#hopefully they get to rejoin the story...

[chibitorra]

THEY'RE STILL HEREEEEEE!!!

FOR ONE PANEL BUT THEY SHOWED UP AGAIN I'M GONNA CRY!!

(screenshot of a panel for op spoilers under the cut)

[rafeandonlyrafe]

the beginning

words: 1.4k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, pretty fluffy and cute tho, male masturbation, kinda creeping on reader by masturbating to pics of her?, p in v sex, brief male receiving handjob, unprotected sex, a bunch of different scenes with time gaps this isnt one continuous fic if that makes sense?

“your bikini is so cute.” you tell your friend, looking at your own swimsuit in the mirror.

“i have another one in a different color, you wanna borrow it?” julie offers.

“girl, yes!” you squeal as she digs through her closet before tossing the small material to you. you were invited on rafe camerons boat, and while you chose your best swimsuit, you just moved to the outer banks from new york city and don’t have a ton of options.

you put the swimsuit on before standing next to your friend. “we look good.” you nod.

“damn girl, the boys are gonna be all over you.” “hopefully including rafe.” you say, a slight blush coming to your cheeks. it didn’t take you long to learn that rafe was the it boy of the outer banks, the kook prince, and that all the girls wanted him. you didn’t get the hype until you met him at a party and instantly became attracted.

“there’s no way he’s gonna be able to keep his eye of you.” julie encourages you, before glancing at her phone. “we better get going.”

you nod, looking one last time in the mirror before putting your coverup on and following julie out of her room.

--

“hey rafe.” you smile at him, letting him sling his arm around your shoulder. you’ve been flirting a lot, its how you got invited onto his boat along with a few other friends, but you haven’t progressed past just talking.

“hey.” rafe tugs you into him, making you press against his shirtless torso, in just his swim shorts. “wanna come up and drive with me?”

“yeah.” you nod, briefly looking to julie to make sure she was good, but she's already twirling her hair and batting her eyelashes at kelce.

you follow rafe up to the stairs to the second story of the yacht where the captains helm is. you sit next to him on the bench as he steers the boat out of the marina. 

“this is a really nice boat.” you comment. “maybe you should give some advice to my parents on what to buy, my dad is looking but has no clue what is good.” you say without thinking, before cringing at your words, worrying rafe might mistake your small talk as wanting him to meet your parents.

“ah yeah, didn’t have much opportunities to own a yacht in new york, huh?” rafes says as his arms move the wheel, making your attention shift to his muscles.

“nope.” you shake your head. “but i’m glad we moved, i love the city but its really nice to be somewhere… calmer.”

“i’m glad you moved too.” rafe says with a smile, making you blush as you nod at him. you manage to make the small talk not overly awkward as he drives the boat out towards the ocean before finding a place to drop anchor and hang out for a bit.

“wanna swim?” rafe asks as you both head down the stairs, rejoining the group.

“yeah.” you nod, pulling your coverup off over your head. you toss it onto a soft before turning to rafe, who is staring down at your body, blatantly checking you out as he pulls his lower lip between his teeth.

he doesn’t snap out of it until topper claps him on the shoulder. “i got the ladder in for us, man.”

“yeah, yeah thanks.” rafe nods, eyes finally flicking up to meet yours.

“y/n! jump in with me!” julie calls.

“lets go?” you tilt your head, looking to rafe.

“wait before you jump in i want to get a picture of everyone.” rafe shouts out, pulling his phone out of his pocket and handing it to topper. “you'll take it?”

“yeah, sure.” topper says, looking at his friend a little strangely.

you all group together on the front deck, rafe moving so you’re in the center, his arm around your waist as you smile at the camera. you change your pose a couple times as topper continues to snap pictures, including turning towards rafe and placing your hand on his abs, still grinning as you pose.

rafe eyes up topper as he leans and picks you up, topper getting the message to record as you let out a shriek, wrapping your arms around rafes shoulder as he hurdles towards the water before jumping off the back deck, sending a spray of water as you let go of him and swim towards the surface.

you push the hair out of your face before sending a splash in rafes direction, scrunching your brows to show your anger at getting tossed in, but you can’t help the smile that stretches over your cheeks.

--

rafe gives you a tight hug, not caring that your hair is still wet and smelling of salt water. “i had fun today.”

“i did too.” you nod, getting on your tip toes to press your lips to his cheek. 

“what are you doing tomorrow?” rafe questions.

“why, wanna take me on a date?” you ask, biting your lip as your eyes glance between his eyes and his lips.

“and what if i do?” rafe smirks.

“then i’m definitely free.” 

“pick you up at 6:30 then.” rafe says, pulling you against him again before letting you go, watching you get into julies car.

--

“fuck.” rafe groans, hips thrusting forward as he fucks his fist, phone pulled open to the pictures he had topper took. he doesn’t give a shit about anyone else, he cropped everyone out but you, in your tiny lilac bikini.

rafe groans, wanting to squeeze his eyes shut as he squeezes the head of his dick, imagining it was you instead, either your mouth on him or you spread out below him, moaning as he fucks into your cunt.

rafe thinks about texting you, about begging you to come over, but he remembers your date tomorrow, knows what is going to happen after if things go well. he doesn’t want to seem too desperate, but you’re too pretty, too enticing as he swipes to the next photo, the photo of you turned to the side, hand on his bare abdomen.

he looks at the curve of your ass, the way the bikini hugs your hips. rafe strokes faster, imagining his hand making impact with your bum, watching the skin ripple.

“y/n.” rafe groans out your name as he cums, releasing over his stomach as he squeezes himself until he’s satisfied, smiling as he swipes again, this time to the video of him picking you up and running into the water.

--

“this is easily the best first date i’ve ever had.” you say as rafe drives you home. it was surprisingly simple, a picnic on the beach all set up by rafe, and then some live music on the pier.

“mine too.” rafe says, placing a cautious hand on your thigh, relieved when you smile at him.

“you know…” you begin as rafe pulls up to your door. “my parents are back in new york this weekend.”

“really?” rafe hums, bringing the car up the driveway.

“if you’d like to come in for some… tea.” 

“tea, sure.” rafe nods, turning his truck off.

you move quickly inside. while you made up the tea excuse to get him in, you both know what the intentions are as rafe presses you against the wall of the entrance as soon as the door swings shut behind you, his lips meeting yours.

--

“good morning.” you mumble, turning over in rafes arms, both still naked from the night before.

“morning.” rafe says, his voice gruff from just waking. he moves a hand to your hair, brushing it out of your face. “you look beautiful.”

“not too bad yourself.” you smile, pressing your lips against rafes.

the kiss instantly wakes him up as his hand moves to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss as he turns so he’s over top of your body, your hair flared out on the pillow.

you smirk into the kiss when you can feel rafe growing against your stomach. you reach down with one hand, grasping his shoulder to keep him close and kissing you with the other while you stroke his cock, getting it to full hardness quickly.

“when are your parents home?” rafe asks suddenly when he pulls away.

“um-” your brain briefly doesn’t work at the randomness of the question. “monday evening.” “i say-” rafe says, reaching down and grasping his cock, pushing your hand out of the way as he rubs the head of his cock through your pussy. “we spent the entire weekend in bed then.”

you gasp as rafe thrusts into you, filling your cunt in one swoop. “sounds good to me.” you say, before pulling him back into a kiss.

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[chukys-mouthguard]

#2 fluff/angst for quinn hughes pls !! love ur writing !!! 🖤

Prompt: “Your last emergency call was you crying over not having any more sweets at your place, so excuse me for being distrustful.”

Note: Quinn just gives me the vibes of being someone that gets overly annoyed with your “emergency texts” to the point that he ignores you any time you say it’s an emergency figuring you’re being dramatic 😂

Thank you so much! 🫶🏼 I’m so happy to hear you enjoy my writing, hopefully you love this!

“Quintin, fucking, Hughes!” 

You yelled out into your boyfriend’s apartment as you slammed the door. Tossing your bag onto the kitchen counter as you removed your shoes. 

Soon he’d appeared in the doorway of his bedroom, a soft chuckle leaving his lips as he headed down the hall in your direction. 

“Oh you think it’s funny?” 

“Honestly, no, because now my floors are wet. Are you cleaning that up?” 

Quinn crossed his arms across his chest as he looked you up and down. Eyeing your soaking wet frame that was dripping all over the entryway of his apartment. You’d been on your way to Quinn’s place when your car broke down about 5 minutes away. Naturally you called your boyfriend to come and pick you up, but he didn’t answer. 

Figuring he maybe had fallen asleep or was in the shower, and it was only a 10-15 walk, you took your chances. However, you’d instantly regretted that 5 minutes in when it started to downpour. Of course trying to call Quinn again, but no answer. 

“Quinn, my fucking car broke down and you left me to walk in the pouring rain! That’s kind of an emergency situation. Why didn’t you answer? I even texted you! Clearly you were awake, you just ignored me?”

He rolled his eyes as he went to grab a towel for the floor. 

“I saw your text saying it was an emergency, but your last emergency call was you crying over not having any more sweets at your place, so excuse me for being distrustful.”

He tossed the towels onto the floor as he began cleaning up the water that pooled at your feet. A sigh leaving his lips as you were shocked that he actually seemed upset with you. 

“Oh yeah, because a text saying car broken down, pouring rain, can you come get me please, is definitely not an indication that this is more of a fucking emergency then me not having sweets at my place during my period Quinn!” 

He picked up the towels with a laugh as he shook his head, “have you been around you on your period? It’s literally world war three if you run out of sweets.” 

Ignoring Quinn and his disgruntled attitude, you headed to the bathroom to shower. Quinn returning back to his room, rejoining the video games he’d been playing all night with his brothers. 

He listened for the sound of the shower to cease to know you were done. Figuring he should be kind enough to take you some clothes, considering he did ignore you and force you to walk in the pouring rain. 

Softly knocking on the door, Quinn held out a shirt and some shorts for you, flashing an apologetic smile as you thanked him and closed the door. 

Despite your frustrations with Quinn, you couldn’t stay mad at him. It was only rain, thank god it wasn’t snow. Sure he probably could’ve stopped playing video games for the 10 minutes it would’ve taken him to come and get you, but it wasn’t worth you two arguing over or going to be upset. 

Joining him in his bedroom, you wrapped your arms around his neck in a hug. Watching as he finished up his game, before turning things off for the night. 

He relaxed in your arms as he sighed, “I’m sorry…I should’ve picked up. I just, you cry wolf a lot so I figured you were joking around.” 

His hand taking yours as he pulled you into his lap, kissing your forehead as he wrapped his arms around you. Trying to show his sincerity as best as Quinn could. Feeling bad for getting upset with you when he was in the wrong. 

“I get it, I often make up stories or exaggerate. But I mean…did you not hear the storms outside? I obviously didn’t lie about that.” You both laughed as he covered his face in embarrassment. 

“Babe, with these headphones on and Jack and Luke screaming half the time, a murderer could come in here and I’m not hearing shit.” 

You rolled your eyes as you kissed his lips, letting him know you weren’t upset. The situation easily being one to get over. 

“Well, ignore me next time I have an emergency and I might just be that murderer who comes to kill you while you’ve got those things on!” 

“Oh trust me, I’m never ignoring a single text or call from you ever again after tonight!” 

[monstru99]

I loved the last update of cass apocalypse. I had to sit and stew on it for awhile. It was the whole reason I rejoined tumblr after all.

I'm extremely happy with the way @somerandomdudelmao finished it. It was extremely wholesome and very satisfying to see them using the honey from early on. The symbolism of them finally getting peace is exactly what I needed and hopefully others feel the same.

Thank you for a memorable year of art and stories!

[limnsaber]

Mandalorian Slash Fic Rec List - DinLuke Volume I: Big, Medium, Heartfelt and Solemn

Hello!! Welcome to the first volume of Mando Slash Fic Rec- Dinluke! This is a collection of Dinluke fics that have a notable wordcount and fics that have a more heartfelt/solemn tone, sorted under headings that make the most sense to me personally. For reference, 🔐 means a restricted work and 💜 means an personal favorite. Check out Mando Gen lists I, II, and III. Please enjoy and give love to our cherished fic authors who we owe so much to!! -Yours, Limn <3

Big and Long and Impressive

💜 The Wanderer and the Seer by @kevystel (Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Ensemble Cast, Mandalorian Politics, Original Mandalorian Characters, Mandalorian Culture, Diaspora, Teen, one of my favorites!!, 98k)

Din Djarin is temporarily relieved of a single dad's responsibilities, only to be saddled with the much greater responsibilities of Mand'alor. Temporarily. Hopefully. This is not the story of a great man becoming king; it's the story of some dude finding his place in the galaxy, freedom, and personal happiness through having some goddamn decency and good manners. Also the power of love, or whatever.

finding the lost and losing the found (series) by deniigiq (Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Ensemble Cast, Mandalorian Politics, Romance, Family Dynamics, Political Alliances, Teen, 35k)

“So you’re not stealing my ship?” Mando said. “What do I want with your ship?” Luke demanded. “I don’t know. I don’t usually ask,” Mando said. (Luke tries to help his student stay focused on his studies by helping his student's father. It's harder than it looks.)

A Near-Mythological Event by SybilStarnes (Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Ensemble Cast, Force Sensitive Din Djarin, Mand'alor Din Djarin, Living Waters of Mandalore, The Mandalorian Darksaber, Explicit, 116k)

Desperate to rejoin The Tribe, Din Djarin (with Grogu) travels to Mandalore to seek the Living Waters. Once they're in the caverns below the destroyed mine, a cave-in cuts off their exit. Grogu calls for help, and the legendary Luke Skywalker responds.  Cleansed by the Living Waters, Din returns to his Tribe to reswear to the Creed. He discovers it has new members, attracted to a Child of the Watch bearing the Darksaber. Meanwhile, Luke has offered to help Din learn to use the weapon. The Mandalorian finds himself on a new path, one that draws him deeper into Mandalorian politics and closer to the Jedi.  With the help of several guest stars, including one fat and sassy Force ghost, Din struggles to free Mandalore from Imperial dominance.

All the pretty places that feel like home (series) by SunshineAndaLittleFlour (Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Ensemble Cast, two dangerous warriors coparenting a tiny frog, Explicit, 73k)

“Would you be more comfortable if I called you something else?” Luke asked, and it should have been teasing, but it was genuine, the soft freedom to be who he wanted in this place. And that careful gift, that offer of being who he wanted, uncontrolled and unfettered, filled Din with a lot of hope and a little bit of terror. Who was he without the creed? His people? Who was Din Djarin, standing in the halls of someone who had once been his people’s greatest enemy? Din shook his head, hearing his own breathing echo inside his helmet. “No. You can,” he faltered briefly, then took a deep breath. “You can call me by my name.”

buy a big house where we could both live by @villanellve (Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Ensemble Cast, Post-Canon Fix-It, Slow Burn, Mature, 73k)

Din trails behind them and reminds himself this is temporary. He’ll make sure they get to the temple safe, and once he’s sure that Luke agrees to continue training Grogu, he’ll leave them. Grogu reaches up with his hand to tug at the edge of Luke’s shirt, and Din’s fingers flex at his sides. This is the way, he tells himself.

🔐 Get Back Homeward by berryfunkedup (Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Grogu, POV Alternating, Jedi Tradtion & Culture, Clones, Getting Together, Teen, 42k)

Luke is at a stalemate with the New Republic in the aftermath of everything he lost in the war and his inheritance of the Jedi’s legacy. Din seeks his tribe and takes bounties, living according to the Way. And Grogu and the Jedi are not part of the Way. But he is definitely not the new Mand’alor, no matter what Mandalorian tradition about the Darksaber says. After Moff Gideon is assassinated while held in New Republic custody, Din and Luke must work together to clear the Mandalorians from blame and uncover the real culprit. Along the way they encounter terrible politicians, fights over naps, old secrets, and just maybe, find their way forward.

Medium and Impressive

parry, parry, strike by @alchemyalice (Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Leia Organa, Post-Season 2, Teen, 18k)

“Oh? What are you, their king?” the Senator says sarcastically, and then freezes at the same time Din does. “...No,” Din says. He does not sound convincing.

I have made this place around you by HeadOn_HelmetOff (Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Dialogue Heavy, Early Relationship, Introspection, Teen, 25k)

“Do you know who you are, Din Djarin?” Survivor of Aq Vetina. Mandalorian. Bounty hunter. Apostate. Father. Mand’alor. “...No,” he uttered. Luke nodded sagely. “Then that’s what we’ll focus on first.”

💜 A different kind of blood by HeadOn_HelmetOff (Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Grogu, The Armorer, Paz Vizsla, Good Parent Din Djarin, Good Teacher Luke Skywalker, Pre-Relationship, Mandalorian Culture, Jedi Culture & Tradition, The Mandalorian Darksaber, Teen, 25k)

A slight twist on events in Ch. 5 of The Book of Boba Fett: when Grogu is afflicted with visions of his father injured on Glavis, he and Luke make a decision that will greatly influence Din Djarin's journey toward redemption and reconciliation with the survivors of his covert.

where the spirit meets the bone by @ebonybow (Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Developing Relationship, Intimacy, Canon Divergence, Explicit, 28k)

He dreams of his head feeling too-heavy on his shoulders, his helmet filling slowly with water. - Din navigates new feelings regarding his creed, himself, and a certain Jedi.

pluck a heartstring, duck for cover by owlerie (Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Canon Divergence, Mand'alor Din Djarin, POV Alternating, Touch-Starved Din Djarin, Slow Burn, Sparring as Flirting, Mature, 28k)

“He's a bit of a sex icon, your Mandalorian," says Leia over breakfast the next morning, nose buried in a sea of taxation reports. Luke promptly inhales caf three inches up his airway and doubles over hacking gracelessly. “I— wait— he's not my Mandalorian," he chokes out, to which Leia raises a single dubious, well-groomed eyebrow.

Heartfelt and Solemn

crystals in the current by @willowcrowned (Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Romance, Family, Luke Skywalker's Jedi Temple, The Force, Teen, 22k)

Luke gets the message from the child in the early evening. It’s spring on Yavin, and the wind smells like the glowing purple blossoms that cluster in the corners of old rooms and spring up through the pavement. The air is heavy with twilight, the orange-violet of the sky creeping its way down, filtering through the new-leafed boughs and down to where he’s sitting under a tree. or Luke takes Grogu, but the sundering on the lightcruiser isn't an ending; it's a beginning.

Timshel by skywalkers (Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Force Visions, Hurt/Comfort, Order 66 (Star Wars), Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, Teen, 5k)

“I think there’s something I can do to help him. A technique I could try.” Luke says. “I could use your help.” “What do you need?” Din says. Anything, he thinks. Anything. “I think he would be more open to the process if you do it as well.” Luke’s eyes, keen and ever-blue, that have the impossible ability to find Din’s own behind his mask every time, meet his own. He looks unsure. It’s not something Din ever thought he’d ascribe to Luke Skywalker. “But the process can be...intense. I understand if you don’t want to do it.” Din flips it over in his mind for a moment, considering. He’s not exactly sure what Luke is asking of him. But what kind of an example would he be if he asked Grogu to do something he refused to? And, looking at Luke, how could Din refuse him anything? Not that he could ever say that. Din nods. “‘Course. Show him there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

resonance by pixie_rings (Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Kyber Crystals, Planet Ilum, Gen, 10k)

Rebuilding a dying Order is never easy. While exploring the ruined planet Ilum, Grogu gets a calling, and Din and Luke reflect on their son growing up - with and without them.

the unbearable loneliness of distant stars by Liathejedi (Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Falling in Love, Teen, 10k)

Din wonders when the Jedi became Skywalker, and when Skywalker became Luke, or when the lines between stranger and friend had blurred and left him standing in an unfamiliar ship, folding bare hands around a man he barely knew and feeling like his breath had been lost to the stars. A Jedi and a Mandalorian face down the ashes of the Empire and learn what it means to rebuild a broken people.

Mand'alor, The by scheidswrites (Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Angst with a Happy Ending, Character Study, Grogu, Bo-Katan Kryze, Gen, 3.5k)

They called him Mand’alor the Reclaimer, Mand’alor the Unifier. Some have started to call him Mand’alor the Vanished. The rumors run rampant that he is dead.

[dingodad]

so i was loosely correct about the two nepeta problem being used as an analogy for the two vriska problem. there even seems to be direct implication that sprites "go somewhere" when they realise they're no longer relevant, so it seems we are in fact heading in a direction where one of the two vriskas is gonna have to disappear forever.

the course-correction in tone over these last two chapters no longer gives me any reason to anticipate a dramatic bait-and-switch where our vriska is the one who gets sacrificed, but i guess there's still some potential drama to be milked from vriska having to "pocket" lil (vriska) forever in order to escape purgatory. or else we're heading in a more straightforward Ultimate Vriska direction, and one vriska disappearing means the two vriskas finally rejoin? which could still be a pretty dramatic sacrifice i guess.

this is all assuming there's still more of the story to tell. page 666 has already skipped over a lot, so it's entirely plausible this is where the page ends, but i have some inklings that there's a little bit more to come. the briefness of both chapter X and chapter 6 leads me to believe we're being fucked with a little bit by monthly updates being split into bimonthlies (as has happened before); chapter X ends with a "haha wouldn't it be funny if vriska was in here for another 4 years" setup which chapter 6 fails to follow through on, so it would make sense for those to have been conceived as part of one longer chapter, after which vriska spends a further 4 years figuring out how to make amends with (vriska).

since chapter 6 ends in a complete restart of the loop, maybe vriska has to redo a couple of chapters a different way to earn the true ending? this would be a good payoff for the time loop gimmick that hasn't really reared its head since the first chapter, and it's kind of the only way the chapter 4 -> X -> 6 numbering scheme makes any sense: vriska is still yet to unlock the "real" chapter 5 (which is hopefully one where davepeta actually pulls their weight). if page 666 has actually been working its way up to something, then one last slightly longer update that revisits each of / some of the previous chapters in a new light makes sense as a finale, especially given the symbolic ramifications of the 8-ball.

but again, that's all assuming this isn't just the end of it. vriska finally confronting The Parenthetical Vriska feels like a culmination of an idea that's been germinating since page 666 begun - maybe vriska needs to learn to be okay with not being involved in the story for a little bit? and the thing is that by now i am very much starting to sympathise with the people who feel like page 666 has gone on forever. spending some time away from the plot point while vriska deals with the rest of her shit off-screen would be a truly welcome change. i think i'd just be able to handle it if we got one more update that made all the issues with this update suddenly make sense, but i just am not prepared for another month+ of this damn flash i'm sorry

[detectivestucks]

A Jealous Hokage VIII

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Summary: Your work week continues to be a struggle as Obito becomes too busy to keep you company. Kakashi stops keeping his distance, infuriating you.

Warnings: NSFW, Hate Sex, Unprotected Penetration, Slut Shaming

Word Count: 4.5k

Part 7

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You watched Obito leave your office and with him he took all sense of comfort. You knew he was busy today so you’d be on your own with Shiho. The shame you felt, seeing your budding career fall to the ground and get stomped on was all consuming. You had a hard time motivating yourself to work on your project. Usually you were just driven. You didn’t have to think about working hard; it was second nature. 

Today was a different story. You thought about quitting. Rejoining the field but you need to finish this project first. The village and the Anbu were counting on the intelligence your team was providing. 

It was a little harder than usual to collect everyone’s assignments.  Some of the intelligence officers opted to not complete their parts of the project, trying to leave you to finish their work. 

“Surely the Hokage won’t mind if you let this one slip.”

You quickly retort that “It’s not about what the Hokage wants from us, it’s about what the village and our fellow shinobi need from us.” 

Some of them felt bad and took back their incomplete tasks, others just laughed in your face knowing you’d be up all night doing their work for them. You scowl at them and storm away.

I’ll be sure Obito pays these three a visit.

It still hurt though. Last week every member of your team would have done a backflip had you commanded them to. Now you were lucky to exit the room without someone making more moaning sounds.

As much as you wanted to hide out in your office again today, Obito wasn’t around to bring you lunch. He had given up enough of his time helping you. You would have to go to the lunch room and get it yourself. You asked Shiho to come with, but she had a meeting to go to. 

“Sorry, Y/N. Want to wait till I come back?”

“I can’t, I have a meeting of my own when you’re done.”

You had to suck it up. It’s not like you could hide forever. Maybe it will go better than it did on Monday. They got all their jokes out and Obito left a trail of bruises behind to discourage them from making more...hopefully. 

Shiho gives you a worried look before you leave the office. Upon entering the lunchroom you take a deep breath and without making eye contact with anyone, you step in the long line to wait to order your food.

You stand there looking at the ground. Determined not to lift your face and open yourself up to conversation when a man strides up to you and begins to play with your hair. 

“Ahh the Hokage’s golden girl graces us with her presence. Where’s your guard dog? Hmm? Did you give him the day off?” 

You glare at him while wishing your ninjutsu was invisibility. Some of the nearby conversations cease to eavesdrop on you and your uninvited comrade. From across the room Kakashi stopped his own conversation, looking around to see why the room’s volume dialed back. When he saw you standing with Aoto, he looked over intensely.

“It makes me wonder, what could be so remarkable about that pussy of yours that you can keep the entirety of Team Minato under your thumb?” 

You feel the heat rise in your face. You were both furious and extraordinarily embarrassed. You wanted to knock his teeth out of that smug mouth and after, turn into a puddle and wash down the floor drain beneath your feet.  

“Mind if I take a turn and find out?” he says, reaching for your cheek.

Kakashi moved so fast you blinked and suddenly he was behind Aoto. 

“Touch her again. I dare you.” he hisses, tightly gripping the wrist of the hand that was about to brush your cheek.

“My-my, if it isn’t our fearless leader here to claim his prize.” 

Kakashi twists Aoto’s wrist behind his back, causing his face to crinkle in pain. 

“Kashi, people are staring!” You whisper urgently.

“Yeah, listen to her Kashi” he says, mocking your pet name for him through gritted teeth.

Feeling guilty for further embarrassing you he lets go. 

“See you later” Aoto whispers to you with a wink, strutting away with his friends.

Kakashi inspects your face, “Angel are you okay?” 

“Kashi, he only touched my hair.” you say as he feels your cheeks and neck which are flush with embarrassment. 

You were painfully aware of how many eyes were on the two of you. Kakashi didn’t care. To him the room was empty. He hugged you right there in the middle of the cafeteria for everyone to see. You buried your face in his chest not wanting to see a single eye as they gawked at your relationship. He kissed the top of your head before letting go. Instead of returning to the conversation he abandoned, he slid his hand around your waist and finished waiting in line for your food with you. 

Upon receiving your meal Kakashi turns to escort you to your office when a former classmate of yours, and fellow intelligence officer, came running up to him.

“Lord Sixth!”

“Yes, Jozie, What is it?” he says, keeping a firm grip around your waist.

“I hear you’re looking for new candidates to fill the position for Head of the Intelligence Department.” she says with a snide look in your direction. 

You look at the ground, no longer feeling hungry. Kakashi’s face became stern.

“I hope you didn’t come to tell me you wanted to throw your hat in the ring.”

You were shocked at his reply. Kakashi was always so polite, even when addressing enemy shinobi. Your mouth fell open along with Jozie’s as both of you stared up at him.

“Our most recent candidate knew 27 languages, completed 16 S rank projects, 117 A rank projects and has been requested by name to assist on intel matters in both the Hidden Sand and Hidden Cloud. Last I read your file, you knew 6 languages and exclusively worked on B and C rank intel projects. It would be a severe step down if we were to take your application seriously.” 

His response had you gobsmacked. You never knew Kakashi to be so cruel with his words. You’d be lying if you said your nipples didn’t stiffen hearing him come to your defense. He was so cool and collected while viciously tearing into Jozie for her disrespect. 

Steering you by your waist, Kakashi walked you out of the lunch room and down the hallways to your office. Your body obediently following his lead as your mind reeled from what you just witnessed.

“I’m done keeping my distance Y/N. I’m not going to sit by and watch them disrespect you. I know it’s the last thing you want and I’m sorry but I can’t do it anymore.”

 Kakashi wasn’t sure where your relationship stood but it was irrelevant. He loved you and you could hear the sadness in his voice as he spoke. 

“I made this mess and I’m going to fix it. I don’t know how, but I will.”

When you reached your office he stopped at the door. You walked in and put down your food. He began to walk away when he heard you whisper, “Kashi?”

He turned around to see you in your office doorway. You looked sheepish, not sure how you felt about your relationship but certain you didn’t want him to leave. 

He rushed over to you and hugged you like his life depended on it. 

You could feel him pour all of his regret into the embrace. You could feel how he loved you. If you weren’t cried out from the past few days, you were sure you’d have wept a few tears but the most you could do was softly hug him back.

“Thank you for the soup.” you say in the most musical whisper Kakashi ever heard. “...and the flowers.”

He hugged you even harder. Willing himself to speak, to apologize, but he lost his voice. He didn’t know how to say to you how much he regretted what he did. He didn’t know what words to say or how to form them with his mouth. All he could do is keep hugging you till you let go.

You separate and look up into his eyes. It killed him to see how broken you were and similarly it hurt you to be reminded of how much he loves you. His face said everything his mouth didn’t. You wanted to forgive him. You wanted to make it work but the most you could do was give him a small hug and a squeeze of his hand before heading back into your office.

Sitting at your desk, you could barely put two thoughts together before your mind wandered back to Kakashi and the way he came to your aid in the lunchroom. You found yourself drooling at the memory of how he told off Jozie and how swiftly he appeared behind Aoto. The thoughts were distracting. Generating an ache between your thighs. You quickly realized you weren’t going to get any work done in this state. You had a big project to focus on. There was no time for these mental roadblocks. 

Screw it. It’s not like I didn’t already lose the promotion. 

You slam your fists down on your desk and head for Kakashi’s office. You had an itch he needed to scratch. Similar to an earworm you need to get out of your head by listening to the entire song. 

Standing in front of his office door you begin to breathe heavily through your nostrils bringing yourself to knock before you enter. You stride in, eyes scanning the room to make sure you were alone before locking the door behind you. Kakashi’s eyes widen, shock causing his body to go lame. You stride up to him and tear down his mask. 

“You.” You say with a disgusted look as you straddle him in his chair.

“You have some nerve. Bringing all this scrutiny down on me and then playing hero when you see everyone respond the way I warned you they would.”

Kakashi’s mouth fell agape. Deeply confused by your attitude whilst straddling him. You start to push yourself against him.

“Coming to save me from your own doing.” you snarl into his ear as you begin grinding on his thigh. 

“Holding me in public.” you nip at his ear lobe.

“Kissing the top of my head like I’m something precious to you.” you kiss his jaw.

“Telling off Jozie” You paw at his chest. Rutting against his leg viciously, needing friction.

“Disrespecting my need for space.” Your hands rake through his silver hair as you finally lunge for his mouth. It was at this moment that Kakashi’s paralysis finally wore off. 

His hands lept into action, ridding you of your shirt and bra while you tore off his uniform. 

He kissed down your neck and shoulders while unfastening your pants, stripping you naked in his office, in the middle of the work day. He laid you down on top of his desk kissing you with every ounce of passion he had. His back hunching over to meet you where you laid.

Your heart threatened to burst out of your chest. You were so mad at him but you craved him, ravenous for the way he mishandles you. Your legs needily wrap around his waist. His unclothed erection pushing onto your already wet folds. You feel him shudder at the impact. It satisfied you to know how desperate he felt for you. How badly he missed you. How excited he was to touch you again. 

He didn’t care if you hated him in this moment. He’d make you forget why you were mad. He’d make you remember how much you need him between your legs. How, even now, your body craves him. He’d make you remember. 

He had to. 

You arch your back off the desk, pushing your breasts up against his chest while your fingers grip at his back pulling him down. You didn’t care that you were at work. You didn’t care if anyone heard you. You didn’t care anymore. You need him to rid you of this awful ache between your legs. And you need him to do it now.

Locking your lips on his, you push your tongue into his mouth, not asking permission. He gladly lets you in, opening wider to give you all the access you crave. You moan as your tongues entwine while rutting against his exposed length. He involuntarily groans as he collapses on top of you. Everything he needs is right here beneath him. It’s you. Just you. He needs you.

You continue rubbing yourself against him till he finally angles himself so that he slips in. Your lips break free of his as you gasp at the intrusion. It was exactly what you had been craving. Nothing felt better than when he stretched you in the way only he knows how. 

“Ah, fuck!” you cry out as he begins stroking. One hand grabbing behind his neck, the other running through his hair. You begin to berate him.

“Selfish prick. You had to make sure the entire shinobi world knew I belonged to you, huh?” You feel how his swollen head deliciously pulls at your walls with each retreat. “I bet you loved seeing the looks on everyone’s faces.”

“I did,” he sneers. “Every last one of them was envious of what is mine.” Punctuating the last word with a particularly harsh thrust, you groan from his hips meeting yours.

“Taking away 5 years of my hard work just for your own fuckin greed.” you hiss at him before he bottoms out, “Ah!”

“Can you blame me?” he grunts, continuing to thrust into you at an unrelenting pace. “Looking like a damned dream in that black dress. Teasing me and everyone else with your cleavage out. Taunting me with that sexy slit. Whimpering from the vibrator. Wearing my cap! Marking up my back! I still have the scratches there to remind me of your sweet cunt!” 

He loses himself as he remembers the evening. His thrusts become violent as he recalls his favorite memory of you. Stifling your moans in the coat closet, strappy black heels by his face, rug burn on your back, the dress pulled down and bunched around your waist. He can picture it now.

“I can leave more scratches if you like it so damn much” you snarl as you dig your claws into him, causing him pain. But he didn’t care. He deserved the pain. He fed into it, needing to be punished by you. He felt desperate as he began stroking harder. Yearning to please you. He pulled his face back, seeing the fire in your lust-filled eyes. 

It was maddening to not touch you the way he wanted to these past few days. He hungered for you. He craved your touch and attention. Icing him out was the worst punishment you could have given him. 

He grunts with every snap of his hips, not realizing his own volume. His inner wolf bubbling to the surface. You loved when he caved to his animalistic traits. You fist his hair as you throw your head back. Eyes screwed shut from pleasure. A chorus escaping your mouth as his hips roll into yours. 

Sweat begins to bead up and roll down his gorgeous chest, collecting droplets as it rolls down to where your bodies join. The warmth of your insides doing heavenly things to him. He could feel his mind short circuit as he repeatedly buried himself inside of you. 

The two of you grew loud, so caught up in your lustful passions that you both completely forgot where you were. Obito was headed to Kakashi’s office for an update. As he turned down the hall he heard the unmistakable sounds of your lovemaking. His heart shattered at the sound. How could you make up with Kakashi the day after he cost you your career? He lost to Kakashi again. He wanted to be the one making you sing. The one bringing you pleasure. He stormed out of headquarters, feeling oxygen deprived and in desperate need of air. 

Too lost in Kakashi’s arms to care about how needy you seemed, you whine and paw at his chest. He began to growl, his dark eyes taking on a dangerous glint. As much as he wanted to keep looking upon your face he wanted to be deeper. He lifted you off the desk, holding one of your legs hostage in his arms while the other foot found the floor. He slid deeper into you, pushing against your diaphragm, knocking the wind out of you. Definitely reaching that itch you so desperately needed him to scratch. 

Your loud moans, broken up by his thrusts, fill his ears with music. His arms hold your torso against his, pinning you against his chest alongside your leg. Thanking the gods for your flexibility as your sweaty bodies push together. You begin biting down on his collarbone. Panting into his skin. About to spiral into an orgasm. His animalistic grunts became more frequent, resonating from his chest with each stroke.

“That’s it baby, fuck this pussy. Fuck me like the bad boy you’ve been.” 

Lost in passion, he can only grunt in response. Your juices soaking his base and balls, dripping down your legs.

He spins you around and pushes your chest down on the desk, taking you from behind. He rams into you so hard you feel the bruises form on the front of your thighs. He grabs you at the shoulders, making sure he bottoms out in you with every intrusion. Already on the precipice, this new angle had you toppling over the edge. Eyes rolling back, spasming under his grip, he was too far gone to notice how you came undone. 

Chasing his own high inside your walls. He was so close. He lifted your leg onto the desk. You screamed at how deep and how rough he bullied into you. Your mind turned to mush as all the blood left your brain and pooled in your cunny. The athletic stamina of his continuous pounding turned you to a babbling mess. Your anger subsides for a moment as the waves of pleasure wash over you again. Shaking and milking him. He exploded inside of you. The sounds of his orgasm filling the room. 

As soon as he was done emptying himself inside of you, he collected you in his arms, pulling you into his lap as he sat down on his desk chair. You nakedly curled up in a ball, feeling chilled from the sweat rolling down your arms and back. You used his body heat to keep you warm as you nestled your head under his chin. 

He squeezes you tight, inhaling your scent. Memorizing it so he can dream about you tonight. He felt his seed leak out of you and onto his thigh. A satisfied shiver ran down his spine. 

The two of you sat there for nearly twenty minutes. Just existing in each other's arms.  You sat there for so long that the sweat on your skin dried and turned into a salty residue. 

Realizing you have a meeting to get to soon, you take a deep breath and crawl out of his lap. He rummages through his desk and hands you a tissue to clean between your legs before you redress alongside him. 

“I’m still mad at you.” you say to the floor

“I know.”

“Just so we’re clear.”

He swallowed before replying, “crystal”

You quickly redo your ponytail, smoothing the sides as you tighten the elastic. You smooth out your top and wipe the corners of your eyes to make sure there was no runny mascara. 

Kakashi approaches you, hand pushing against the small of your back, pulling you into him, thumb brushing your lip, eyes boring into you. You feel your heart skip a beat.

“Stop that.”

His brows furrowed with a questioning look.

“Reminding me how much you love me. It just makes all this hurt more.”

You turn your face away from him, pushing your hands against his chest as you pull away. You slip on your shoes and stride over to the door, unlocking the knob. 

You pause before you open the door. Tempted to say something but you couldn’t bring the words to your lips. Instead you let out a deep breath and leave his office in silence. 

You reach your office and quickly gulp down your food. You snatch up your notebook before rushing off to your meeting as Shiho returns from hers. 

With shocking clarity, you hustle through your meeting. Finding your drive and your confidence once more. You commanded the room. Anyone who tried to snicker at you found themselves caught under a deadly glare. 

“Do you have something to share?” you would snap at them.

You would have never been ballsy enough to ask that question mere hours ago. With only two days left till your project was due, you finally felt back on track. 

However in the back of your mind, you were still wondering what you were going to do after the project was over. No longer seeing room for growth in intelligence, your mind wandered back to your idea of rejoining the field. Get out of the stuffy office, away from all the scrutinizing eyes of your comrades and away from Kakashi. You decide to talk it through with your cousin Ino at the end of the day. 

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“I don’t know, Y/N. Are you sure? You love what you do and you’re really good at it!”

“I used to love what I do.” You say ashamed, looking at the floor. “Now I can’t even get through a briefing without someone mentioning I’ve fucked the Hokage.”

Seeing the sadness in your face, your little cousin Ino reluctantly mulled it over. She would have never thought she’d see the day where you’d quit anything. You were the most driven and stubborn person she knew. You were always finding an answer to any problem, no matter how hard it was. You were the queen of solving puzzles and riddles and nothing could ever stand in your way. Yet here you stood before her, walking away from it all. 

“Okay, fine.” 

“Yes! Thank you! And can you please talk to Choji and Shikamaru too? I’d really like to hit the ground running.”

She looks at you with a skeptical raised brow.

“Please?”

“Fine.”

“You’re the best!” you praise with a hug.

Ino was glad to see a smile on your face for the first time this week.

She had noticed how melancholy you’d been since news of your relationship swept the nation. She heard from Shikamaru and Temari about the fight that broke out between Obito and Kakashi. It seemed like your heart had already been torn between the boys and the added stress of your public humiliation and the loss of your promotion was more than you could handle. She had never seen you on the brink of tears ever, yet she saw you cry every day this week. 

She also felt bad for Kakashi-Sensei. He had been alone for so long. She was happy that he was finally in love. The world should’ve been thrilled for him. He deserved a happy ending. Why would anyone want to get in the way of that? If anything, they should’ve respected you more for being chosen by him. 

Of course there were several shinobi who felt like her. Who couldn’t stand how their comrades were treating you. They see how tired Kakashi is; it is obvious he isn’t sleeping. How on edge he’s been these past few days. He was clearly struggling with how the world had reacted to their knowledge of your relationship. It wasn’t fair to him. Not after everything this cruel life has thrown in his path.

Not to mention how many girls Ino had overheard talking shit about you. Saying you weren’t even that pretty. How you were obviously a slut. How you were clearly using Kakashi to advance your career cause ‘all you cared about was work.’ Those jealous hags couldn’t even speak two languages yet you knew 27. 

Ino and some of the others kept finding themselves in fist fights defending you. She wondered if you knew what your friends were going through to defend you. She wondered if that was part of why you wanted to leave. 

She would be right.

“I finish my project on Friday. Can we begin Friday night?”

“Actually I’m in the flower shop Friday night. How about we get together on Saturday?”

“Saturday sounds perfect.”

You walk away back towards your office. If you were going to rejoin the field you were going to do it right. Just like the rest of your work, you had to be superb. It’s not that you were unskilled, but you were sure you were unfit for battle. These days you could only perform sensory ninjutsu in a quiet space. You’d be useless if you needed to use your abilities under duress. You’d essentially become a domesticated house pet with the amount of time you’d spent in an office over the last couple years.

You also needed to find Obito. Thinking back to that horrifying fight between him and Kakashi, you know his taijutsu skills are incredible. But where is he? 

Feeling better than you had since Saturday, you didn’t need him to take you home but you found yourself missing his company.

“Shiho, have you seen Obito today?”

“Not since this morning.”

You felt a bit disappointed. 

I guess it’s fine. He’ll swing by eventually. Maybe I should stay late tonight anyways. Make up for yesterday’s missed hours.

And that’s exactly what you do. You stay all night. Shiho joined you, wanting to help with the project. She stayed till 8:00pm before she left to spend the night at home with her husband. You however, worked till nearly 2:00am. A couple times Kakashi passed your door, spying on you while you did what you do best. He leaned against the doorway reminiscing about the beginning of your relationship. The late night walks, the secret lunches, the first time you tore down his mask and kissed him. His chest constricted as he thought about it all. He tore himself away and headed home, feeling his waterline tear up.

Still you remained in your office. Working away. Eventually drowsiness washed over you. You went to the back of your office where you kept a sleeping pad. After rolling it out, you grabbed the blanket you kept on hand for these very occasions. You’d continue your work once you woke. For now you just needed a little shut eye. After days of agony you finally felt clarity. The only thought plaguing your mind now was where did Obito go?

Part 9 Masterlist

[kindlingkeen]

Hello again!!! :D I read ‘For those who can’t’ from your post replying a rec, and it was awesome! I was wondering if you had any fic recommendations yourself? 👀

In exchange I offer these recs (although I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve already read them!)

- Who I am. Who I'll Never Be. By Zootopon

- Children Will Listen by ParkerAvenue

Welcome back!! You can give your ‘Keen Converses’ punch card another stamp—collect 10 and you get a free AW-related fic ask! 😉

Thank you so much for the fic recs! At first glance at the titles, I think I may have read Who I am. Who I'll Never Be. A scene with an injured Jason in the Batmobile reciting prose to trigger a bomb on a bridge is coming to mind?? Children Will Listen isn’t ringing any bells. I will check them both out!

I posted this list of fic recs in response to an ask a couple week ago—they’re all gen and Jason-centric, with varying depictions of Jason and Batfam dynamics and an array of tropes. So check that out, if you haven’t already.

And here’s a second round of fics recs! All gen and mostly Jason-centric. Again I went for a variety of tropes, tones, and takes on Jay. Hopefully you find something that you like!

The Time Before by Cdelphiki @cdelphiki. Red Hood time travels into the past and merges with 9-10 year old baby!Jay’s body.

Make a Little Birdhouse in Your Soul series by bacondoughnut. Starts out as an UtRH AU and follows assassin!Jason’s road to rejoining the family. This version of Jason is so complex and richly characterized. The series includes two long-fics and a one-shot.

robin's roast by envysparkler @envysparkler. It’s a coffee shop AU that somehow works, but the real star of this story is Steph.

Ricochet (Or, The Side Effects of Being a Bibliophile) by waterunderthebridge. Red Hood Jason struggles to reintegrate with the Batfam, lots of really well written family dynamics (this author does not pull punches on either the hurt or the comfort), plus a good case fic mystery.

Batfam prompts by punkrockhades @punkrockhades. A collection of one shots, all of these are glorious in different ways, and some are truly hilarious.

[manofbeskar]

What do you think would happen if Mihawk joined the Red Hair pirates or became an ally for them.

tbh this is already one of my theories (hopes?) for the future, that mihawk will eventually ally himself with shanks. like totally ignoring the mishanks aspect of this, i just keep thinking about how hard that would go, the two longtime former rivals suddenly allying themselves would spell such big trouble for the straw hats since shanks is also looking for the one piece… (besides, them teaming up against the straw hats already happened in one of the games which is not reliable obviously but i like that the possibility exists)

if he joined them, i think easily their bounties are jumping up high. marine hunter + emperor can’t be good together, especially while pursuing the one piece. shanks could easily make roger numbers, mihawk could break 4 billion. similar to how the whole world knew about their rivalry, news of their alliance would spread quickly. i imagine to join (or rejoin, if you believe that mihawk used to be on the crew anyway) the red hair pirates, mihawk would leave the cross guild. maybe he ultimately thinks helping shanks find the OP assures him more of the success of its supposed effect of destroying the world government. i can imagine their alliance becoming big news, and mihawk and the red hair pirates suddenly going radio silent as they start getting into their plans. i don’t see a version of their alliance where the world government doesn’t become desperate to catch them, given individually they are already capable of so much damage and together it’ll be doubled or even tripled against them.

them teaming up this late in the story would be such a crazy move like. it’d shake the world just as their duels did. cannot stress enough how much i pray for this to happen. who knows how it’ll really pan out if it does, but that’s what i think may happen. the alliance is a big thing, and then they go quiet for a while because shanks and mihawk are not interested in openly engaging in conflict with others, only seeking their goals. you’d think no news from them is a good thing, because individually it means they’re not up to anything, but their silence while together would be a big cause for panic for the world gov (similar to benn warning shanks that the world gov will freak out if he goes to meet with whitebeard in the skypiea arc).

i don’t think shanks and luffy want to fight each other, but both going after the one piece does make them competitors for the same position anyway. they’ll be put in each other’s path, and having mihawk in the rhp is the perfect opportunity to have a mihawk vs zoro duel. taking inspiration from the game, mihawk and shanks could get a leg up on them but choose to leave the battle, inspiring the straw hats to power up now that they know they have to be able to take on both mihawk and shanks at the same time.

sorry i went on so long lmao, i happened to be thinking about this last night (specifically was thinking about a theory that mihawk’s final goal - other than finding a successor for his title - is to help shanks be pirate king, as a mirror to zoro… i’ll expand on that if someone asks lol i won’t post it in this ask)

anyway hopefully that’s kinda what you asked i’m sorry i rambled

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

I wanna know more about your hypothetical fire emblem game.

>:3

Magic triangle is back but now the magic types are more varied than ever! Hopefully that will allow mages to feel much less samey across classes.

Dark Magic is the only magic type with siege tomes and some expensive tomes can also be used to summon additional units to help on the battlefield.

Light Tomes have a variety of defensive effects such as preventing criticals, having high avoid or increasing defence based on the user's magic.

Anima is the same as usual and focuses on dealing damage in a variety of ways.

The Lord's dad dies. so does their older brother. in the same chapter. and their mum died before the game began. rip girl. so anyway they swear vengeance on the assassins but after a few chapters realises that they should focus on their kingdom and slowly learn about the group that assassinated their family while trying to maintain order in the kingdom.

Romance options are the same regardless of gender. one of which can lead to tragic doomed toxic yuri </3 a few pairs of characters can also romance each other which leads to the funniest C support i have ever written. (not really a high bar tbh ive only written 2)

Multiple routes! In one you can side with the enemy!

Enemy bosses have cool bird themed names. You and one other character can also get cool bird names if you join the enemy :D

Klara is from here! Shes an early dark mage with not very magey stats! She's also slightly story important and would have cool supports if i actually wrote some and also didn't completely retcon the one that i already wrote for her and the Early Prepromote. Anyway, she is the heir to a successful merchant family business.

Oh and one guy betrays you. you can make him rejoin later depending on the route tho.

[aliellnea]

The loving theory- Kageyama Tobio

Part 3

This is a filler for the story bc I’ve been super busy and this is the best I could come with. T/W: probably the worst thing I’ve ever written but yeah… judge yourself ig

At this rate this is a slow burn

Part 1, Part 2

"This might come as a surprise to everyone, but I'd like to introduce you all to a new addition to the club," announced the team's captain, gesturing towards you. "She will hopefully be your manager for the next three years."

After delivering his introduction, he stepped aside, allowing the team to get a glimpse of you and introduce themselves.

"Hi, nice to meet you. I'm (Y/N) from class 1-6, and I'll be taking care of you from now on," you said respectfully to everyone, surveying the gym since your arrival. Nine other guys and another woman greeted you with smiles—well, most of them. Kageyama looked surprised, a tall blonde appeared disinterested, and Hinata had stars in his eyes.

"Wow, you're really going to be our manager?" shouted the orange-haired boy, running up to you.

"It looks like it," you replied with a smile.

After all the introductions and some enthusiastic outbursts from Hinata, you stood beside the other manager, Kiyoko, who introduced herself as you awaited Daichi's next instructions.

"As you know, tomorrow we'll play against Seijo in a friendly match," Daichi began. "It's not a lot, but they are one of the top teams from Miyagi, and we'll see how we perform with this new lineup. Let's work hard today."

Throughout the training session, you assisted Kiyoko, learning the ropes of managing the team. Just as the session was wrapping up, a teacher entered.

"Okay, everyone, now that Takeda is here, let's discuss tomorrow's rotation," Daichi announced.

"Come on, let's sit together," your senpai said, taking you by the arm.

As the conversation unfolded, you peppered Kiyoko with questions about the team's composition.

"You guys don't have a libero? And only two third-years?" you asked.

Kiyoko sighed with a sad smile. "There's another third-year who used to be our ace, but he stopped playing after last year's tournament. He and the libero were like a package deal. We're still trying to convince them both to rejoin the team."

You observed Kiyoko's dedication to the team throughout the training, despite her introverted demeanor. As you interacted with her, you could sense the beginnings of a great friendship, despite the two-year age gap between you.

As night fell and training came to an end, you helped clean up the gym with the rest of the team, engaging in conversation with Hinata, who appeared increasingly nervous.

"Are you okay? You look quite pale," you remarked, concerned.

"Huh? Me? Yeah, I'm totally fine. Why would I be nervous? I'm definitely not going to mess up tomorrow, and we won't lose because of me," Hinata replied anxiously, his worries bubbling to the surface.

Realization dawned on you. This would likely be Hinata's first match with a real team, and the pressure was getting to him.

"It's okay to be nervous, but tomorrow, it's not just you. They will all have your back. This time, it's not you against them; it's 'we,' okay?" you reassured him, rubbing his back in an attempt to calm his nerves. However, Hinata continued to mutter self-deprecating remarks, seemingly lost in his thoughts.

"Don't worry, (Y/N), he'll be fine tomorrow... hopefully," interjected Suga, appearing with a mop in hand. "By the way, Shimizu had to leave, but she told me to give you this. Welcome to Karasuno," he said warmly, handing you the team's jersey.

"Thanks," you replied, immediately putting on the jersey. "How does it look?"

"You look awesome, but not as awesome as Kiyoko," Tanaka chimed in as he passed by, making his crush on the other manager very evident.

"I'll keep that in mind, thank you," you laughed. "If that's everything for today, I should probably get going before it gets too late." With a wave goodbye to everyone, you headed out.

On the way back home, you stopped at the convenience store next to the school for some steamed buns to eat on the long walk. However, as you exited the store, you ran into Kageyama unexpectedly. He looked out of breath as if he was running just a minute ago but as he got a glimpse of you he straightened up and coughed before saying “Let’s go together, it’s not safe for you to go alone this late”

You nodded and led the way, with Kageyama following silently behind you. It had been hours since Daichi introduced you to the team, and Kageyama hadn't spoken to you since. It almost seemed like he was intentionally avoiding you.

As you walked, your thoughts swirled with questions and unresolved feelings. What did he mean by "Sorry"? Sorry for neglecting our friendship? For not being there when my dad passed away? For the hurtful words he said? The possibilities loomed in your mind, but you were determined not to confront him about it. Not now.

The silence stretched on as you approached your home, and it became apparent that Kageyama had no intention of breaking it any time soon. Finally, you reached your doorstep, turning to face him with a mixture of curiosity and resignation.

"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow, Kageyama," you said, unable to hide the tinge of disappointment in your voice.

He glanced up, the expression of surprise again on his face “Kageyama? I thought…”

"Yeah, keep thinking," you cut in, your anger flaring as you entered your house. He really thought a generic sorry would cut it?

Inside, you tossed your bag on the couch and let out a frustrated sigh. The encounter with Kageyama had left you unsettled and upset. Sitting down at the kitchen table, you tried to distract yourself with your homework, but your mind kept wandering back to the unresolved tension between you and him.

"Why does he have to be so difficult?" you muttered to yourself, tapping your pencil on the table.

The sound of footsteps approached from behind, and you turned to see your mother entering the room, concern etched on her face. "Is everything alright, sweetie?"

You hesitated, unsure how much to share. "Yeah, I'm okay... It's just... Kageyama."

Your mother's expression softened, understanding flickering in her eyes. "Ah, I see. Do you want to talk about it?"

You shook your head. "Not now, Mom. I just need some time to figure things out."

She nodded, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Take all the time you need, darling. I'm here whenever you're ready."

With a small smile, you returned to your homework, grateful for your mother's support. Deep down, you knew that waiting for Kageyama to understand the situation would require more than just time.

Tag list: @jennasquishy8

[lizard-shifter-noms]

Still Subject to Change Chapter 24 (NEW)

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Hello everyone! i decided to repost arc 1 of SSTC

(the chapters were way too long and had a bunch of typos but hopefully this will make reading easier)

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.

if there are still any grammatical errors i’m sorry.

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I was actually glad that Norrin was leading the way as I would already have gotten lost in the countless hallways that went who knew where.

How did anyone here even know where to go?

After rounding a corner I could see a big door that was painted white with the medical symbol on it, a snake winded around a staff with a round thing on top, an orb maybe?

I briefly wondered if it was inspired by a magical staff but discarded the thought as soon as I got it, Now was not the time to dwell on such things.

Norrin had already Knocked on the door and someone who I believed to be a nurse opened the door a crack.

“Can I help you?”

Norrin nodded briefly.

“Is Nea here? Or have you seen the ginger boy that was with her?”

The nurse glanced back into the medical wing before looking back at Norrin.

“Nea is here, yes, making a fuss as usual, as for the red headed young man we sent him to go scrub off all of that dirt he was covered in.

We can’t have that much filth in the medical wing so he was sent down the hall to the bathrooms and clean it off”

“Thank you miss, and send Nea our regards for a fast recovery”

The nurse nodded then closed the door again, and I could actually hear a faint cursing coming from somewhere inside.

Yep definitely Nea, she was probably cussing out whatever poor soul was tasked with helping her.

Since the nurse had said that Robin was just down the hallway that’s where we went.

We came to a stop before the last door in the entire corridor that Norrin informed us housed an actually heated bath big enough to fit ten people!

Still, to not be rude he knocked a few times but there was no answer.

He knocked again but there was still no answer, Was he even still there?

He might have left already and gone who knew where.

Pushing past the taller man I knocked on the door myself,

a bit harder than Norrin did.

“Robin? Are you there? Were going to open the door now”

Pushing the door open revealed a lot of steam for one, as well as a bunch of messy shelves that contained a lot of weird smelling stuff that assaulted my nose with a mess of different scents.

There were also a lot of basins laid into the ground with an elevated rim, separated by curtains, some of them emitting the steam that was everywhere in the room and a bunch of water filled buckets strewn about.

Going around one of the strange smelling racks I found Robin sleeping and half lying in one of the warmer basins whose water for whatever reason was completely lilac.

There were also a ton of bubbles everywhere and it smelled strongly of lavender, he’d messed with the stuff on the shelves no doubt.

“Found him, he fell asleep half buried under bubbles”

A blonde head popped up from behind another shelf, and Arthur leaned over to take a look.

He seemed quite amused at the sight before him.

“That’s not too bad of an idea, but i don’t think so much soap is necessary”

Rikaad also appeared from behind Arthur, making him jump a bit.

He glanced at Robin once and then turned back to face us.

“Since we found Robin I am now going to go and take a look at all the papers my predecessors have signed, i’ll rejoin you later”

I was a bit confused that he didn’t even want to get rid of the mud first but then again he’d barely had any on him, somehow.

While he went to do that with Norrin I decided to take a look at the stuff on the shelves.

There were a ton of things I did not recognize, such as various oils and grainy pastes that smelled strongly of a variety of flowers.

There were also a lot of pale, hard bars that smelled strongly of apples.

I picked one up to examine it as I had never seen something like that before, it was a bit slippery and I almost dropped it.

Raising it up to my face I wondered if it was edible, it smelled like it was at least.

Eh, one bite wouldn’t kill me.

Before I could sink my teeth into it however, I heard Arthur call over from the basin he crawled into clothes and all, only his shoes discarded next to the water.

“Don’t fucking eat Soap! What the hell are you doing?”

“This is what soap looks like?”

I stared at the bar again, I had expected soap to have a more soft composition, like fat.

It was made from fat as far as i knew so i really had expected it to be softer than this if not a more liquid form.

“What do you mean that’s what soap looks like??

Have you never seen soap before?”

“No? Remember i was a street rat, and a Bastard one at that, so why the fuck would i ever have had access to this?”

He looked baffled for a second.

“Ah yeah right, sorry, but still don’t eat that!”

“Now that i know its soap why the fuck would i do that?

I’m not keen on getting sick”

His amused face at me trying to eat soap shifted into something else as he looked at his soggy mud covered top.

He threw it off next to his boots without much thought, and I could see the manticore scar again.

“I have to say the mud is even worse than your spit, the mud is way harder to wash out”

I felt my ears heat up, right, I did eat him.

With us being about the same height now that was very easy to forget, And it had been a week or so ago since that happened, and neither of us mentioned it ever since.

At least he didn’t seem to take it badly.

Also I probably should get rid of the mud on me as well.

Taking off my rather run down boots and setting them to the side of the basin.

Climbing into the tub that was next to Arthur’s I also took off my own shirt and tossed next to my boots.

Then I took a moment to look at myself, or more specifically the area where my pouch was.

There was no outward sign of the stab wounds but I could feel them well enough.

The annoying itch was still there and I knew exactly where the stab wounds were so it was kinda freaky to not see any outward sign.

But that was probably a good thing, if there actually was any outwards sign it would be way worse for sure, maybe even deadly.

The only thing I could see was the scar from the time I lost a kidney.

“Hey you forgot your soap! Catch!”

I whipped my head around to Arthur who had pulled me out of my thoughts.

It took me a few seconds to register what he had said but by then he had already thrown the soap.

Since I was not prepared to have anything thrown at me I failed to catch it and it hit me square in the torso.

Or more specifically the area where my pouch was located.

I doubled over in pain and just about managed to not land completely in the water with a strangled whine.

“Oh fuck! Donovan, are you okay?”

Arthur had jumped out of the water after he saw me fall over and then just awkwardly stood there not knowing what to do while I tried to get back up.

“my pouch hurts, you hit it right in the middle”

I wheezed out, holding the area that had been struck.

“Is it still hurting? Are you okay? I’m so fucking sorry!

I didn’t mean to do that!”

“I’m fine gimme a minute, i wanted to ask Oakley for help anyway”

He didn’t look convinced, and neither was I about what I just said, but he didn’t do it on purpose and I wouldn’t hold that against him.

“Wha’s goin on?”

Robin had woken up, likely from Arthur’s loud voice.

Oh dammit, and now he was standing there in a pair of soaking wet pants and absolutely covered in bubbles looking rather concerned at me.

I was still half lying on the floor so I sat up completely if a bit hunched over.

“Im fine don’t worry, Arthur threw soap at me and hit the stitches, but it’s okay just surprised me”

He still looked concerned, well as much as he could with bubbles covering everything but his face.

“Maybe you should go to a doc? Maybe they can at least give something against pain?”

I shook my head.

“No, I mean how the hell would I explain that?

My anatomy differs quite a bit from that of a human, besides I don’t think telling anyone why exactly I have those stitches on the INSIDE would go over well, I’ll ask Oakley later as soon as he’s back, okay?”

He didn’t look too happy about it but said nothing else to the matter, Instead he took a handful of bubbles and threw them at Arthur.

Arthur then retaliated by jumping into the basin and splashing water at Robin.

Since I already felt better than just a moment before, which I blamed the soap for just hitting a nerve, so I decided to grab one of the buckets and splash both of the other young men.

Robin dodged with a squeal and Arthur got the entire brunt of it.

“COLD!”

In response to me throwing water he grabbed a bucket that was filled with soapy bubbles and threw that at me.

Since I was still sitting on the floor I had no way to avoid it and got covered in the lavender smelling liquid.

Pain temporarily forgotten in favor of adrenaline it grew into a full blown water fight in mere minutes.

On the plus side that did get all the mud off, and it was way more fun than just sitting in a bathtub.

It was a wonder nobody else came in while we splashed water absolutely everywhere but I was not complaining.

I never in my life had this much fun before!

After who knew how long we stopped and sat out of breath on the floor.

So that’s what it’s like to have fun with friends.

I realized I never had that before as every parent kept their child away from a bastard like me.

Also the fact I lived on the street probably didn’t make that better at all.

While I sat there the adrenaline slowly wore off and I could feel my pouch hurting again.

I hunched over a bit and tried to disguise it as just being out of breath.

It seemed to have worked as nobody said anything about it.

Robin was making bubbles by cupping his hands weirdly and blowing air into a soapy membrane that formed between his fingers.

They even floated for a bit before slowly falling down to the ground and popping.

Arthur was just poking the floating ones with his finger to make them pop prematurely, and I decided to join in from where I sat.

“Maybe we should leave soon? We made a hell of a mess and i’d rather leave before we get found in the middle of this chaos”

Arthur had a point, it looked as if the entire room had been a flood victim.

I decided to go and dip myself in one of the not-soapy basins to get the oily feeling of and then search for my shirt and boots.

In the heat of the water battle I had forgotten where exactly I put them.

In the end I found them around the corner near Arthur’s shoes.

Grabbing my shirt and wringing out the water that got splashed onto it I shook it out and fumbled for the bottom of it so I could put it on.

Putting my arms over my head proved to be a mistake however.

It hurt, like something had snapped in my pouch and I realized that I must have ripped one of the stitches.

I was proven right when I tasted something metallic at the back of my throat and spat it out.

It was a tiny bit of blood, not much and certainly not enough to be extremely worrisome.

Still, I should better check if Oakley has come back.

And I better not mention this to Arthur and Robin, they would probably blame the water fight for it and feel guilty.

Powering through the throbbing pain I put my shirt back on and poured the water from my boots.

I really needed new ones, These were just a few millimeters from losing their sole.

Washing the blood my body had ejected away with some water I stood up and went back to the other two.

Looking around the corner again I could see Arthur tossing towels onto the floor in front of the door.

Probably a good idea, otherwise the water would leak under the door.

Robin used the only dry towel left to dry his hair, making it stick in all directions from static.

He almost looked like a dark orange thistle.

Still, my pouch fucking hurt and i wanted to see if Oakley finally came back so he could help me.

“Let’s go look if Oakley has come back, the stitches are itching and its so fucking annoying, im sure the winged fucker knows what to do”

At my words Robin tossed the towel next to the ones Arthur had used to stop the water from spreading, and Arthur opened the door which caused some water to pour out regardless of the towels.

“Aww fuck, i hoped that would work, lets just hope nobody complains about it”

To avoid just that we all quickly walked down the halfway again before we came to a split in the corridor.

I looked down both of the halls but couldn’t really make out a difference,

Maybe the other two had remembered where we came from?

“Uh, does anyone remember which way we need to go?”

I was met with incomprehensive stares.

“No, sorry I’m really bad at directions, you Arthur?”

Arthur also shook his head.

“Eh fifty fifty chance to get it right, let’s just go trough one and we’ll find our way somehow”

He randomly chose the left tunnel and me and Robin trailed after him, trying to find anything that was familiar.

There was nothing I recognized, Then again I had not been paying much attention when we came in.

After a bend we could see a ton of doors laid into the walls, yeah this was not the way we came from,

and the windows were gone too.

“Where the hell are we? Maybe we should backtrack?”

I received a bunch of nods at my suggestion and we turned back around.

Only to find that there were two possible ways we could take as there was a fork in the hallway.

“Im sorry, but what the fuck? Who builds a castle like this?”

Arthur complained and I had to silently agree with him, How was anyone supposed to find whatever room they were looking for?

“So which way do we take now?”

None of us knew the answer to Robin’s question.

Though it would help to find a window or something, just to see what side of the building we were on.

“Well i say we should look for a window, maybe we can see where we are that way?”

I really hoped we would find an exit, and that as soon as possible.

I needed to find Oakley, my pouch was hurting like crazy and I did my best not to show any outward signs of it.

Still, I’d like to solve that as quickly as possible as I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep this facade up.

Since we went left to get into this hallway we chose the one on the right this time, hoping that this was the one we came from.

Robin was idly looking around.

“I wonder how the people that live here find their way? Do you think they have tiny maps of just the palace to orient themselves?”

I had to smile at the mental image of someone using a tiny map just to get around a building, a big building though.

“I doubt that, they probably are just used to it”

After wandering around aimlessly a little bit longer we came to a dead end.

The place we ended up in was circular with decorative stone benches attached to the walls, and best of all a big window.

Arthur immediately went up to it and stuck his head out, only to get back inside really fast again with a pale face.

“Nope, not that way, lets go search for another exit”

Out of curiosity both me and Robin stuck our faces out the window and looked down.

And even more down until there was only water very far below us.

I could even see some stalagmite like stone pillars poking out of the saltwater.

The ocean, right, the castle was built right on top of a giant cliff.

I pulled my head back in, Arthur was right there was no way out unless we wanted to fall who knew how many meters to our death.

I pulled Robin back inside by the back of his shirt as he was still staring at the waves crashing against stone far below.

“And how do we get out now?”

He asked after I let go of his shirt and put him back on the ground.

Arthur looked down the hallway we had come from.

“Maybe we can find someone and just ask how to get out?

There’s a lot of doors in some of the other hallways, someones bound to be there”

He was right, we had wandered aimlessly around for who knew how long now and clearly didn’t know the way.

And I wanted to get out already, I needed to find Oakley and ask him for help.

So knocking on random doors it was until someone opened that could tell us how to navigate this place.

I really wanted to punch whoever made the design for this place.

After finding the corridor with the ton of doors again, At least I assumed it was the same, We just started knocking on the doors.

It was after about five minutes that someone opened the door we knocked on.

In the doorframe was a soldier, a scruffy looking man that was not wearing his helmet, Nea would probably punch him for that, and behind him were some more soldiers that had apparently played some card game up until now.

Tha man gaze swiveled over us and i noticed he seemed to be slightly inebriated, was he drunk?

His glassy stare came to a stop on my pointy ears and I could see his entire demeanor shift from relaxed to high alert.

Before I could react he drew a dagger from his belt and aimed to stab me, yelling loudly.

“FAELING! INVADER!”

The man raised the blade over his head and let it swoop down, aimed at my face.

Arthur managed to pull me back in time and the dagger hit only air.

“HEY! FUCK OFF, HE’S NOT AN INVADER!”

It did not look like they believed him, and now the other three soldiers that had spied on this one’s cards shot up and also grabbed sharp looking things before standing behind what I now assumed to be their leader.

That was not good.

Apparently not all of the castle’s staff had been informed about what happened and that I was not a foe.

The first soldier now aimed for Arthur who was in a defensive stance.

Suddenly Robin grabbed my arm and tugged me away from the door and I realized what Arthur was doing.

The soldiers couldn’t get out of the room if he was standing in front of the door, he was intentionally putting himself in the way so we could get a head start.

I let Robin lead while Arthur punched the guy that had threatened me right in the face.

I could swear I even heard a crack as his fist collided with the soldier’s nose.

We went around a bend and ran face first into another person, in my adrenaline fueled brain I thought we had run into even more soldiers but as I looked closer I realized that it was the gardener.

He was carrying an empty flower pot with him that he set on the floor after we ran into him and then he looked both of us right in the eyes.

“What are you doing here young lads? Ah i see you’ve found your ginger friend”

Right the last time I saw him I told him I was looking for Robin, but last time I was in Ardua form so how did he know that I was the same person?

My train of thought was interrupted by a shout from behind us, Arthur came running down the hall with a bruise on his cheek.

The soldiers he had pissed off were right behind him though so I tried my best to hide.

There wasn’t anything to hide though so I tried to squeeze myself into one of the wall decorations.

Since it was rather small, that was not effective at all.

Arthur came to a stop next to Robin and held his sore jaw looking confused at the Gardener whose name I didn’t know.

A few seconds later the four soldiers that were pretty intent on cutting my lifespan short also came around the bend and stopped when they saw that we were basically hiding in the wall behind the gardener.

The Gardener did not budge, he had no weapons or anything and while he was buff he stood there relaxed as if nothing was wrong.

This guy had a lot of guts to just calmly stand there while he was being charged at by four angry and armed men.

They stopped right in front of him though.

“Barsen! Get out of the way! You are standing in front of invaders! And a Faeling! Move so we can do our job!”

The Gardener, who was apparently named Barsen, did not budge.

“Your job? I thought these days you just drank and played cards? And i have to inform you, as you clearly missed it,  that these boys are friends of the new king, so i think you should leave before this escalated even more”

He spoke like he was talking about the weather but the soldiers looked horrified at this piece of information, their gaze going over each of us and lingering on Arthur’s bruised jaw and my pointy ears.

“But he’s a fa-”

“He is a friend of the king, and i’m pretty sure that some of the old laws are going to be changed now that there is a new ruler”

He interrupted the stammering soldier firmly but gently.

The Soldiers looked at each other and then turned tail back to the room they had played cards in, and in the distance I could see one of them holding a bleeding nose.

Barsen then turned back to look at us.

“Are you boys alright? Should I bring you to the infirmary?

I’m sure they have something for that bruise on your cheek young man”

That was probably a good idea, the infirmary was at least somewhere we knew and maybe someone we knew would show up.

that and maybe we’d get to talk to Nea if we went with him.

Arthur still held his bruised jaw but nodded and I nervously looked back the way those soldiers had gone, holding on to Robin’s tunic so as to not lose him.

“Yeah, i think that’s a good idea, i don’t want any other people that didn’t get the message to try and stab me”

He nodded and picked the flower pot up again and I noticed that while it was as big as my torso it was not empty, It was filled with a lot of dry dirt.

No wonder he was buff if he carried stuff like that regularly.

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[musubiki]

I always wondered how the gang reacts when mochi comes back!!! I bet lime would be on her side at all times to make sure she doesn't disappear again, watching her sleep, following her around the house, then mochi has to go to the bathroom and he's anxiously waiting lmao

strangely the first person to know shes back is taffy!!! when she decides to hunt down the guild again, she goes to sulluvan to find out their approximate location. her plan was to find the others first, and lime last, so she could (hopefully) get from them a little temperature check on how lime would feel about all of it

(by that i mean she was very worried about whether or not he would want to see her. she realizes what she did was a very jerk move, and if he was moved on and happy without her (married with a kid or something) then she didnt want to interfere with that, even by just showing up. so she wanted to check with oscar and coco if theyd kept in contact with him, and how hes been/if looking for him is a good idea)

sulluvan gives her the locations of taffy/coco/oscar, but tells her to hold off on lime if shes not going straight to him first. "That boy moves around quite a bit. Unless you're going to see him right now, he'd be somewhere else entirely by the time you got around to him," he tells her.

taffy is the first to see her. she went to coco and taffy first, and while she was standing outside their apartment building thinking about what she wants to say, taffy comes home. he is the MOST calm out of all of them. (granted knew her the shortest and therefore wasnt as close to her as the others). when he brings her upstairs to their apartment and coco sees her, she tackles her to the floor and straight up starts weeping. (and then grabs pom and manhandles her as well)

oscar had a similar reaction. the kind you would have after a chance encounter with a friend after a long time. a lot of "Oh my god!!!!" and tight hugs!! obviously all of them are thrilled to get back into guild work, they were getting bored of their current lives (oscar timeskip story currently pending)

when she asks them about lime, oscar and coco just kinda give each other a knowing look, take a moment to reflect about his down bad ass and what hes been doing for the last 3 years, before finally going "Yeah I honestly think he'd be down to rejoin." "Yeah echoing that. Hes not doing anything useful." (they both know about his m34th work. coco whispers to oscar "Should we tell her?" and he replies "Isn't it more entertaining if she finds out organically?")

when they find lime, hes in the middle of a mission. doing something something i dont know, its combat though. fighting the giant tree monsters on the far edge of the giants thicket since they were terrorizing the farmers in the area. at first he didnt even realize it was her, it just seemed like some npc pedestrian caught up in the fight. doesnt even turn to look at her, just yells something generic like "Get back to the village, I can handle this!!"

and at first mochi didnt even register what the hell he was wearing, but she knew his voice and stature and the unmistakeable hair color. shocked at that response (i think she knew he didnt know it was her), she probably yells something at him to get his attention

and he recognizes her voice as soon at it comes out. it takes him a couple seconds to even process what he just heard enough to turn around, and honestly when he sees her, he thinks hes hallucinating. "...I'm losing my fucking mind, apparently." he thinks. "Illusion spell? No, what the fuck? That doesn't work on me. Maybe I didn't get enough sleep last night? I've never hallucinated like that before though. Maybe its some shape shifter something. Can those also mimic voices?--" just a sample of the 100 different thoughts he has in about 1 second.

but when he hears her again, a soft little "H...Hi Lime-!" that is barely even audible over the current atmosphere, he doesnt care. it could be some trick, who knows? I dont, he thinks, thats mochi.

let me tell you this boy SPRINTS to her. the amount of force in his embrace is honestly a little terrifying. mochi started sobbing instantly. No words even said, beyond a soft "Hi mochi." he mumbles into her neck. but her tears soak into his shoulder and they stay like that for god knows how long. It takes coco zipping back like "Uhhh hey sorry to interrupt soft moment but we've been holding off the tree monsters for a few minutes and oscar is getting whacked like a ragdoll soooo--"

(even then it takes lime a bit to let her go LMFAO!!! mochi is like "Oh no! Poor oscar!" and when she tries to let go lime is just LOCKED on her. "No. Not yet. He'll be fine." his voice muffles out as hes squeezing her against him. it takes a few whacks to his arm and a lot of "LIME BE SERIOUS!!" for him to very begrudgingly let her go)

but youre right hes definitely a bit clingy afterwards. maybe not in the most direct way, but he constantly has an eye on her/is standing close/wont let her go somewhere by herself kind of thing (which mochi is very happy with because she misses him like crazy. honestly shes a little nervous talking to him because shes worried they wont be like they used to, but the more they converse the more shes like "Oh hes the same as always....good.")

[justin-chapmanswers]

Hello! Hope you’re having a swagalicious time of day! Just wanted to ask what’s you’re writing process when coming up with funny little jokes/gags? When inspiration strikes from some random scenario that pops in my head I usually tend to write it down in some notes app, essentially saving it for later. Do comedic ideas just pop up when in the process of writing for a particular setting, or do you try to incorporate previous unused joke ideas into your work? Also what’s your favourite type of snack? (hopefully something better than oatmeal raisin), personally I like popcorn , it’s got an onomatopoeia in it and a vegetable at the same time! Pretty crazy stuff!

Very swagalicious!

I'd say the majority of the jokes I've written were in the writing process, as I was going. I think there's something really special about trusting that you'll find the humor in what you're writing as you go.

First that comes to mind is in s3e10, the first Indefinite rejoin episode. I block out some space ahead of time in an outline for reintroducing the former contestants with a few goals regarding what I'd like to re-establish about them, their relationships, and their scenario on the island. The Sinkers are a united/supportive front, Cabby is cold with them, Goo invites himself into Cabby's world, the've been waiting for news for a while and are confused, etc etc. MePhone's not there yet, the competition hasn't started, I just need to find a vehicle to explore this.

While writing out the convo about what the contestants guess will happen next, I happen to think it's funny to have Blueberry hope for "an explosion." Then I make myself chuckle at the thought of Walkie Talkie bringing that to the next level by actually doing a countdown. I tell myself it's stupid, aaaand run with it anyway, to see how it plays. And then I end up finding that's a neat way to show the contestants actually display the exact goals I mentioned earlier, via comedic stress. Lifering and Tea Kettle have a strong rapport and game-plan that they rope Blueberry into, Blueberry is defeatist about it all, Cabby is skeptical and cements herself in her isolation, and Goo tries to make a connection- all elements that come back later in the episode. Nothing crazy on a story-telling level, but that's the mindset. Once-written, the scene made me laugh, and I ended up sticking with the scene after it was written.

On the flip side, sometimes I go through a whole sequence like this, realize that my direction for conveying the info for the scene is not fun like it was intended to be, aaaand I just scrap the scene and start over. If you hear that "writing is re-writing," a lot of it relates back to this initial idea I mentioned that writing is a process. There's a thousand ways to convey the idea you want to get across. Sometimes it's worth seeing if you can write a scene with the same starting and ending points, but with a more-enjoyable middle to get you there. Maybe you'll like it more, maybe you won't.

Back to the original question, once in a blue moon I'll have a joke in my head ahead-of-time. In s3e6 there's a short scene basically devoted to the silly joke about Silver not knowing what a penny is. It's dumb, but I felt determined to get it in there. Or sometimes it's something more broad, like s3e4's "You are Cordially Invited" scene transitions, that can be funny but are also jumping-off points. Such as using that transition after a while of being away from it to cut off Inner-Flame-Candle mid-explanation and not letting Silver hear the answer to his Inner-Flame question. A little funny, a little sad.

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Aaaaaaaaand chocolate. Any kind of chocolate that I'm not allergic to is the best snack. There's never enough of it.

[charlesandmartine]

Thursday 21st November 2024

It's just gone 7.00 am and our tradies have left for their various work places. Our neighbour cleared 1.5kms of track yesterday, and he thinks he will be busy till Sunday. We will be long gone by the by the time they have returned from their toil. Tonight, we shall be in Richmond just a short hop down the Flinders to more comfortable surroundings, hopefully. Julia Creek has been a bit rudimentary, but accommodation this deep into the outback is more functional and not predominantly servicing a tourist industry. Caravan parks are more commonly used in this respect with grey nomads abounding. People don't admit to being grey nomads, in fact, many who clearly are in that category, can be quite derogatory about them. The main complaint seems to be that they follow each other around from campsite to campsite and drive at 45 km/hr in the process, irritating everyone else. We do not have a view on this.

Our route East continues to follow the Flinders Highway and through to our destination for the night, Richmond. Before we left Julia Creek, a freight train slowly came through, also heading our way, and we overtook it as we rejoined the Highway while it sat on an overtaking loop. 50 ks down the road was a sign off to Nelia, officially referred to as a town. Well, it had a post office, a railway crossing, and a goat or two. The area was first discovered by the explorer William Landsborough in 1861 as he was also leading a party in search of the missing explorers Burke and Wills. It was he who named the area Nelia Lakes (today known as Nelia Ponds) after Lady Nelia in England, who was a friend of his wife. Once, the town had everything; hotel, cafe, school, Friends Meeting House, racecourse, tennis courts, ten houses, and post office. Now all that remains is the post office, the railway and a small population of 2. The small goat came over and introduced himself to us, and the train we saw previously sounded its horn and rumbled across the crossing. As it did so, the driver gave us a friendly wave, like in a Thomas the Tank Engine story, and the crossing controls sounded its warning. By now, the bond with the goat was inseparable, and we feared he might join us and become a feature of the front seat.

Our journey continued to Richmond with no further places of note. But it turns out that Richmond is a charmer of a town. How nice can a place get. It has wide streets, hotels and bars, hardware store, library, cafe with curry pies, Spar, and all sorts. We hadn't originally planned to stop here, so we are most glad to have booked into this lake view house. Richmond is part of a triangle of fossil/ dinosaur sites and was once by an inland sea and is home to the Kronosaurus. So, tomorrow, bright and early, we have paid for a permit to explore for fossils in a place supposedly quite knee-deep in the stuff. We have been loaned a couple of picks and bars to help ease the fossils out of the bare limestone, so we are keeping our fingers crossed that we might discover a Martineosaurus!

Such excitement required a bit of relaxation, so we took a walk around the lake and saw a couple of kangaroos who saw us and took a dim view of it, disturbing their evening feed.

ps. Kronosaurus queenslandicus was the largest marine reptile-weighing up to 11 000 kg, with a skull more than 2.5 metres in length. The large conical teeth lining its jaws could be up to 30cm long from root to tip. T-Rex was smaller, weighing up to 8 000kg, with a skull of up to 1.5 metres long, and teeth up to 23cm long. It certainly would have been an unfair battle of the beasts.

[cat-n-rabbit]

Lord Kzinssie is so mysterious...

[[ This short story idea was living rent free in my head since I considered picking Bokhohn on the side/or here :D;; ]] [[ Might be a fun read @soulxsteal ! ]]

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There were many mysteries surrounding Rabbit's favorite hero and she had oh, so many questions. Unfortunately she was way too shy to ask him directly but fortunately for her there was another hero in the Vangaurd who she deemed perfect for that.

"Good...evening, Lord Bokhohn!" Rabbit greeted, holding a big bottle of wine in front of her face and strategically hiding a very apologetic smile. By now she knew this one hero in particular would rather have his drink and didn't want to bother with anyone, ever.

Bokhohn didn't even look up from his book. He didn't need to. The library in the Vanguard was peaceful and he was seldom bothered. Usually simply not replying to anyone was enough. There were occasional 'heroes' who would come to ask him to join on their silly adventures or missions - both things he didn't care about. This world he was pulled into was unnatural and he didn't plan to get involved in it. Instead he wanted to obtain as much useful information as he could, rejoin Wagnas and the rest and hopefully find his way to the ancients.

"I'm weak, leave me alone." Bokhohn turned a page and hoped this reply would be enough to protect his peace and quiet. It was not.

"I ah, I came to ask you about... Lord Kzinssie." Rabbit continued then carefully nudged the wine bottle on the table in hopes her offering would be enough to please the ever grumpy strategist.

'Lord... Kzinssie!?' Bokhohn's eyes paused and no amount of information in this book would pin his attention now. He finally looked up - first at Rabbit. 'Oh, great... one of The Emperor's goons.' he squint his eyes. 'But not the blonde...Ugh, never mind they all look the same anyway.' Then his eyes moved to the wine bottle. Obviously a bribery, and a bribery he was willing to take.

"He made it here too then? Very well..." Bokhohn closed his book and reached a clawed hand towards the bottle while his eyes remained pinned on Rabbit like a hawk who just locked on a prey. Suddenly the girl felt very uneasy. At the back of her head she reminded herself - she could outrun him. Running away was always the first option! "What do you want to know about ...Lord Kzinssie?"

"W-well... ah... anything really!" Rabbit rubbed her hands. A nervous jitters that was immediately caught by the strategist. She hurried to sit, shuffle her hands on her lap and out of sight, as if that would make her harder to read.

Bokhohn poured a glass, took the scent form the wine and began with a very indifferent tone. "Lord Kzinssie turns into a worm on full moon nights." The wine was good and now after a good sip, the strategist was very willing to humor the girl. Surely she won't buy all the'd say...

"Really? Like... a teeny-tiny worm?" Rabbit's eyes widened. When was the next full moon? Would he be alright? Maybe she had to find a little match box to make into a tiny bed for him so he will stay safe.

Bokhohn's face turned long...........She actually believed that? Young ones were stupid, impulsive and unreasonable. And when crushing all this was amplified. This one would not survive the winter... Not that this was his problem. Bokhohn sipped and continued. "His sword is made from his spine. That's why he lacks any."

"F-from his spine!?" Rabbit gasped! No wonder he was in a hurry to find it. "Lord Kzinssie's muscles must be so strong to keeping him going." She mused aloud. Bokhohn sipped again thinking how to top that - which absurdity would make this girl realize he is fooling her around.

"He went to the sea with Subier once, got lost and had to eat jellyfish for days because that was all he could catch."

"Aren't...they poisonous?" She knew this much and now Bokhohn was ready to flash a grin - yes, she finally is starting to question the absurdity of his statements, "Lord Kzinssie must be really strong to eat so much jellyfish and survive...!"

Bokhohn's grin very quickly turned into a disgruntled expression followed by a muffed groan. This girl can't possibly be this stupid! Suddenly the wine that was meant to bribe him was helping him preserve his own brain cells.

"One time Dantarg stepped on him and he was stuck under his foot for a week."

"Huh..." Rabbit pondered on this one. She knew Dantarg was huge even if she has never seen him before but hearing this gave her an idea just how big this hero in particular could be "Lord Kzinssie must be... really soft and squishy if Lord Dantarg didn't notice him for a whole week."

Rabbit's eyes darted up taken by the idea. Just how soft must Lord Kzinssie be? Would he mind if she squishes his cheeks? They did look very squishable! No, no...that'd be way too bold and rude! Bokhohn was rubbing his face across the table. Was this girl playing him now or she really was that naive?

"Ah, thank you, Lord Bokhohn... I think I learned a lot about Lord Kzinssie from you!" The brunette perked up and lift herself form the chair, "I hope you'll enjoy the wine!"

"Right. And you... enjoy your Lord Kzinssie." He waved a hand dismissively hoping she will remove herself from the room before he resolved to removing her with her own hands. At least the wine was good and it would wash the memory of this dumb human from his head.

"Lord Kzinssie is so mysterious...." Rabbit muttered as she began to exit the library.