#how much do you miss the Conduit?”

[grohxconduit]

Amy and Conduit context aside, I cannot sit here and act normal at how softly Grøh says this line, like hkdlsnf//,.: why did he go so tender at the similarity to them I’m going to. Blow up.

[poppy-metal]

arrange marriage with patrick where you know he doesn’t love you. this entire thing was cooked up by your parents, and you feel guilty for being the one that destroyed his freedom. so when he slips away for unexplainable periods of time, you keep quiet. you know who he’s seeing, what he’s doing, as he returns with a slack jawed smile and missed hair. it stings slightly, knowing you’re in a loveless marriage and that all chances of martial, conventional bliss were down the shitter, but what can you do? he doesn’t want to be with you. he owes you nothing, he’s just as trapped as you are. you’re polite and warm, you ask about his day, you want to be friends if nothing else. patrick gets frustrated, mostly because of the guilt. he is objectively awful to you, and you’re still so sweet. so sweet. you look at the hickeys on his neck and you don’t scream, don’t yell. all you do is cover it for him before you have to go to gala. you cover it! how can you be so forgiving? how can you not care? he fucks tashi 3 times a week. he’s being awful. and you still smile when he comes home. take his coat, kiss his cheek. any time he’s tried to have sex, tried to do the proper thing and produced another heir to the family fortune, you graciously turn him down, like you’re doing him some kind of grand favour. when sometimes, he just actually does want to fuck you. it’s hard. it’s weird. he kind of wants you?? but you’re so distant. he strangely feels a longing for you, missing something he never had. what did you look like, sound like when you laughed uncontrollably? what did you want to be when you were a little girl? who are you?

patrick knew hating you wasn't fair. it didn't stop him from treating you likes shit, though. didn't stop him from barely putting in effort during your wedding, from looking bored during the vows, from planting a stiff kiss on your lips, and then proceeding to treat you like you didn't exist.

it wasn't your fault, and yet it was. he couldn't exactly up and tell his parents to fuck off - though god knows he desired nothing else than to do just that. in the end, he was a conduit. a vessel to carry on a legacy he didn't give two shits about.

he knew it was coming.

he just wish he had more time.

more time to be reckless. more time to get drunk at parties. more time to be a general stain on society. more time with tashi duncan.

but destiny waited for no one or whatever the fuck, and now here he was, shackled to you and resenting every fucking thing about you.

at least you knew how to keep your mouth shut.

it would have been a bitch to deal with you running and tattling to his mother about how he hadn't fucked you yet - how he was still seeing tashi. as much as he appreciated your discretion, he also hated you for it.

you had no fucking backbone. you were nothing like tashi. she was bold and rash and clawed her way from nothing and took none of patricks shit. you took it all. mouth properly suctioned to his asshole just like every other spineless dipshit in his family.

he knew you saw the hickeys she left on his neck. knew you smelled the sex on his skin when he stumbled home at 4am and slid into bed, finally. he saw you register these things, the scratch marks down his back - saw your dainty little chin wobble and then still. saw your eyes dart away. and he felt something nasty claw at his chest - at your lack of self respect.

your husband was sticking his dick in a pussy that wasn't yours and you didn't have anything to fucking say about it? he saw the hurt in your eyes in the mirror. grinned at it. hoped today would be the day you'd snap and fight back, but you never did.

he found himself leaving tashis arms angry - angry about coming home to a brick wall and a wife who didn't seem to care what he did.

one night - he found himself drunk after a night out with tashi. sprawled out on his chair as he lazily watched you get dressed for bed.

he found himself hardening in his slacks. dick twitching with interest.

you weren't ugly, was the thing.

you were actually fucking hot. you had a plump sweet little body. you hid it under atrocious modest wear, but he could see it now in the outline of your fat tits outlining your nightgown. the curve of your waist. child bearing hips. he could laugh, if any of this was funny.

he tongued the inside of his cheek as he straightened, watching you.

“you dress like a 1950s housewife.” cutting. meant to embarass you, which he can see it does. he feels a thrill in his chest to get a reaction out of you at all. “it's fucking weird.”

your lips press together - you don't look at him as you uncap your lotion and spread it onto your fingers. “I am a wife.” you tell him softly.

“what was that?” he heard you. he's just annoyed by your mously little voice.

you flick a glance at him, and he sees a flash of irritation on your doll like features. it makes you look pretty, he resents to realize.

“I said I am a wife.” you say, more firmly this time. “just because you don't want to act like a husband doesn't negate what we are - what I am.”

you say it with a sense of pride. a lifting of your chin. and patrick - he has to fucking laugh then. licks his lips and downright giggles with it. his cheeks are flushed with alcohol and he drags himself to his feet, shaking his head.

“you're fucking unreal.” he approaches you, you've turned your back to him - slathering lotion onto your legs, the sweet vanilla scent hits his nostrils as he gets close, and he sways a little. “I mean. are you even real? or are you made out of plastic? did mommy and daddy make you at a factory? the perfect wife factory.” he stops behind you, touches the end strands of your hair, rubs them between his fingers. your hair is fine and soft like silk. it runs like water through his fingers when you tug your head forward.

“of course I'm real.” your voice trembles a little. he's gotten to you, he thinks. and he likes that he has. feels his cock twitch again. “why would you even say that?”

you're finished putting on the lotion but you stay with your back turned to him. he wonders if this is a small act of defiance on your part. he wonders if you were raised to be this fucking submissive and subservient and if any part of you resents it. wishes you could turn around and claw at his face and call him a bastard. but no. that'd actually make the evening interesting. and you were set on being as dull as fucking drywall.

“she's nothing like you, you know.”

he sees your spine stiffens. feels a cruel twist in his stomach that hearing about his mistress upset you.

you don't answer him so he continues, leaning in closer so his breath blows the wisps of your fine hair across your shoulders - “she's firey and confident. she lights up a room when she walks in it, grabs everyone's attention by their throat because she demands it. it's fucking sexy as hell.” he inhales your scent, warm vanilla, sweet and soft. he wants to crush that softness under his foot. crush it to dust. “and god -” he lets his voice get low and seductive, that scratchy quality “- her fucking pussy. it's the best thing I've ever felt. like sliding right into nirvana. I could fuck her for hours -”

your spin around - your eyes are burning. not with tears, though. with fury. they blaze with more life in them than he's ever seen before and it cuts his sentence right off - sucks any further words out of his chest -

“go to her then.” you hiss, venom from your lips. he thinks if it were possible, steam would be seeping from your pores. your cheeks are flushed and your lips are bee stung plump, the indents of your teeth marking the soft flesh. he realizes you'd been literally nawing on your bottom lip to stay quiet. “you think I want to deal with you like this? that I want to deal with a husband like you at all? go to your mistress and bury all your problems in here and leave me alone to run the house and do your job for you. like I've been doing. I don't need you here.”

you turn back around, your hair swishing and smacking him in the face.

he glares at your back. his fingers twitch as an anger worse than he's ever felt boils his blood.

“you can't talk to me like that.” he says, cold and deadly despite the liquid fire running through his veins. “im your fucking husband.”

you laugh - and despite everything - it sounds like bells tinkling. pretty and lyrical. he inhales again. steadies himself with a hand on your vanity.

“you haven't earned that title.” you shake your head as you walk to your side of the bed. you're dismissing him. ending the conversation. “I doubt you even know what the word means - if asked to define it.”

something about the condescending tone - one he'd grown up hearing from his parents lips, from everyone around him who told him he'd fail before he even began. how tashi talked to him sometimes, dismissing him as a privileged kid instead of a person with feelings whenever they disagreed - something about it - he finds himself suddenly in your space - gripping your arm and yanking you back against him -

“you want me to define it?” he asks, sounded half crazed. he rucks your nightgown up, and despite himself, he groans at the feeling of your soft and supple skin - never touched before and new and so fucking good under his hand - “you want me to act like a husband to you?”

he presses himself against your ass, hard and throbbing. he's been hard since he first stood behind you and inhaled your scent. his cock has a goddamn pulse - he can feel the head beating like a drum - fluid bubbling at his slit -

your breath rattles in your chest in a wheeze as you freeze under his touch, you're stiff under his palm and he feels a spark of anger at that - he fucking knows his way around a woman's body - knows how to make someone melt and cry and beg for it -

he shoves you face down on the bed with a hand at your back, comes down over you to straddle your ass on his knees, hands coming down to his belt.

“you want me to be a husband -” he yanks his belt through the loops I'm his jeans harshly, rips his zipper down and reaches in to grip himself where he's hard and hot and thick. “- want me to do my due dillengence and fuck you with my hard cock? fill you with the cum that'll give us an heir and make your life worth living? I can do that for you - pussy's pussy.”

he yanks your nightgown over your ass - grips your bare cheeks and spreads the flesh - bites his tongue till it bleeds at the sight of your small twitching asshole - and under it the wet lips of your cunt.

to combat the way the sight makes him feel, the sudden breathlessness in his chest - he tells you, “my dicks still lubed from fucking her earlier - should slide right in -” and he slots the fat leaking tip of himself at your folds, is just beginning to part that heavenly slick flesh when you curl your hands into the sheets and whisper -

“stop.”

and patrick is alot of things. alot of bad things, he can admit.

but he's not a rapist.

he pauses - hand wrapped around his hard dick - “what -” but you're shoving up suddenly, bucking under him, scrambling and wiggling until you're out from under him and yanking your gown back down over your ass, covering yourself.

he blinks at you, suprised. dick still in his hand.

“I thought you wanted -”

you squeeze your eyes shut and shuffle off the bed, wrap your arms around your body like you want to curl in on yourself.

“not like that.” you tell him. voice a fragile thing. you won't look at him. he softens in his hand, desire sapped from his body at the sight of your distress. “not - not when.” you shake your head. “things are fine how they are. I'm sorry for snapping at you, it was unbecoming. I'll sleep in the guest room tonight.”

and you're gone before he can even tuck himself back into his jeans and think of something to say.

he falls back against the bed and stares at the canopy above him. his throat feels dry. he thinks he should feel victorious. he'd intimidated you. humiliated you. made you feel as small as he feels all the fucking time.

but he doesn't feel satisfied.

he just feels like a dick and a shit husband. he scrubs a hand down his face.

fuck.

[euphorics-stuff]

𝘾𝘾'𝙨 𝙋𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙡 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩: ᴬⁿᵒⁿʸᵐᵒᵘˢ: " ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵃ ᵖʰᵒⁿᵉ ˢᵉˣ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᶜᵃⁱᵗ ᶠⁱᶜ ᵃʰʰ"

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂: ᴺˢᶠᵂ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵃʰᵉᵃᵈ! ᶜᵃⁱᵗˡⁱⁿ ᶜˡᵃʳᵏ ˣ ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ, ᴸᵉˢᵇⁱᵃⁿ ᴾʰᵒⁿᵉ ˢᵉˣ.

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᵏⁱⁿᵈᵃ ˢʰᵒʳᵗ, ⁵⁷⁶ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ..ʸ'ᵃˡˡ ᴵ ᵍᵒᵗᵗᵃ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵒⁿ ᵐᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ˡᵒⁿᵍᵉʳ 🙏

𝙍𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙩'𝙨 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚: ᵁʰʰʰ, ᴵ ᵈⁱᵈ ⁱⁿᵈᵉᵉᵈ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵉᵃᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵒⁿᵉ, ᴵ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ᵐʸ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ʷʳⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ⁱᵗ (ˢᵒʳᵗᵃ) ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ᴵ ˡᵒˢᵗ ᵐʸ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰ ᵃˢ ᵃ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉʳ ᵉˢᵖᵉᶜⁱᵃˡˡʸ ʷⁱᵗʰ ˢᵐᵘᵗ.. (ᴵ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ᴿⁱᵛᵉʳᵈᵃˡᵉ ᶠᵃⁿ ᶠⁱᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵒⁿ ʷᵃᵗᵗᵖᵃᵈ ˢᵒᵒ ᵘʰʰʰʰʰ..) ᴴᵒᵖᵉᶠᵘˡˡʸ ʸᵒᵘ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸ ᵗʰⁱˢ. ᴬᵈᵛⁱᶜᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵀⁱᵖˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗˡʸ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉⁿᶜᵒᵘʳᵃᵍᵉᵈ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐʸ ᵈᵐˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵒᵖᵉⁿ!

"Hi, baby.." the sound of Caitlin’s sultry voice was like nothing ever before, so intoxicating yet so grounding. "Oh, I'm sorry! Did I wake you? I just reallyyyy miss you and was hoping we could talk.." you say fiddling with the drawstring of your satin shorts. 

Caitlin was no Einstein but it wouldn't take Einstein to figure out what you wanted. Her. 

"No, it's fine. You know I really miss you too"

"I was just thinking about you," you say, your voice a breathy whisper. "About how your hands feel on my skin, how your lips taste..."

Caitlin laughs, a soft, melodic sound that sends shivers down your spine. "You're making me blush, baby."

"Good," you murmur, feeling a mischievous grin spread across your face. "I like to see you blush."

"So, what were you doing before I called?" she asks, her voice dropping to a seductive purr.

 “I was just lying in bed, thinking about you,” you reply, your voice soft and seductive. “I couldn’t sleep, knowing you were out there, somewhere.”

Caitlin’s breath hitches, and you can almost picture her, lying in her own bed, thinking about you too. “What do you want me to do, baby?” she asks, her voice low and sultry.

You bite your lip, considering your words carefully. “I want you to touch yourself,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. “I want to hear you, know that you’re thinking about me too.”

Caitlin gasps, but you can hear the desire in her voice as she responds. “Okay, baby. You know im down, but only if you are too.”

You agree, your heart racing at the thought of what you’re about to do. “Okay,” you say, your voice shaking slightly. “I will.”

As you both start to touch yourselves, the phone line becomes a conduit for your intimacy. You can hear Caitlin’s breath catch, can imagine her fingers moving over her body, you can hear her pornagraphic moans, and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced. 

You match her rhythm, your own breath hitching as you touch yourself. You’re both lost in the moment, the connection between you growing stronger with every passing second.

“Caitlin,” you moan, your voice filled with desire. “I’m so close.”

“Me too, baby,” she responds, her voice equally filled with longing. “I want to hear you, baby. I want to hear you come for me.”

You don’t need any more encouragement. With a final moan, you let yourself go, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave. You can hear Caitlin’s own moans of pleasure, and you know she’s there with you, in this moment of pure intimacy.

As the moment passes, you both fall silent, your breaths slowing as you come down from your high. You can hear the smile in Caitlin’s voice as she speaks.

“That was amazing, baby,” she says, her voice soft and filled with affection.

“Yeah, it was,” you agree, a contented smile on your face. “I miss you so much.”

“I miss you too, baby,” Caitlin responds. “But we’ll see each other soon. I promise.”

You agree, your heart filled with warmth and love for this woman who’s captured your heart. “I can’t wait,” you say, your voice filled with longing.

[our-happygirl500-fan]

Various pieces of information from the Rise Q&A back in July 

1. When asked how the Turtles got their names in Rise it was said that back when Splinter was Lou Jitsu he travelled the world & developed a love for the Italian Renaissance & it’s art

This might have possibly been hinted at in the show as during the episode Al Be Back, Splinter was shown singing opera when trying to convince his sons to let him join their band.

2. Big Mama’s Assistant was stated to be one of the Turtle’s missing siblings & there were plans to name her after a female artist with Frida Kahlo possibly being the artist Big Mama’s Assistant would have been named after

The Turtles were supposed to figure out that Big Mama’s Assistant was related to them after various encounters with Big Mama, her personality is said to be ‘so disciplined & serious to the point where it is funny’.

3.  The Turtles had always had the potential for mystic powers & the mystic weapons that they took from Draxum acted as a catalyst & conduit to activating them

The Turtles are said to have had their mystic abilities inherently but needed something to help unlock them.

4. When asked about Mayhem it was admitted that Mayhem’s teleport ability was tricky to use due to easily being able to get the Turtles out of any serious situation

However it was stated that it could of been fun to see Mayhem go on seperate adventures similar to Perry the platypus in Phineas & Ferb.

5. When asked about the Raph & Casey friendship which can be seen in other iterations in TMNT it was said that though Raph & Casey didn’t get the chance to interact that much in the show they would actually make ‘the perfect pair’ if they had gotten to spend time together.

6. It was stated that after the Krang were sealed away the Turtles crashed & needed recovery time

7. After the events of the movie the public become slightly more aware of the existence of the Turtles

It was said that there would be a divide between people who feared & people who supported mutants & that the Turtles would have to work to maintain their reputation as heroes

8. When asked about if the Turtles had favourites when it came to their brother it was stated that Mikey was most likely Raph’s favourite & that Leo had a soft spot for Donnie & that Leo, Mikey & Donnie all look up to Raph

Mikey, Donnie & Leo: Raph! Raph! Raph!

9. When asked about Future Mikey & why he looked so much older in the future it was stated that the more powerful you Ninpo & Mystic energy are the more potential the powers have to drain whoever is using them

10. When asked about the heights of the future Turtles it was stated that due to his powers draining him Mikey had shrunk slightly but the Future version of Raph had been over 6ft 6 & the Future Version of Donnie had been slightly taller that Future Leo.

11. Casey Junior is said to have lost Cassandra when he was rather young & only has brief memories of her & that he was mostly raised by the Future version of Leo.

12. When asked about Splinter’s mystic abilities it was stated that he could do anything any of the Turtles could do if he tried

We’ve have briefly seen this when Splinter used Leo’s odachi to make portals but it also possibly means that Splinter could have also possibly replicated some of Raph, Donnie & Mikey’s abilities as well.

13. If there had been a cross over episode with Rise the 2012 Turtles were the Turtles most likely to be used due to many of the people who worked on Rise having also worked on the 2012 cartoon as well

Mikey’s powers are said to open up the possibility for cross overs with other universes

14. When asked about the Rat King it was stated he could have possibly been an extremely powerful Yokai

15. It was stated that Leo & Donnie both got their confidence from Splinter while Raph inherited his courage & sense of duty 

It was also stated that Mikey can tell that Splinter misses his old family & works to keep the family together

[pink-ninja]

Dragons rising s2 part 2 spoilers and a bit of a rant about arin

Honestly I could rant about it for a long time but to me Arin acted just so selfishly this entire half of the season, I get it, he wants to find his parents, but he's not the only one who lost someone important to them.

It made me so mad that he threw a fit and ignored Sora for half the episodes cause she "lied to him about his object spinjitzu" like no Arin, the world was at stake and nobody could afford for you to miss that throw, she didn't tell you about it because your self confidence in your skills was low and she didn't want to make it worse. And don't get me started on him thinking that Lloyd promised Arin they'd find his parents but haven't yet after he heard Lloyd promising Nya they'd go look for Jay after the tournament.

I get the ninja are arin's idols, but sometimes it seems like he forgets the ninja are way more than what the public sees, etc all the stuff they did before they got famous, how they were super young when they became ninja. And Lloyd from the very start told Arin he couldn't be their master, that he wasn't good enough to be one, he agreed to be their teacher but constantly insisted they need master Wu, obviously he couldn't give them the best training from the start because he'd never trained anyone and was just trying to use Wu's old teachings because that's how all the other ninja were taught. Lloyd never lied to Arin and gave him false promises (like Wu telling Morro he'd be the green ninja) he told Arin he has amazing potential, Lloyd never said he was some amazing teacher, he was transparent about his doubts from the start. But in my opinion Arin is still idolizing the ninja, and obviously they can't do everything at once like finding arin's parents, Lloyd mentioned from the very start they still didn't know everything about the new merged realms or how the merge happened. Plus Arin isn't the only one who lost someone, Zane is still missing pixal, wyldfyre misses Kai, Nya is clearly distraught over Jay, I'm sure they'd want nothing more than to go out looking for the people they care about, but they don't because they know they a responsibility to keep the world safe (as asked of them by a source dragon who went down to the mortal world specifically to ask them)

My other beef with Arin is after the ghost of sensei Wu appeared, he asked if sensei Wu was responsible for the merge, Wu said yes, Arin then proceeds to tell Lloyd in the middle of a pretty chaotic fight where one of the five has pretty much all the elemental powers, we can tell Lloyd is shocked by the information, but he quickly burries those thoughts because he knows he has to focus on the current situation. Even Zane tells Arin it's a lot to process, Arin should know that they have to stop the 5 and protect the source dragons but instead he chooses to hold a grudge against Lloyd for focusing on their current situation instead of something nobody can change, especially at the current moment, and then chooses to side with Ras, even after everything Ras had done to them in the past, just because Ras told him part of the truth, Arin didn't take a moment to wonder if Ras was hiding something else, because he's after the source dragons and then says he only trusts Ras now. Like I get it Arin wants to find his parents, but Lloyd never forced Arin to become a ninja, Arin started calling Lloyd his master, Arin was the one that wanted to train to be a ninja first

And maybe I'm a little biased cause Lloyd is my favorite (but I also love jaya so if Nya could pause her search for Jay because she knows she's needed elsewhere) Arin should be able to understand that the ninja's first priority is to keep the world safe, one of lloyd's biggest priorities since a bunch of things about the merge are tied to his grandfather and the source dragons (plus he's the conduit) and that even if they wanted to the ninja can't just drop everything and search the entire merged realms for arin's parents.

Like I want nothing more than to give Arin a well needed lecture about how he is the one that wanted to join the ninja in the first place and honestly he could've easily told Lloyd "hey I'm leaving on a journey to go find my parents because unlike you, finding my parents is my top priority, not saving the world"

I know I've got a long rant but ever since I finished the last episode of season 2 it's been on my mind, and of course this is just a personal opinion

[netegf]

deviance

pairing: neteyam x reader

“Here, these are for you.”

Neteyam drops seven painted shells in the palm of your hand with half a breath of air still beating against his rib cage. Under this sun, and this stroke of wind, he is warm-cheeked, pliant. Blue skin making a conduit to the sky. Clouds always coming down to meet him. The energy of sequence.

“For me?” You press him, teeth digging into your cheeks to stop the smile. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

For a moment, the air in his lungs deflates. He drops his hand from its bashful solace behind his neck, and brings his arms down in a sweeping motion.

“It was nothing!” He jumps. “I-I get them all the time… for Lo’ak.”

Neteyam feels the strangeness of his words taking a toll on every muscle in his face. Gulping, quickly, he adds to the pause, “… to give to Tsireya.”

Under the emotional labours of being future Olo'eyktan, Neteyam keeps his tenderness. With you, he is all soft eyes and shaking lips, much like the Mangrove trees surrounding the edge of the reef. Emerged in the salts, but taking only the freshwater. Making a way for themselves.

You want to giggle at the way his body sways awkwardly. He is so honourable, even when painfully embarrassed. You remind yourself to save the niceties for later.

Somewhere faraway, there is a mother gleaning. From that same meddlesome place, a deviance erupts – though for Neteyam’s sake, it is not quite far enough.

Your lips stretch into a straight line, eyes hardening. In sequence.

“So, I am like Lo’ak?” The words hit his ears at an angle that makes his brow tighten. So preposterous, the quick flow of blood through the vessels draining to his cute, pointed ears makes the sound of a cicada, makes it hard to notice your sly smile.

“No!” Jumping, again. “No! That’s not what I meant, a-at all!”

Closing your hand gently around the pretty little shells – curved and conch, with ridges you are so tempted to run your fingers over –  a sweet-sounding laugh escapes your lips and Neteyam, brazen heart first swelling at the sound, stiffens.

“I see.” He mumbles with pouted lips. Like you’d stitched an open wound with wire. “You play with me.”

He does not miss the way your pupils dilate. Or even more pitiful, how your body lurches forward to chase his as he slowly steps back. Taking his warmth with him. Your ears are ringing so loud, Awa’atlu briefly becomes the size of the space between you, amiss of its burbling flora and fauna. It is only him.

You are dejected.

Luckily, Neteyam is deviant. Fingernails make half-moons in his palm to stop the baritone in his chest that harbors only some guilt, as he shoots you a glance that makes your soul take another body next to you.

“You let my mouth run.” He says sharply. Then he draws his large warm hand over his chest, “and my heart race.”

There are few words for the feeling that are not physical.

It is sand in the lungs. Gravel. Asphalt.

A sediment core from Pandora’s ocean. Burning.

Antiseptic on a chest gash, but without that moment of cool relief, so septic – burning.

He is upset. He wasn’t supposed to get upset.

“No!” You yelp, grabbing the hand that lies over his heart and pulling him abruptly into your body.

Colliding. Together. Comets always seem to miss, but not this time.

“No?”

The smugness is abhorrent.

You groan incessantly and Neteyam barks out a laugh that makes things only slightly better; the satisfaction of whistling with your tongue and teeth. Probably makes the intertidal wider, too.

“I hate you.” You grumble, but whining and Neteyam’s chest are a sacred destiny. He clicks his tongue and so gently tugs at your hair to make you look up at him.

“Should I take the shells back?” He baits, then rolls his eyes with effect when you aggressively shake your head.

“You can’t, I’m making a necklace with them as we speak.”

In your head, you’re sticking your tongue out.

“Oh, you are?” He obliges you. There must be clouds surrounding you both. Neteyam always obliges you.

Now, he wants to kiss you, too.

Your hands jump to the warm expanse on Neteyam’s neck as he leans in to strike a match on your lips with his own. Those lips, plush, soft, and somehow more teasing than his words. He sucks at your lower lip, taking advantage of your momentarily lapse of brain power to make good use of his tongue. Suddenly, cold feels hot, and the shoreline is fire. Not many enter a star and live to tell the tale.

For just a second, he breaks the press of his lips. Breathing so hard the air feels solid, proving once again his least favourite state of matter. His hands creep down from their place on your cheeks, and jaw, nimble fingers leaping forward to play at your neckline.

A whisper, taunting. “The necklace is very beautiful.”

He makes a silent plea that you do not send a punch to his chest, but Neteyam is a smart boy.

He knows deviance is not so well-rewarded.

[kyoshi-lesbians]

i had a dream where there were 2 "missing scene" katara / azula fight scenes in the series and one was set in one of the poles, it was early in the series and katara wasn't a master waterbender yet (dream logic didn't specify which pole, waking logic puts her bending level + setting as when the gaang has gotten to the North pole but not inside the capital city / no training with pakku). and a key theme of the fight was like. katara's ability to Have Fun with her bending even while azula was trying to kill her. azula was like what's wrong with you, how are you managing to enjoy this, I'm going to kill you. and katara was like laughing cus she loved bending so much and the fight was exhilarating! katara was surfing the ice and azula surfing fire melting the ice and it was visually paralleling their final battle. and azula couldn't beat katara surrounded by her own element, azula was retreating, katara had won. but then. katara grabbed aang's hand and the ocean spirit moved thru her to aang (a la moon spirit fish type of conduit) and he pushed a huge wave of water & ice back towards azula. not enough to hurt her. just enough for katara to prove she could. immediately after aang was like. wtf katara please don't do that to me again (turn his body into a conduit for terrifying power that she controlled without aaaaany warning beforehand, for the slightest of reasons). and katara giggled. i think this might be the way katzula could win but like. with a katara thats slightly to the left and an azula that hits her breakdown early.

[imperial-agent]

Out of pure curiosity, what do you think is missing from Halsin's story?

after writing it all down, i realized it's not just what's missing but also what's broken, inconsistent and shallow about Halsin, hopefully that still answers your question :)

his backstory in the underdark comes out of nowhere and is never again brought up!! it is, in fact, brushed off as just some silly goofy thing that happened to him once!! hihi haha i was a sex slave for two years. im so embarrased to tell you this, tav haha anyways how about round two with the twins ??? while im standing speechless mouth agape struggling to process the story he just told me. to say it was written and handled poorly is putting it mildly

he is shown to be a shrewd person (with his francesca choice for the new archdruid back in emerald grove) so expand on that! show that he's more than just a pile of muscles! show me he's cunning and has bite! there's so much political intrigue in act 3, have him comment on it, on gortash's plan, have Halsin compare it to some other people/events that happened in the past and how they mirror what's currently happening in baldur's gate, my dude is 3 50, he's seen some shit im sure, even living in the forest the news would reach him so no excuses

he's so closely tied to act 2 i have no clue why he's locked off as a companion till you find daniel (which on my first playthrough was just before attack on moonrise, that almost made my blood boil bc not even 2 hours later orin snatched him up??? and i was like?? ok?? she took who? i barely know the guy?). i think he's too tight-lipped about what happened all those years ago with the shadowcurse and i would have loved to hear more about it (like the implication of him killing isobel and the conflict with the thorms)

I need him to be the biology/nature expert equivalent to Gale with his weave expertise. he should have more to say about the worms!! he should be studying you under the microscope the entire game!!!! literally bring back all the missing EA halsin dialogue!! i should be able to drag his ass into the underdark!!! I WANT HIS KNOWLEDGE! I WANT IT TO BRING BACK BAD MEMORIES! expand on drows and their culture in this game by using halsin as the conduit that tells you everything he learned from spending his time here!! so maybe that info dump in act 3 about him being a slave wouldn't come out of nowhere

i refuse to believe he'd have nothing to say about the elder brain after seeing it. i want him to be absolutely repulsed, terrified but also intrugied by the mindflayer colony under moonrise, i want him to cautiously study every nook and cranny there and offer his insight

absolutely baffled he won't say anything to that one dragonborn druid back in baldur's gate that is trying to keep a tree alive???? for all his distain for the cities he sure is quiet here, seeing nature failing in the middle of it while a guy is desprately trying to keep it alive. maybe make it so these two actually manage to turn this spot into something more beautiful, a lush tree in the middle of a concrete road that attracts people who come over to relax in its shade

if they bring up his hatred of the city life, why not let me turn him into a full on shadow druid (which is already hinted on during one of the conversations with him in act 3), kind of how you can keep shadowheart a shar worshipper or steer her toward selune. plant some seeds of his loathing back in act 2, how nature had to be sacrificed because people had delusions of grandure (the elder brain plot and the thorms) etc

besides wanting to cure the shadowcurse and enjoying whittling there's nothing more to this guy. after the curse is lifted all he's got are the ducks.............. once he'll mention he doesn't like the city life. okay, you've been on this earth good 350 years, my guy, you know how cities are don't act surprised

an alternative ending is missing, you should be able to go with him

personally, i think his personality is missing because he is too flat and frankly, boring. he is too agreeable even if you're a meanie to others. just as long as you don't kill innocents he's a ride or die. it's not his fault of course, he's just badly written, too surface level. which is a terrible shame bc i'm so in love with him but i'd like to fall for his personality too. once there's a fleshed out one. so it's quite hard to speculate on what's missing about a guy there's barely any information on in-game tho :'(

[whinlatter]

Plss do 5, 22 and 14 for Lily again. I just love her so much😅

5. Best personality trait

one of the things that i’ve always found striking in lily’s letter to sirius in DH is both how immediately warm she comes across, but also how brimming with emotion she is. the ‘thank you, thank you, for harry’s birthday present’ is this lovely, affectionate, slightly dramatic opener. the letter is obviously desperately sad - especially with hindsight - but it’s also emotionally confessional (she ‘cried all evening’ when she heard about the McKinnons), gossipy (‘it seems impossible to believe that dumbledore was ever really friends with grindelwald. i think bathilda’s mind is going, personally’), even spiteful (‘no complaints’ about harry smashing petunia’s vase). her love and concern for james is all over the letter, but so is her concern for peter (‘i thought he seemed down’). even the act of writing the letter and conveying to his godfather how much harry loved his present shows her concern for sirius, too, wanting to make him a part of the moment he missed. i think what i like about it is that if even the letter isn’t a completely truthful insight into lily’s feelings about being in hiding — she doesn’t describe her likely feelings of fear for harry, although we get this little hint about frustrations told through james, and mention of dumbledore having the cloak — it does still give a portrait of a character who feels her feelings deeply and brims with emotion. it’s particularly striking because it also is a rare lapse from jkr’s usual (clumsy, unjust) female characterisations in the series, where female characters are condemned for being gossipy or melodramatic or are rewarded in the narrative for being stoic. that lily ‘cried all evening’ over the mckinnons’ deaths is so indicative of a character who wasn’t yet war-weary (never had a chance to be), so did grief in a very open, unabashed way, and i just love that.

(it also shows how harry, the stoic/emotionally repressed young man, is a function more of his upbringing rather than his parents’ personalities - james is an open book in what little we see of him in canon, and lily clearly was effusive, chatty, heart on her sleeve and had her many emotions right there at the surface. it gives a glimpse of what harry could have been, or could still be, in peacetime. that harry immediately cries when he reads lily’s letter for the first time is this lovely little moment of aspects of the mother coming through in the usually very tightly-wound, repressed son.)

14. Most heroic moment

aside from the - er - canonically lauded and obvious, it’s got to be her joining the order straight out of school, especially as a muggleborn. to put herself at that level of personal risk for a resistance movement age eighteen as a member of a socially marginalised persecuted group is a major slay. lily likely had only been close with the marauders for a year at most (assuming going out with james was the conduit for those friendships, which it seems in canon like it was). so we can assume that she had her own political awakening and her interest in resistance politics wasn’t limited to her association with james and the gang. and i think that is Cool!

22. Best physical feature

if people were still banging on about how gorgeous my eyes were after i’ve been in the ground for a decade i’d be pretty chuffed, let me tell ya! people were falling over themselves/slamming the brakes/stopping traffic/climbing over barbed wire fences to tell lily’s son he had her eyes. those must have been some gorgeous peepers. also you know that hair was fire. that glossy dark red — whew! the potters are a haircare dynasty, remember. they know luscious locks when they see them. it had body, it had volume, it had magic of its own — lily evans’ hair was the moment ❤️‍🔥

[bunnidarling]

Beautiful sketch of my boy getting his drunken flirt on with daddy by the incredible @evaporatingvoid

Except from Chapter 14: "The Hero":

Despite exhaustion, Averyll flitted around camp like a little hummingbird. He never stayed too long with anyone in particular, but made sure to share as much cheer as he could at each stop. All of the tieflings were getting deep into their revels, cups flowing and music filling the air. He even played a few duets with Alfira, the sad tiefling he helped finish her song back at The Grove. Playing his viola and raising up his voice in song with someone else felt wonderful.

It had been a solid age since he had last done it. Of course his viola was the conduit for his magic, so he used it constantly in battles, but had hardly touched it at all for pleasure. He didn’t realize how much he had missed it. Everyone except Wyll seemed to be enjoying the party; he chose to keep to himself and stare out over the water. Averyll checked on him just to let him know he was missed, but Wyll waved him off and Averyll left him to his contemplation. Everyone had some kind of comment about how ‘cozy’ Averyll and Astarion had become. Was it that obvious?

After a couple more rousing songs, Averyll allowed another tiefling to fill his cup and he approached Halsin, who had stationed himself at the back of camp and appeared to be enjoying himself as an observer. As soon as Averyll approached the large druid waved him off, deep voice booming. 

“Go on! Don’t waste a night like this talking to me. We’ll talk about your problem tomorrow.” 

Averyll’s face and the tips of his ears were already flushed with drink. He raised his glass, “I was hoping you might share a drink with me! To celebrate!” 

Halsin chuckled, “In truth I rarely imbibe. The stuff goes straight to my head. Before you know it I’ll be breaking into song or declaring love to the first person I laid eyes on.” He gestured to him and Averyll felt his mouth go dry. 

Gods he’s so big. And that voice. So deep. Fuck. His eyes went a bit dreamy as he listened. He had to be at least a full head taller than Averyll. If I stepped closer my face would nestle right in the center of his ample, muscular chest. 

Averyll gave his most charming grin, “I fail to see the problem with either of those things.” 

Halsin just laughed, “Then you’ve never heard my singing. Which makes you very fortunate.” 

“Perhaps there’s something else you’d rather do?...” Averyll’s eyes smoldered up at the elder druid, his desire naked on his face. 

Halsin’s voice dropped just a bit, and something flashed in his own eyes that gave Averyll the impression that he was receptive to his less than subtle flirting. “I’m sure there are. You strike me as someone rather…” His eyes narrowed slightly and for a split moment Averyll felt he was but a deer before the mighty bear. “... Resourceful .” Averyll felt his trousers tighten around his growing bulge. 

“But,” Halsin continued, popping Averyll’s little bubble of hope, “There are many grateful people here who want to spend time with you. I must not keep you all to myself. As enjoyable as that may be.”

Oh. Oh. Yes it would be enjoyable. I’d make certain of that.

“Go on!” Halsin continued, gesturing with his large hands, “Enjoy yourself. Seek some wine before it runs dry. There are lots of thirsty people around her.” 

Averyll swallowed. He was certainly one of those thirsty people. Gods.

[delta-gambit-au]

[[BREATHING IN — BREATHING OUT]]

"When I close my eyes, darkness is all what I see. When I take a breath, you fill up my lungs. If my mind worked backwards just for a minute, I'd hold onto you before the memory is gone. I remember you. You always made me stronger. You always lifted my spirit… I remember how we felt alive together… I remember… remember…" — A broken puppet

I had this image stuck in my head since I returned from the hospital the other day. Just Spam going through his nightmares.

The lotus flower was always considered as "the incorruptible soul" because it could grow on the most mucky of ponds and still stand tall over all the surrounding filth without a single blot marring its beauty. The blue lotus in particular was considered a conduit to communicate with the gods above and beyond, with a brilliant sun-like burst radiating from the centre of the flower.

That's how Spam regards Sears in his mind, his star in the middle of the abyss, a saint that has adopted a largely broken toy loaded with a heavy burden of internal pathos that not even Spam can comprehend himself. Why is he so broken? Why he deserves the pity of others? Why darkness will never leave him in peace? Why he is in love? Why he even exists?

((sharing some prototype script loosely related to the picture, if anybody is interested -- it's long and you don't need to read it to enjoy the picture anyway -- please tell me if you like it or not if you decide to read it; feedback or your impressions are always appreciated))

Sears: You are shaking, Spam. Come here, don’t fret, don’t let the glitching to get worse… *embraces him*

Spam: I-I f-eel so awful-l inside — I-I can’t [brEaThe]- - *glitching and shedding graphical artefacts*

Sears: Hush, focus on my voice. *holds him firmly as if fearing he would disappear like those glitchy images* Now… After me... Breathing in…

Spam: Breathing out… *slowly*

Sears: Cut the strings…

Spam: That hold me down…

Sears: Breathing in...

Spam: Breathing out...

Sears: The walls are falling…

Spam: No more pressure…

Sears: Breathing in…

Spam: Breathing out…

Sears: *releases him softly* Better? *smiles*

Spam: *blinks* Thank you again. The glitching… *soughs* Is gone *relieved smile*

Sears: So we see. *pats him on the shoulder* Next time, when you get another of your crisis, just recite the mantra, all right?

Spam: I always do, but… It’s not the same when you are not here… *looks away*

Sears: I can’t be at home always, Spam. You need to make the effort to calm down the glitching bouts on your own.

Spam: I know… *feeling admonished*

Sears: Hmm… *thinking* Did you try to combine the mantra with your memory of me embracing you?

Spam: *blushes* In reality? No, never.

Sears: Then next time mix that mental feeling with the mantra, and I’m sure it will help you improve your efforts at calming down. *does a thumbs-up towards him*

Spam: … *looking embarrassed*

Sears: I got another idea to reinforce the mantra! *beams and graciously produces a clean blue handkerchief from their suit’s breast-pocket and hands it to him*

Spam: *taking the gift from them* Are you sure, Sears? Isn’t this yours?

Sears: *smiling* This thing is merely a decoration for the uniform, don’t think the others at the office will miss it. You can bet it will help you reinforce your focus on me while you control your anxiety. *holds his hands in a reassuring manner* I don’t want for you to feel so alone when I’m out working. Think of this item as an extension of myself if your glitching gets uncontrollable like recently. *taps friendlily the brow of their partner*

Spam: I’m grateful for this gift, Sears, really am. *gingerly feels the blue soft fabric between his fingers* Please, do not concern yourself too much for me while at work. I don’t wish to be a hindrance against your performance.

Sears: *beams* Not to worry! I know you have everything under control, and thus my mind is at peace while at the office. *arms crossed* By the by, what manner of event triggered this crisis? It’s been a long long while since you had something this bad. Did anything out of the ordinary happen?

Spam: Well… *rubs the back of the neck nervously*

Sears: At ease, Spam. I’m here, you can tell me everything and we’ll solve it together, as we always do. *winks*

Spam: Actually, I don’t think we will be able. *loosens the neck of his sweater with a finger* The chief was apprehended and the business we had together, was dismantled overnight… We lost everything… Nobody is picking up the calls... Everyone is gone and shut all communications… And it's already all over the newspapers... *defeatist expression*

Sears: Is that so? *surprised* That’s so awful… *pats his shoulder reassuringly* Don’t worry, I can provide for both of us even if you are jobless at the moment. *smiles*

Spam: N-no! I-I mean… I don’t want to be a burden to you. I must find a new job as soon as possible! *determined expression*

Sears: Of course, relax. You are free as well to find another one if that pleases you, but don’t you worry about our current budget. My promotion can cover for both of us, and enough to get some extra savings to boot. You really don’t have any need to work any more while under my roof. Take this day to relax, OK? You have been going through too much stress lately, and if it builds up you are going to get glitchy again.

Spam: Aye, I know, but… *frowns* I also want to give you something in exchange. It’s always you giving me stuff, but I can’t give you anything back if—

Sears: *interrupts him with a tender embrace* Your company is enough for me in this exchange, Spam. As long as you are provided, free and happy to do whatever you want, you don’t need to get out of your way to please me back with gifts. Your happiness has more value to me than 100 material gifts. Though, that doesn’t mean I dislike gifts, mind you. *winks and laughs*

Spam: *soughs* You are too kind to me, Sears… Too much… Still… I want to someday gift you something, for rescuing me from the Conglomerate. I owe you that one, to you and Joel and the others who pitched in to get me out of there... *folds the handkerchief carefully and tucks it in a pocket* It feels heavy inside of me to only receive and not be able to give something in return. It goes against my code of delivery... Makes me feel... Selfish…

Sears: At ease. *flicks his pointy white nose softly to snap him from his self-absorption* No more brooding. Let’s focus on the solutions. If finding a new job will allay your anxiety, what you had in mind? Something similar to the last one?

Spam: *phew* No. Don’t think an opportunity like that will ever present itself again. The Suburbs are no place to find something stable that doesn’t incur the wrath of the feds…

Sears: Indeed, their industry is very volatile nowadays, unfortunately. *shrugs* But you could try to find something similar within the boundaries of Cyber City proper. There must be a vacant out there that could take advantage of your "logistics", you know?

Spam: Actually… *ponders* I meant to take on a new trade. *hides face shyly with the postman hat*

Sears: Whatever it is, you know you have my full support and those of the others. If you want to aim for something new, I think Merit or Lafay can help us find you the material you need for your education. *nods encouragingly* What took your fancy?

Spam: *tosses the postman hat onto the sofa, landing it on top of the cat* I want to become a salesman, like you all! *happy grin*

Sears: *speechless*

MIKE: Mau? *waking up with the head covered by the hat*

[miminmimikyu]

Episode 7-8: so, one day after drinking that coffee + espresso abomination Dal thinks diving into a Borg transwarp conduit to save travel time is a good idea. And later starts admitting that he has a tendency to forget about everything else when there’s an important mission to focus on. Who does that remind me of?

So the death racing episode that disabled Zero is simultaneously a breather episode lmao

Of course the Kazon Maje wasn’t the big bad in this episode, that would ask for some unprecedented competence from them :’D love how so far they’ve been relegated to “child abductors for a despotic slaver” and now “doing kidnapping for a rogue ai that’s channeling world’s worst tutor”. Not even that really, this Maje pretty much is forced into an “NPC who makes you do a racing sidequest on pain of death” role.

Ohh I really love the personality swaps in the holograms! The voice acting is so good! Brett Gray’s version of Zero was so spot I had to go back a bit just to listen if it wasn’t actually Angus Imrie imitating Brett Gray’s voice @_@ Same for Angus Imrie’s Dal!! Rylee Alazraqui’s Jankom shouting at the Doc and Jason Mantzoukas’ Rok Takh being so sweet and innocent are so funny! Also, taking the Gwyn hologram out is such a convenient way to prevent Murf’s personality from talking

only just realising the Maj’el - Majel Barett name connection!!

Ovidia IV is so pretty and the designs of the corporeal non-corporeal aliens are so cool but it’s a trap it’s a trap it’s a trap, it’s giving me Star Trek TOS vibes of “Faustian bargain aliens” or “planet with a death ritual masquerading as a incredible party”.

After watching the whole episode, setting aside the scenes on Voyager-A, episode 8 really really felt so much like a TOS episode with a modern twist to me! It had the uncanny idyllic planet, the race of telepaths enthralled by their senses, the weird euphoric call to death, culty death festival, the inability to leave once you’ve made The Choice.. but then it has the emotional arc you see in NuTrek and also includes a beautiful, thrilling scene flying on top of the Nazamon (very Discovery). And obviously without the gruesome deaths and madness that would have accompanied a TOS episode. (Ok maybe TOS deaths aren’t that gruesome compared to Disco/Pic//SNw but when I was 9-10 and watching TOS repeats with my dad on Sunday afternoons against my will it was terrifying so that’s what in my brain now). And despite the weird vibes they weren’t actually bad people, just dangerously secretive.

Zero’s arc is also so interesting. Their desire to obtain corporeal body is such a contrast from S1 Zero, who waxed lyrical about life with other Medusans, how they miss it and how it’s like nothing the others can imagine. It figures that now they’re liberated from being a living torture device and have had time to spend so much time enjoying freedom with their corporeal friends, they are able to put into words something might be missing. The joy on their face and in their voice after the transfiguration was so sweet! Also I like these shots through Zero’s cracked visor

I think it’s also an interesting juxtaposition that the previous episode, which ended in Zero performing a self-sacrificial, disabling manoeuvre, started with the gang diving into a Borg transwarp conduit and Zero voicing discomfort (fear) at that. Zero did stop talking less about their Medusan physiology post-Borg encounter (also after injuring Gwyn?) iirc. There was that fear of hurting others just by being Medusan. But this episode talks about fear being an essential aspect of life (ok. corporeal life i guess). Also interesting that Prodigy is framing the corporeal/non-corporeal thing as a binary. I hope it's going to delve a little deeper into that and go a little more complex. I can't wait to see if Zero’s new body lasts and what its possible deterioration will mean for Zero and their feelings about living as a Medusan among humanoids.

Another thing that I like about this episode is that the gang only cares that Zero was properly informed about what choice they were making and that they were safe during the process. They are sure that Zero knows what’s best for Zero.

Poor Gwyn can't catch a break, even her hologram is traumatised now.

Can’t believe how strong this first half of the season is already. If season 1 is anything to go by it’s going to be a hell of a two parter for the midseason finale!!!!!

(I’m still in doubt about the Entity being a time-displaced Chakotay, because in the second message it called Janeway “Janeway” and not “Kathryn” or “Captain” or “Admiral”. Even if he was trying to hide his identity for timey wimey reasons I can’t imagine he’d call her just Janeway and not “vice admiral Kathryn Janeway” or some other more businesslike title.)

Oh no these posts are getting so long OTL

[sermna]

Found a printed draft of what SWOJ used to be back in... 2012?? I was 16 also so keep that in mind when you read the excerpts 🥸

There were so many more characters and it was about a string of teen suicides and Odelia acting as a conduit for an evil presence. (So I guess not that much different at its core lol) Much more "group of teens solve supernatural goings-on" tho

There was Rose and Odelia of course, but also Rose's brother Reese (Odelias original bf), Sloane (Rose's gf who got merged with Odelia), Donald (deaf except I did 0 research on how that would work or how I should write it) and a slew of other minor characters

I feel that the story is perfect how it is now but I do kinda miss the atmosphere of a bunch of teens hanging out lol

Also I thought Donald was a good name to revive before I really knew about the... other famous Donald 🙃

[the-broken-pen]

“If I help you learn this, you won’t do anything illegal with it, right?”

The villain shot them a dry look.

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t ask that question, and if it helps, you can pretend I gave a comforting answer.”

The book was soft like butter under the hero’s fingers, old and worn. There had been a lock around the cover, but that was easy enough to break off. It was a miracle the school kept any students at all out of the restricted section—but maybe that was the point.

The villain leaned over their shoulder, warm through the hero’s coat.

“You figured it out?”

“You asked me to, didn’t you?”

The villain snorted, reaching over to scoot the hero’s hand off a piece of the text.

“We’ll make a Baneswallow out of you yet.”

The use of the villain’s last name pulled a blush to the hero’s cheek, and they ducked their head. The villain’s family was—nice. Ostentatious, and well known, but they still smiled at the hero whenever the villain dragged them home for dinner. They looked at the hero like they were worth just as much as their own child, asked about their day like they were one of their own.

It was a kind of softness the hero didn’t have for themself.

“So. It’s mainly a concentration spell, which means you’ll need a conduit—“ they twisted around, and found the villain focused on them intently. “What?”

“Nothing.” They shook their head, stepping back. “I just forgot how happy you were.”

The hero’s brow furrowed. They closed the book.

“Are you okay?”

They reached for the villain, standing from their chair, and fell instead, the smell of metal permeating their nose, sharp on their tongue, down and down and down.

They slammed into wet concrete with a snap.

“Fuck,” the hero wheezed. It took them a moment to get enough breath to roll onto their back. They were dizzy, mind swirling as they tried to figure out where and when they were. The villain watched them closely. “A memory spell?” They asked as they sat up, head reeling. They massaged their temple with one hand. “Why?”

The villain shrugged one shoulder.

“I wanted answers.”

The hero swallowed, nauseous and sick with the bone deep out-of-place feeling that came with being thrown into a memory, especially one so old.

“Did you find them?”

“Yes.”

The silence was palpable, a fragile sort of thing the two of them never used to hold between them.

“How’s your family,” they tried, and the villain’s face darkened. “I haven’t seen them in a while.”

“They’re fine. They miss you,” the villain’s voice was quiet, but it was steeped with anger. “They’re proud of you, too.”

Their mouth went dry. “They’re proud of me?”

The villain scoffed. “Of course they are. Did you think they stopped caring when you stopped coming around?”

The hero didn’t have an answer for that.

“You really thought—“

“I didn’t think they’d appreciate my profession.”

The villain shrugged once more. “They don’t care too much about that. Plus, it’s you.”

It’s you? Like it was any sort of answer, like the hero was something the villain’s family held dear.

When they spoke again, the villain’s voice was hurt.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I always told you everything, you know that.”

“No,” the villain spat. “I thought I knew that. Then I found out that you—“ they broke off. “Why?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“It’s complicated,” the villain seethed. “That’s what you said. It’s complicated.”

The hero went cold.

“It is,” they rasped.

The villain turned away, hands shaking with unspent anger.

“It’s complicated is what you say when your parents don’t believe in magic. It’s complicated is when you aren’t speaking, or when they don’t accept you, or when they’re divorced. It’s complicated is not what you tell your best friend when your parents are brutally murdered.”

For a moment, they couldn’t breathe.

“Villain—“

“You could have told me.”

“I didn’t know how,” their voice was sharper than they had intended, and the villain froze. “What, you think it’s easy to tell someone, someone you love, that your parents died in the worst way possible? That you found them? You think I should have just said it over breakfast one day, like it was nothing?”

“I think you should have let us support you—“

“Shut up,” the hero hissed, and the villain did. “You still have your family at home. They’re wonderful, and they care, and they love you. I don’t have that. I haven’t had that for a long time. So stop telling me what I should have done, when you’ve never had to do it.”

They were wearing the villain’s coat, from all those years ago. The villain’s mother had given it to them on the way out the door, tucked it around them and whispered “keep it,” one winter break. They had wanted to keep that feeling of belonging, too, but the hadn’t. They wondered if the villain recognized it.

“They love you too,” They murmured, and the hero just stared at them. “To them, you were always just another child of theirs.”

“What?”

“They ask about you,” the villain continued. “All the time. Ever since graduation. Dad keeps all your newspaper clippings. Mom hasn’t given me a moments rest ever since she found out, asks me to invite you for dinner every time she sees that we’re fighting again.”

The hero was going to vomit, or cry, or both.

“Stop it.”

“Why,” the villain challenged. “It’s true. They miss you.”

They were a breath away from the hero, and the hero didn’t know when it had happened, or when they had stood from the ground.

“I miss you,” the villain whispered, and then, the hero did cry.

“I was worried you’d never look at me the same.” It wasn’t a sob, but it was close.

“What way is that?”

“Like I’m something more than a tragedy.”

The villain smiled something soft.

“You are a tragedy. But you’ve always been my favorite.”

The hero swayed, and then they were tucked into the villain’s neck.

The villain hushed them, arms tight, and it felt like childhood.

“My parents are dead,” they murmured into the villain’s neck, and this time, they just hummed.

“Mom is making Alfredo,” they said quietly, and the hero didn’t move.

“She still makes that?”

“You told her it was the best thing you’d ever had, once.”

“I remember.”

The villain held them closer, like they were memorizing them.

“Let’s go home,” the villain breathed. “Please.”

Home. Because that’s what it was, wasn’t it? Somewhere between starting school and ending it, they had become something more than just the villain’s friend.

Somewhere between starting the academy and eating Alfredo, they had become a Baneswallow.

“Okay,” the hero whispered. “Okay.”

With a snap of magic, they were gone.

[yevasxvoid]

Clouds Hidden Beneath The Sun - [Yuta Okkotsu x Reader]

Chapter 3: I can't hold back my tears

Y/n hopped out her window and quietly glided down the side of the building. She remembered the angle of the cameras, and moved behind the bushes and shrubs to conceal herself. In the morning, when the security guards looked at the cameras, they would assume the movement to be from a small animal.

She stood in front of Principal Yaga’s office and held a cursed weapon up to the door. The plan was to complete a reverse cursed energy spell concealed by the cursed weapon, and disable the alarm system. 

It appeared like there would be no need for that because someone had visited before she did. She stepped foot into the empty room nonetheless, and hid in a corner to survey the room. There was no presence of anything else, 'Just look at what you came for and leave.'

Y/n made quick work of all the locked documents. Her gloved fingers moved with haste and caution to put everything back the way she found it. Her heart almost stopped in her chest when she found her family’s case file.

Kerugi Fujino, Male, age 40. Status; deceased.

Murdered two members of the higher ups. Their bodies are missing. Kidnapped daughter, Y/n Fujino and attempted to use her body as a conduit for a curse—-most likely killed by daughter.

Mrs. Fujino, Female, age 37. Status, missing criminal.

Y/n Fujino, Female, 15, Status, Alive.

Innocence vouched by Gojo Satoru. Suspected of being an accomplice. Possibly a cursed vessel.

Y/n had thoroughly read everything, and put it back exactly where it was in the cabinet. ‘Satoru figured I’d come looking.’ She locked all the drawers that were closed, and quickly made her way out the office. She took the longer way back to her open dorm room. 

“Y/n?” Okkotsu was outside too. 

“Okkotsu,” Y/n had been avoiding him. This was their first time interacting with each other outside of class in days. “Why are you out here?”

“Gojo-sensei told me to keep an eye on you,” He didn’t bother lying. 

 “..Have fun with that.”

“Hold on,” He held her wrist.

“Let go..” Y/n saw his eyes glance behind her before he yanked her into a narrow passageway between two buildings. Satoru walked past them with a smirk on his face. Y/n gave Yuta a side eye and rolled them away from him. Her anger was possibly being misdirected.

“Did I do something wrong?” He asked.

“I don’t want to talk about this.”

“We’ll be sent on missions together again, you can’t avoid me forever.”

“That’s the problem. I shouldn’t need to be sent on missions with you!” Y/n snapped, “I was doing just fine when I was solo…” 

Yuta’s lips pressed together in a thin line, eyes softened and brows furrowed. He began to speak. 

“I didn’t mean it like that…” Y/n felt guilty. “I’m sorry, that was a shitty thing to say. I really didn’t mean it.”

“You were right, let’s just talk another time.” His expression was blank, “Sorry for bothering you.” He walked away.

Y/n felt so bad. Anxiety weighed on her chest the entire night. She couldn’t sleep without thinking about how much trouble she’s caused Yuta in the last few weeks. It was hard to look him in the eye before, but now she feared that he might not want to speak with her at all. The next morning, class was canceled because Satoru was out on a mission. Yuta was nowhere to be seen. 

Someone knocked on Y/n’s door. It was Maki, “What did you do to make Yuta look like a kicked puppy?” 

“..I was a bitch.”

“Nothing new,” Maki shrugged. “Anyways, I have a favor to ask.” She stepped aside. “Would you do babysitting duty for me?” 

Fushiguro stood in the hallway with his usual irritated expression. “Megumi!” Y/n embraced him, “You’ve gotten so much taller since the last time I saw you.”

He hugged her back and observed her, “You’re different.” 

“Is that a bad thing?” She teased. “Can’t I be happy to see my little sorcerer-in-training?”

“That’s not what I meant,” He said. 

“Then what did you mean?” Y/n pinched his cheek and he swatted it away. 

“You’ve got this taken care of, later.” Maki walked off. 

“…Did something happen? Why are you here so suddenly? You look more tense than usual…” Y/n asked now that Maki was gone. 

“Tsumiki isn’t doing well…she’s been cursed.” His fists clenched. “I feel useless.” 

“I get it, honestly.” She put a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sure you’ve heard of all the shit that’s gone down with my family recently…but, it’s part of being a sorcerer, I guess. Wanna go ice fishing?”

Fushiguro agreed. 

-

He had never done it before, and Y/n had only gone once with Gojo. Neither of them expected to catch any fish.

“You had an argument with Okkotsu?” Megumi asked.

“Yeah, I was a little mean.”

“Didn’t you try to kill him at the Goodwill Event?”

“Not exactly. I just pushed his limits a bit, and I apologized for that a while ago.”

“Are you threatened that he’ll take your spot as second strongest?”

“..What makes you think that?”

“You’re competitive.” Megumi saw that she was annoyed with his honesty. “You were also mean to me when we first met.”

“It’s different though, with Okkotsu I actually feel bad about it.”

“Maybe you have feelings for him then.”

“I caught something!” Y/n saw her fish line moving and she reeled it in hastily. 

Megumi burst out laughing, “ITS TRASH!!”

Neither of them caught anything. They got food on the way back to the school, Y/n paid for it.

–

The next day Y/n went to class, and there was still tension between her and Okkotsu. 

“Good Morning class, I have news today~” Gojo entered.

“What is it?” Panda asked.

“Y/n and Okkotsu will have to shovel the courtyard as punishment for sneaking out at night together!”

Everyone’s eyes pierced into the both of them, and Y/n only stared ahead at the board. 

‘Damn you sensei,’ They thought in unison.

They both shoveled the courtyard in silence. At the end, Y/n sat next to him.

“Yuta,” Y/n broke the silence. “Wanna talk?” 

“Sure, if you want to.” 

“..I misdirected my anger at you earlier, and you didn’t deserve that at all. I was avoiding you after my death because I felt embarrassed, that’s what I meant to say earlier but it sounded more like I was insulting you.”

“I’m sorry I made you feel that way,” He was so earnest. 

“You didn’t cause it.”

“No, I did have you on a pedestal,”

“Everyone has an unrealistic expectation of me.”

“It’s an unfair expectation on you.”

“You’ll understand what it’s like soon.”

“Sounds like a threat,” Yuta teased.

Y/n chuckled for the first time in a while.

“Are you laughing with me or at me?” 

Y/n burst into laughter for the first time in a while. Tears were in the corner of her eyes when she finally calmed down, “Don’t worry about it.”

[enigmaticxbee]

XF Rewatch Series - Fic Recs

When you want to remember how it all was (or series-spanning fics that didn’t fit into my season by season lists):

Episode by Episode Rewatch Series:

TXF: Scenes in Between by @scullywolf - missing scenes for every episode through season 9!

201 Days of X Files by @30xf - through season 4

The FBI’s Most Unwanted by @leiascully - through season 3

All Eyes Lead to the Truth by @admiralty-xfd @fridaysat9 @monikafilefan @gaycrouton - third person perspectives on each episode, WIP currently through season 2

219 by @freckleslikestars - smutty fic for every episode, currently though Jersey Devil, NSFW

First Time, Every Time by @phillippadgettwrites - first time fic for every episode, currently through Conduit, NSFW

Check-In Vignettes:

Birthdays by @syntax6 - birthday fics each season through season 7

if the fates allow by @all-these-ghosts - Christmas with Mulder and Scully, 1993-2016

Movie Night by @i-gaze-at-scully - movie nights throughout the series

Fraternize by @admiralty-xfd @gaycrouton - a series of motel room trysts, NSFW

Inspection by @ingridgradient - for seven years, Mulder and Scully give each other tick checks in motel rooms, NSFW

#45 Hegal Place by @admiralty-xfd DanaScullyMakesMeFeelAutopsyTurvy - There’s never a dull moment when your neighbor is Special Agent Fox Mulder

This Woman's Work by @admiralty-xfd - the series through the eyes of Margaret Scully

Seventeen by @scapegrace74-blog - Explores how Mulder's sexual relationships shaped (and mis-shaped) him as a man. Each chapter represents a different partner. Mulder/Other, ultimately MSR, NSFW

X Files Rewatch Series by skuls - unconnected stories throughout the series, some canon-compliant, some not

if I am hopeful by @all-these-ghosts - Scully ficlet for every season

ever since, ever since, ever since by breakfastsandwich - scully realizes nine times over that mulder may in fact love her

Times Fox Mulder Cried by @frangipanidownunder - every season through the revival

these tornadoes are for you (or times she loved him back) by audries - vignettes throughout the series

5 A.M. by @kateyes224 - Five times Scully found herself awake at 5 a.m., and the one time she wasn’t alone

Kisses by @peacenik0 - two times Scully told Mulder “don’t do that again”, and one time she didn’t

Choose Your Poison by Solia - Five times Scully had too much to drink (and one time she had just the right amount of liquid courage!)

To Satisfy Your Expectant Tongue by @givesmevoice - The power and love of being seen and someone knowing how you take your tea.

Wake-Up Calls by lapsed_scholar - Government-issued cell phones are remarkably identical. (Or, Four times Mulder answered Scully's phone at an incriminating hour, and one time she answered his)

Canon Parallel Stories:

Incrementum by @lepus-arcticus - the progression of their relationship if they started sleeping together in the pilot, NSFW. WIP, currently through season 8

Triptych by @iconicscullyoutfits - married to Diana AU

Nuptiae Sub Rosa by @sisterspooky1013 @xfmaweezy - secret marriage AU

I've got you under my skin by cuits - In a universe where soulmate identifying marks exist and affect a part of the population, would Mulder and Scully's relationship evolve any different? Unfinished but complete through Existence so it still ends in a satisfying place.

Enough by @atths--twice - the progression of their relationship if they started sleeping together when the X-Files are shutdown in season 2, NSFW

He is the Master of His Fate, She is the Captain of Her Soul by @scullylikesscience - the progression of their relationship season 7 through IWTB era

Culmination by @admiralty-xfd - Mulder and Scully's journey of the heart, step by (baby) step.