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@5SOS: SHOUT OUT TO THE OLD ME

21 February 2020

@Calum5SOS: OLD ME OUT NOW

@Ashton5SOS: @Calum5SOS Love you cal, we’ve come a long way brother ❤️

[newkatzkafe2023]

Here is an interesting ask. How are the Sun Wukongs during their heats or mating season? Are they more desperate? Assertive? Do they make moves or gestures on our beloved fellow reader? And do you also believe that each Sun Wukong has their own kink that they are into? >;3

He's gonna make you forget about going back to being single😉🤷‍♀️

(Lmk Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhhh, my boi usually had lots of self-control at this time, but ever since he got with you, it's now a huge struggle. Look at you sitting there looking all cute and innocent in your peach color sundresses. Then you have the nerve to cutely check on him like a good wifey should, and the final straw was when you lade on a flat surface looking all relaxed and sleepy. He couldn't handle it, so he started by taking off his shirt as he gently talked to you and rubbed your back, then he'll remove his pants showing his bulge and muscles. He'll distract you with a make out session as he strips you as well, whispering promises and compliments into your cute little ears. He'll go for the next and rocks your world of romance and Desperation. I totally see his kink being corruption and desperation as he slowly takes your innocence🤤

(HIB Wukong) He wants to knock you up and leave you with a whole army of cubs. Allow me to explain that you were always the gentle motherly type with Silly Girl and Luier as you care for both of them. He would find it so hot that you would turn vicious whenever anyone in your precious little families were in danger, and he loved that. It makes him wanna throw you on your back and thrust into you like It might be the lasting he does. The downside is he doesn't wanna force you into anything, especially when he can hardly think straight during mating season. So you know what, he usually spends this time alone, fortunately and unfortunately for him, you were always able to read him like an open book and you appreciate how considerate he's trying to be but you were hot and ready. So all you had to do was get on your knees and wiggle your birthing hips at him and he'll be on you like white on rice. The Breeding kink is his go to as he spends his free time looking at your thighs 😏

(MKR Wukong) HIS TERRITORIAL INSTINCTS WOULD MAKE THIS MATING SEASON SEXY AND SCARY!!!!! He doesn't want anyone looking at you, smelling you, or even breathing around you. You know why because you belong to him, that's right his heat makes his already extremely possessive ass, unreasonably possessive. You could just be laying there, and he would come and growl, snarl, and hiss at anyone he considered a rival of your attention and affection. Then things get really heated when he displays his ridiculous strength and feats, as he goes out of his way to impress you so much you'll have to open your legs for him. Not to mention, he'll totally mark you and dominate you as he rocks your world and reenact the big bang with you. His kink absolutely is Dominance and play fighting because he and you love to play rough and end it with a tender kiss.

(NR Wukong) MY GOD, his heat makes him so much of a depraved perverted yandere. It gives you the Urge the call the police😬. He'll have hearts in his eyes as he pants, shakes, and sweats as he peeks at you from through your bathroom or bedroom window. He has no shame, no self control, and apparently no dignity at the moment as he would sometimes break into your space and grind on you as he like his life depends on it as he purrs and makes filthy promises and oaths in your ears. Seriously, you can feel his surprise commander is on your other pairs of lips, and if he not he's gonna pop right their in his pants as he makes you gush and squirt through your underwear It's official that his all kinks are gonna involve chains, whips, heavy leather, and a ball gag.

(Netflix Wukong) Out of Alll the monkey kings I feel he'll hate both mating season and his heat the most. Like seriously It makes him the equivalent to a teenage boy starting to go through puberty, His boners are both frequent and come at the worst time. It especially got worse when you came around, you displaying all your goods and treasures that make him drool all over his armor. This whole thing is Unbearable, embarrassing and he hates when it happens, so he never tells you about it but it's so hard to control himself when your right there. Ready for him to take you and make you forget about whatever problems you have, and oh god he would last as he jumps your bones In a desperate attempt to please you and himself. His kink my be Stereotypical or too obvious but I can see him having a mommy kink, as he chirps like a baby monkey, as he thrust into you and begs for your love, affection and potential Milk for him to suck on as he calls you mommy.🥵

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[crash-bump-bring-the-whump]

Whumperless Whump Event - Day 7

Have some war mage emotional whump c:

TWs: drowning, CPR, broken bones, hypothermia

Falling through a frozen lake / Hypothermia / “Hey, c'mon, you gotta stay awake.”

"Dimitri--Dimitri, you need to sit down." Laredo hissed, hands wrapped firmly around Dimitri's soaking-wet shoulders. He knew Dimitri couldn't hear him.

He was too busy watching Izan force his overlapping palms down against the center of Mariano's bared chest. Laredo couldn't entirely blame him. It was too quiet, with only Dimitri's harsh, shivering breathing and Manuel's muttering breaking the silence as Mariano lay on the snowy shore, unmoving and pale with his winter clothes heavy with water.

Laredo was only able to tear his eyes away because Dimitri was shivering like he'd just come out of the training room freezer. "Here--Dimitri, babe, look at me." Dimitri didn't see him when Laredo carefully blocked his view of Manuel giving Mariano rescue breaths.

"I need to help you out of those clothes. You can put mine on." Laredo had a good amount of body fat so it didn't feel terribly cold to him, but Dimitri had complained about only being able to put on three layers that morning. Dimitri nodded, though, wordlessly cooperating as Laredo unzipped his winter coat and peeled it away from him.

Neither one acknowledged the pop of one of Mariano's ribs, or the huff each compression forced from him.

"Sweater, Dimitri." That went next, then his undershirt, and then Laredo shed his own thick coat and wrapped Dimitri up in it. His own sweater came off next, and he started using it to squeeze water from Dimitri's hair. "C'mon, jeans next, you know the drill."

Dimitri's shivering hands slowly started to unbutton his pants, fumbling when Mariano started to choke and Manuel let out a sob. Laredo only just caught Dimitri by his arms, keeping him from scrambling over. "Hey, hey, no, pants first, you dove into that water so we need to get you warm. They have him."

Laredo didn't need to look to know that Manuel was helping Mariano onto his side, and that Izan was brushing away the hair plastered to Mariano's face. He slid his hands up to Dimitri's face, hating how ashen his lips were. "They have him. Let me take care of you, now. Sit back."

It was easy to pull the skates from Dimitri's feet and slide his pants and boxers off when he sat back, and even easier to slip Laredo's sweatpants onto him. "There, there, that should be way warmer." Dimitri still shivered and shook, but everything felt less urgent now that he was wrapped in Laredo's warm, dry clothes.

Laredo, in his long-sleeved shirt and athletic winter leggings, pulled Dimitri close and tucked his head under his chin.

"He's breathing, guys! We're getting him stripped and dried off now." Manuel called, voice thick with emotion. "How's Dimitri?"

"Got him changed. We ready to get back to the car?" Laredo asked, letting Dimitri bury his head in his chest and start to shudder and sob through his own emotions.

"Ready in sixty--maybe next time we can just go skating at the ice rink downtown." Izan suggested, and Laredo heard Mariano let out a waterlogged laugh-cry into another coughing fit. "I just think it'll be cheaper overall."

"I think Izan's right." Laredo said, gathering Dimitri up into his arms as Manuel scooped Dimitri's freezing clothes up. "This lake sucks anyway. Plus the skating rink has a hibachi place next door."

"Hib-bach-chi's b-bett-ter 'n this-s-s." Mariano croaked out in agreement, making Dimitri cry even harder.

Those sobs didn't die down until Dimitri was able to get his arms around Mariano in the back of the car, held on each side by Izan and Laredo.

@whump-captain @whumpr @whumperofworlds @lektricwhump @cyberwhumper

@bxtterflystxtches @inscrutable-shadow @honeybees-125

[gabessquishytum]

people keep sending in vampire aus and I Cannot Resist

so there is this terrible, terrible YA series called House of Night about an academy for teenagers that were Marked and are turning into vampyres(that's how the authors chose to write it, okay), who are also refered to as the children of Nyx

(tw a little gore and minor character death)

please imagine Surly Teenager Morpheus, freshly Marked, rolling up to the House of Night in London and already Hating Everything.

The Director Dealer's Choice, but why not make it Lucifer? gives him the rundown of how everything works before explaining that every fledgling vamypr gets assigned a mentor

in walks Hob Gadling, who among all those other supernaturally good-looking vampyres looks like Just A DudeTM. He even says "Hey, you already look the part! You're way ahead of me there."

Morpheus doesn't say anything. Partly because he is still grumpy. Partly because Hob Gadling seems strangely familiar.

they leave on their tour of the school which is filled to the brim with stray cats btw. one of them hurls itself into Hob's arms and Hib barely reacts, only curling his arms around it and petting between its ears. "Meet Daniel", Hob says, "He comes and goes as he pleases, but he's friendly."

Morpheus stared into the cat's green eyes, wondering if he'll get scratched if he tried anything, but Daniel lets himself be petted and even purrs for a good minute before running away as sudden as he came

they finish the tour, Morpheus meets his roommate and slowly he settles into his new routine of night classes and trying to get along with a slew of new acquaintaces

there's a few awkward moments during Hob's lessons- like the time he spoke about meeting famous vampyre poet shakespeare and the words "it wasn't like that" sat on the tip of Morpheus' tongue until he nearly bit through his cheek, or when Hob read them a passage from the Canterbury Tales in Middle English and it felt more familiar than the modern one

things are good until a few weeks in, one of Morpheus' classmates' body rejects the change

in the middle of class, they start coughing up blood. it starts pouring from their nose, their eyes, even their ears

they collapse and the teachers have to carry them to the infirmary

it's a harsh reminder that as much as Morpheus has been getting used to this new life, it could end just as quickly

but the worst part?

their blood smelled amazing

vampyres drink blood, that's a fact

but developing a taste for it is something that happens in the third to fourth year. not barely three months in

understandably, Morpheus freaks out. and because he is Morpheus he Does Not Talk About It

not talking about it doesn't help with the hunger though

which may be why the next time someone's body rejects the change, he hides in a janitor's closet

his heart pounds in his chest. the mark on his forehead burns. his stomach is tied in knots

there's scratching at the door- one of the cats- before there are footsteps

"what is it, Daniel?" an all too familiar voice asks

there's nothing Morpheus wants less than to face Hob right now, not when his mentor has been trying his best to get Morpheus to open up, make friends among his classmates, he'll fit right in!

before Morpheus can try and get himself together the door opens and he finds himself staring up into the unfairly handsome face of Hob and a lap full of Cat

"Oh, love", Hob says and folds down next to him

Morpheus should bristle. stand up and leave with his head held high because he is a Son Of Night and is Completely Fine

instead he leans into the embrace Hob offers him, taking in greedy pulls of his scent (sunshine and grassy hills, the musk of an old forest. "not ancient greece", he'd said that first day, "but i like to think 600 years is still quite a respectable age")

Hob nudges him until Morpheus sits between his legs and pulls up the sleeve of his shirt

again, Morpheus should bristle, should fight the arms wrapping around him, that's his teacher for fuck's sake

but he's just so hungry that he lets Hob press a wrist to his mouth and drinks

Oh yeah that’s hot, kinda love the idea of an eldritch teacher/student relationship??

Morpheus being such a precocious little vampire baby who already craves blood, of course he needs a little extra care and attention from his teacher, right? And yeah, Hob starts to pay just a little closer attention - checks in with Morpheus, even comes to see him in his room. He’s coaching Morpheus through the first stages of consuming blood, making sure he isn’t going hungry. Truth is, nothing has tasted as good for Morpheus as Hob did that very first time in the closet. He’s craving blood and specifically he’s craving Hob.

He’s developing quite an embarrassing crush on Hob. And Hob, well… he’s trying to be a good mentor. He’s concerned by Morpheus’s rapid development. And there’s something about the young student that seems kind of familiar to him. When they talk together it’s like they have a history, and it feels weird but… comfortable. Not to mention, Hob got genuinely and uncomfortably turned on that night when Morpheus drank from his wrist. It felt like something hot and powerful was tingling through his entire body, and he’s never ever felt that way before.

Then there’s the time when Hob finds himself really incredibly hungry, he was dumb and skipped a meal. Morpheus doesn’t hesitate: he crawls right into Hob’s lap and tells him to shut up and drink. He can take it. And Hob knows that he shouldn’t take advantage, but he never claimed to be a good man. It feels… so. Good. Like coming home. Holding Morpheus and drinking from him greedily. Like they’ve… done it before. Hmm.

In any case, as much as Hob tries to hold himself back, it’s probably only a matter of time before the mentor/mentee develops into something. A lot more.

[invisible-storyteller]

Grandma

Derek & Melissa (~2300 words, gen, on AO3) Written for @teenwolfrarepairevents May Character of the Month: Melissa McCall

The day has been more than chaotic so far, and no supernatural shenanigan has been even needed to have Melissa feel like she’s draining her last resort by the middle of her shift. Ever since the pack went off to college (and Chris settled a treaty with the local hunters), Beacon Hills has been relatively peaceful regarding life-threatening situations, but years of fighting instilled a modus operandi in Melissa that has her on high alert as soon as he spots Derek Hale across the hospital’s nursing station. She runs out from behind the desk (ready to battle whatever batshit craziness that damn tree dragged into their town this time) and pauses in her haste when the full picture finally dawns on her.

There's no way to sugarcoat it: Derek Hale looks awful. It's not just the incredibly lost eyes that wander around the hospital aimlessly as if in search of something he himself doesn't know about, but the equally disorganized appearance of his untripped beard and the huge duffel bag he tries to keep on one shoulder, too, while his jacket has already fallen halfway off the other one to make the stain on his shirt all the more visible. His wide eyes are nothing short of desperate when they catch sight of Melissa, and he almost drops the crying baby in his arms (bless werewolf reflexes) as he nudges his way past two other patients with the huge bag still balanced on one side.

“Derek,” Melissa greets with more than just a hint of curiosity in her voice, “Can I help you with... anything?”

From up close, there seem to be dark bags under the man’s fearful green eyes and sweat glistening in the dark locks of hair that unflatteringly stick to his worry-creased forehead. The kid isn’t fairing better with tears steadily flowing down their chubby cheeks, body wrapped in what appears to be one of Derek’s own shirts, and Melissa can only guess that this child is also of the supernatural variety with how inhumanly loud they are screaming their discomfort.

“I’m here for his shots?” Derek asks more than states, looking unsurely at the baby, which Melissa realizes is not a found-at-the-side-of-the-road orphan. He is probably Derek’s, somehow, even if Melissa cannot fathom the how, and she sighs as her heart clenches in sympathy for Derek, who (in her eyes) is still just as much of a kid.

Without hesitation, she leads them to a separate room where no one else will bother them (in case the kid wolfs out or something, she doesn’t know how it all works), and the kid gets the shots Melissa infers he needs from Derek's vague responses. She cautions Derek of the possible effects (like prolonged sleep) and gives explanations of the next round of RV, Hib and PCV vaccines the child ought to receive, all the while Derek looks dazed and inundated and probably a lot more scared than when he first arrived. Melissa's parental instinct immediately kicks in, and she's offering Derek her number before she could think twice about it. (That, at least, relaxes the man's shoulders still carrying all the supplies he could gather for a full-night hospital visit, which, okay, he probably didn't need to visit the hospital that often as a child, but his reaction is still excessive and pretty disconcerting.)

“Thank you." Derek begins to leave with the kid once again gathered in his arms and occupied for now (and silent, thank God!) with randomly pulling at his father's unruly beard.

“Of course," Melissa replies, and before the man can leave the room, she reaches out to tentatively touch his arm. “How about you come over tomorrow? I think I still have some books on parenting. Maybe we can look them over together."

Derek nods - visibly relieved that Melissa is offering help without asking questions - and exits the room with somewhat lighter steps in his walk.

***

“They say he’s violent,” Derek casts his eyes down, and Melissa suddenly realizes why he's been avoiding eye contact ever since he turned up at her workplace, “I don’t know what to do anymore.”

She hums thoughtfully over a bite of her lunch - one that Derek himself brought her as he always did on Thursdays - and waits for the man to elaborate with a supportive hand on his arm. He has been more receptive to tactile comfort lately.

“I’m not...” Derek presses his lips together, struggling, “I’m trying to hold it back. If anything, I want him to grow up normal-“

“You’re normal, too.”

“You know what I mean.”

Melissa understands probably better than anyone. She wished for something similar at some point, right after she figured out what her son had become, but looking back now, that drastic change in his life brought the best out of her son, or maybe Scott brought out the best of that situation and the possibilities that came with it. Either way, her son is the man that he is today because of the supernatural shaping experience, and all the best people Melissa knows somehow exceed ordinary anyway, so she poses the question:

“What is wrong with being different?”

Derek gives her a withering look in exchange.

“Eli used to be violent when he played with others, so now others won't play with him,” Derek lists dejectedly as if he’s counting his own personal failures, “He also gets angry when his toys get taken away or when he has to sit down and draw-”

“Kids can be violent sometimes.”

Derek sighs, and something helpless descends upon his face. “I’m not sure this is for me.”

Melissa knows this kind of thinking all too well.

“Parenting?” She guesses, to which Derek gives her a nearly imperceptible nod. She quickly abandons her lunch and takes hold of his hands, making sure to only speak up once his eyes trail up to her self-consciously. “Listen to me. Take it from a mother who had to raise her son mostly on her own: We all doubt ourselves, okay? No parent is perfect, and how could they be? There isn’t a manual to this. We’re all just trying our best. And we fail sometimes.”

“It seems I fail more than others...”

Melissa squeezes his hands, hoping that it transfers some of her strength and faith into him. Because Melissa didn’t have anyone to encourage her when she stepped onto this road, and she wants to be that person for Derek. “You’re a good parent. You know how I know that? Because you love Eli, and you’re trying to raise him to the best of your abilities. Everything else will sort itself out, and if not, you know that I'm here for you.”

Derek looks down at their hands, a bit ashamed and a bit reinvigorated. “It still doesn’t solve the issue...”

“You said Eli hasn’t started talking yet,” Melissa recalls as she takes her hand back, "Just a few words here and there, right?"

“Another concern. Just what I needed.”

“Don’t get sassy with me, sir.”

Derek ducks his head reflexively, but there’s a smile at the corners of his mouth, and Melissa wonders when the last time was that the man received a parental scolding. Everyone starts to appreciate parents' overbearing guidance when they no longer have it, but if it's up to Melissa, Derek won't have to weather the storm alone ever again.

“You know, a lot of kids express their negative emotions through aggressive actions when they can’t communicate their problems well yet,” Melissa tells him and is glad to see a shimmer of hope in his eyes.

“Really?”

“I used to read a lot of bedtime stories to Scott,” Melissa comments with a shrug as she takes her fork back into hand, “Maybe that will help.”

“That solves one issue,” Derek retorts pessimistically, but his features seem more relaxed than at the start of their conversation.

Melissa gives him a patient smile and softly reassures: “We only have to solve one issue at a time.”

***

“He doesn’t want to be a werewolf.”

“Have you talked to him about it?”

“I’m trying but he won’t hear me out!”

Melissa thanks Derek when he pulls out the chair for her so she can deposit her sports bag and chocolate chip muffin in peace, and waits for him to take the seat opposite her before answering. She feels quite happy with herself - usual for their weekly visit to the small bakery near where the Zumba lessons are held - and Derek also seems more inclined to share his problems beside a cup of tea to soothe his nerves.

“Maybe he’s denying it because you’re denying your true self as well,” Melissa points out with a tinge of disapproval, “When was the last time you transformed in front of him?”

After thirteen years of friendship, Derek’s silence is easily comprehendible for her. Melissa's eyes grow a bit more scathing.

“I just... I believed for so long that the bite was a gift,” Derek says quietly over the table as he steals a few crumbs from her plate, “But it ruined so many people’s lives.”

Melissa rolls her eyes at the familiar (and, in her opinion, over-discussed) topic. “He can’t change who he is. Neither can you, neither can my son. That is a lesson we all have to learn at some point, I’m afraid. We can’t run from ourselves forever.”

Derek smooths his hand over his beard - a self-soothing gesture Melissa has picked up on over the years.

“And if it makes his life worse?”

“And if it makes it better?” She counters, and receives an infamous bitch face in return.

Not today, though, she decides. She’s not letting him off the hook that easily.

“Up! You’re driving us to your place,” She declares as he gathers her stuff along with the remains of her muffin.

“You can’t eat that in my car.”

“Can’t I?”

Derek’s lips pull into a thin line but he cleverly shuts his mouth. Once at the werewolf's house, Melissa busies herself with making dinner - You can really let me cook for you this one time. Or are you implying my cooking is bad? - until she hears the sound of Eli’s drumsticks hitting together to the tune of a popular rock song outside and she abruptly turns to a work-immersed Derek at the table (he has started editing at Melissa's suggestion, and it turned out to be something that Derek enjoyed more than the unengaging mechanic job he still occasionally returned to).

“Wolf. Now.”

His eyebrows sink into a frown, and Melissa groans as she has to spell everything out to him:

“Exposure therapy for your son. Starting now. Shift!”

Derek argues and hesitates for all the twenty seconds it takes for Eli to enter the house, and then he trudges off into the bathroom with a petulant pout on his lips. Melissa only smiles in self-satisfaction, especially when Eli’s eyes light up both at the sight of her in the kitchen and at the smell of dinner on the stove.

“Whoa! Grandma! You’re eating with us?”

“Yeah, I have my night off.”

“Cool,” Eli says as he drops his bag at the entrance (she'll tell him off later for that) and comes up to accept her welcoming kiss on his forehead.

“Um, by any chance, did you get me a dog, too?”

Melissa follows his line of sight over her shoulder to the enormous black wolf emerging from the bathroom, and she shakes her head proudly as Eli's eyes widen with something similar to trepidation.

“Nope.”

“Is that..." Eli swallows hard, hands fumbling with the end of his flannel sleeve, "...Dad?”

Melissa doesn’t speak, merely steps back when the black wolf inches forward with its ears cautiously flattened to its head and posture curling slightly in on itself to make his whole body seem smaller. Eli drops to his knees in shock, but his hands come up experimentally to smooth down the fur on the wolf’s back, although Melissa can detect a light shake to his touch.

“Woah,” Eli exhales harshly, and before Melissa feels the need to maybe intervene (in case Eli really isn't ready for such an encounter yet), the kid's lips stretch into an excited and very much teasing grin as he asks: “So can we play fetch now?”

Melissa bursts into laughter alongside Eli at Derek’s threatening growl, but despite the man’s initial rejection of the idea, Eli eventually convinces Derek to practice lacrosse in the backyard with the wolf as a hard-to-trick canine goalie while Eli perfects his aim. Between shots, while the sun slowly dips behind the silhouette of trees, Derek‘s lupine eyes seek out Melissa on the porch and give her a meaningful bow that even her human mind can interpret.

She shrugs, but her smile is fond and her eyes are a bit misty when she states: “We’re family.”

Derek hears, of course, even from the distance, and flashes his blue eyes back at her right as a ball flies past his head and lands neatly in the net behind him.

“Yesyesyesyes!” Eli fistbumps the air, overjoyed, and he still doesn’t show any signs of fear as Derek starts to chase him around the yard and then the entire property exclusively in his wolf form.

Melissa rolls her eyes at her boys, all the while she feels her heart expand with love and pride for the two. They've come a long way, and Melissa simply can't wait to see what's still in store for them (and her, of course, she's here for the whole ride, after all).

[skyward-floored]

Febuwhump day 17 - silent tears

I keep taking these kinda loosely but I also do not care <3 I’m happy enough with how this turned out anyway

Sprite is oot/mm Link, Hibiscus is alttp, oos/ooa, and la Link.

Courage of ages explanation

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“Ow.”

“Ugh... Seconded. Who knew moblins could kick so hard?”

Sprite groaned, pulling himself out of the bush he’d landed in. “Slate probably did,” he grumbled. “His stupid monsters are jerks.”

He brushed several leaves and twigs off himself, and watched Hibiscus do the same, glancing up at the cliff they’d been kicked off.

A group of monsters had taken them by surprise on the narrow path, and a chain of several bad decisions had led to Sprite being kicked into Hibiscus, unbalancing then sending them both tumbling down the cliffside.

Fortunately Hibiscus had managed to pull out a weird feather of some kind that slowed their descent enough so that they merely crashed into the bushes instead of breaking their necks on the rocks, but Sprite was still scratched up and bruised from the fall, and his knee was bleeding a little.

He spat out a leaf, and sighed, wincing when his chest ached. Man, he’d probably have a bruise from where he got kicked too. Ugh.

“We need to get back up there,” Sprite grumbled, pulling a twig out of his hair. “You okay enough to climb?”

“I’m fine,” Hibiscus nodded, dusting off his tunic and replacing the flower that had fallen from his hair. “I just got a little knocked around. I’ll be— wait.”

He froze, and looked at his tunic, patting down his chest and neck with a confused expression.

“My necklace, I— where is it?” he breathed. Then he began to pat himself more frantically, looking in his shirt and falling to his knees to search around at the ground beneath him. “I can’t find it, it’s not on me Sprite I can’t find it—”

“Whoa, calm down Hib, I’m sure it’s here somewhere,” Sprite said with a raised eyebrow. “It probably just came loose when we fell, stop freaking out. Is it really so important?”

“Yes,” Hibiscus snapped, shooting him a look, and Sprite froze at the unusual panic in his voice.

“Okay, okay... well I bet it’s right around here somewhere,” he said a little awkwardly, getting down on his knees. He began searching through the grass for the necklace, in the opposite direction from Hibiscus, pointedly ignoring the other while unease simmered in his guts.

Hibiscus never snapped at anyone like that. Even when he got angry, he usually took a firm tone, but not... snappy.

Boy, maybe he hit his head on the way down.

Neither of them spoke for what felt like a long time, leaves rustling as they looked around. Sprite hissed in pain when he accidentally stuck his hand into some thorns, but nothing was comparing to the racket Hibiscus was making a little ways away, tearing frantically through the leaf litter.

Sprite had seen the chain around Hibiscus’s necklace before: he’d never seen him take it off in fact. But he didn’t really know what it looked like aside from the chain, whether it had any charms or a pendant, different colors or anything on it.

And he sure wasn’t having any luck finding it.

After what was a solid fifteen minutes of fruitless searching, Sprite decided that some defining features would help. He glanced over at where Hibiscus was searching, and opened his mouth to ask what the necklace looked like.

But the words died in his throat, and he stared in shock.

Tears were dripping down Hibiscus’s cheeks as he pawed around the leaf litter, eyes wide and movements frantic. Sprite continued to stare, and felt a sharp wave of uncomfortableness roll over him as he watched more tears fall down his face.

Nayru preserve him, he was terrible at emotions.

“...Hib?”

Hibiscus paused in his frantic search, mopping a sleeve over his face. He looked over at him, eyes glassy, and Sprite hesitated.

“This is really important, isn’t it?” he asked quietly.

Hibiscus swallowed thickly, and nodded, looking away.

“Sprite I can’t lose this necklace,” he whispered. “It’s all I... it would be like you losing your ocarina, I just can’t.”

“Okay,” Sprite said softly, and went back to looking, much more determined now.

If this was as important to Hibiscus as his ocarina was to him, he’d search with him all day if he had to.

Sprite slowly worked his way closer to the bottom of the cliff where they’d fallen, searching for any kind of sparkle or glint of the chain. Hibiscus had gone in the other direction, deeper into the bushes, and as Sprite looked around in the dirt, he absently thought through all of his items, wishing one of them could help. Too bad Gloam isn’t here, he’d sniff it out in seconds.

He was about to give up and go look in Hibiscus’s direction again when something shone in the corner of his eye. Sprite jogged over to it, and smiled at the sight of the necklace caught in a bush.

He began to untangle it, studying the thing as he worked. The slender chain was the same as he remembered, but a small wooden ring hung on the end of it, lightly enchanted not to break he could tell. There were a few designs carved around it, nothing fancy, but obviously made with a lot of care.

Sprite carefully tugged it loose, and cradled it in his hands.

“I think I found it Hib!” he called, and the other hero nearly tripped in his haste to reach his side, reaching for the necklace as soon as he saw Sprite holding it.

He looked it over frantically, running a shaky thumb over the tiny carvings, turning it over in his hands several times. Then he held it close, eyes shut tightly as he breathed out a shaky breath.

“Yeah. This is it. Thank you Sprite.”

“No problem,” he muttered a little awkwardly.

He shuffled his feet as Hibiscus put the necklace securely into his pouch, running a thumb along the wood one last time before setting it away.

“Sorry about... freaking out,” Hibiscus said in a quiet voice. He breathed out a little shakily, and rubbed his eyes, subtly trying to remove the moisture from his cheeks. “That ring means a lot to me.”

“Yeah... I kinda figured. Where’d you get it?” Sprite asked curiously. “Did someone make it for you?”

Hibiscus was silent a moment, a strange emotion shining in his eyes. Then he turned away, walking back towards the cliff.

“Yeah. Someone did. Come on, we need to get back to the others.”

Sprite watched him go for a few moments, blinking in confusion. That was it? Just a quick brush-off? He wasn’t going to get any explanation?

He huffed out a sigh, then followed Hibiscus, several questions burning on the tip of his tongue. But he didn’t ask them.

He had a feeling he wouldn’t get any answers.

[saevus-brutalis]

hi :] 6, 8, 23 and 27

6. do they have pet names for each other? Do they like them?

Ray has an array of italian pet names he likes to use for Vincent; bello or amore being the most common. Vincent likes the sound of them so he doesn’t really mind; besides he loves listening to Ragan speaking italian. he sometimes calls him Elio (meaning sun) or Eli (short for Elijah) - which was how his mother would call him - but uses it very sporadically since it tends to trigger Vincent in a bad way.

Vincent isn’t big on using pet names, the closest he gets to a pet name is shortening someone’s name – in Ragan’s case it’s calling him Ray - and he has exclusive rights to calling him that. he sometimes jokingly calls him his ray of sunshine, but aside from that, he sometimes uses love and very rarely honey. Ragan melts every time Vincent uses one of those, but finds his nickname Ray really endearing as well.

8. what do they find physically sexiest about each other?

Vincent is absolutely crazy about Ray’s lower half. he’s an ass man by definition and would spend hours staring at Ray’s rear end. he’s obsessed with his big strong thighs, the way the muscles dip and curve, how the fabric stretches around them. Ray often uses it to his advantage making sure to sway his hips when waking by, purposefully wearing tight fitting jeans or really short shorts, not throwing away pants with rips, or indulging Vince by sitting in his lap and letting him run his hands down his thighs.

for Ray it’s Vince’s shoulders and neck. he loves how broad he is. his massive build makes him feel tiny in comparison despite being only 20 centimeters or so shorter than him. he liked digging his fingers into his back, hibbing him back rubs and massages, running his fingertips over the defined muscles and textured skin. the burns and scars don’t take away the beauty and only make this part of Vince’s body that much hotter and more unique. he often catches himself staring at Vincent’s back when he’s wearing a tight shirt or it’s clinging to his sweaty back.

23. what was their first impression of each other?

[2037]

to Ragan Vincent came off as textbook example of a NC dweller; rude, selfish wish a sharp tongue and colorful string of curses in his pocket. a rebellious street punk, tall and intimidating, he immediately piqued Ragan’s interest. wearing dark clothes, pale with no kitsch cyberware he stood out from the flashy crowd of NC’s young punks, and was a nice contrast to what Ragan was used to seeing out in the Badlands. despite Vincent’s rather cold demeanor towards Ragan he saw something in him. first impression – cute but a raging asshole.

Vincent was conflicted about how he felt about Ray, at first he hated his bubbly personality and how friendly he was with his friends and with him, but on the other hand - even if he tried - he couldn’t deny the man’s attractiveness. there was something pulling Vince towards Ray – be it his charming persona or a pretty pearly smile and those gorgeous gorgeous eyes. first impression – handsome idiot.

27. what interests do they share? For interests they don't share, do they ever participate anyway?

what started as a remedy for soreness quickly turned into a hobby of sorts - Vincent have been practicing yoga for some time now and it slowly crept into his daily routine, so much so he starts off his day with a yoga and a quick meditation sesh, even if he has to wake up before the break of dawn. Ray sometimes (when he feels like waking up this early) takes part in Vince's early shenanigans and overtime he gets quite good at it as well! however he's more of a passive enjoyer when it come's to Vincent's interest in yoga, he likes to watch him from the distance. it's always quite a sight. one more thing Vincent has an interest in that Ray doesn't share nor participate are chess. after losing way too many games he swore to never play with Vince again. Ray's such a sore loser - just like his input. one thing they do share is watching terrible, cringy or cheesy movies and reality shows. Vince is an avid drama reality show watcher (picture Love Island but make it cyberpunk), he loooves to bitch about the people in it and Ray is right with him on that. they both comment on the contestants’ actions throughout the whole episode and usually end up binging the whole or half a season in one go. Ray loves old cheesy romance movies and old western and forces Vincent to watch them with him. Vince won't ever admit it but he does like the cheesy romance movies more than the action packed westerns. Ray's one interest that Vincent doesn't share but still tries to participate in is old tech. he loves taking apart old cassette tapes, CD players and radios, making his own little devices from parts he finds himself or ones Vincent brings him from the city's pawnshops and vintage stores. Vince can't understand how Ray can be so invested in ancient tech like this, but he himself has his own weird little interests and loves old cars and furniture so he can't really say anything about it.

[blog-reflection]

One / One - Gathering

Mildret: JAAAAMMMMESSSS could you please hurry up? We're running late for grandma this morning!

That's Mildret, other people know her as my mother. Last weekend, she agreed on get together for breakfast at my grandparents place but... If I'm being honest I don't really want to. I'm not in the mood, even tho I love them. I rolled over to my side and looked out the window next to my desk. Rain. Ofc rain. It's been raining for last two weeks. Tho, I like the sound of it. 

Mildret: JAMES I WILL NOT REPEAT MYSELF. COME DOWN IMMEDIATLY, WE'VE BEEN LATE THREE TIMES ALREADY! James: FINE, GIMMI A VIEW!  

I braced myself on top of my bed, slowly reminding my body how to move. I looked around my room. There wasn't much going on. My tablett been on, which is normal, displaying that there is indeed an gathering today. I must have forgotten otherwise my alarm would've already been buzzing. But nothing, I simple forgot. I stood up and made my way to the wardrobe while kicking shirts and bottles out of my way. I look tired as shit, not to mention my overall messy apearence. Twisted shirt from front to back, one sock missing, which I assume is somewhere between my blankets and for what ever happend with my hair. I thought I get away without a shower but well, not like that. I took off my clothes and grabbed the next towel to cover my hibs while walking out of my room across the hallway into the bath. I loosend the towel and stepped inside the shower after I took another investigating look into the mirror. I reached out for the nob when I suddenly hear my mum scream thru the entire house. 

Mildret: DON'T FORGET THAT THEY CUT OFF WARM WATER THIS MORNING DUE TO THE CONSTRUCTION SIDE NEXT DOOR IN CASE YOU PLAN TO SHOWER!  

I did not plan to shower, I was forced. But in that very moment my ears recogniced her saying that, it was already to late. The knob was twised, unleashing an icy storm upon my body... and for a blink of an eye, I felt like I was petrefied. Rock solid, unable to move. It took me a while to fully understand what just happend. I slowly reached towards the knob and turned off the shower followed by little steps that led outside. While doing that I grabbed all towels I could find on the way and slowly went back to my room resulting in colapsing on my bed. I. Was. Freezing. I wraped myself in my blaked for a bit more heat until I was feeling something again. I stood infront of the now open Wardrobe and browsed thru all the clothes I own. I ended up grabbing a paar of jeans and sweater which looked cute, but I put them back as soon as I had them on. My mum wouldn't leave me with this on. Even tho she tries to be supportive, she still manages to be very homophibic sometimes. She want's me to dress maskulin when ever we're out together. Where people could see us together. My grandparents are nothing like her. Thea and Josepphe are the most open people in the world. They where there for me when noone else where. Even after my outing, they continue to be supportive no matter what. And then you have Mildret. I sometimes think she might be jealouse of the way my grandpartens act around me. But those are worries for later. Right know, I got to keep looking for the clothes. 

Mildret: JAMES WILLIAM FALL, YOU'D BETTER BE ON YOUR WAY DOWN OR ELSE....FIVE MORE MINUTES THAT'S IT.  

Well my mum's pissed, I can tell because she barely uses the full length of my name. But...here we go. Better find something ASAP or shes comming after me. Let's see what we have. Some light blue ripped denim jeans, a basic white shirt, a blank pale white jumper and a pair of fake convers. That's okay? ...I guess? Now to the rest. I looked into the mirror and insteandly regret that decision. Sleepy eyes, again and hair, which is still messed up due to the "shower" earlier. I took an towel and warpped it around my head. I slipped into my shoes, run out of my room, only to return a couple of seconds later to grab the bag that I've forgotten. I grabbed him, pulled the door close and stumbled down the stairway. My mum gave me an investigating look.

Mildret: What's that? James: Oh yeah I wanted to rub my hair dry in the car so we.. Mildret: Don't be silly! Mildret: I'll turn on the heat, you don't need that!

She grabbed the towel and thrown it into the stairway. I just growled towards her and rolled my eyes before I plug in my airpots and placed myself in the back of the car. I opend spotify and started listening to my playlist before leaning my head against the window and checking up on my notifications. Three likes on my new insta post, and some notifications on discord. That's it. Nothing else then the album cover of the song playing. The drive was just like the shower....cold. The rain is dropping down the paine while we drive thru brightly coloured leaves which anounnounced the time of autumn. I keept looking outside for what felt like eternity until I noticed, that I spaced. I spaced out so much that I didn't even realised us entering Shepherdswell. I can't wait to see them.

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[pb-dot]

Thanks, me.

The origin stories of my two wips are pretty short, so here's both of them.

The Clockwork Boy started in my mind as a title. Some time after finishing the excellent A Memory Called Empire by Arkady Martine I found myself wondering why I was having a hard time finding something similar with a MLM couple, and the title just kind of appeared in my head along with the realization I'd probably need to write the damn thing myself.

His Impossible Brushstrokes started as a writing prompt from back in my Reddit days. It was an image prompt depicting a painter with an enigmatic expression, to my memory he also had his shirt off. I started out writing a short story based on this image, which is pretty similar to how the act 2 climax of HiB turned out. I later on tried to expand it to a novel once, but I lacked the momentum and got caught up in some plot snarl or other before I could get to any of the good stuff so I scrapped that. On my third try, things are going much better, although I still have a little bit left.

WIP Wednesday: Origins

Good Wip Wednesday my dear writerlings. Today, I would love to hear what was the first piece of your WIP that appeared in your mind. Was it a character, more or less fully formed, leaving you with the question "neat, so what do we do with you?" Was it a scene with its dramatic and/or exciting moments already in place, begging the question "Ok, so who are these people and how do I get them here? Also where is here?" or was it something smaller. A line of dialog? A worldbuilding detail? A metaphor or simile? Did the story just kind of happen in your mind while you weren't looking? Did you perhaps just start writing one day and now you're here?

I can't wait to hear how y'all get started. Sound off in the RBs

-Peebs-

[wiiildflowerrr]

"Hey kids - if you decide your kilt is way too long (you've been working hard on Leg Day, right?) don't bother getting it shortened professionally, just HACK OFF what you don't want and leave the edge raw ROCK AND ROLLLLLLL!!!" ✂️🤘🏼

[newkatzkafe2023]

I love your blog. How would the sun wukongs react to their female partner wearing their clothes? But not the armor portion for obvious reasons. Like she would walk in wearing his hanfu shirt, or robe or whatever its called that he’s wearing and at one point she’s like “if you want it back, then come and get it~” while she leans against something in a seductive way.

Ohhhhhhhhhh boi Don't start something you can't finish😏😏😏

(Lmk Wukong) Oh😳..............oh😏 he'll take you up on that challenge he was banging his empty head looking for that shirt. Just to find you're wearing it, and at first you looked adorable, but he gonna need that back. But you just had the challenge him so now he's got you trapped in his room ready to get his shirt but first he has to get Through you.💛🤤

(NR Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhhh Once again you pick the wrong one🤭. This man is shameless and would look for any chance to see you in all your glory. Now to mention your wearing his robe and telling him to get it himself, Ohhhhhhhhhh your in for it now. I just hope you don't have anything important to do later because He's not letting you leave the bed any time soon.🩷💋

(MKR Wukong) Oop😬 someday you're gonna break him for good. It's one thing to steal from him knowing that you're gonna get away with it, but to challenge him. His face was red in both arousal and fury. Then you go and tease him with your cute little smile, and in What I think is his only shirt tell him if he wants it back. Then he gonna have to come and get it.........He will have his revenge.❤️‍🔥😈

(HIB Wukong) He just got Luier and Silly girl to sleep, and now he's getting ready and can't find his shirt. After some time of looking, he finally decided to ask you, just to find that his said shirt on your person. His brain was admittedly buffering because it covered you like a spring dress. He tried to keep a cool head and ask for his shirt back, but then your ass just had to spread on the bed and tell him to get it himself. He can be upset with you later. Right now.He needs you for something very different.🧡🤭

(Netflix Wukong) Maaaaaan he hasn't blushed this hard in a long time. Seriously, he was staying over at your place for the night,

but with you just sitting on your bed wearing his shirt. Makes him want to move in all together, especially with how adorable and innocent you look. He different tries to calm down and ask for his shirt back, but

Oh you want it??? Come and get it❤️

He just can't handle it😫

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[hibernia-1]

GUYS!

So, I commissioned the amazing @elliottjpg​ to draw, well, me! And she did such a great job, and was so patient with all my special requests and nitpicking and, well.

HERE I AM (because let’s face it, why should only the fucker get to know how I look)!

Thanks again Elliott, you RULE. I love my portrait!!

[oddpairofeyes]

i have finally become a taemin

this is why i only go out twice a year

[skyward-floored]

Febuwhump day 24 - bloody clothes

This was like the first one I wrote and I didn’t realize yesterday’s was going to focus on Cloud, so here we are, Cloud suffering twice in a row. Sorry man. You’ve had a pretty rough time this month XD

Minor blood/injury warning :)

Courage of ages explanation

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Mini watched in silence as Cloud strode resolutely down the hallway in front of him, biting his lip when the older hero’s breath wheezed a little.

They’d barely said anything to each other since they’d been separated from Hibiscus and Sprite in the middle of a fight against some armored knights, Mini only asking whether Cloud had been okay after he’d seen him get hit. Cloud had brushed him off and they had continued through the odd dungeon where they’d ended up, hoping their missing companions were still in the temple somewhere.

They hadn’t said a word to each other since.

Mini could hear Cloud’s breath starting to rasp in his throat though, and his steps had slowed drastically in the past few minutes. He suddenly stumbled, and had to lean against a wall for a second, and Mini couldn’t stand watching him push himself any more.

“Cloud, I think we should stop,” he said quietly, coming up to his elbow.

Cloud swallowed and took a rasping breath, then pushed himself off the wall and kept walking. “No, we need... we need to keep going.”

Mini bit his lip and put a hand on Cloud’s arm.

”Cloud if you keep going like this you might hurt yourself more,” he continued, looking up at him worriedly. “I know you said it wasn’t bad, but...”

Cloud continued to walk, though it was more of a stumble now. “Mini... we’ve got to find Sprite and Hibiscus, or they...”

He stopped suddenly and hissed in pain, clutching at his chest.

Mini felt his stomach drop and darted around in front of Cloud, carefully pulling his hand off his shirt. He stared in dismay at the red starting to soak through Cloud’s tunic, crimson staining the green, and he gently tugged the hand still in his own.

“That looks bad Cloud.”

“N-no, I’ll be okay,”

Mini frowned. “Are you sure?”

Cloud winced, putting the hand not in Mini’s over his chest again. “We don’t have time to stop, we have to find, ngh, Sprite and Hib...”

Mini tugged on his arm. “Cloud, please sit down, it’s okay, they can wait a little longer.”

Cloud swallowed and looked down the hall, worry in every line on his face.

“But what if they can’t? W-what if we’re... we’re too—”

“Well you won’t be any use to them like this!” Mini cried, and couldn’t help the scared note that snuck into it. Cloud obviously needed to rest, why couldn’t he see that?! “I won’t let you push yourself until you drop, I don’t care what your reasoning is! You’re hurt!“

Cloud stared down the hall in silence for another few long moments.

Then he pressed his eyes shut and sighed heavily, squeezing Mini’s hand. His shoulders sank as the fight abruptly drained away from him, and he suddenly looked completely exhausted.

“You’re right Mini,” he whispered, then slid down the wall to land on the floor. “I’m sorry.”

Mini sat down next to him without a word, and gently began unbuckling his sword strap so he could help bandage the slice.

“We’ll find them Cloud, but we gotta wait and fix you up first,” he said, helping him tug his tunic off. He helped him get out of his under shirt and half-busted chainmail as well, then breathed out a short breath at the deep slice sluggishly bleeding across Cloud’s chest. “That doesn’t look even remotely okay,” he said quietly, and Cloud sighed again.

“I didn’t think it was that bad,” he said, voice taut with pain.

Mini didn’t bother arguing, and dug through his bag, sighing at the single measly potion he had left before handing it to Cloud. “Here. Let’s see if this’ll be enough.”

He was pretty sure it wouldn’t be though.

Cloud nodded then gulped down the potion, wincing as it began to work at knitting his skin back together, sealing flesh and fusing muscle back to how it was supposed to be. Mini leaned forwards once it was done, studying the slice. It wasn’t fully healed, but it was more of a shallow cut now, and a bandage or two would probably do it.

He sighed in relief and pulled out the roll, Cloud helping him where he could in bandaging it. They were both silent while he worked, and Cloud didn’t look Mini in the eye, only wincing a little as he was patched up.

“I think we should stay here a while longer and rest,” Mini said when he’d finished, sitting down next to Cloud. “We could both use a break.”

Mini looked up at Cloud, still staring quietly off down the hall. He knew mentioning directly they were stopping solely for Cloud’s sake would never go over with the other hero, but making it seem like they both needed the rest would hopefully convince him.

Cloud nodded.

Mini sighed in relief and settled in next to him, hoping his body heat would ward off the the chill from the stones they sat on.

The hall was silent for several long moments.

“I’m sorry for scaring you Mini,” Cloud suddenly whispered, and the small hero pressed himself tighter against his side. “I just... I hope they’re okay. I was late helping someone once, and she was hurt because of it. I... I can’t let that happen again.”

“It won’t,” Mini reassured gently. “The others are tough. They’ll be okay, I know it. And I know you weren’t trying to scare me. It’s okay.”

Cloud tucked the trailing edge of his sailcloth around him, and Mini leaned his head on his arm.

“...but don’t do it again, okay?”

Cloud nodded with a small smile, and not long after fell asleep, Mini right behind him.