curve of it hits an especially sensitive patch inside you.

And he… not even he can believe that you’re real. His thrusts push your ass upwards, both your bodies sweaty; he loves how you feel wrapped around his thick cock. So he lunges in harder.

You nearly scream, “Taehyung—” Your heart thumps wildly, and his teeth nibble at the shell of your ear, his breathing shallow and irregular against you. “Taehyung, fuck, I…”

“Talk to me. Talk to me, sweetheart.”

“I love you… so— so fucking much.”

You do.

You do, right?

And suddenly… something seems to change in the atmosphere.

Your words trigger something in his heart. Something deeply anchored, yet easy to grasp. The wild hammering of his hips calms down, and the firm grip around your wrists loosens.

“Baby,” he whispers, and you hum, feeble in his presence. “I’m sorry, but… can you— can you turn around again?” You hum again, and he adds, “Wanna see you.”

So you do.

Slowly, with sugar and honey in your eyes. No matter how lewd your actions, your eyes are always deep and dreamy. He thinks he sees your soul through them – shiny and bright, like no one else’s ever.

God, he’s in love with you.

There can’t be a day without you anymore. By the laws of fate and love, there can’t be.

With the tip of his member spreading your pussy again, one of his hands wanders to the nape of your neck. His fingers bury in your hair, his lips grazing yours. He looks at you like he’s seeing you for the very first time – sighs along with you when his dick has vanished inside you again.

And then, before he starts moving once more, he admits, “I love you, too. I love you so much, it hurts.”

It hurts.

Every moment without him. You hate being dependent on people – but Taehyung has a hold on your heart that will keep suffocating you in the most delightful way. If that’s the silent ache love and eternal fondness bring, you don’t ever want your heart to stop bleeding.

Your moans, your whimpers, the crying out of each other’s names continue. The yearning, despite the closeness, doesn’t end. But his ministrations are slower now, his eyes lost in you. He doesn’t stop looking at you.

Only fucks you deeper, his pelvis brushing against your clit, untying the second knot that forms in your stomach. And he says, “I can’t… I cannot believe this.”

“What, baby?” you whisper, pushing the stray hair behind his ears.

“That this is happening…” You know immediately what he means. Not sex. Not intimate moments. You’ve had so many of those. But. “My wife. Aren’t you? My—” A sharp breath falls out of his mouth. “My baby, right? My wife.”

You might tear up… here and now. Your eyes are already welling up, glassier than his – and when he buries his face in your neck, kissing your flesh, you throw your head back. Eyelids flutter shut. The one tear priorly attempting to escape rolls out of your eyes and down your temples.

And when the contact of your skins keeps toying with your clit, you let go again at one particularly effective thrust. His name is all you seem to know – the rest of human language doesn’t make any sense anymore. Your voice breaks, your arms around him so tight that your muscles hurt.

Your husband.

Kim Taehyung.

Kim Taehyung – a man you’ll keep forever. His thoughts, his smile, his touch. A future with him and mini hims.

Yours.

“Fuck, I’m gonna…” he manages, but you barely understand. “I love you. Love you. You feel so good, f—”

You press your lips together, still keening – and when he muffles his sounds against your clavicles, you know he’s close, too. He moves inside you once. Twice. And half a minute later, he’s spilling inside you, his seed hot and plenty.

A palm of yours slides down his body, to the firm muscles of his ass. He raises his head, madness in his eyes; his hair is dishevelled, in urgent need of a wash. But you think he’s prettiest like that.

Drowning in you. Unaware of his surroundings.

Taehyung is in love with you, and you will keep repeating it to yourself until you understand this fact’s reality one day.

“You’re perfect,” he then says.

His cock softens, the sheets damp from your sweat and filth – but right now, you couldn’t care less. His eyes pull you in too much, hypnotising; who could care about anything other than him?

“You are,” you tell him, and he smiles. Pecks your nose, and then stares at you with a blush dusting his cheeks. “And today was perfect, too.”

“It was, yeah? I’m happy if you’re happy, then.”

“You know what I loved the most?”

“Mmh… Slow dancing.”

Your eyes blow wide along with your mouth, and you tilt your head in the pretty way he adores as you say, “How did you know?”

“I saw it the moment we started. I knew you loved it,” he pauses, licks his lips, and you look at his mole for a moment, “but also because it was my favourite part, too.”

You nod slowly, pulling him into you a bit more. “We should slow dance more often, I think.”

“We’ll do anything you like, okay? We have all the time in the world now.”

Once again, you nod, and your eyes shimmer with purity. You’re indescribable – a wonder of nature. One of Monet’s paintings, right out of his mind, personified.

Taehyung never questions where you were all his life. Never thinks you should’ve crossed paths before. Because recalling his past, he doesn’t reckon he would’ve gotten into your heart this deep with the personality he used to wear.

Love had its time – and when the first tries failed, you appeared with a halo over your head.

It’s perfect. Every moment, every kiss, every fight and every piece of you – perfect.

The corners of his lips drop, his eyes suddenly sober. Worry creeps up your heart, and for a second, you fear he might slip back into the anxious moods that used to plague him. So you ask, “What’s wrong?”

But in reality… he and his heart are calm. Pleasant waves of tenderness swim in his eyes. And then…

Then he says, “You’re the love of my life.”

Your heart stops for a moment.

You take a deep breath; your waterline dampens again.

And he continues, “Don’t you ever dare to leave, okay?”

As if anything was easier than that. A request so obvious that you don’t even need to think twice before you promise, “I’d be an idiot if I did.”

That’s what you vowed at your wedding today. That you’d keep the beats of your hearts synchronised. That you’d never let him feel the absence of your warmth. And that you’d keep your fingers tangled with his.

That you’ve fallen for him once – and that you’ll keep falling for him forever.

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please lmk what u think and reblog if u liked it 🥺 !!

[muffindaddystyles]

Soft dom harry makes subby reader upset subspace?

MEANIE ANGRY H :D BUCKLE UP FELLAS

Y/N's day is been shitty so far. It started with an ache in her lower abdomen from Harry’s morning stiffy bulging against her asscheeks fattening everytime he snuggled into her to hoard her warmth and blankies and to stuff his face in her neck with incoherent blabbering.

She wanted to wake him up with her hand, mouth, hole— anything around his cock and to please him and dull the burny feeling in her tummy -- but -- she had an important workshop at UNI that was must needed to be attended.

The time she managed to knock herself out of her needy and lusty headspace, she was getting late and whirling around the room and closest like a thunderstorm -- burying a snoring Harry under the heaps of clothes and littering the floor with her shoes collection, the kitchen got treated much more worst with maids being not around (she’s used to Harry waking up earlier than her and making her a full course brekkie) after making a laughable ruckus of cabinets all she stuffed her mouth with was a chocolate protein bar.

The stars were still not in her favour. She was grabbing onto her hair until far when she missed the bus (she usually don’t take buses, Harry makes sure the driver drop her off safe and secure) and it started raining leaving Y/N with nothing but a bare head to take all of it as she already left the bus shelter to stop a taxi.

If all of that wasn’t much of a tragedy and humiliating, Y/N slipped the moment she stepped out of the vehicle and on the slippery curbs of the building, she saw her life flashing right infront of her eyes as the papers tucked in her armpit fled everywhere and landed on the rainy mud sadistically along her. It gave her a serious hit in her ankle and completely yanked her hip, still being a stubborn-head she picked herself and went inside despite how many glares the cleaning staff threw her way for bringing the dirt with her feed all over the shiny floors.

She felt bad.

Stupidly bad.

Her workshop teachers were kind enough to accept her late arrival, but her designs for fall got rejected and they’d have been a huge milestone for her to get her dream internship.

Y/N felt awfully, teeny, pathetic and little while slumping into the corner of the bus and holding her breath to refrain from crying these little liquidy bitches out of her eyes.

Reaching back home she was met with pure chaos, bumping into petrified and agitated employs from Harry’s company scurrying out of their main foyer and she could persist but to ask what happened only to be informed in stammers that the staff messed up big and caused a loss of million dollars— making Harry terribly mad and fire people left and right.

It wasn’t a joke at all.

Because once, she steps inside, bag falling from her shoulder as she sighs in exhaustion feeling her muscles stiffening everywhere but one particular spot's hurting wrenchingly— her foggy mind couldn’t figure it out yet. She peeks into Harry’s home office to be met by a very annoyed, aggrieved, furious Harry pacing in his office all whilst with a phone against his ear shouting at someone who was destined to be humiliated today just like her and she pouts gingerly seeing his features skewered tightly into displeasure, the vein that curves along his temple prominent with blood pumping erratically in his body.

His head snaps up at the door’s creak and albeit his eyes softens a little, the kink of brows and the scowl on his lips is still there and he watches her paddle towards him carefully knowing anything at the moment would burst his chimneys out and she wants to be good for her daddy.

“Hi.” She speaks timidly, pout getting more rusty when the greetings not returned and instead he keeps all of his attention on the phone keeping a loose arm around her.

She grumbles, when he gestures down at her to give him a sec and untangles himself from her walking away and huffing and puffing into the phone.

How could he!

She feels so denied and rejected and kicked like it’s done to those affection starved lil puppies.

Her clingy tendencies flying high drunk and wooly. The needy beastie inside her wanting nothing more than take a bath where Harry could cream her back in her favourite berry bubbles, massaging her head and whisper sweet nothings into her ear, then lots and lots of cuddles, maybe he'll be generous enough and let her keep him snug inside her while they watch movie because she had such an awful day.

But, No! He's trying to escape free from her because she’s such a burden for him now.

Her eyes turns glassy, her shoulders slumping sadly and out of nowhere she’s feeling cold and barren as Harry’s voice becomes a wafting fume for her— an indication she has gone under too much.

“Daddy . . .” She stomps behind him, circling his footsteps like a whiny puppy and grapples at his dress shirt gasping sullenly when he swats her dainty hands away and glares down at her in dominance, his tone harsh as he blocks the receiver with his palm and mouths at her with a huff, “Stop being needy fo’ once. I’ve clearly some important issues to care for, Y/N.” Poor Y/N's deathly grip on his shirt loosens sorrowfully and her chin wobbles as she nodded still wanting to be good for him and if it wasn’t enough to give her the biggest heartbreak of the year— he even rolled his eyes at her too grumping under his breath about something how he turned her into a spoiled brat himself.

“Okie. . .” Her voice strangled and small. She shrinks into herself but wasn’t paid any heed from Harry and without another word she leaves him as to be it.

Having a huge breakdown in her room didn’t help at all. A painful headache hitting her like a train as she clumsily strips down, wearing one of his t-shirt heavily drenched in his scent he keeps for her under her pillow anytime she needs it and hides under the blankets with tears still running down her swollen cheeks— slipping into a light slumber from all of weariness and crying.

Once the smoke cleared from Harry’s mind and his capabilities of rational thinking coming back to him, he was reminded of how he denied his baby of his littlest of affection and tenderness when she clearly looked so glum and sad and upset.

He wanted to whip himself in head.

He’s such a twat that he let work come between them.

He curses himself. Making a sprint to his bedroom, knowing he’d find her none other than there and he was right puffing out a disheartened sigh when his eyes falls over his princess buried under all of these layers of blankets, he crawls up towards her carefully not to startle her awake.

Grunting at himself when he finds she’s been crying, he strokes a thumb up her blushy cheeks and her wet lashes, kissing her puffy eyelids and her little sad unhappy pout away.

He frowns. Feeling her feverish and flushed under his hand, “Hey puppy . . .” He thumbs down her throat getting a little fretful when she doesn’t stirs, however she’s such a squirmy little one and he moves the blankets away to let her body cool itself smiling proudly at his shirt swallowing her whole is when she snuggled herself more into her stuffie letting the shirt ride up her thighs and hips exposing a ghastly bruise of red and purples and he frowns not remembering it being there before.

Now. He feels shittier. Wanting to jump of the cliff for being a shitty sadist boyfriend to his only beloved.

“No!” Y/N whimpers loudly, squirming away from his touch as he examines her gently and it sent shockwaves to each of her tissues and lions causing her an undeniable pain.

“Puppy, shh, shh. ‘s just me, making sure if y'okay.” He scrambles closer to her towering her to cradle her face and kiss the tip of her nose—- his face falls drastically and his heart cracks miserly when Y/N pushes him away with a sorrowful mumble not even letting him wipe the drool away from the corner of her mouth as he usually does.

“’M okay . . .” She tries to knuckle the sleepiness away with shivery hands, “No you’re not —...” He’s cut off by her angry pout and her silly efforts to keep as much distance between them as possible, “I don’t need, Daddy . . ‘m big and I could take care of me self.” At her puny waver realization dawns upon Harry and his brows shoots up to his hairline feeling nauseous and terrible for not taking care of his babylove earlier.

He’d have never let her be away from him if he knew she was in her subspace.

“Y/N baby . . . I didn’t mean it, darling —--...” With gentleness he tries to approach her but she wraps her arms around her petite figure in a protective manner, haziness taking best of her and Harry’s chest suffocates into itself, being a dom it’s your responsibility to make your subby feel protected, loved and happy and he even failed at that.

He quickly cups both of her hot cheeks in his nippy palms when she hiccups sadly, a sob threatening to slip out, “Yes you did! You meant it. Said you spoiled me, I don’t want your money, promise! I just want you and y'shooed me away saying Y/N’s too needy . . .” Harry flinches at her words. He never even spared a thought to this negativity that she chooses to be with him for his money because he knows out of all the people she’s the only one who loves him out of the boundaries of status and money.

He realises how stabbing they'd have been to her when she was so sensitive and floaty wanting nothing more, just him.

How deep she has gone if she’s taking her own name in third person.

“’M sorry baby. So sorry. Swear on myself, didn’t mean to hurt my baby, knows tha’ work shouldn’t be an excuse t’ make y'feel unloved—- but those bastards got a tick outta me.” He rambles on frantically. Afraid she’ll think he’s lying and would finally make up her mind to leave him.

“You didn’t?” She asks with so much innocence Harry nearly cries out, “’Course I didn’t! How could I? You could never be needy, Bab. I love you so much and you’re my whole word, forgive me please?”

“You’re forgiven,” She let a small smile flutter up her features, a tinge of gleam in her previous dull eyes brightening the whole room and Harry immediately bunches her up in his lap.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks her, not sure if she still needs space from him and would rather be better without him but she bobs her head shyly and he chuckles softly before touching their lips together into a tender loving kiss and brushes their noses up and down murmuring sweetly coy to her.

“Now, could y'tell daddy how y'got this bruise baby? How did ya get hurt?” He coos, brushing her sweaty hair back and rubs her sweet gland behind her ear delicately, “Oh yeah . . . this, was raining and slipped.” She murmurs, hissing a gasp jolting away when Harry glides his fingers gently down her hip bone and fresh tears springs in her eyes as she buries herself in his chest, “Daddy hurts. . .” . “Oh babypie. Daddy’s g'na take care of his love.” He lays her down gently kissing her forehead when she whines for him to keep on holding her, “’M right here darling. G'na prep us a bath, make my baby alright.” Saying this he quickly disappears inside the washroom and next their room’s sursuring with marble tub filling with warm water, Harry throws in her favourite pink coloured bath bombs and rose essences and throws their towels in the warmer coming back with her as he left her to be, he has decided he’s gonna love on her whole night, “My baby’s the best, ain’t she? She’s my bestest girl.” He coos down at her sweetly and slides his forearms under her knees and back picking her up carefully and brings her to his chest securely.

She closes her eyes, biting down a whimper when Harry dips them in the water some it sloshing down the edges of bathtub and it envelopes them and gives a stingy feeling to her bruise before soothing it down.

He rubs her arms, and circles smoothing patterns on her tummy and kisses her a gallons as she melts in his embrace and he let’s her sink into him more, nibbling and sponging wet ticklish kisses on her neck making her purr and become a puddle of softness in his hold while she takes her time to mumble all the bad events that happened to her and he felt so guilty of not asking her how she’s and how her day went when she came to him, in need of some of his lovin.

“I love you so much, bab.” He suckles her earlobe, toying and plucking her bottom plush lip, “Was prick to me love —.. you deserve all my lovin,” He noses at her jaw, not forgetting it to mark it with his pecks and sloppy bites.

“’S okay daddy, y'had a bad day too.” He’s grateful to have her in his life. She cares about him, maybe more than he does for her and he feels himself lucky for it.

“You want me to help you relax?”

“Can I have you?” Her tone bashfully desperate and coy, Harry meanders their fingers together and kisses her knuckles softly.

Considering her wound still being sore and pulp, having sex would be painful for her and she might not grasp it in her hazy mind but Harry doesn’t want to hurt at all.

He plants a little noisy smooch to her shoulder when she nods, she mews and purrs when Harry glides his palm all the way down her body and cups her pussy digging his palm into her mound and coats his digits with her arousal dipping the pads of his fingers into her entrance, “All this wet f'me?” Palming her tits while whispering sweet nothings into her ear when she gasps and closes up on Harry scratching nails into his bended knees.

“Shh, shh puppy, jus' relax hmm? Feel yourself.” With sputtery inhales she does as he says, soon two of his fingers slips inside her and he strokes her pussy and pulls them out making her all whiny and pushes them back with a squelching noise, fucking her with it smiling and stopping when her thighs parts falls again his’s completely.

“Daddy!” She writhes and whines, trembly hands trying to bring Harry fingers back to her pulsating wetness, “You’re the cutest.” He smiles against her lips giving her cheeks several squishes and pats her head loving to see his adorable princess all flustery for him.

On her demands. He slicks his fingers back inside her and caresses the insides of her thighs while she pants and sinks onto his knuckles blabbering out daddydaddydaddy weepily.

“Cum fo’ me, puppy. Feels good? Yeah? My baby feels nice?” He rasps in her mouth, curving and petting the soft spot inside her pussy and sucks onto her upper lip when she moans and mewls loudly gushing all over his finger and he keeps on fucking her till she’s all sleepy and balmy against his chest.

Harry coaxes her tenderly, smoothing his hands all over her twitchy spots and patches sloppy kisses all over her face that makes her all giggly and shy—- the amount of endorphins spiking high in her system.

“Love you so much, daddy.” She mushes puckering her lips into his throat.

“Love you too, pup.”