#hi rex ily rex

[g0reoz]

Hello Gav do you want to draw my fav silly guy 👁👁 I will be so normal about it (<lying)

EPIC W MOMENT !!!!!!!

[se7ens-oc-heaven]

And now, time for some oc writing!! Specifically, a self-contained piece for my SwSh oc Rex. I think of this as a sort of brief, non-chronological "timeline" piece for him, showing out-of-context snapshots to sort of give a sense of his main drive in the Legendkeepers story. Hopefully you'll all enjoy, this is my first time doing a format like this but I hope it isn't too confusing!

Context: Rex is my oc who follows the Shield storyline, becoming a champion of Galar and exploring the story and events in the Crown Tundra afterwards. His best friend, Ritsu, is a "Faller" who went missing when they were children, and never came back. This follows Rex and how he handles this disappearance as he gets older.

•••

Rex was eleven years old when he first heard the news that his best friend was reported missing. He was worried, of course. He loved his friend dearly. But, in the way you do when you're eleven, he also felt a sureness of how the world worked in a way that didn't always turn out the way it by all rights should have. 

"Yeah, mum and dad have been losing their minds over it. You'd think the world was ending over here, never mind how Ritsu’s parents have been handling things," Rex said rather blithely to Hop, his neighbor and longtime friend. Ritsu's longtime friend. Hop, perched on the stone wall next to Rex, tilted his head at him, confused. 

"They said Ritsu's gone though, right? That sounds awful serious to me," he countered, concern lacing his expression. Hop, by this point, had gathered the nature of the situation well before Rex did. Rex shrugged, swinging his feet aimlessly, heels battering the old stone wall beneath him. 

"I dunno. I mean, it can't be that bad. His parents are always making a fuss if Ritsu misses so much as snack time, and you know he's aces at building super secret bases. He prolly just made a new one and didn't tell them," Rex explained, hopping off the wall with a muted 'oof'. 

"Hey, maybe next time we go visit, we should ask him if we can sleep over in it! I bet it's so cool no one would ever wanna leave, and that's why no one's seen him yet!" He added excitedly. Hop nodded, eyes brightening, the enthusiasm infectious. 

"Yeah, that'd be awesome!" 

•••

Rex was ten years old when his parents were ready to let him take on his first Pokemon. Rex had been eagerly waiting for the day. Bursting with excitement when they told him the good news. But he asked, as politely as he'd ever asked anything, that he wait a year before getting one. 

"Rex, dear, this is all you've ever talked about for so long! I don't mind, but why the change of heart?" His mother inquired, surprised. 

"I was thinking I want to wait until Ritsu can get his, so we can get ours together and they can be bestest buds just like we are!" Rex beamed. His parents exchanged fond, if somewhat anxious glances. 

"I don't have a problem with it," his dad chimed in. 

"But... Ritsu may not even want a pokemon. You know how he gets around them," he added carefully, watching his son for his response. Rex, unphased, shook his head. 

"It'll be fine! He'd feel loads better if he had one looking out for him, I know he would! And so'd his parents! I bet if they quit nagging him so much they'd all learn pokemon can be really cool too!" 

"Rex! That's no way to speak about them!" His mother scolded him with a huff. Rex merely gave a cheeky shrug. 

"It's true though!" 

•••

Rex was fifteen years old when he decided to take on the gym challenge. His parents protested his decision, but he didn't care. He was tired of them getting on his case all the time anymore. Always the same thing, nag nag nag. Ever since Ritsu had disappeared, both his mum and dad had gone insane about keeping track of Rex, holding him accountable at all times. Rex was fed up with it. 

"Ready to go, Miki?" He whispered to his Charmander, sitting on the bedroom sill next to him. Miki wagged her tail, the embers flickering in a mesmerizing fashion in the early dawn light. 

"Char!" She squeaked eagerly. Rex shushed her, brushing a fingertip down her nose gently as a tactile reminder. He grinned down at the charmander in her little red bow. 

"Alright. Let's go then, before we wake mum and dad," he murmured, gesturing with a free arm. Miki took the cue, hopping onto his shoulders, clinging for all she was worth. Rex took a final look down the wall, and - judging it clear - hauled himself down the side, keeping a solid hold on the windowsill now above him. He felt around for good footholds, inching his way down. Normally he'd have no qualms about just dropping right down into the bush below, full force. But he had to be quiet. 

Miki whimpered slightly as Rex slid a little, missing what he thought had been a good ledge. She clung tighter as he fumbled around, adjusting his handholds once he felt his legs were stable. Rex took another look down. Should be good enough, right? 

"Hold on, Miki," he whispered, and with a push he launched himself off the wall, landing on his feet below just in front of the bush. The momentum carried him into a kneel, and he rammed his knees down into the grass with a pained grunt. Oh, he'd be feeling that one later. But that was later, and this was now. And right now, he had to go meet with Hop. 

"Whew.... Alright," Rex muttered to himself, shaking off the lingering pain from his graceless landing. 

"Let's go!" 

It would be several hours before his parents discovered what happened. Rex would be long gone for Wedgehurst by then, and fresh off of what would be his first of many legendary encounters.  

•••

Rex was sixteen years old as he stared down death for the first real time. As he placed himself between Leon and Hop, the latter crying for the former to wake up, pull himself together, Death stared down at the scene before it with a blank apathy. Rex glowered up at the unfeeling hand just waiting to scoop them all up within its chilling grasp. He didn't care what it thought it was, it was out of line! 

The creature - Eternatus, presumably - thundered a hollow, alien cry, and Rex readied his pokeballs. It'd have to kill him and his team before it could get to Hop and Leon. 

•••

Rex was still sixteen years old as he tackled the chairman to the floor of the power plant. He'd never cared much for the man and his glib manner of speaking, but it had never been personal. Before now, that is. 

Now? He wanted nothing more dearly than to make the older man pay for what he did. For endangering his pokemon. For endangering Leon. For endangering Hop, and nearly putting him through another loss. For nearly putting Rex through another loss. 

Well. Rex almost wanted nothing more dearly than to make the older man pay.  

Rex was sixteen years old as the other adults hauled him off of the beaten and battered chairman, voices blending together into a thick stew of concern and shock, worry and admonishment. 

Rex was sixteen years old as he was escorted from the Hammerlocke gym, into a throng of cameras and microphones pushing and shoving greedily towards him, ready to feed. 

Rex was sixteen years old as articles scrutinizing him flew off the press and as news reporters used his name as they would that of a storm in the daily weather report. 

Rex was sixteen years old, a hero of Galar. A public figure.

Rex was sixteen years old when he became the Champion.

Rex was sixteen years old. 

•••

Rex was twelve years old, nearly thirteen, when he attended his best friend's funeral. He didn't understand why. Ritsu was still missing. Not dead. 

According to the adults, it was because there were no leads, no sign of Ritsu anywhere at any point, and so they had to assume the worst. Well, then the adults hadn't looked hard enough! That wasn't Ritsu's fault if they were bollocks at searches. They shouldn't have been giving up on him just for that. 

Rex stood amid a mass of black, holding his baby charmander close to his chest. That shouldn't be out, someone had scolded, put it back in its pokeball. 

No, Rex had said, standing firm. Miki has just as much right to be here as anyone. She wasn't hurting anything.

The adults continued to shoot him looks for the orange bundle in his black-clad arms. He let them. 

Miki had been there for him through all of this. She didn't deserve to be cooped up in some ball just because the others thought she was lesser. 

At least Hop understood. Over half of the times that Rex had looked up to see a disapproving glare sent his way, he also saw Hop giving them a hard stare of his own, inching himself in the middle of the line of sight. Rex would give an appreciative smile and Hop would hit him with a small grin of his own. 

"You don't have to handle this alone", it seemed to say. 

•••

Rex was sixteen years old as he stood next to his best friend Hop, in the midst of a panicked evacuation from the Darkest Day heralding the end of the world.

“Aaaagh, shit. How are we going to find Leon in this mess?” Hop bounced on the balls of his feet anxiously, trying to crane his neck to see past the people flooding out of the building. 

“Stay calm. If there’s one thing I’ve learned researching about Ritsu, it’s-”

“Oh, drop it about Ritsu for one damned second!” Hop swore. Rex faltered, startled. Around them, alarms blared and a cacophony of voices swarmed in all directions around them. 

Rex stared back at Hop, brows furrowed in a question he was too speechless to ask. Hop waved his arm in a sweeping motion towards everything. 

“Now’s not the time! Just look at this! We have to focus on the now, on saving my brother!”

Rex found himself protesting without fully meaning to.

“Well, yeah, obviously. I wasn’t saying otherwise. I was jus-”

“No, I know! But it’s not the same! It’s not! The same!” Hop interrupted, voice raising.

 “My bro’s still alive! Ritsu’s dead! He’s been dead, and I’ve let it go all this time that you keep blithering on about bringing him back or whatever, but now’s not the time!”

Rex fell still. Hop glared him down for a moment before it was clear no one was going to make a move otherwise. 

“Ugh, screw this! I’m going to go find Leon! Or the chairman. Or. Something!” Hop scoffed, whirling on his heel and running off into the amorphous cloud of people.

Rex hesitated. 

He had to go help too. 

His feet felt welded to the floor. 

Rex was sixteen years old as he stood, lost and alone in a crowd of people fleeing the end of the world. 

•••

Rex was sixteen, going on seventeen years old, as the wind blustered around him, stealing his heat from his bones. He paid it little mind, all attention trained on the pokemon before him, its absurdly large head bobbing around in front of him. Chief Peony likewise bobbed in the air, suspended with telekinesis Rex had wagered, expression almost peaceful as words were spoken through him. 

"I am Calyrex. I am the one known as the King of Bountiful Harvests. I have borrowed this man's body in order to thank you in person...so to speak."

The wind was surely stealing Peony's heat away. He hoped the chief could hold out a little longer. 

•••

“Hold out just a little bit longer, Ritsu.”

Rex was eleven years old, nearly twelve, as he muttered this into his palm. He sat sullenly in his room, staring out the window, grounded for the third time that month for trying to take a train - and then ultimately, a plane - to Hoenn all by himself. 

He was tired of waiting for the adults to get off their arses and find his friend! It was obvious he needed to take matters into his own hands! Not that his parents listened to a word he’d say. What would they know? 

Dejectedly, he flipped through the pages of a worn comic book issue with one hand, disinterested in the panels and words he’d read over a dozen times by now. Only one speech bubble happened to catch his eye by chance as the pages scattered past, a shout bubble belonging to a desperate hero.

“Hold out a little bit longer.”

It was a phrase used often enough, especially in his favorite comics. Seriously enough. Ritsu was fine, Rex knew he was. But it felt appropriate, somehow, to apply it to the situation. 

Hold out a little bit longer. 

Rex was eleven years old, nearly twelve, when a knock on the door distracted him from a troubling line of thinking. 

•••

“Hold on there, Rex,” Rex’s mum had laughed gaily, keying the number into the rotom phone. Rex, twelve years old, sat shoulder to shoulder with Hop, bouncing his knee in impatience as the egg before him glowed gently. 

“But dad’s going to miss it!” Rex whined. 

“He’ll still get to meet the baby pokemon that’s come out of it,” Leon reassured over the speaker. Rex had insisted everyone be present, even if it meant Hop called his brother while Rex’s mum tried - and failed - to reach his dad. 

“It’s supposed to be a charmander, right?” Hop asked his brother. 

“Could be.” 

Rex startled from his pout, and his head whipped to the phone in Hop’s lap. 

“You said it was an egg from your charizard, guaranteed!”

“I mean, who can really tell with eggs?” Leon laughed. Rex had just about wound up a retort when a telltale crack sound snapped in front of him. All eyes trained on the source. 

The egg was hatching. 

Everyone watched, spellbound, as the egg broke open in a blaze of light. A little orange lizard sprawled out from the broken shell, stretching with a tiny squeak of effort, before large aquamarine eyes turned up curiously towards Rex. 

“Hullo there,” Rex whispered, leaning closer to the tiny charmander. 

“Want to be my friend?”

•••

Rex was twenty five years old as he stood, uncertainly, in Eterna forest, an aged flute clutched in both hands. Beside him, Miki, his charizard and most faithful companion, leaned down to huff at the instrument. Rex chuckled, and stroked at her muzzle soothingly. 

“Yeah, I hear ya. ‘S now or never, huh?” 

At his other side, Calyrex nodded sagely. 

“It’s time, Rex,” they confirmed. Rex took a deep breath in. And out. Then, holding the time flute up to his lips, he began to play. 

The trio heard a noise akin to if glitter were a sound, and a delighted laugh chimed across the forest. Rex opened his eyes to see Celebi, hovering in front of him expectantly. 

“Calyrex?” Rex prompted, still nervous. Calyrex nodded. 

“Celebi is ready,” they affirmed. Rex nodded, a smile starting to spread across his lips as it sank in. 

He’d done it. 

He’d finally be bringing Ritsu home. 

Rex was twenty-five years old as he looked Celebi in the eye and said,

“Let’s do it, then. Take me back to Hisui.”

[loversys-x3]

MY KING IS HOME <3333

[whateverloomis]

The country side 🌾

Landlord!Billy Loomis and Stu Macher x AFAB Reader

Lots of inspo pics and plenty of filth. I got very motivated and inspired with this one so here it is! There's some plot developing here and adding an extra character kinda takes it further, no? I'd love to hear suggestions for a possible second part. Asks and comments are greatly appreciated. or just straight up thirst ;) I'd like to thank @toxicanonymity for giving me the green light with this concept and also for inspo with some things. Ily Toxi bb <33

Warnings: Slow burn and lots of teasing, mention of abuse, very graphic sexual descriptions and imaginations, plenty of underwear kink, panty sniffing, mention of: panty stuffing, mention of: double penetration, suggestive Stuilly comment, and more filth, AFAB reader (no pronouns used,) UNEDITED

Word count: 2.5k

•

Being invisible to your family and getting out of an abusive relationship would break anyone, and it did for a while, until you had enough. You needed a change. A drastic one, so you decided to move out from the city and into the countryside. You also got a companion along the way to join you, a beautiful German Shepherd named Rex. 

Traveling without a destination and staying with strangers or in motels was fun for a few months. Not to mention the spontaneous hookups. They didn’t really satisfy you much, if you were being honest, so you’d often ended up in a strangers house fucking yourself in the shower. If you were lucky enough they’d have a shower head installed. Free sex toy for the win. It’s safe to say that you needed your own space to live with Rex. Nothing permanent though, a mortgage was out of the question. 

After some research and a few visits to different properties, you found the perfect one. A ranch style cabin in a cute piece of land that had a few other properties and some trailers at a good distance from each other. It wasn’t luxurious by any means, but it was different and that’s all you needed.

On the official move in day you met one of the two landlords, Stu Macher. He’s the one you were constantly communicating with while doing all the paperwork and calls until finally stepping in your long awaited home.

“You like it? It’s one of our oldest structures and the cutest one in my opinion.” Stu said with a flirty tone as he gave you a tour of the wooden cabin. After he commented on the “property”, the man looked at you and smiled, revealing those dimples you couldn’t take your eyes off of the second you started talking to him. His short salt and pepper hair along with his trimmed, short beard made him all the more attractive, and combined with his height? The size difference was significant between the two of you and that was the cherry on top. He sounded delicious on the phone but you didn’t know he’d be that fucking hot. The rolled up sleeves of his flannel, light wash jeans that did absolutely nothing to hide the prominent bulge and fuck, you could go on. 

“It’s definitely quite charming,” you replied and smiled innocently, an act that he didn’t buy for a second. You both felt the flirty undertones and you planned on continuing your little game.

“Is he a biter?” Stu suddenly switched the topic and gave Rex some attention. He slowly crouched down as you shook your head no.

“He’s a protective boy but he’s chill if there isn’t any immediate danger,” you replied and Stu cooed at your companion as he gave him rough playful pets with those large hands of his, which Rex enjoyed very much. Lucky much? A hot middle aged man who’s an animal lover like you and your landlord who lives a few feet away from your new home? A perfect start to your day, and you hadn’t even met the second landlord yet.

•

Throughout the week you spent your time organizing all your belongings and cleaning. One particular day you were outside with the water hose washing away paint stains from the porch. You wore a dangerously short sundress, mainly for the heat and partially because Stu lives close enough to get a good view of your ass whenever you bent down to pick items up as he attempted to weed his garden, which he rarely did, but this time the man had motivation and a very good reason to be outside. 

You purposely wore a bright colored thong so it was visible whenever you kneeled down, exposing your cute, barely covered cunt just for Stu to look at. The man nearly drooled at the sight and felt himself get hard in his tight jeans. He imagined burying his face between those gorgeous thighs of yours and taking a good sniff before eating you up like his life depended on it. 

As you continued cleaning, Rex got excited when he woke up from his nap and saw that you were "playing with water," so your companion ran excitedly up to you and straight under the stream.

“No! Not now Rex, c’mon!” You yelled, loud enough for him to hear. Even if he was a good boy he had his moments. You struggled with him for a while, trying to get him to go inside but Rex thought it was a brilliant idea to start running towards one of the cabins close by and "conveniently enough", it was Billy Loomis' cabin.

The man sat on the bench strategically positioned on his porch to observe whoever walked by his property. A white t-shirt and oversized jeans barely covered his abdominal area and exposed his v-line. The cigarette in his large hand, between those delicate fingers that could kill anyone that tested him if needed. Billy doesn’t trust anyone. He has a short temper and he's dangerous. A combination you're a total sucker for.

As he blew the smoke out of his mouth slowly, he saw your German Shepherd enter his property. Seconds after, you came into view running towards the animal.

Billy didn't bother moving from his spot, he just observed the scene before him knowing damn well that if he needed to use the glock that was tucked behind him at that moment he would've done it without hesitating.

As you ran, your tits bounced in your sundress and it lifted up your thighs as you ran, giving the man a delicious view. A whole ass show, if he was being honest.

Rex almost made his way on the porch but luckily you grabbed his collar before it occurred.

"Oh Gosh, I'm so sorry! He's been going crazy ever since we moved here," you explained, nearly out of breath from running.

"No worries, it tends to happen," Billy responded softly, a smirk adorning his face, raking his eyes up and down your body shamelessly.

You laughed, still out of breath. As you scanned his cabin you saw an “administration” sign on the front door, just like Stus. Of course he’s just as hot as Stu.

"Oh, you’re one of the landlords… I hope this isn’t getting me kicked out or anything." You said, half serious, half joking, flashing and adorable smile and poor attempt at seeming concerned.

Billy chuckled and took another drag from his cigarette, “Nah, it happens. YN, right?”

The way your name rolled off his tongue did unexpected things to your body and you hummed enjoying the sound before confirming his question.

Billy shifted his gaze towards Rex and nodded his head towards him.

“He bite?” The man asked, same as Stu did a few days prior. Why are they so concerned?

“Oh, no. Nothing like that, unless he’s threatened, of course.” You replied and a few seconds later Rex approached Billy and sniffed him. The man didn’t move a muscle, trying to avoid making a scene, and to his surprise your companion put his paws on his thighs and looked for pets which Billy gladly gave him.

“Y’know, if you need help moving the rest of your stuff in I can give you a hand.” Billy offered while still giving attention to Rex.

“That would be great, actually. I still have some stuff in my truck.” You replied and he stood up, raking his eyes over you on the way up before meeting your gaze and standing a bit too close for an average distance. You couldn't help but bite your lip.

“I’ll come by tomorrow then.” You both agreed and you made your way back to your property, swinging your hips more than usual as you walked away from his house. Billy paid attention to your short dress again and wondered if you wore anything under there. Fuck, he wanted to find out. Needed to know, and even if you wore anything under there he’d still want to take a look. 

Maybe he’d go through your boxes the next day and see if he finds some of your panties. Better yet, used ones. He’d definitely have some fun with those. Maybe he’d get some for Stu, too. If he was feeling nice enough.

•

The next day Billy and you started unboxing your stuff early in the morning. The sun was bright and the sky was clear and it quickly got hot as mid day approached. The white tank Billy was wearing stuck to his body with the sweat that glazed his skin. You couldn’t take your eyes off him for one second. His abs were showing through the fabric of his shirt and his v line was prominent, just like the bulge under that goddamn belt that you’d love to be tied up with. Spanked with, even.

The mattress you had been transporting for weeks before arriving was one of the last things to unload from your truck and Billy insisted on carrying it in himself.

“Are you sure? I can help Billy, seriously” You said as he moved the mattress in a comfortable position to unload it from your vehicle.

“Don’t worry about it sweetheart, seriously.” he answered before whistling at Stu to come over and help him.

Sweetheart.

“Give me a hand here.” Billy said as Stu approached him.

“Gladly.” Stu answered suggestively and Billy glared at him.

You took note of their little exchange and observed as they carried the mattress into your house. Their biceps were on full display and they grunted occasionally while moving the item. If you were growing wet just by looking at Billy, imagine having both of them looking that good in front of you and entering your house. Heck, you’d tell them to place that mattress right in the middle of your living room and fuck you right then and there. Let them stuff you with their evidently big cocks in whichever hole they pleased. You'd scream and whine for them like a pathetic slut. You needed them both so bad at that point.

•

“What a babe, right?” Stu told Billy quietly as they moved the mattress into your room. 

“Yeah, it’s been a while since-” – “You guys want lemonade?” You interrupted and both men looked at each other before Stu followed you excitedly to the kitchen. He's so easily distracted in annoyed the fuck out of Billy sometimes. However, he stayed behind and decided to search your drawers… until he found exactly what he was looking for. What he needed. Your panties, and boy do you have quite the collection. From boy shorts that probably rose up your ass to the skimpiest thongs that most likely didn’t cover your cunt at all. You even had crotchless ones and he wondered who was lucky enough to fuck you in those. When he saw a bright red thong, he imagined they look delicious on you, and they'd look even better pulled to the side or… what if he stuffed your hole with them? The possibilities were endless and he was already half hard. 

To make things even better, Billy found a little pile of dirty clothes in a corner of your room and he nearly ran towards it before digging in and… Jackpot! There they were. A bright pink thong, freshly used, and of course he had to take a little sniff. He'd definitely have fun with those at night while he jacked off with them around his cock. Maybe he'd record himself and send it to you later. How would you react?

Before leaving, Billy decided he was feeling generous, so he stole a black thong for Stu, which he gave to the man right after they left your house.

“You’re fucked up, man.” Stu said while chuckling.

“Look who’s talking.” Billy said while pointing at Stu’s pocket where your underwear was stuffed. The man would also have some fun with those later…

•

As weeks went by the men got closer to you, but Billy needed to have you first, so he offered to fix every little problem you had in your house. From the drain pipes to the TV, the door that squeaks annoyingly and every other thing he could find that involved him being in your house. You couldn't deny that you loved it, and maybe you broke a thing or two on purpose so he’d fix it for you, in order to have some eye candy around.

One particular day you had a leak under your kitchen sink and couldn’t figure out where it came from so like always, you called Billy, your personal handyman at that point.

The tension between you two grew quickly and you thought you were gonna go insane, so you made sure to tease him enough so that it pushed him over the edge, so he’d finally make a move. You could've done it yourself but you were busy enjoying the torture of keeping the air hot and heavy.

“It’s been like that for days and I can’t find the source.” You exaggerated your frustration. He didn't buy the act, but it seemed like he enjoyed when you faked being confused and helpless, so you gave him plenty of that in order to rile him up.

“Here, let me show you.” You said before crouching down and sticking your upper body in, purposefully sticking your ass out. The low rise mini skirt you wore barely covered you and the white thong you chose to wear was on display for the man. 

Billy inhaled, trying to remain calm but his cock was already hard at the sight. 

He's had enough.

“Let me see,” he said and grabbed your hips to help you up, just to turn you around and hold you against the counter. You gasped in surprise and excitement, his hands were finally on you. Billy slipped his fingers under the straps of your thong and hissed.

“You really went far with these.” He said before snapping the fabric against your hips. 

You bit your lip and giggled, trying to seem innocent but it just annoyed him at that point. 

Billy pressed his lower body against yours for you to feel his hard on. Fuck, he feels big. Just how you imagined the countless nights you ride your dildo thinking about him and Stu.

“Mm, it doesn't seem like you mind though,” you answered and he slid his hand down your lower back to your ass and squeezed.

“I mind you testing me like this and thinking you can get away with it this time.” He said, voice low and serious.

“Oh c'mon Loomis, loosen up” you said while grabbing his belt and giving it a tug. He groaned at your actions and spread your legs with his thigh only to press it against your dripping cunt.

“I'm not giving you what you want that easily.” Billy said and moved his face dangerously close to yours, “I like playing hard to get, too” he finished. His lips brushed against yours as he was talking and you released a little whimper at the sensation. Fuck, he got you good.

“Now, make yourself useful and go get me my tools” he said while releasing you. The man gave you a little spank as you walked away and you giggled in response. 

“You want to play? Let's play.” You spoke to yourself as you made your way outside.

[perotovar]

limits — a minotaur!joel fic

pairing: minotaur!joel miller x m!oc/reader (unnamed and undescribed) rating: E (18+ mdni) word count: 2.2k content: au, porn with a little plot (but not really), monster fucking, joel is a literal bull-man, he doesn't speak but he understands humans, hentai logic/physics, don't think too hard about how this works physically, unprotected p in a, so much cum (like, a lot), breeding kink, aftercare, tiny bit of dubcon (if you squint), size kink, omegaverse dynamics/rules dividers: by @/saradika-graphics beta: @kedsandtubesocks (ily omg)

summary: so like, imagine a world where bulls evolved to be bi-pedal and can mate with humans, but it's not a common practice. don't think too hard about it, just imagine you're a new farm hand/stable boy and caught the attention of one of those bulls, okay?

written as a part of @quinnnfabrgay-writes and @hauntedhowlett 's Monster (S)mash challenge (so sorry for how late this is forgive meeee)

“Seein’ as it’s your first day, kid, I should warn ya,” the farmer started, resting an elbow on a bent knee, his foot resting on the fence in front of them. “This time’a year the bulls get a bit… restless.”

The young man blinked, cheeks heating up as he listened. “B-but aren’t they more focused on the cows?”

The farmer laughed, chewing on his tobacco as he watched the cows roam. “Well, sure, but they don’t seem to care much when they get like this. Just gotta put yer foot down and they’ll leave ya be, promise.”

The boy nodded and swallowed around a lump in his throat. He needed this job something fierce so a few horny bulls weren’t going to keep him from that. 

“Help me get that hay to the horses, wouldja?”

“Yes, sir.”

Wiping sweat from his brow, the young man smiled down at the work he’d accomplished. He looked to his left and saw the large bull pen. He’d been working on the farm as a hand for a little over a week now and had successfully avoided any unwanted attention so far.

He’d been learning all the animal’s names as well as their personalities and temperaments. Maggie was a lovely cow, a bit of a loner, but sweet as can be. Rex was easily the meanest of all the bulls, and he had to be taken away from the cows pretty often. 

But, Joel, well. He was easily the biggest of all the bulls. He was another loner, but in a distinctly different way than Maggie was. He stood at an imposing 9ft tall (horns not included) and had dark, curly fur that covered his whole body. His torso was barrel-shaped and as tough as any leather. 

The young man didn’t have much experience working with Joel, that was left to a select few employees on the ranch. Joel didn’t trust many people and whenever breeding season came around, he had to be taken to a secluded area. “Gets downright ravenous, that one,” the farmer had said. “Gotta cycle out the cows so they don’t get too tired.”

The boy had bit his lip in thought when he heard that. According to another hand on the farm, Joel had been the oldest of all the bulls and that was why he got the special treatment. He was the farmer’s favorite, but they didn’t understand why. He was grumpy and stubborn. 

The young man wasn’t surprised to hear that, to be honest. The older a bull got, the more ornery they were. That was just the way of things.

“Hey, kid, I’m gonna needja to take care of Joel’s pen for him.”

The young man looked up from his raking and shielded his eyes from the sun. “Oh. Are ya sure?”

“‘Course,” the farmer chuckled. “He’s out back gettin’ a bath, so he’ll need a clean pen to get back to.”

The boy nodded and gulped. “O’course, sir.” The farmer saluted in thanks before taking off to do his own chores. 

Exhaling a heavy breath, the young man grabbed a metal bucket, his rake, and some cleaning supplies before heading in the direction of Joel’s pen.

No one would have blamed him for thinking Joel’s pen would look like a tornado blew through, but he sure as hell wasn’t expecting this.

It was clear where a lot of the rut had been taking place, with a decently sized pile of hay in the corner, but the whole place… reeked. It was musky and heady and thick. The young man wished he’d grabbed some sort of face mask before entering. He’ll probably have to wash his clothes a few times to get the stink out.

“Fuck it,” he whispered to himself, and got to work. There was so much of… Joel everywhere. He hadn’t been around Joel enough to personally know him, but this felt like an invasion of privacy. It looked like any other pen, with a large metal sliding door and roof, but it was clear Joel had marked his territory so no other bull would be caught dead in there.

“Hey, newbie!” Lynn, another hand, greeted cheerfully. Behind her, a large, imposing (and freshly bathed) Joel entered the pen. His big barrel chest heaved heavy breaths, deep eyes locked onto the boy. “Thanks for takin’ care o’ Joel’s pen for ‘im. I’m gonna go find a nice girl for ‘im, I’ll be right back!” She was gone before the young man could respond.

Joel walked closer towards the pile of hay, large snout smelling if things were where they should be. He grunted in approval when he realized his smell was still there. 

The young man watched before putting away his cleaning supplies. He stood frozen to the spot, Joel’s intense eyes making it hard to turn his back and leave. 

“U-um, I’ll just–” The young man pointed his thumb in the direction of the door to leave, but Joel gripped onto his overalls, stopping him in his tracks. “What are you–?”

Joel lifted him high off his feet and planted the young man’s crotch onto his snout. 

“J-Joel! What are you doing?!” He screeched, cheeks burning in embarrassment. Joel ignored him and inhaled the scent deeply, before exhaling a low, very pleased groan. “I’m–! I’m not a cow, I’m not what you want!”

Joel froze and looked the young man deep in the eyes, challenging him. Who was he to know what Joel wanted?

“Um, p-please put me down?” The boy stammered. Just then, his cock stirred in his overalls, betraying him. A twinkle appeared in Joel’s large, dark eye.

Before he knew it, Joel had him bent over a bale of hay with his legs kicked apart. Joel towered over him with a massive paw of a hand keeping his chest pressed to the hay. 

“Joel, please,” he whimpered, his body trembling in fear and… perhaps arousal, he really wasn’t sure. 

Joel huffed in response, asking what he wanted.

“I don’t– Wouldn’t you prefer a cow over… over me?”

Joel grumbled above him and ripped his overalls down his legs, pressing his large, very hard and leaking cock against the young man’s ass. He rolled his strong hips and groaned in response. Joel’s belly rested on top of the young man’s lower back, so he felt every heavy breath he exhaled. 

“I-I guess that answers that question…” He sighed. He hid his face in his arms and whined weakly. “Fine, just… Just do it, okay?”

Joel didn’t need to be told twice. He leaned over the young man’s body and lifted his t-shirt, teasing his nipples. A large, thick tongue started probing at the young man’s earlobe, making him shiver in response.

“Oh,” he moaned, his own dick twitching to life between his legs. One of Joel’s large hands moved down to his ass to spread his cheeks and assess what he had to work with. Joel grunted appreciatively and started rubbing the boy’s hole in preparation.

A large glob of spit landed on the sensitive skin, easing the way for Joel’s thumb to pierce through. “Oh, fuck,” the boy gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily.

Joel hummed to himself and gripped his cock in his free hand. He started stroking it slowly before slapping the head against the young man’s cheek, giving him an idea of the size.

“Fuck, is… Is that thing gonna fit?”

Joel snorted before slowly pressing the head inside. It felt like the young man’s entire body was set on fire. He couldn’t feel his own legs beneath him, but he felt the pulsing of his cock throbbing between them. All the air left his lungs at once as Joel’s cock entered him further.

Joel stopped once a large thick ridge toward the base kissed the edge of the boy’s rim. He felt lightheaded, his eyes barely staying open as he adjusted to the full length of Joel’s cock.

“O-oh my god, I’m…” The young man trembled, voice pitched up an octave. “Am I dying?”

Joel made a low noise in his chest and leaned over to kiss and lick along the young man’s neck and ear. He was… comforting him, letting him take his time. Joel mooed quietly, almost like he was cooing words of praise to the boy. It made him feel like he could breathe again.

The young man rested his head on the bale of hay and tried to look back at Joel. “Okay, I’m… I think I’m okay,” he smiled sheepishly. “Go ahead, Joel.”

Before Joel started moving, one of his hands moved underneath them and covered the young man’s belly. He felt his cock through the skin, bulging through easily. He groaned in appreciation before adjusting his stance. The young man’s feet were hanging high off the floor of the pen like a ragdoll, his overalls still attached messily around his ankles.

Suddenly, as if someone had whistled for Joel to get started, he fucked hard and deep into the boy. The loud, almost comical sound of his heavy balls slapping against the young man’s tender flesh made him go dizzy. 

Joel gripped onto his narrow hips and set a punishing pace, rutting into him. He breathed heavily and grunted above the boy, sounding far away. 

The young man’s entire body moved back and forth against the hay bale, the scratchy feeling keeping him grounded as he ascended into another plane of existence. He had no idea being stretched so much and fucked so deep could feel so good. He didn’t want this to end. 

Just then, Joel decided he didn’t want that position anymore and lifted the young man into the air so his back was pressed to Joel’s barrel chest. The boy moaned loudly, resting his head on Joel’s broad shoulder.

Joel grunted and started using the boy’s body as if he were a fleshlight, lifting and lowering him at a punishing pace. The amount of precome leaking out of the boy’s hole and around Joel’s cock covered their bodies entirely. 

“I’m– I’m not going to last long, Joel,” the young man gasped, breath hitching with each powerful thrust. His eyes rolled back as Joel’s cock pummeled against his prostate, making him tremble weakly. The boy’s cock slapped lewdly against his lower stomach, precome splattering everywhere.

The boy’s stomach bulged with Joel’s cock, stretching the skin past its limits. He looked down to watch, mesmerized by the sight. How Joel’s cock fit inside him, he didn’t know, but he wasn’t going to question it.

Joel groaned deeply, picking up the pace of his thrusts. He must be getting close. 

“C’mon,” the young man whined, turning his head to look at Joel’s face. “Come inside me.”

Joel pushed him back down onto the bale of hay and pushed his cock even further inside. The ridge near the base of Joel’s cock made the boy gasp weakly, gripping onto the hay beneath to ground himself. 

Each smack of Joel’s hips against his ass had him letting out weak noises he didn’t even know he could make. Joel’s horns pierced into the hay as he rested his forehead against the boy’s back.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” the young man chanted. “C’mon, Joel, please,” he whimpered.

If he could see him, he was certain steam left Joel’s snout as he panted and grunted behind him. Joel made a low groan before slamming one last time against the boy’s prostate and came like a geyser inside him. 

The boy gasped as he was filled up, coming untouched as he felt Joel’s cock pump inside like a hose. He trembled beneath the bull’s body, screaming into the hay. 

Joel exhaled heavily, hands gripped onto the boy’s hips tightly. He moved them slightly and noticed that they’d probably bruise soon. He hummed and leaned over to kiss and lick along the young man’s neck again, this time as an apology. He slowly pulled out and watched as his come poured out lewdly.

The boy panted hard, his body feeling more empty than it ever had in his life. His stomach felt full, though, which made him look down to see. Joel had well and truly filled him, it seemed. He couldn’t stop the giggle from leaving his body, his cheeks heating up in embarrassment. 

Joel climbed onto the bale of hay with him and held the boy close, spooning him comfortingly. He turned the young man’s face and kissed and licked his tears away, mooing praises into his ear. The boy felt like his heart would burst from the tender act and silently cursed whoever called Joel grumpy and mean. 

“That was…” He giggled, breathing heavily. “I hope you got what you were looking for.”

Joel grunted in affirmation and held the boy close, one large hand holding his full belly. It dawned on him then that Joel probably thought that he’d just bred the boy. 

He didn’t have the heart to tell him it wouldn’t take.

“Sir, I had somethin’ to tell ya,” the boy said the next day, running up to the farmer with a bit more pep in his step. 

“What’s that, kid?” The farmer grinned, chewing more tobacco.

“Just wanted to let ya know that I think I cracked ol’ Joel. Think he likes me!”

“No kiddin’? Well, shit, I won’t look a gift horse in the mouth! If you’re thinkin’ he won’t mind, you’re welcome to take care o’ his pen for the rest of breedin’ season, then.”

The boy couldn’t stop the wide grin from growing on his face.

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angel of the codeine scene — [06] who i am, who am i?

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sypnosis. [ 1.3k words. no warnings. ] — as the dream gets more vivid, so does your will to discover who you truly are to Xiao.

usagi's note: i didn't attend my class today, so here i edited this early just because hehe, also wdyt aby my new theme (ily clorinde)

You dream of him once again.

Xiao.

And you know it really is him because you hear what he says this time. He talks to you the same way he did when he told you not to leave him again.

It's unfamiliar to you, the tone he speaks in, you don't know it's name, you don't know what to make of it, but you can feel it in the dreams.

And this time, when you wake, you remember bits and pieces of the dream. Some still slip from the net of your mind, but you remember those that linger.

This time it was in a field.

(Xiao was walking beside you, it felt like you were watching a show. You couldn't hear what he was talking about, but the place you're in was familiar.

And you know you've seen this while on patrol with him.

You can see his mouth moving but you can't hear what he's saying.

When he turns to look at you and smiles…

You wake.)

It leaves you more frustrated, being so close to finding out who Xiao really is to you- or rather who you are to him, but the dream remnants keep slipping and you're forced to leave the dream memories.

You have to find answers.

…

Verr sees you at dawn, fully dressed and carrying a satchel of your books and papers.

“Oh, where are you going, sweetheart?”

You halt in place, “The harbor, Miss Verr, I’m going to meet Baizhu-yisheng,”

Her eyebrow raises, “This early?”

“It's an emergency,”

“Wouldn't it be faster with your Adeptus?” she asks, but before she could finish with her question, you were already out of the room.

“Bye, Miss Verr!”

…

See, lying to the woman who took care of you constantly when Xiao wasn't around did make you feel very guilty. But you weren't exactly sure if Xiao would allow you to talk to Ganyu alone.

The past few weeks he has been more present, he eats with you now, asks how your lessons with Baizhu have gone, he keeps you closer during patrols.

After that… kiss (as you've learned from Baizhu, who was very surprised to have learned that Xiao was the one who initiated), he has been somewhat closer to you. More allowing of touch and help.

But he still does not talk much and the dreams get more and more vivid as the time passes.

At the bridge of the harbor, you felt the restrictions Morax had told you about, it was a miracle you even made it this far.

You could see the gold threads in your veins pulsing with light under your sleeves as you fought to walk all the way to Ganyu’s workplace.

Your body and mind keeps telling you you should turn back, return to Xiao, be by his side. But you know you have to get answers.

The dreams are dreams, and as you've told Morax, it has to mean something.

The man of course did not answer your inquiries, only telling you that he'll tell you in due time, sometime soon, he says.

The moment you make it, Madame Ping is there. She urges you to sit as she sees your barely conscious form, as she retrieves Ganyu for you.

The headache feels like you're about to split your head.

…

Ganyu is more than happy to tell you what she knows, but it also leaves you at a dead end.

“We were in different encampments during the war,” she explains, “I stayed with Madam Guizhong, while he stayed with Rex Lapis,”

She puts a finger to her chin as she thinks, “Though I did hear from Indarias that he had a human with him most of time, he became um… what's the term, a bodyguard! Yes, he became a bodyguard for them,”

“Did… did you know anything else about them?”

Ganyu shakes her head, “No, sadly, after that news, the Great War descended rapidly, and I lost contact with Xiao and the other Adepti for a while,”

“The next time we met was when Rex Lapis was hailed as the Geo Archon and we were rebuilding Liyue,”

You stared down at the cup of tea at defeat. The headache was even worse and Ganyu noticed it.

“Hey, are you sure you don't want to take this back to Wangshu Inn?” she asks.

“No, he'll know I'm here if we return,”

“Can't he sense you?”

You shake your head, “No, I learned how to conceal adeptal energy from Morax-shen,”

Her face goes into surprise, “That's… very impressive, wow, not even a millenia old and you've already mastered it?”

She smiles at you, “You're learning well,”

“Thank you,” you smile, then sigh, “I still haven't found out who that human was to him…”

It's Madame Ping that speaks now, “The human was a healer,” she began.

She pours another cup of tea for her and Ganyu as she continues, “The reason he was assigned to them was because healers were the first to be killed off.”

“In a war, it makes sense to do such a thing to ensure brute force and violence would hail victory,”

She places the teapot down, “The Conqueror of Demons fell in love with that human.”

Ganyu shows surprise as everything clicks for you. But it doesn't make sense, if they fell in love with that human, why am I having dreams about their time together?

“She died during the war,” Madame Ping tells you gravely.

“Oh.”

“How cruel,” Ganyu whispers.

A new voice joins the discussion, “After the war, he was assigned to Wangshu Inn as his base of operations,”

“Morax-shen!”

He smiles, “I wasn't informed there was a tea party,” he says as he takes a seat.

You say nothing as you watch him sip on the cup.

“Will you tell me now?”

His eyes flit to you, “I suppose it is time,”

…

He feels the pull of the life bond the moment you're out of the radius.

Why? he keeps asking his mind, Why would you leave? Where would you go? Did you leave on your own or were you taken? Why would you leave him again?

He can't find you, he can't sense you, and he's going insane. Xiao warps to the highest point of Wangshu Inn and desperately tries to find you.

He can feel your anguish, the pulsing of your veins, but he can't sense where you are.

Just come back. Please, just come back.

He can hear his heart thrumming in his chest, his throat tightens, and he- he realises this is exactly how he felt when he couldn't find you.

When he couldn't save you.

“Xiao…” the wind carries your voice to him.

Just like last time.

“...Find me where we last departed…”

What?

…

Morax has told you the truth.

What exactly is wrong with Xiao, but that he has no idea how to treat it, only to temper the symptoms.

Who exactly you are to Xiao, how you were that human from half a century ago, how you died during a camp invasion as they were busy fighting off in the North.

How you were made specifically for Xiao. Not only so that you can heal him, but also because you were his lover.

It made sense. A god wanting his warrior a chance to rest. To live the life he was unable to when he wasin the war.

Rex Lapis was a merciful god.

He tells you where you died.

…

Xiao find you in the same river where you died in his arms.

He stares, not knowing what to do.

Was this punishment? Did he really piss his god off that he was given you and you were to be killed again in front off him? In the same place you were taken from him all those years ago?

Instead he hears you hum a song he has not heard of in a long time.

A song he taught to the past you.

Lover's Oath.

He takes one step forward and the water beneath his feet makes a splash.

You turn.

The breath in his lungs disappates.

“Xiao,” you smile, “I'm back,”

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[ddejavvu]

hi mei!!! ily so much, ur writing is always exactly what I need. I saw that you want some rex requests and literally freaked out, i love him.

could you write something like meeting our dear captain at 79's and him being surprised that you chose to flirt with him of everyone at the bar. thanks so much! <3 <3

Rex thinks that just about everyone around him has at least one thing that makes them more interesting than he does. Fives has that tattoo and that debonair grin, Fox has that brooding exterior and the gray creeping out from his temples, one of Plo's men has a prosthetic leg that clunks when he walks. Rex is all flesh, a buzzed head, and insistently staring down into his drink.

Boring.

It's not because he's depressed, or exhausted, or burnt out, or any of those things that his brothers say that their generals help with. His general is the perfect match for him, and they've been lucky to avoid many major losses thus far into the war. He knows a few vode who are the sole survivors of their entire battalions, so thinking briefly about one or two brothers who have long since passed seems easier to Rex than sucking down drink after drink trying to prevent remembering the faces of his whole life despite the mirror's cruel reminders.

He drinks to enjoy himself, but he struggles to step down from his place of leadership even now. He watches his men with a smile as they create an air of general rowdiness around the bar, but he stays parked on the sidelines, content to let his brothers be brothers.

"You're one of the blue ones." Rex tears his eyes away from a cluster of 501st troopers to find where your voice had come from, finding you perched neatly on the stool beside his. Your hand is on his armor, not that he'd felt it, but your fingers rest delicately over the chipped paint.

Rex doesn't know how to feel about that. His chest is just a tad too tight for comfort, which usually only happens when Fives decides to jump off of something a bit too high for even clone capacity, or when commander Tano does tricks with her lightsabers that seem unwise even to Skywalker's standards. He wonders why he's afraid of you, and if not afraid, perhaps slightly nervous.

You're the sort of person that he'd expect shinies to flock to, even though you've got your eyes set on a generation one. It's not an uncommon sight, unexperienced soldiers trying out their bragging rights and finding them far inferior to original armor, scuffed and carbon-scored.

He sees a few now, staring wolfishly at you with armor that nearly blinds him in the dim light of the bar. Your hand is still poised on his blue-streaked armor, and he swallows the excess saliva in his mouth that's tinged with the taste of liquor.

"You've heard of us before?"

"Everyone has. The blue ones, the gold ones, the green ones, the brown ones, the yellow ones- you know they make merchandise of your colors, right?"

Rex's brows dip briefly, and your hand leaves his armor to point at a woman across the bar.

"Look at her keychain."

It's olive green, matching the 41st's armor paint. It's got 41 stamped into it, and the basic spells out Gree. It's- absurd. Rex needs to spend more time on-planet so that he can keep up with the times.

Rex isn't surprised that she's chatting up a 41st trooper, but he wonders if she'll skip over him in the hopes of getting Gree's signature on her keychain.

"Do you have a blue keychain?" Rex wonders aloud, and your face twists into a wry grin.

"No, but I've got a tramp stamp that might interest you."

Rex flounders, finally, and your laugh rings out like a reward as he collects himself. He hadn't taken a sip but he feels like choking, and your hand comes back to rest over the blue paint on his armor, "I'm kidding! The artist couldn't get the right shade of blue, so I scrapped it."

You settle into your seat, leaning back towards the bar like Rex does. Your scrutinizing gaze lands on another patron, a man with a gold pendant hanging from his ear, chatting with a 212th trooper.

"She's got a Coruscant Guard bumper sticker on her speeder," You point vaguely at a woman sitting sandwiched between two red-armored troopers, "I saw it on the way in. We all have our preferences, Captain. And I like blue."

It would go well with your eyes, Rex muses.

"Echo's looking for a companion over there," Rex juts his chin towards his brother that's a little less fortunate than his twin, "And he's got enough on his credit chip for a hotel room, if you've got roommates."

You stare at him, looking entirely unimpressed. You blink once, pause, twice, pause, thrice, "What?"

"My brother. Echo." Rex supplies lamely, "You said you liked blue."

"I like blondes," You prompt, and Rex's head swivels to spot a head of platinum amongst the sea of dark hair.

"Crys- he's not here, but he's blonde. You can ask Waxer for his comm info, over there."

You groan audibly, which is not exactly the type of response he's aiming to elicit from a woman in a bar, but he won't run from a sinking ship.

"Do you have brain damage?" You ask, eyes narrowed at his blonde head, blue armor, "I'm asking to get fucked by you, dumbass."

Rex simply doesn't have anything to say to that. He presses a pause button that doesn't really exist, stating your words in his head like a fact instead of a revelation.

You raise an eyebrow, and he nods thoughtfully, "Oh. Okay."

"Okay?"

"I- I mean, okay. Yeah. I get it now. Blonde."

"So...?"

"...Now?" Rex asks, brown eyes wide as he tries grasping at his luck before it skirts out of reach, "I don't have- the barracks are not exactly private."

"Take me in the storage room, I don't care." You scoff, bracing your hand on his thigh like he might escape from you, "I've had my eye on you since I saw security footage of you holding back those Seppies on Arantara."

Rex frowns, "I almost died on Arantara."

"Exactly." You grin, "You fought with your team. You were willing to go down for them, Blondie. I like a man who cares."

Rex does care, which is why stealing you away into a storage closet seems like the wrong option. He has credits of his own- nothing grandiose, but nothing to sneeze at, either. If he splurges, he can afford a nice room with refreshments afterwards.

He stands abruptly, maybe too abruptly if the side glances from other patrons is any indication. But you follow him, that same grin on your face as your arm curls around his own.

You're brash, pointed, and stubborn. Rex likes that better than the women he has to pursue, because he always feels like a big man in a suit of armor cornering unassuming ladies. Now you're leading him, and he lets you cram him into the back of a cab. He points the driver towards a place that Fox's troopers swear by, and your fingers rest once more on 501st blue.

He'll treat you the way you deserve, and maybe he'll investigate that aforementioned tramp stamp. He's blue, he's blonde, and he cares, so he preps his credit chip for a withdrawal, and curls 501st blue back around your fingers.

[soclonely]

My R2, welcome back!!! What do you think the 501st would do to celebrate the New Year? And what do your family do if you're comfortable sharing? My family have curry and play games

HELLO! I AM BACK AND WELCOMES ILY FRIEND! Uhh for my family we normally go skiing! This year though I just took it easy, binged watched some shows, and had delicious snacks all day long!

HOW THE CLONES CELEBRATE NEW YEARS

Rex- The Man is in bed at exactly 8:30 pm. He normally hits the rack at 8, but allows himself an extra half hour, as a treat.

Echo- curls up with a nice book on the couch while some quiet music plays in the background. He has a small tray of snacks out for the evening. Will turn the TV on for the countdown

Fives- Live streaming from the top of the ball as security chases him

Jesse- Hanging out at a small party with his friends! Just small, intimate gathering with those he is close to

Kix- Is the one throwing the new years party that Jessie attends. He is the host with the most and every year its a gathering to remember

Tup- Is making his final decision to adopt the tooka he had brought home to foster temporarily over the holiday season. He is ringing in the new year with the newest member of his family at home.

Dogma- Playing DD for his friends. Very responsible and acting like its a hassle. But really, he doesn't mind because at least he knows they will be getting home safe

Hardcase- committing racing across the country/planet to try and beat the time change so he can celebrate new years in at least 2 time zones

Coric- The man works in the ER. He put in his time of for new years 11 months prior and is off duty, with his comm off, sitting on a beach somewhere and sipping a cocktail while enjoying the peace

Bly- Desperately clinging to Aayla so she can be his smoochy kiss at midnight

99- is having a party with all of the young cadets. he helped them make hats and little homemade confetti poppers. Sure, he will have to clean it all up later but its worth it to see them all so happy and celebrating

Cody- Chaperoning his men around town. KILLS it at new years karaoke at the bar

Waxer/Boil- Just a quiet night at home, creating vision boards and swapping memories of the last year

Wolffe- Also chaperoning his men, but has Plo Koon tagging along. They lose the general somewhere in the crowd at the city center where everyone is gathered and Wolffe efficiently (chaotically) and calmly (panicked) found the general (he hollered and yelled until the crowd parted and Plo was spotted ahead)

Boost/Sinker- Spend the whole night gaming and sipping on mountain dew. they completely miss midnight and don't realize it until they look at the clock and its 2 in the morning.

Hunter- complete self care night where he stays in. He has headphones on, all communication capabilities off, and just decompresses from all the stress of the last year.

Wrecker- hosts an amazing and cool fireworks show!

Tech- is the unofficial manager for Wreckers firework show and party. Has everything coordinated to start EXACTLY at midnight. Researches and knows all of the local rules and regulations so if they are visited by local law enforcement he can argue inform them that despite complaints, they are clearly within the legal limits of explosives for entertainment purposes

Crosshair- acting hammered on what he things is booze (tech only told him that, its really just extra tangy grape juice that they found in the back of the fridge)

Omega- creating vision boards and resolutions and cleaning her WHOLE room in anticipation of the new year.

Howzer- Didn't even realize it was new years until the next morning when he shows up for work only for no one to be there.

Fox- BLESS THIS MAN. He is pounding caff left and right, having meltdowns between arrests, dealing with so many dumb people all night. Yeah, he could have went the easy route and worked in supplies or records like his other batchmates but nooooo he wanted to be the cool one. He wanted to be a peace officer. Looking at help wanted ads first thing in the morning.

Gregor- Sitting behind bars in the overnight cell in Fox's office. He isn't in any serious trouble he just wanted a reason to not go out in the crowds so he picked an argument with Foxy to get put in a 12 hour hold.

[onesingularbraincell]

hellaur and welcome <33

i havent found myself yet. i dont know who i am, or who i want to be. im still looking. (look with me?)

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asks and messages are always open!! i volunteer as That Random Person to rant to about anything at all, happy or sad, complicated or simple. just come find me and i'll be here for ya

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hi guys uh.. my name is lemon and this is my little corner of the internet!! grab a cushion and a drink to settle down, or pass through and get to wherever youre headed (if there is a destination in mind at all).

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✧ sixteen

✧ ace

✧ aro-spec (im figuring things out)

✧ isfp if you believe in these things

✧ love language: physical touch

✧ languages: english and mandarin chinese if i try really really hard

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currently infatuated with:

✦ tgcf

✦ mdzs

✦ woh

✦ marauders

✦ skz

✦ f1

✦ marvel (but bucky barnes in particular)

✦ musicals (hamilton, six)

✦ c-dramas (ding yuxi ily)

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hobbies include:

✧ looking at pictures of sharks

✧ finding pretty words in a pretty order

✧ blasting music in headphones and staring into space

✧ daydreaming about love

✧ watching sunsets

✧ looking at the stars and thinking

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what you'll find here:

✦ posts and reblogs surrounding my infatuations

✦ random thoughts that i would like to shout into an abyss (not available) so i write them down instead

✦ a friend (me)

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the vibes i (aspire to) bring to the function:

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➸ desperately trying to replicate the aesthetic tumblr pins saved to my pinterest boards but the fanarts and fan snippets are calling my name

➸ i swing wildly between being silly and drowning in emotions

➸ often on here when im supposed to be asleep but life is full of disappointments (im life)

➸ if given the chance i will make picrew and random uquiz results my entire personality

➸ always secretly panicking about not having my life planned out

➸ tea >>> coffee

➸ partially made of song lyrics i think

➸ scared of the unknown (but really, who isn't?)

➸ cant tag properly oops

➸ known for: filling my head with so many thoughts they overflow (as words or tears dependent on mood, time and the weather)

➸ scribbled down as an afterthought at 1:27am

➸ i can be funny i promise

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♫ now playing: corduary dreams by Rex Orange Country

♫ [ spotify link: here ]

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rules:

✧ please be nice

✧ no yelling angrily at each other (or at me)

✧ okay thats it have fun

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current projects:

✦ GCSEs (help)

✦ journaling/scrapbooking

✦ reading more (book recs? fic recs? send them my way!!)

✦ greek/roman mythology

✦ learning morse code (.. .-../---/...-/. -.--/---/..-)

✦ constellations

✦ redecoration of my online spaces (starting with this here!!)

✦ learning (acoustic) guitar

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stay as long as you like, im not going anywhere <3

[kamisatomay018]

Was it worth it?

Zhongli x fem! Reader

Warnings: angst with no comfort, mentions of character death, reader has guizhong’s power and title

Look who’s back after ages with some heartbreaking angst-

Such a beautiful place, Dihua Marsh was..a place where you had so many wonderful memories. A place that contained the most beautiful and pure glaze lillies which were born from your power, from your happiness. Dihua Marsh, the very place you had met your beloved, your mate for life, your eternal lover Rex Lapis. Oh how you both spent countless nights walking hand in hand amongst fireflies that illuminated the dark sky. You can never once forget how serene the times were when he would lay his head on your lap while you sang for him in your melodious voice, watching the glaze ilies bloom and shimmer due to how pure your love was for the man in your embrace. And of course, the happiest day of your life when he knelt down on one knee, holding a beautiful cor lapis ring that he crafted for you himself, shimmering brighter than any star as he asked you to be his wife, making tears of how spill from your eyes as the only answer to this question was Yes, Yes in every world.

But oh how time plays her cruel game, snatching away everything we hold dear in just the blink of an eye. Now here you were, the ethereal and beloved Goddess of Dust, kneeling down on her knees, being punished for a crime she never committed. Blood trickled down from your chest to the ground, staining the glaze lilies and turning them to dust. The serenity of Dihua Marsh had now turned into horrors of war and blood, and most of all- betrayal.

There you were, the ethereal and beloved Goddess of Dust, kneeling in front of her very lover, her very mate, and her very executioner. Those golden eyes that once shone with pure and never ending love when they gazed into your very own were now filled with anger and hatred, blinded by the lies that he had been fed. His mighty spear that had slain so much evil and defeated so many monsters now pierced through your heart, taking away your life second after second while you struggled to breathe. Not even an ounce of pity was visible on his face, never once did his weapon hesitate or tremble as it tore through your skin, never once did his words falter or stutter as they accused you of betraying the people you loved so dearly, of betraying the man to whom you had pledged your heart and soul, the man whom you loved more than you loved anything else in this world.

Gasping through the excruciating pain, you looked up at him, eyes full of tears when you realised that the man in front of you was indeed Rex Lapis, but he was not your husband, he was not the man who swore to destroy the heavens for you. How pitiful, you thought, that the God Of Contracts had lied, for it didn’t even take the heavens but a few mere mortals to make him betray you and take the very life he swore to always protect.

But even as he tore through your heart and soul, taking your life away from you, you could not hate him. After all, your love was selfless. If taking your life would satiate him and bring him victory, then so be it. If he chose to believe his people over you, then you would not resist, your life was his to take. But as your life now almost slipped away from your grasp, you suddenly felt so afraid, afraid of death, afraid of suddenly ceasing to exist. And even though he was standing here in front of you, his eyes emotionless and devoid of any sort of pity as he watched you bleed and die so slowly, your hand still clad with the golden ring of your union weakly reached out to him..

“My love…will you hold my hand? I- I feel afraid..”

Perhaps you thought that he would show some mercy to you, not as your husband but at least as your god, but to your disbelief and anguish, he only scoffed, pushing the spear deeper within your heart making you cry out in agony and fall completely on the ground. Oh those beautiful golden eyes that once would show so much concern if you would get the slightest injury now did not even blink as you lay there, bleeding and dying because of him.

“Your audacity knows no bounds Goddess of Dust. First, you betray My people, and now you beg for My pity? Unbelievable. You ought to know that those who break the contract, shall face the wrath of the rock. You…shall never be forgiven for your betrayal.”

Even more tears escaped from your eyes at his words, but you looked up at him, your body screaming in agony but your eyes defiant, your once beautiful face now adorned with a sad smile.

“So you still believe that I betrayed..you? Then my beloved Deus Auri, heed my words…”

“You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I'll rise.”

And as you spoke these words, you breathed your last, welcoming the darkness of the abyss of death, letting it consume your soul. There he stood, watching as the the woman whom he would embrace every night dissipated into dust, the once ethereal Dihua Marsh dying with her. Every single glaze lily wilted and faded away along with its creator. The land turned barren, the glorious green trees withered away. All that remained was Rex Lapis, standing at the very place where he had met his mate, and now killed her.

As every speck of dust now surrounded the God, he fell onto the ground, not understanding why his soul ached in pain, even though he had done as he was supposed to as the God of Geo. Didn’t he do the right thing? Wasn’t..Killing his beloved his duty to his people?

Dihua Marsh..a place that held so many memories for Zhongli, memories that tormented every fibre of his being as he too eroded away, piece by piece with time. How long had it been? 2000 years…since the very moment he committed the biggest sin of all; taking the life of his mate, refusing to believe her and letting those foolish mortals achieve their goal. Zhongli fell to the ground on his knees, just like how you had, tears escaping his eyes. How could he be so cruel? How could he not believe the woman who had been with him all his life? How could he break the pledge he had made with his very soul, and kill her instead of protecting her?

He still remembers her cries of pain, her melodious voice that once sang for him begging him to stop and just hear her out. But he did not do that; blinded by anger and betrayal, he committed the most heinous crime. He had been the one to break their contract, not her. Those who break the contract, shall face the wrath of the rock. These had been the words that he spoke ever so eloquently that day, and now look at the irony, here he was, paying the price. His eternal punishment was to learn the truth, to learn of just how wrong he had been, and how his mistake can never be fixed. His punishment was to spend every single day of his long and endless life alone and in misery, watching every night in his nightmares how he killed you with his own hands.

There zhongli sat, now having given away his godhood and pretending to live as a mortal, amongst the barren lands of Dihua Marsh where he had so many cherished memories, but all of them were overshadowed by his greatest mistake.

As he sat there kneeling on the ground, crying in agony, he heard that melodious voice once more, the voice that lived forever in his heart. “Was it worth it, Rex Lapis?” He looked up in horror, watching as no one was around. But he knew he heard your voice, he was sure of it. “What..my love..”

He heard your voice scoff cruelly, just as he had all those millennia ago. “Your love? No Morax, I am not your love. I am gone, gone for good. What you hear now is the last piece of my consciousness that has remained trapped in this place, waiting for the day you would find the truth and come back here.”

“No please..forgive me my heart..I should have believed you..I should have never hurt you..Please, I am so sorry.” He spoke, head lowered in remorse as he himself realised how pathetic he sounded.

“Your apology is meaningless to me. Oh Morax..I loved you so dearly, even now, I cannot bring myself to hate you. But now, you must face your punishment. And perhaps, one day when your soul erodes into nothingness, you will get the chance to see me again. Farewell Morax, I will pray that you never see me again.”

And just like that, you were gone. But this time, not even your consciousness remained. And all Zhongli could do was sit there, broken and eroding, living the fate he had now carved out for himself.

[sammys-magical-au]

I’m kinda bored rn so I’m gonna throw out my two cents on the “what’s Rex’s natural hair color?” argument (is it an argument? Is it even relevant anymore, do people still talk about this?)

I fully believe Rex is a natural blonde but I really liked the joke-headcanon that he dyes his eyebrows instead of his hair 🤣 I can’t remember who it was that came up with that but ily

Also because Rex isn’t the only blonde clone we see. I’m definitely willing to bet that some clones bleach their hair (or dye it other colors, since there’s definitely been examples of that too), but I don’t think Rex is one of them.

My personal headcanon is that Rex was the first ever clone to have lighter colored hair and it was immediately labeled as a defective gene, although the Kaminoans soon changed their minds on this for some unknown reason (probably because it was more of an aesthetic thing) - being called “defective” definitely stuck with Rex all his life though, and he probably feels slightly defensive of blonde shinies/cadets/tubies because of this

And bonus headcanon: since I envision Dare having blonde hair too, I like the thought of him one day asking why Rex has dark eyebrows while he doesn’t and Cody just smirking and going “because Daddy dyes his eyebrows so people can tell when he frowns” and Rex just goes “CODY!”

[stars-n-spice]

Thots on s3 episode 08!

you know the drill, spoilers and incoherent screaming under the cut!

i was a fucking giddy, giggling, blushing mess this entire episode

for like a solid five minutes i was just flapping my hands

look, you're going to put WRECKER and FENNEC on screen TOGETHER for most of an episode and expect me to be normal about it????

like HELLO??

i'm starting to think star wars has it out for me, they are actively trying to give me a heart attack

ANYWAYS

WOW I LOVE PABU, I LOVE IT BEING SAFE AND NOT BEING TAKEN OVER BY THE EMPIRE I HOPE IT STAYS LIKE THAT!!!

RETURN OF THE QUEEN!!! PHEE <3333

Omega feeling guilty about Rex's squad getting sniped :(((

ECHO WTF COME BACK BABY THE KIDS MISS YOU

Crosshair being like, "you gotta be distant if you wanna keep them safe" <- yeah you'd know wouldn't you? ya little shit (ily)

Fucking,, burst out laughing at Crosshair's blank ass stare when Omega said Phee was a liberator of ancient wonders,, that silence and expression killed me

ALSO THE FACT THAT THAT WAS CROSSHAIR AND PHEE'S FIRST MEETING AND THEY DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING TO EACH OTHER?!?!? HELLO?!?!?!

I just wanna see them interact :((

tech mention :(

Hunter asking Omega to try and convince Crosshair to get his hand checked out,, FUCK ME UGHHHhhghhshsh

AND THEN HE DID! I honestly thought it would take more convincing

okay but it being something psychological maybe :(((

maybe I don't wanna know what Crosshair went through on Tatniss

Omega and Crosshair and Batcher continue to slay in every scene they're in

OMEGA'S OUTFIT WAS SO CUTE IN THIS!! I could see the Phee inspiration in it,, so fucking cute

I love Crosshair and Omega so much :(( the meditation scene??? god there are so many really good cinematic wide shots in this season,, I want giant ass posters of all of them

"You missed a lot" - "I know" FUCK :((

OKAY MY WIFEEEEEE

"Sit down." <- i'm fucking sat

I made so many,, noises this episode,, just incoherent stuff just stumbled out of my mouth I was a fucking MESS

ANYWHO

SPACE FLORIDA

love how much wrecker doesn't like fennec

when fennec said "keep your helmet on you'll die of the toxic air" or whatever I lost all hope for wet hair Hunter :(

WHY CAN'T YOU GIVE THE PEOPLE WHAT THEY WANT??

I just wanna see Hunter look wet and more pathetic than usual, is that too much to ask for?

anyways

i love fennec shand

i love wrecker

i'm so normal about them, I swear

i've never wanted to be on a boat so badly in my entire life,, fucking HATE boats but I'd be on that little boat in a heart beat

that fight scene with the crocs??? oh my god-

guys most of the episode was just me going "oh it's WAY to fucking early to be thinking that"

Hunter getting his ass kicked <3

when Wrecker yelled into the comms and nearly busted Fennec's eardrums,, omg

I need them both. at the same time. oh my god.

MY WIFE IS SO SMART

that bounty was a pain in the ass holy shit

LMAOOOO Hunter you gotta start asking better questions and being clearer,, she didn't even have any information and made them do all the work, get fucking wrecked

WHO IS FENNEC TALKING TOO?? my bet? asajj.

yeah not too much happened in this episode, but idc idc,, my wife returned, Wrecker got more screen time, Phee was in it, and Crosshair is slowly healing, I say it was a win

[melonmusiv]

Dxmon - Kissing Him In Front of the Other Members 😨😰

A/N - haiiii omg this is a request !!!! I wasn't sure if you wanted me to just out your prof or not tho so I didn't reply to your ask 😭😭😭 but thank you for your kind words and I hope you're taking care of yourself too :3333 ALSO!!!! To the person who asked about Hee I am SO SORRY but I couldn't figure out how to write either of your requests 😣😣😣 ily tho and thank you for requesting anyways !! OK OK bye 🌸🍬🍭🩷

Warnings - kissing ?????? Lowkey but highkey really cringe, Um Jo and Rex r included...... I'm under 18 plsplspls. Also probably grammar mistakes and typos I did NAWT proofread

Minjae def gets all shy. He'll try his best to hide it, but his bright red ears immediately give him away. He would absolutely never hate to get a kiss from you though, and definitely will go back for another ♡. He's smitten !!!!! 😽😽😽

I am a firm believer Seita is absolutely babygirl !!!! He will giggle and turn away from you if you kiss him in front of anyone really, but especially his group members. Won't go back for another but he will squeeze you into a hug. He lives for your kisses.

Youngseo looooves receiving kisses from you, but in front of his members ?!?!? He's bright red ! Still loves it though, and will quickly give you another tiny smooch before returning back to whatever he was doing. Orrrrrr if he wasn't doing anything, he'll cuddle himself up into your side :3, quietly asking for another.

Taekyu gets so so so shy. He'll immediately hide his face from you, which only makes you want to kiss him more !!!!!!! Pull his hands away from his face and give him more kisses, he loves it !!!! Even if he denies the fact 😣😣 the other members might tell you to get a room though...

Minjun looooves it lolol. He could not care less his group members were in the same room. He'll give you another kiss before he scatters them all around your entire face. He literally gets intense love surges anytime you come near him !!!!!

Junseong won't have much of a reaction, besides maybe a lil smile, but his red ears will definitely let you know he's flustered. Kiss him again though, and he'll squeeze you, waffling on about how you can't kiss him in front of his members !!!!! He's supposed to be the 'man' and your kisses don't do anything but make him all soft 😣😣😣

Kiss kiss fall in love 🤓🤓

[half-truths-and-hyperbole-louk]

Louk's Bad Batch rewatch part 28 omg omg

mid season finale let's go batchersss 🤟

The Bad Batch 2x08

sleepy Wrecker 🤫🤲

Gonky and Echo watching Omega meditate 🥺

Omega asking Echo if he wants to try she was so innocently asking too 🥲

"I don't enjoy solitude" 💔😭

"hey boys" Rex my whole ass heart 🥰💕

lmao gives no details just is like ok meet me on coruscant like it's nbd 💀

how long has it been since they've been there ??

I'm assuming they've been there ?? idk ??

Rex introducing tbb like Cody did 🥲🤲 and Omega's little wave 💕

Echo keeping Omega back from the body, mom

the identifying number being wiped and Tech being the one to comment on not knowing that was a thing.... foreshadowing ? 👀

Echo stepping up immediately to speak in the senate 🥺

Hunter: "the senate won't listen to us, we're deserters" ... who Rampart said died in *his* attack, so the perfect people imo

"a simple data collection" right in the middle of imperial coruscant lololol ily Rex 💕

Chuchi and Omega team up 🥳🙌

they clearly don't think Chuchi is in that much danger bc they let Omega go with her ...

Omega with all her questions 🥺 she's learning everything she can

Omega's face seeing Rampart lmao meeee

he didn't even look at her 🙄

"there's nothing else she can do" HA idiot watch her go actually

Omega's run to look over the edge 🤲

"which one belongs to the clones?" heartbreaking 😫😭

I relate to Chuchi on a personal level, she cares sm about the clones 💕

Bail in dad mode keeping an eye on Omega hehe

Omega's confidence in tbb is so precious 🤲

Senator Burtoni lol blast from the past

the way she looks at Omega makes me uncomfy 👀

she gives zero fks about kamino girlll

"because I'm a clone too... it was my home .... and im angry" YES OMEGA SPEAKING UP FOR HERSELF TO A KAMINOAN I'M SO PROUD 🥳

Wrecker nearly getting zapped 👀

*mission impossible theme plays*

Wreckers saw !! bro I love it !!

Rex helping as many brothers as he can 🥺🤲

mans says he's helped "not enough" brothers... yeah but how many pls

"help's hard to come by these days..." Rex just ask him you know he'll go with you 🥲

"taking a lesson from your squad, we improvise" !!! tcw flashbacks lol I love when they have no plan 💕

knife knife knife 👀

"this is him better" Wrecker you've got this bby !!

lmao Tech controlling the cart from his datapad

Hunter's growl at Tech (again) 👀🤭

sneaky bois shhh 🤫

@anonymous-galager said Tech sounds like Crosshair in this scene hehe

regs: 'ayo someone activated the bridge' tbb + Rex: 'hey boys' they're so unserious while I'm hyperventilating 💀

the clones coming to stop tbb boys !! they're doing it for you !! 😫

Hunter: "new plan. 14, 5, 86" Wrecker: "all of them!?" I will never get tired of their plans 💕 (don't look at me plan 99 I'm not talking about you)

Rex: "we need an exit strategy" Echo: "got one, we're going over them" Rex: 😳 ??

Rex dodging blaster bolts 👌

"this should be interesting" Rex 🤝 Cody saying the same thing about tbb

Tech piloting the escape pod lmao he can literally fly anything

Rampart 🔫😈

lol he really thought he did something 💀

Omega's disguise wearing one of Chuchi's ponchos 🥰💕 Cal Kestis is coming for that poncho 👀

Rex giving Omega the data !! how much they all trust her 🥺

Rampart's whole speech full of rubbish 🙄

Omega catching her breath after running that whole way 🥺 you did good bby 💕

YES CHUCHI PLAY THAT EVIDENCE 🥳

Omega having to relive kamino being destroyed 😭💔

I PANICKED ITS PALPS 🙃

I hate that they twisted the whole thing so bad 😡😡😡

"I was following orders" well well well how the turn tables

the clones taking him away !!! it's like poetry, it rhymes 👌

Chuchi looked so defeated 😭😭😭

Omega hearing the introduction of stormtroopers ... I'm stuck in the foetal position forever 💔😫

Rex hating on palpatine hehe

"the fate of all the clones is now sealed because of us" AND THEY THINK ITS THEIR FAULT I HATE IT HERE 😫😭💔

"I will keep fighting for the clones" me too babes

I thought it was weird tbb just seemed to know Echo would go with Rex but it has taken me this long to realise they probably all discussed it while Omega was taking the data in 🙃😭

each of their lil moments with Echo 🥲

poor Omega probably blames Rex for Echo leaving 💔

"we're a squad" "we need you too" ...when I cry forever 😭

Omega literally jumping into his arms 🥺 and then wiping her tears away *screams into pillow*

the sad clone music I am in spain without the s

"keep an eye on them" ~ mom worrying about the kids

THE CROSSHAIR PARALELLS HELP-

and she's hugging Lula again 💔💔💔💔

I knew it'd be a bad idea to leave it all this close together I am gonna be an absolute wreck watching the s2 finale and going straight into s3 🙃

[usagiarchive]

angel of the codeine scene — [09] over and and over again

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sypnosis. [ 1.6k words. epilogue ] — The end of the suffering and the beginning of a new start.

usagi's note: HI i hope u guys read my afterword, there is so much i wanna say, but in case u guys, don't read it, i just really wanna say thanku for choosing to read this, ily guys, thanks for reading until the end <3

Rex Lapis was not indifferent.

He tries really hard to give Liyue and its people the epilogue after the war, to preserve the peace they protect, and to give his remaining yaksha the epilogue he deserves.

He tries, really.

Because he couldn't give the same to himself.

In a war where you are blessed to find love, you will be cursed to choose who to protect. Yourself? Your people? Or your lover?

There are no multiple choices, you can only choose one.

Rex Lapis had to find out the hard way.

He sends for Baizhu-yisheng and Changsheng-xiaoren again, just to make sure his warrior doesn't lose hope.

To make sure he doesn't have regrets.

To make sure he gets his own epilogue.

At sunset, they perform the ritual once again.

…

The hair on the back of Xiao's next rose once he saw the golden beacon of light once more.

He's seen this once.

Back when…

He… it… he doesn't want to hope.

The Conqueror of Demons hears his god's summons. He goes.

…

“Are you sure it's alright to do this…?” Baizhu asks as he helps clothe your…? (was it still you?) body…? into new garments.

“To do what?” Rex Lapis asks as he ties your hair up.

You- or rather what Baizhu thinks is a reincarnation of you, has been blinking sleepily for the past half hour, leaning over to Liyue’s Archon.

“To bring her back to life?”

“Hm…” The Archon thinks as he pets your head, “She's not dead, hasn't been at all,”

Baizhu's eyebrows knit together, waiting for the man to explain.

“But, the scene at Luhua Pool?”

He merely laughs, “Simply to immortalize her,” he says, “Luhua Pool is a door to a different plane of existence, it serves to preserve her memories and soul,”

Rex Lapis’ eyes stare at him and smile, “This right here is only a body, a… shell of sorts,”

Baizhu feels horrified at this but at the same time he is intrigued, with this kind of creation, would it be possible to immortalize a normal human?

“Worry not, this has been done many times before, I've done this with Ganyu, too, though her place of transmission was different, Cloud Retainer and Moon Carver have gone through a similar process back in the war,”

Changsheng hisses amusedly at her companion's reaction.

“Baizhu-yisheng, Changsheng-xiaoren? Would you accompany me to Luhua Pool?”

…

There are only a few times Xiao has felt sick to his stomach.

The first was when he was told to eat dreams for the first time.

The second was when he lost you at the river.

The third was when he learned that the other Yaksha had succumbed to death.

And the fourth was when he realized he killed you.

Seeing Luhua Pool again, with Rex Lapis' back to him, was the fifth.

The Archon knew of his presence even before he neared the ground.

“Xiao,” he greets.

“Morax,” Xiao kneels.

“Stand.”

Weapons do not question their wielder. Servants do not question their masters. Demons do not question their gods-

He faces his Archon, “Why?”

Rex Lapis steps aside and he sees…

You.

Zhongli lets out a small sad smile when he sees the warrior buckle at the knees at the sight of you.

“I… How… Is this… Is this a mockery? A punishment?” his warrior says as he tries his hardest not to show emotion in front of his god.

“No, Xiao,” he says as he places a shoulder on his and guides him to you, “A solace.”

“A reprieve.”

“I don't- I don't understand- why would-”

“Would you like to do the honors of bringing her back to you?”

You stare at him with curiosity as Zhongli guides Xiao to you.

You're quiet again.

“Dip her in the water, she already knows what to do, you just need to hold her, I'll take care of the rest,” his voice ever assuring.

“Qingxin…”

Xiao carries you in his arms, the same way he did when he brought you here to rest, he slowly eases you into the water, eyes on you the whole time, watching for any sign of discomfort.

But you only stared back at him, holding nothing of the memories from before.

“Close your eyes, okay?” he murmurs.

Once he sees you nod and your eyes flutter shut, he lowers you deeper into the water until your face is submerged and Rex Lapis begins to chant with Changsheng.

“Qingxin,” Xiao closes his eyes and presses his forehead to yours under the water.

“Come back to me.”

…

In the dusk, among the quiet of the night, Luhua Pool glows with beauty, the fireflies string around to illuminate and enhance the reflection of the moon above.

…

Your hand catches onto the back of Xiao's neck and he lifts your face above the water.

The chanting from the two has already ended and they stand to watch as the conqueror of demons wipe away the water from your face as you cough a bit.

His hand stays to cup your face.

“Xiansheng?”

Tears drip onto your face without him even realising it.

“Forgive me,” he chokes on his words, “I never- I never meant to- to hurt you, or- or to lose control, I- I should've been faster, I should've- should've asked for- asked for he-”

“Hey, hey, no,” you say as you pull him into your neck, “I'm fine, I'm here, I'm with you,”

Xiao sobs even harder into your neck, “I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry,” he repeats over and over.

You pull Xiao, your Xiao, into your arms and give him the tightest embrace you could muster with your current strength right now and he bunches the back of your hanfu as he hugs you loosely, not wanting to hurt you with his strength.

As he buries his face into your neck, you're caught with the sight of Morax looking at the two of you with a smile, Baizhu-yisheng and Changsheng-xiaoren nowhere to be found.

“Thank you,” you mouth.

He nods and leaves in a trail of golden light.

You thread your fingers into Xiao's hair and he sighs the last of his sobs into your skin.

“Xiansheng, should we go home?”

Xiao pulls away from you and nods, wiping at his face with his hands, you giggle as you help him, his eyes still rimmed with red.

“Come now, we have a lot to talk about,” you say and he warps away.

…

That night was the most you've ever heard Xiao talk, or at least according to your memories, which were still a bit fuzzy, but you remember enough from your first reincarnation.

The memories from your time with Xiao in the war were even fuzzier now, as if they were books you've read but can't remember the context of, only returning in feelings or scents.

Xiao has apologized more than eighty times that night, his tears endless as you comfort him in your arms.

“Don't worry, now that the whole reincarnating thing is an option, you won't get rid of me so easily,”

“I wish not to be rid of you at all,” he says, voice still stuffy from crying.

“How cute,” you say as you pinch the cheek that wasn't resting on your chest, “The conqueror of demons all so soft,”

…

The two of you talk for the rest of the night, helping each other understand, and taking the time to make him understand that it wasn't his fault.

Xiao promises never to hurt you again and you promise never to leave his side for too long.

After all, his karmic debt, even if significantly reduced by your previous incarnation, was still active.

You decide to get tea with Morax the next day.

…

“Ah, that,” he says as he pours a fruit blend tea, sunsettia and apple tea, “Well, to be frank with you, I haven't the slightest idea of how you reduced his karmic debt,”

“Wait, you mean to tell me that you created me to 'heal him', but you yourself have no idea how to?”

It was… a bit unnerving for Xiao to hear you question his Archon so openly.

“Yes, forgive me, dear, I only wanted a reprieve for your beloved,” he says and takes a sip of his tea.

“That's so… hmph,” you huff and take a sip of your tea.

“Well, what about how I heal him?” You ask a different question.

“I have my suspicions that it aided your untimely death,” Morax says.

“What?”

“Well, the universe must find balance, to take is to be given, and to be given is to take.”

Xiao's brows knit together, “Are you saying she died because she healed me?”

“Yes, Xiao, although I can bring her back, so I do not think it will be an issue, on another note, too, the karmic debt does not further resurface after she somehow heals it,”

The warrior holds his head, that was… a lot of information to take in… he takes a look at you and sighs, this will surely be your topic for the night.

“Wait, I don't get it, if you could bring me back, why didn't you bring Guizhong-xiangsheng back?”

The Archon smiles sadly.

“Because her body didn't have a medium to preserve her memories,” he paused, “She did not want to be reincarnated, she told me so,”

“Oh.”

“Sorry,” you apologize as you pour him another cup of tea.

He laughs at that, “No worries, my child, it is in the past, I'm sure wherever Guizhong is now, she is happier and at peace,”

He looks up at the sky and feels the breeze flow through his hair.

As you look at Xiao, who seems to enjoy the breeze of the wind, too, you think.

You'll choose Xiao.

You'll choose to reincarnate.

You'll heal him and rid him of his karmic debt.

Over and over again.

Until you both get the epilogue you deserve.

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[tinywitchgoblin]

Didn't know you were doing ship requests, so I'll give it a whirl! Ship me til your heart's joy! 💖

I'm an INFJ personality type and my zodiac sign is Cancer (fun fact, the ruling planet for Cancer is the moon). I love baking, reading, writing, and recently I've been wanting to get an acoustic guitar. I love acoustic, folk music, I love forests and rain, knitting, tea, overall coziness. I'll take a quiet night at home over a wild night partying any time.

I hope this is enough, though let me know if you'd like more description :D can't wait to see who you ship me with!

MOON HELLO ILY

I ship you with...

Echo!

Growing up, Echo never had a chance to relax or be comfortable. From being a cadet to a soldier to a prisoner to a soldier/fighter again, he was always on the move; always on survival mode- that is, until he met you. You called to a side of him that he didn't know he had- one that desires comfort and love. He's not really sure how to address it at first, but he eventually realizes that he loves you. He decides the best way to resolve it would be to talk to you directly, and when he found out that you reciprocated his feelings, he asked you out right then and there.

Echo loves taking quiet nights at home with you. He was never really a party animal like some of his brothers, so he really enjoys spending quality time with you- quality time is, after all, his love language. He likes when you show him new types of music, but is a little confused at first ("Taylor Swift? Is she a good runner or something?" lol). He's very supportive, and when you tell him about wanting to learn acoustic guitar, he encourages you to get one and start learning! He also likes when you knit. You even knit him a hat to keep his head and ears warm, and when you gave it to him, he just melted. It was one of the first gifts he'd ever been given, and it (and you) mean so much to him.

Something Echo grew to enjoy during his time with the bad batch was tea. Tech especially was a bit of a tea snob, so when he found out that you enjoy tea, too, he started drinking it again. Sometimes, when you and he go out shopping at the local farmer's market, he'll look for new and interesting teas to try with you. You've definitely got a collection going on, and he only adds to it (not that you mind).

Even though he absolutely loves being with you and spending time with you, that doesn't stop his drive to fight against the Empire. He still does missions with Rex and the others, but if he's not actively on a mission, he spends what time he can with you. It's difficult for you to say goodbye to him each time he leaves, knowing that it may be the last time you ever see him. However, you know he's doing the right thing, and you support him in whatever ways you can, and that means more to him than he knows how to express.

(tiny side note, I've been playing acoustic guitar since I was seven, and it's so much fun!! and so satisfying!! I highly recommend learning to play if you're on the fence about it)

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Thanks for reading! If you want a ship request like this one, put it in my ask box (but it may take a while for me to get to it), and don't forget to reblog <3