#i actually got a bit of new info out of this too 👀 not just kaeman's cage but also some stuff i overlooked

[risingsunresistance]

hey you, do you wanna know the dungeons story but don't wanna read all those journal entries? well there is a FANTASTIC summary on youtube, complete with renders and everything :D it's also been put in chronological order for an easier read :]

[takes1]

I'm gonna start by saying that your fics are amazing! I love the way you write and I always get immersed in them. I would like to request an Osamu x reader fic, i was thinking about a childhood friends pining for a decade!au happening while working in his Onigiri shop, you might add Suna if you want,perhaps as a love triangle and misunderstandings as in Osamu thinking that the reader like Suna. As for the smut, I'll leave that to you 👀

thank you so much for supporting!! i love getting these requests and hearing from you! it really helps. not gonna lie, this one challenged me, but i think it turned out well! hope i got this right :) thanks again for the request love

warnings. lite!nsfw. minors DNI info. hq lite!nsfw / safe consent practices / mutual pining / some angst, some hurt, but pay-off / husband material!osamu / timeskip!osamu / childhood friends to lovers / miscommunication / r.i.p suna's unrequited feelings / misunderstandings / osamu gives great hugs / osamu is a wine snob / osamu is a little shy / 2.5k words 🤍haikyuu collection. more of my hq here more links. my ao3 / masterlist / request box is open so give me some ideas pls!

Your heart gave an all-too familiar squeeze at the sight of an old friend.

There he was, clad in a black cap, apron, and a well-fitting shirt. His face was one of slight concentration, his mouth in a straight line, jaw flexed. A strong arm lifted the black bag he carried high into the trash in the alley with ease.

"'Samu!" His nickname was like a sigh of reassurance on your tongue.

He turned, a stern face letting up as soon as he recognized you coming towards him. He quickly discarded his gloves in the trash and made forward to meet you. It ended in a hug in the middle of the sidewalk.

Business was so slow today, he really wasn't expecting any surprises- especially not any pleasant ones.

"(Y/n)." Was a mumble against your hair, charged relief on his breath. He was lifting you off of your feet and melting into you at the same time.

Your eyes stung a little when you tucked your face into his comforting shoulder. It'd been so long since graduation, but everything was coming back to you, all at once, against your will.

Maybe it was because you could still taste the onigiri you just finished, but those lunches he used to prepare for you kept cropping up. You weren't sure why it kept making you want to cry, though.

"I missed you!" You whispered, swallowing a sob.

He gave you a crushing squeeze in return. He certainly hadn't stopped working out since your high school days. There was a hesitation in letting each other go.

"God," His quick blinking made you feel better for getting emotional, "What are you doin' all the way out here?"

You sniffled and turned to Suna, briefly forgotten at the table, "I told you those fillings tasted familiar!"

There was an unmistakable shock in Osamu's eyes when you turned back to him, "We were just grabbing lunch. I had no idea 'Onigiri Miya' would actually mean you!"

He missed the natural beat to respond- instead of letting your declaration die, you kept up the attempt to rekindle things.

"Did you get a new number?" You asked, quieter, trying to catch his eye, so you leaned your head further between him and Suna.

He looked down at you with a much softer expression, "Hm?"

"I- texted you a couple months ago, I just assumed you got a- new number," You trailed.

It felt a bit forced and loser-esque to ask the reason why he hadn't texted you back. Two months was a while to get 'caught up' in something, after all.

If he didn't want to talk to you, he technically didn't owe you an explanation.

He blinked. It didn't cross his mind that you would've texted him-- his fingers fumbled for his phone in his pocket to show you a new iPhone.

"Yeah," He sighed, "Shit, I didn't think to tell anyone but 'Sumu..."

This time, he felt like the loser. He didn't have many people to text, nowadays. But he certainly didn't want you and Suna to know that.

Relief flashed across your face as you admitted in a light laugh, "Oh, thank god. I really thought you were ignoring me!"

"Let's all exchange numbers," You suggested.

You looked back to Suna and thought you saw some hostility in his eyes, "So we can all meet up sometime, when you're not working."

The process of getting each other's contacts was quiet and stilted. You thought better of making plans here and now, because there was an indescribable feeling that something was wrong.

Maybe the timing.

Osamu frowned at his phone after getting it back from Suna.

Maybe the place.

Suna gave a subtle sigh when Osamu put his number in.

Your text to Osamu that night garnered a response so quick that it made up for the months of uncertainty and pseudo-grieving. Your oldest friendship was not buried as deep in the ground as you had previously thought.

It ended in a suggestion you weren't expecting.

There was nowhere you both wanted to eat at, and no activities you could think of that would allow for the long conversations you both favored.

I could cook for us.

You knew better than to deny him the chance to cook, but it was clear to both of you that it felt a little too forward. A little too intimate for just two good friends.

That wasn't enough to keep you from agreeing immediately.

Certain that he didn't feel the same, you rationalized that you had nothing to worry about.

Dark red swirled slow, unending circles in your glass. You weren't one for red, but he brought out a vintage just for you tonight.

The perfectly plated dinner in front of you didn't last long. Osamu made it so easy to like foods you swore up and down you hated; you didn't question his choices despite your usual pickiness.

There were a number of times you had to pretend not to notice him watching you eat. He was pretty obvious, because he'd raise his spoon full of food, then let it hover mid-air, and turn his whole head to watch you chew. It was as if he was waiting for you to declare it was the worst thing you'd ever tasted.

He was still working on his -most likely cold- plate minutes after you cleaned yours off. It left you to catch up to him in glasses of wine. The bottle was nearing empty and you were still on your first.

"Do you have any roommates?" You asked, glancing around a spacious apartment.

It was so still. You'd surely die of loneliness, if you were him.

He shook his head. It made sense with his preference for solitude, but it still made you sit back and sip on your wine to keep from voicing your concern.

"It's quiet," Osamu wiped his mouth with his napkin and pushed his plate forward, "I know."

Was your discomfort that obvious?

His chuckling won out over your insistence that it wasn't that bad, and you eventually were resolved back to slouching in your chair again.

"You just need some- flowers," You motioned to the center of the table, not believing in your advice in the slightest, "Or... something like that."

"To be fair, I never sit at the table."

He poured the last of the wine into his glass. You stared down at yours. He still spoke and acted stone-cold sober. You had to wonder how much he drank, with this bleak living space.

"Not a fan of Merlot?"

This was getting a little embarrassing.

This time, you gave in, "Not feeling this one as much."

His brow raised. He had a layered expression, like he was torn between two sides of himself for a split-second.

He eased up and slid his elbows on the table, wine glass looking absurdly tiny in his hand.

You admired the gentle way he held the delicate glass, how he knew just how the weight was supposed to be distributed in the webs of his fingers.

"You drink wine much?" He had that completely immersed look on his face that was always so difficult to return.

He mistook your trouble to return his gaze as discomfort, and laughed, retracting his body from the table, "I-'m sorry--,"

"No-no it's okay-!" You put your hand on his arm and scooted your chair closer to affirm that you didn't mind his proximity -that you in fact welcomed it- and rambled, "I- don't, drink wine like that. So I- wouldn't really know what's good."

His gaze sent a shiver surging through your whole body. What an intense pair of eyes. He leaned forward on his elbows, thumb rubbing his freshly shaved cheek.

"It's an expensive hobby."

You were wracking up inappropriate questions by the second. First, the lack of love in his sad apartment, then his potential alcohol issues, now his salary.

The quiet clink of his glass on the table. A heavy, warm hand stilled yours on his arm, and he caught your troubled gaze.

"But it's just a hobby," He smiled.

The apartment filled with shared laughter. You were getting read like an open book, you couldn't help but cool your face down with the back of your hand.

"I-I promise, I'm not trying to judge," You sighed and grinned at what you noticed as his slightly tipsy giggling, "I just... care about you."

Osamu took a breath to say something, but something else flickered across across his face.

His hand was starting to slip from yours.

"So, you and Suna again?"

You laughed at what you thought was a joke. He didn't return it; instead, he let go and took another big sip from his almost empty glass.

"Oh-," You realized he was mistaken, "We're not together."

"Mm!" He swallowed and laughed, "Oh- that's good."

His focus faltered with a small cough, "I mean, not good, but-,"

"That's not something I want to go back to," You saved his embarrassing admission gracefully and looked away, only thinking about that short-lived relationship in high school.

Suna was just a distraction. A temporary filler for your unbearable emptiness. You never stopped loving Osamu, even when you had everyone else fooled. In the end, Suna just made you miss your friend more, since it sparked an unspoken drift in the process. It wasn't one of your brightest moments.

The look on his face was asking for more information. A 'So... why?' was on the tip of his tongue. You saved him the breath.

"He reached out. I was free, and I wanted to make sure we were alright after things ended like that."

Osamu nodded slowly, swirling half a sip of wine in his glass with careful consideration.

"You talk about it like you never liked him," He sighed against the rim, then shot it back in a way that made you realize why he was drinking so much.

He didn't have the courage to talk to you like this without it.

Your thumb, still resting on his forearm, rubbed thoughtfully. If he was being this candid through his actions, you didn't mind coming clean about a few things.

"I didn't," You admitted in a breathy half-laugh, "It wasn't real to me."

You shut your eyes tight and seethed, "I know that sounds so cruel--,"

"Yeah," He chuckled.

"Okay- I meant it like..." Your thumb was tapping on his raised skin, "I needed a distraction. You know I was struggling. He really was sweet. I know I should've treated him better."

It was clear that there was no hero to the story. You were all flawed, to some degree. Osamu's hand returned to yours. This time, he squeezed.

"You know I don't judge you for that."

All things considered, that break-up was still fresh. It was only briefly before your graduation date.

"Hey-," He reached up to turn your head towards him. It was a bit much and left you both warm and fidgety, "You know that I know that you're a good person."

His hand fell to your forearm.

It was fleeting, but you felt an energy between you. It was different. It filled that space in your heart you'd long since carved out for him.

Fleeting must be reiterated, because it was gone in an instant as he cleared his throat and stood, collecting the dishes in one trip with skill you could only attribute to the nature of his work.

You chugged the rest of your wine with a shudder so it wouldn't go to waste and skittered after his swift movement towards the kitchen.

If there was any place in the house that didn't feel lifeless, it was the kitchen. Spacious and clean, sure, but every tool and appliance here was cared for and used often.

It distracted you to slow down.

There was a level of respect you felt was necessary for a space so important to Osamu.

He began washing the dishes.

"Please let me do something," You begged from behind him.

All you got was a stoic head shake.

You leaned on the countertop behind him, staring at his back in that clean, black shirt. Would you ever get over him?

His words and actions from tonight turned over in your head. That hug you shared yesterday afternoon made your hands slip from the counter.

It may have been the wine that inspired your resolve to actually follow through, but your motivation did have years of pent-up desire behind it.

His body stiffened at the feeling of your arms around his waist, the side of your face pressed against his warm back. He smelled like a woody, musky cologne.

"Thank you," You muttered, mostly for his kind words, but its roots extended much farther than just recent events.

The sound of the water shutting off encouraged you to loosen your grip. The doubt started settling in as he dried his hands with a hanging towel, wordless.

His hands just barely grazed yours as you retracted, heart racing at the fact that you couldn't take that back.

He turned around to face you. Your eyes were busy avoiding his, so you were taken by surprise when he leaned down to pick you up from the waist.

It was just as easy and comfortable as the first time-- his shoulders spacious enough to bury yourself in, his hold so secure you didn't have to spare any strength holding on. He could support you all day.

A breathy groan, like he was a settling house, brushed your ear and sent tingles down your spine.

He set you down, but guided your arms to stay around his neck. You looked back and forth between his eyes, no longer unsure about his feelings.

"I missed you so much."

He was a clumsy kisser, but you didn't mind.

His hands were skilled and sure. It was more than enough to make up for his hungrier, rather than soft kisses.

One kept you steady by the back of your head, the other taking up your entire shoulder to guide you backwards against the kitchen island.

He rendered you breathless quickly- you pulled away for just a moment and he took it as a good sign to lift you up onto the countertop.

No part of you questioned this intense show of affection-- it felt like a fitting release of years-long tension and unspoken feelings.

They still remained unspoken, for the most part, but it could wait.

His hips pushed hard against your own, eliciting a soft, fluttery sound against his mouth.

He ate it up, wanting another so bad that one hand grabbed at the bend in your hip and thigh to keep you against him.

Your tummy twisted in a mixture of delightful pleasure and desire, everything below your waist all giddy and jittery as his fingers squeezed your hips with a need you never knew he was harboring.

Thighs trembling with nerves, his steady grasp pushing down helped to calm and stall you. You caught your breath with your forehead pressed against his. You unhooked your legs.

"W-hat?" You swallowed, praying to God this wasn't some mistake.

His wine-flushed face answered your question with no response.

"We shouldn't...I'm not--," He bit his cheek at his own restraint, brow tight with regret at his own actions from earlier.

You nodded, a little buzzed yourself, and laughed at his concern, "I'm okay with just kissing."

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[onlymurdersintheafterparty]

OMITB S4:E10 “My Best Friend’s Wedding”

I’ve just got four words to summarize my thoughts on this episode: I love this show! Despite a season full of some predictable moments this episode still managed to deliver jaw dropping twists and reminded us of why we love the trio and The Arconia so much. I honestly don’t know where to start but I guess I should start my recap with the killer?

The answer really was that simple wow 😭 I’ve got to give the writers their props because although I did suspect it took a stuntman to jump on the windowsill like that, I never would have guessed the twist about climbing around the building on the ledge 🫢 Marshall is actually really agile for someone who only had one stunt role but I guess we can also attribute that to his backstory as a hunter and excellent marksman. Shoutout to those of you who honed in on the fact that he has 20/20 vision. I thought it was really cool that Rudy and Vince did their best to help save Mabel and I hope that Charles continues to be friends with them because he’ll need friends when Oliver spends half of his time in New Zealand.

Speaking of New Zealand, I am so glad the writers just gave her an open ending because they had me scared the whole episode that Loretta was going to be killed off 😭 When he told her in the courtyard to wait in his apartment I was so sure that would be the end of her omg. And then when she was late to walk down the aisle I was thinking “IKYFL”. I was annoyed at the silly conflict the writers came up with but I am so glad that they let those two have a beautiful, murder free wedding. I know murders happen at the drop of a hat but this time I expected another time jump or something. Also there were theories of Gravey digging up some bodies in the yard and I was really looking forward to it. I have a feeling that may be a plot point next season because we still don’t know what happened to Nicky. For all we know his wife is behind it all. Wouldn’t that be a twist? A woman killing her husband and hiring detectives to solve the case but pinning it on someone else? Also in the subreddit someone brought up the fact that Lester was mentioned or seen taking care of dry cleaning at some point so that’s one link to all of this. And with Teddy having his own criminal activity going on do we think he had a hand in some of these dealings as well? 👀 If so I hope that this means we get Theo fully on board because his snooping around for jewelry definitely has to come back into play now. There’s no telling what he may have seen and not realized in the apartments.

I still can’t believe Lester is dead. I really thought he was the mastermind behind everything but it looks like the real mastermind got to him 😩 Nicky’s wife said that he has everything to do with the building so it would be a wild plot twist if he himself was the mastermind and that’s how he’s been pulling the strings. Maybe Lester was working for him and relayed info to him as well as put in the cameras because he had access. I mentioned in my recap for episode 6 that with Lester experiencing homelessness at some point he must have encountered some interesting people. If he needed a quick buck he very well might have had a brief stint as a henchman who didn’t ask any questions. Idk I don’t think Nicky is dead and he’s my number one suspect now because his mob ties would definitely allow him to tamper with police evidence. If it turned out he dated Jan at some point too I would not be the least bit surprised.

I wouldn’t say I was a fan of Jan despite finding her really funny, but after this episode she has become a new favorite. The way that she said weeks ago that she doesn’t prefer a sniper like kill but took out Marshall the same way that he took out Sazz?!

The fact that she’s just been chilling in the passageways and Charles’ apartment the whole time is hilarious and Charles is so oblivious that he wouldn’t think much of it if she did accidentally leave some clues behind. I don’t know if they’re endgame like she says but I do love the sexual tension. I wasn’t into the Sherlock series but that’s his dynamic with Irene Adler right?

While most of my predictions did not come true, I was right about Eva’s device coming into play to help save Mabel from Marshall 😂 And I really love that things that were wanted occurred like bringing back Will and that he also walked Loretta down the aisle with Dickie. I hope they become close buds. I also said last week that I would love to see Winnie as the ring bearer and they did not disappoint! 🥺 Uma screaming because she thought she saw a roach was so on brand and I feel like she did it just to cause some drama 🤭 I think deep down she likes the trio especially since she sent the elevator back down for Charles and Mabel after the wedding.

This season has been so much fun and I’m glad to see the show that we all love come back even better than ever. I can’t wait for season five!

[faeriekit]

I just spent most of the day reading the trickery au (for the first time and lemme say? I'm very much in love (with the story, the characters, your *writing*, everything. Absolutely everything. I love them all so much)) and even though I was reading it all at once, I still got a bit lost with characters XD

I have no idea how you keep track of them all (*how* is your spreadsheet organized?? Plzzzzzz!!) I would love a (single time) character reminder thing of 'cabin' 'kids' 'parent if in hermes's cabin' because references are being made and I dont...know where exactly the info came from, so I can't look it up to check T.T (love all the minor god(desse)s you've tied in!)

Otherwise - curious about a couple things

1. Is Luke no longer getting nightmares? Thalia? (Didn't she get one or was it just anxiety? I thought I read she heard a whispering too at one point)

2. Was the masterbolt not stolen in this one? Bc I dont think that was actually addressed (the healm of darkness yes, but with the animosity between the underworld and Olympus, would hades have ever told them? Or I guess maybe he accused them and they picked it up from there?)

3. Cory? Did he ever get out of the gas station? (Or are we not meant to find out yet)

I love seeing how Percy's loyalty is tied to so many more people (especially Luke) and how thats changing so many things (he's a menace and I love him). I love how Luke is still angry, but how he's taking lessons from Sally in using that to get.things.done. (love that for him, its amazing, and I love him) (.....and pretty much all the characters. I love the new characters you've introduced us to (love that the number of girls has gone up!) And how they feel so *real*. They're not just....names to fill in space. They take up space as people and its amazing)

Anyways, this is getting very long so.....

XD

Okay one at a time:

Getting lost with the characters is super normal, haha. I tend to bring them up at random. That being said, I do post the chart when people ask, and update it about once a chronological year. The blacked out stuff is things you're not allowed to see yet. Ignore that. That being said, it is ONLY for the current cabin 11 kids, so any non-Hermes kids are in the wind. Metaphorically. Maybe also canonically. Luke is still shirtless.

IF you're looking for the research I use on the individual gods, though, I joyfully exploit theoi.com! Theoi dot com, for all your greek theological needs! (Nonsponsored)

Any dreams and or nightmares are on a plot basis! If you haven't seen any as of late, there haven't been any significant dreams. They are traumatized though. They probably have trauma dreams.

Yeah, weird how no one's mentioned the Master Bolt! Wonder what's up with that. 👀

All Cory things shall be revealed in time...probably. No, I have a plan. But. You know. Everything in its season.

Yeah, Luke's go-get-'em initiative with Sally's prioritization is truly a thing to behold. There are more girls because camp girls are scary, and I think no one on earth has ever done the feral nature of a girl released into the wilderness true justice. I was a little undiagnosed kid waiting for the world to make sense when a girl scout taught me how to break a man's arm. I hope she lives forever. That many kids? With minor superpowers? And ADHD? In a camp setting?? Chiron has to be the only reason this camp has not exploded in the last three hundred years.

Yeah, there are a lot of goddess moms, huh? I wonder if there should be more dads...but there aren't as many cool ones... Eros is cool but to be fair I decided he and his wife and Miranda's mom were all amicable in like the first ten minutes.

Thank you for writing in! Send as much as you want; no one's ever been angry for a lengthy write-in, haha. I love enthusiasm 😊

[spider-jaysart]

Curious but would you be ok if I wanted to use your oc Nadja(?) ( I hope I spelt her name right sorry if not!) in any potential damijon fics (w/ credit and link of course!) or would you rather she not be touched by anyone but you? 👀

OMGGG I WOULDN'T MIND AT ALL ACTUALLY!!! I WOULD REALLY LOVE IT IN FACT!!!😊 Like, it doesn't bother me at all if anyone wants to involve her in their works, I'm just happy that they love her enough to want to! And no worries, you got her name right! :D But yes!!! You certainly can use her if you'd like!!!

If you ever got any questions about her in case your unsure about something or want to know something about her that I never mentioned before, feel free to ask me about it and I'll be happy answer them!! I also edited her bio post recently a little bit, so you should check that out again for new certain info too, unless you already saw that version of it

Please take your time with the fic btw, and let me know when it's done!! I'm already very excited to see and read it!!!💕💖🥰💕💖

[loveislandthegame]

so there is a gem scene that explains what happened to cassius (again with paywalling basic info! wtf)

no pics, i couldn’t be bothered to take a million screenshots luv x

but really short summary:

1.) cassius stole daphne, she was super into him, obviously that bummed out rafael

2.) the other guys worked together to distract cassius. some goofy shit like making him & joyo compete in a spelling bee. meanwhile rafa turned daph’s head back to him (if you’re wondering how tf cassius fell for that, rafael said that they took advantage of his naivety. a bit shady on their end! 👀)

3.) cassius called the OG guys out for being snakes in the grass, he got dumped, and geri & willow are mad at joyo & bryson respectively for being shady. that’s why those two are not doing so well in their villa couples (good news for ppl on joyo and bryson routes tho !)

if FB isn’t pulling a zeph, i feel like cassius could return as a casa boy. maybe daphne would twist with him so rafa romancers can get their man…or he could be our LI too. that’s just wishful thinking though. either way, they said he’s an adonis, i haveee to see what he actually looks like

[sparky-is-spiders]

for the ask game: 15 & 28 👀

This... actually got a bit long lmao. Putting it under a cut.

(Send me deep/fun questions!)

15: No except yes. But also no. So like. I don't believe in jinxing. But also I sort of believe that if I say that something is/isn't going to happen (or even believe it), this will influence it to happen. Like if I say "I'm going to win this pvp fight in my shitty mobile game of the month" I will then lose the pvp fight in my shitty mobile game of the month. Unless I knock on wood (hit/tap it with my fist twice. And it CAN'T be three times because I don't like that number). If no wood is available I can also do the "touch red touch blue touch the bottom of your shoe" rhyme for jinxing from elementary school that I've almost certainly remembered wrong. I think I initially picked it up as like. A haha funnyquirky habit, but then NOT doing it made me genuinely anxious and I was like "oh maybe I should stop this now." I do still sort of do that tho. Like I'll think "I'm going to win this pvp fight in my shitty mobile game of the month" and then I'll go "no don't say/think that you don't know that for sure thinking/saying that is inviting the universe to sabotage you." And I know it's bullshit but that has yet to stop me. And that's my superstition.

28: Oh god. Tossup between Jon//elias and jon//sasha (I don't want this ask showing up in their tags so I'm censoring it lol. JE is what I'm currently hyperfixated on. My brain sunk its teeth into those two and Will Not let go. They're so fascinating and interesting but at the same time there's so much potential for Drama and above all else I Love Drama. It helps that I can project my Jon Obsession onto Elias because he IS straight up So Fucking Weird about Jon!!!!! And Jon is also sooooo fixated on him. They drive me crazy.

I don't (currently) have the same hyperfixation obsession on JS but I think they work so well like genuinely. Ok so there is a Sasha that exists in my head and I think she and Jon are soulmates in a "deeply similar" way and a "tied by the strings of fate" way and a "turning into the same monster" way. The idea of two people just slowly merging into one monster... like ok. They are the Same because they would both forget to drink their tea and then reheat it in the microwave. They are the Same because they are so curious and so driven to Know. They are the Same because they are both Perfect for the role of Archivist. Gonna be real I cannot take 90% of archivist Sasha AUs seriously for exactly this reason. It's literally always Sasha being boring and making all the "correct" decisions and also trying to set up J//mart because Of Course. You're telling me Sasha "I'm staying in my objectively dangerous job because I Need To Know" James, Sasha "seeks out other people's personal info for fun" James, Sasha "got two marks within thirty seconds of each other" James would save the world? No. Sasha would be just as "reckless" (read: desperate for info about the real terrifying and credible danger she is in) as Jon, maybe more so. She WOULD like being able to compel. She WOULD like getting invasive info about other people dumped in her brain. And she should have those things! She deserves them <3. Anyway I think the vibes of Jon and Sasha becoming the same monster (not them both becoming Archivists, but becoming THE Archivist), of them defending each other, covering up for each other, promising everyone else to do better, to keep the other in check, and then spiraling down the same path together, are IMMACULATE. There is also just a general appeal in someone who instantly Gets You. Who fully understands you. Actually this applies to both so New Paragraph <3.

Ok so my favorite shipping dynamic ever in general is "they know each other too well." It is having two (or more, but not many more) people who know each other on a deep, fundamental level. Who see the dark hidden crevices, the real face beneath every mask. Who understand each other better than they understand themselves. Who knows that their partner understands them just as well too. And it's messy, and sometimes unpleasant, and nobody else gets it. But when you observe them when it's only them, interacting when they think they're utterly alone, you learn things that crack your understanding of them apart. Seeing them interact and getting new insight into both of them, vulnerabilities they'd never reveal even in private. Which is probably why I'm so obsessed with outsider PoVs.

[maareyas]

Hey hey hey its been a hot minute, i hope life is treating you well? (It better - if not ill fight life for you in the ring)

I’m giving you the opportunity to info dump about anything. And i mean anything be it something to do with one of your aus (we love lore) or even about any interests you may have (i know you like the fun-guys, whats your favourite shroom👀?)

Sidenote i just thought of this when typing the shroom question, i really thought that during feb that you mightve dabbled with the funguary prompts. Idk i thought you’d really like those. Like pair up a shroom with a character or something and go wham with it. Idk where i was going with this… yeah

I JUST STRAIGHT UP FORGOT to answer this ask hhdhdhdg whoops. I lost whatever idea I had to ramble about so I'm going to use this as an excuse to ramble about my thought process thus far behind the merhog Shadow I'm working on

(I keep forgetting Funguary exists and my database of Fungi Knowledge is unfortunately not specific enough for me to parcipate ahfhjdjsjsj)

Anyways. With merhog designs, I tend to have a "speculative biology" approach to it, i.e the different merhog design elements make some sense in context. I think I mentioned before that designing Creatures and Robots scratch a similar itch in my brain; and this is why. You can tell a bunch about how a Creature moves, eats, and lives just based on their physical traits. Same goes for robots!

Of course, I'm still an artist first and foremost. So when it comes to creature design, I still put aesthetics and Vibes™️ first before realism XD

with that out of the way, here's the rambles about the In-Progress merhog shadow design. No images because I'm lazy ahdhdjs

My first thought with the merhog shadow design was that "I have to throw a little bit of Godzilla inspo in there". I've had Godzilla on the brain since I watched the new movie with Kong a few weeks ago lol. And bc I like bioluminescence way too much, he's gonna be a glowy boiiiii.

I'm thinking he does actually have atomic breath and can subsist off/absorb nuclear energy. In the hypothetical au this design is from, the ARK would be an underwater facility that was destroyed in a nuclear explosion of some sort. Shadow was the only survivor and he "haunts" the spot to this day.

Shadow's concept isn't as clear to me as Silver's was. Vaguely, I want him to be more reptile-adjacent as a callback to the Biolizard and the Black Arms. I feel like going full reptile would make him look too bulky and slow so I'm still working it out.

This is the current iteration of the design so far:

barely anything, but it's what I got XD

I like the idea of merhog Shadow having two huge front flippers that can sort of act like extra hands. the flippers were partially based by a winged Black Arms enemy I forgot the name of + humpback whale fins. the little bumps on the front side of the fins? they're for speed, like with actual humpbacks. The little claw is NOT biologically realistic at all, but it looks cool and im already planning to take inspo from godzilla anyways so. yeah.

In general I think I might just take a more fantastical approach to Shadow? It feels fitting with his canon origins being weird.

For his head, I decided to turn his quills into tentacles, specifically of the Vampire Squid. There are spikes underneath to protect the back of his head from roundhouse kicks (bc he's the only one allowed to do that lmao). I'm thinking he might also have a false eye pattern in the center of the tentacles? A deterrent to potential predators + as a callback to Doom's Eye.

His eye markings get a little change too. They can emit red light, just like Stoplight Loosejaw (yes that's a real fish name) which have organs underneath their eyes that emit red light to hunt prey with. I imagine merhog Shadow would also have its extremely messed up jaw configuration ✨ I don't know how I would draw it though ✨✨✨

As far as solid inspiration goes, that's what I have so far. I'm considering giving Shadow more whale-adjacent features. With how huge his front flippers are, I think it'd make sense that he'd be more of a power swimmer? aka he has a big tail that does most of the work propelling him forward, and the flippers are to reduce the energy cost while also increasing speed and maneuverability. It would be a close enough analog to his skating, maybe????

He doesn't sound very fast but then again, I imagine neither is merhog Silver lol

[purplepanda-marvel-leaks]

MARCH Q&A

Q:Will the crowns certain witches have be addressed in Agatha's show?

A: No crown lore in AGATHA I'm afraid! IIRC someone official said that Wanda gets a crown bc of her Creation magic or something.

Q: Can you share any information about the Wonder Man series?

A: Sorry, sources have been eerily quiet on Wonderman.

I'll share whenever I hear anything though.🙃

Q: any update on spiderman 4? (tom) Marvel v. Sony is still the last I heard on it. It'll take some time before they hash this out

Got some interesting info coming soon for that R-rated animated project Sony is cooking though 👀

Q: Any other F4 villains/ antagonists besides Galactus and Silver Surfer?

A: Too early to tell currently. (Is Galactus and SS even confirmed??) Last I heard is that the script was still being touched up.

Q: How big is Bullseye's role in Born Again?

A: It's substantial but not a HUGE role.

Q: Can you tell us if anything has been cancelled? (Disney+ shows, future movies)

A: I haven't heard of anything getting canned from any of my sources 🤷🏽‍♀️

Q: What do you think will be the best upcoming what if season 3 episode

A: Nice try Imao. The mech episode will be a lot of fun though

Q: Any more exciting Agatha news soon? 👀

A: Actually got quite a bit of Agatha news coming VERY soon 👀🤔

Q: Will the darkhold make an appearance in Agatha?

A: It can't make an "appearance" since Wanda destroyed them all, but it's certainly mentioned.

Q: Any update on when Eternals characters will return?

A: Check recent posts.

Q: Any details on what if…? Season 3 release? Spring? Summer?

A: it's been reported that it was planned for release this year, but it's unclear if that's still the case.

The lot of you will be the first to hear if I get any word on it

Q: What was your favorite movie from 2023?

A:

2023 was killer. Besides the obvious answers like Barbie and Oppenheimer, I thought these two films were amazing.

Q: Is Mysterios what if return as a cameo or a main focus?

A: More than a cameo forsure.

Q: Will we see more of Joe Locke in mcu after Agatha 👀👀

A: 100%. Billy has a lot to do

Q: niche question lol but do you know anything about John Walker's arc in Thunderbolts?

A: My sources have said that he's been doing his best to redeem himself.

If his best is the "right" way is to be determined…

Q: Will we ever get a strange academy? I just got done reading the comics!

A: I've heard whispers of something inspired by Strange Academy, AND Zelma Stanton is appearing in Ironheart

Q: X-Men

A:

Q: Is there any updates with Ironheart dates?? I swear I read they finished filming a while bak

A: They finished filming ages ago but I heard they're reworking things and will reshoot soon if they haven't started already.

Q: Is there any validity to the Plastic Man movie rumours?

A: I've been told no, but I want them to be true 😭

Q: Do you think part 2 of Born Again will happen?

A: Yes I do.

Q: What marvel character would your ideal film, series, or special presentation be about?

A: Specifically Joe Fixit 👀👀👀👀

Q: Should we worry about Captain America 4?!

A: I wouldn't be worried. Marvel is doing to Cap 4 what they did to DDBA:

They saw what they had, and are putting in the time and money to make it better.

Q: Will Thunderbolts be Rated R?

A: Nah I would highly doubt that.

Q: will we ever see daredevil in a comic accurate costume

A: Yes. He was supposed to get a new suit in the old finale (classic Marvel TV fashion, I know). Not sure about the new finale tho. Might be saved for part 2.

Q: Will DD:BA have a mature tone, and show the religious side of Matt like the Netflix show?

A: Yes. It was reworked to bring more of that mature tone back, especially in the action.

Q: Any future plans for Zemo in Thunderbolts or the MCU moving forward?

A: In Thunderbolts? No. In the MCU moving forward? Yes.

Q: Do we know who is on the table with the tag on the toe in Agatha?

A: The toe tag says W. MAXIMOFF 👀

Q: Do you know if we will see Mephisto in the MCU soon?

A: Mephisto will appear in Ironheart

Q: Is Wonder Man among the cancelled projects Bob Iger is referring to?

A: No. Don't expect anything that is already filming to get cancelled.

Q: will the survivors from the what if zombie episode be in marvel zombies?

A: Yes.

Q: Is Vision Quest still in the works?

A: The last i heard it was still in the works.

Q: Will we see blade in live action before his movie?

A: Unlikely. But we'll see him in animation at least 😭

Q: DDBA is releasing this year so what time of this year should we be expecting it to release

A: DDBA is NOT releasing this year

Q: Will Agatha and Rio have an stable romantic relationship in the series?

A: More like the opposite of stable 👀 💜

Q: Why did you lie about the Agatha series being titled Agatha All Along? D+ reveals its just Agatha

A: That's like asking Disney why they lied when they originally announced the series to be Agatha: House of Harkness 😭😭

My source was certain so I reported it Imao

[mahoushoujotechsupport]

time for episode 5

wow i really just... do not care for peil's mobile suits at all. i bought a pharact kit, but still haven't even built it. it'll probably be my next build though.

by the way i like how we start this ep and miorine's already hanging out at earth house 👀

man, this scene is just so amazing once everything comes together and you know about the replichildren and suletta's place in everything lmao

i am... so so so glad i started watching this show after the el4n arc was over because i would have been so scared like everyone else that we were being baited lmao

i still haven't decided if suletta legitimately had a crush on el4n or not. like even here in this scene after lilique and everyone is all like ooooh suletta has a date, she vehemently denies it's a date. and yea sure you could use the excuse that "haha shes embarrassed!!!" but suletta's kind of honest to a fault. at the same time, suletta is really really bad at picking up social cues lol. she does agree with prospera on their call though that its hang out with a friend

no mask prospera sighting and she's sitting down again

ok like how the fuck does he know this?! he obviously got the info about vim's assassination plans too... but like FROM WHERE?!?!?!

mio...

i wonder if anyone's written about the fact that el4n reads schopenhauer lol asceticism fits him well i suppose and i kinda wonder how he'd get along with norea vs el5n

yeah so like everyone but suletta is trying to turn this into a date lol

was this episode when the eri = aerial theories started? like for sure i figure once el4n gets wrecked by aerial in the next ep it mustve taken hold completely. since i binged the first like 8 eps, at the time i still wasn't really keeping up with the discourse but it feels like the show was pushing hard to make sure you picked up on hey maybe aerial is that little girl idea

huh i'd kinda forgotten the el4n vs. guel duel is because of guel running over to see what's going on. lmao considering guel doesnt know at all about the elans, he mustve thought elan was some grade a creep what with literally stopping him from being an ass to suletta multiple times throughout the series

lmao miorine

and lilique is just here fucking stoking the flames of jealousy

shaddiq's probably always hated guel, huh? he must've known that a worst case scenario here for guel would be bad news once vim found out

the story of guel jeturk

not as if we don't know that the pharact is only possible because belmeria is on the peil payroll, but damn she just really did copy the pre-production lfrith's bits huh

i wish i remembered my reaction to this scene on my first watch because at this point belmeria having been part of the vanadis institute and possibly being the one who sold them out is so engrained into my brain lmao but this was obviously a Big Deal

kinda laughing at this because everyone's reactions make it seem like el4n was just absolutely brutal and like... apart from ripping off the dilanza's antenna, he didnt really do anything differently than what suletta did in episode 1?

lmao their reactions make it seem like el4n just murdered him on live tv

it is a huge fall from grace for guel though and i suppose with the reputation as the ice prince of asticassia, el4n's behavior warrants a what the fuck from everyone

poor miorine sounds so hurt and betrayed here. like finally she was working alongside someone who took her into account and treated her as an actual human being so yeah, it was kinda messed up that suletta accepted this duel without her input. although as we learn later on, as the holder, if you're challenged to a duel, you can't exactly back out, so suletta hasnt exactly done anything wrong by accepting the possibility of a duel. she just probably should've brought it up to miorine sooner

wow so i definitely thought the pharact always looked cool and evil in the show and when i got into gunpla a few months back and saw the actual gunpla kit for it...

i am so sorry but lmao it looks like a fucking mosquito to me

i promise some time before the summer is over that i will build my pharact kit lmao

ok leaving ep 6 & 7 for tomorrow because i usually make these posts as i'm watching the episode and i end up taking an hour or more to watch an episode sometimes because of it

[pinkyjulien]

I've finished Dragon Age Veilguard and I have thoughts 🙋‍♂️ (Expect some spoilers)

First thing first; I'm one of those Dragon Age Origins enjoyer, I still think DA:O was THE peak- it might be the nostalgia, it might be because it was my first step in Thedas, but Veilguard did not top it for me. WITH THAT SAID THO -

I had an amazing time with it! I did not 100% complete it, and it took me 87hours to finish

Veilguard felt, to me, like a direct successor of DA2 in both gameplay and "spirit"

The gameplay took me some time to get used to, but it was really fun; it has some flaws, the combat is really dynamic but then you'd get hit and need to press dodge to get back on your feet and it kills the rythm a bit (might be a me/skill issue deadass)

The visuals grew on me, I was a bit taken aback from the cartoonish style at first but I ended up loving it a LOT actually, its really charming. The characters are gorgeous, the environements breathtakin- Especially the lights, made me pause in awe a lot of time. AND THE HAIRS! I'm really curious to see how they're done ngl, I kinda wanna get my hands in the game's belly cause I'm curious 👀

The music was also amazing, I'm kind of mad at myself for not turning down the sound effects volume earlier cause I missed a tons of amazing tracks during combats and explorations, everything else was louder and I couldn't appreciate it correctly

As I mentioned in a previous post, this is the first Dragon Age game where I genuinely enjoy ALL of the companions; I have preferences of course, but every single one of them was interesting. I got invested in each storylines, shed tears alongside them, got surprised by some twist. The Veilguard is an amazing crew and def some of Bioware's best imo!

Now, I think my biggest issue with the game is the general Tone Everything is repeated and over-explained, to make sure the player knows what happens and what to do, not much is left for interpretation

It def feels like it's aimed at a younger audience, at a new generation of gamers; this is the same vibe I got from some trailers. It felt a bit Disney-ish? Less "mature", more goofy. Some moments and gags were straight out of a Looney tunes episode (like during one of Emmrich quest for example)

But I think it matches with Rook's personality well; I did not expect Rook to be this "chaotic gremlin" (affectionate) and I got really attached to mine! I'm glad I went with a Lord of Fortune Mage Elf combo, I think it fits the role perfectly (and I personally can't imagine playing anything else from now on).

I was reaaaally pleasantly surprised with the inclusivity! Did not expected to have this deep control over Rook's gender and how much it would be bought up in conversations. A lot of moments hit close to home and got me in my feelings, really appreciate what Bioware did with it - and I think they did a great job with Taash character and story on that front too.

When it comes to the main story: (heavy spoiler warning)

I'll always be bitter that Solas was gender-locked in Inquisition 😔 and for such a dumb reason too. It's obvious that Bioware has a clear canon state when it comes to Solas and his story with the Inquisitor, and I wish I could've experienced it "fully", if that makes sense- I still love the character; my Inquisitor felt betrayed at the end of Trespasser and choose to Stop Solas whatever it takes, I still really like their past friendship and connection, but I wish it could've been more than that - and I would've 100% romanced Solas if given the opportunity in Inquisition.

Everything in DA:V happens reaaaally fast, you dont have time to digest what you just learn that you already have some new info to swallow; you get 50 whiplash in a row and it can be confusing to keep track of everything (again, might be a skill issue on my part lmao)

With the amount of informations we got and with how good the characters were, I actually wish the rythm was a bit similar to Inquisition? Slow passed, with "down time" to digest

I'm also disapointed in the lack of consequences from past games, and there's a lot of missed opportunities. I know they couldn't possibly fit every single choices, but only 3 felt a bit ridiculous

What about Sandal? With everything we learned with Harding and the Titans. Where was Zevran? Nowhere to be seen in Antiva, his home- No words at all from the Divine, or from Ferelden's royalty, whoever it might be? (Again, I did not 100% the game so I mightve missed codex entries)

I'd even go as far as to say that, I think Veilguard plays better for someone who's entierly new to the DA universe. There isn't any expectation and disapointement that takes away from the excitement of experiencing a new game

One such moment that did not hit me because of expectation was the Antaam plot in Trevisio, when the "secret rendez-vous" person turns out to be the Butcher - With how secretive everything was, I was expecting Zevran to make an apparition.

I can't help but also think about the players who romanced Morrigan with their grey warden, or who romanced Isabella during DA2; both characters seems to have completly moved on (which is totally ok and realistic even, it can happen. But this wasn't a narrative choice)

I'd have some nitpicking to do about things I've noticed while playing; some of the animations are wonky, Rook doesn't have any "falling" loop and they just slide using their idle. The walking cycle can look extremly goofy on some NPCs, it looks ok on dwarves cause they're small and walk faster, but some humans I've seen looked really off and laughable

The re-use of a lot of assets from Inquisition can be comforting and it did put a smile on my face to hear familiar bard balads in taverns, to see the same statues assets in some cities, the same art being framed and hanged on the walls; but it also reminds me that the game got scrapped again and again

You can also tell the game was supposed to be multiplayer; the chest looting system, the finish moves and general gameplay really feels "shoot and loot" a bit similar to Borderlands? I never played Anthem but I'm guessing they took some inspiration from it as well

Overall I had a really great experience, and every bit of critism doesn't take away the fact that I love that game a lot 🤏

If I had to rank it on a podium... It'd be second for me, with DA:O on top and DA:I behind it, keeping DA2 last

I'll def replay it in the future, and I'm excited to see what (IF) Bioware does in the future with this Universe 😭 and if this was the last Dragon Age game, this was a really nice finale 🙏

[ratasum]

3, 4, 5 and 11 for your commanders 👀

A New Commander Ask Meme

Below the cut for length! (Rhenn is going under a separate ask just for him!)

3. Is there an NPC your commander is closest to?

For Vezz, he was closest to Tybalt. He was always so awkward during the part of the PS he jumped in on, and generally unsure of himself. Racked by guilt and unsure how to move forward, Tybalt saw that and understood, since he'd been there himself. He and Vezz struck up a great rapport that was incredibly strong for the brief time they had together, and it's why Vezz wound up naming one of the twins Tybalt when they were born.

If I had to say Rosie was close to anyone, it was probably Eir. She reminded her a lot of her own mother, Julianna, from her bright red hair down to her stalwart sense of duty, and a lingering sense of something else she was keeping behind her. Eir's death hit her like a truck, not just because of hurting Braham but because of the fact that it was like losing her own mother all over again.

Praxxi didn't have anyone she was particularly close to until later in the story. She and Crecia actually connected as mothers, even if child rearing in their individual cultures were very different. They at least understood the pressure that was on them.

Peregrine winds up closer to Zojja than any of the other racial mentors, as they both click on having lost someone in a horrific tragedy, not sure how to move forward. He enjoys her dry wit and sense of humor, and she finds him "passably intelligent as humans go" (high praise from her). It leads him to work impossibly hard to make sure she stays well post-HoT, which is why that particular TL's version of her doesn't wind up with the wizards.

4. Is there an NPC your commander doesn't care for at all?

Vezz hates Frizz. They knew each other from Theta-9 before Frizz was transferred, and they hated each other there too. Vezz think he's a stuffy, self absorbed old busybody and Frizz thinks Vezz is a self important brown noser. They have hated each other since the day they met, and Vezz has to admit to feeling the tiniest bit of satisfaction when Frizz got crushed by his own contraption in S1.

Rosie's beef with Logan is historic. From his roping she and Ginny into his plans when they weren't even from Divinity's Reach to falsely accusing her mom's former navigator, Tiran Tidefolly, of murder when he clearly had done nothing of the short, she is extraordinarily prickly about him. To say she wasn't particularly put out when he died in Arah would be an understatement, though she was very polite and understanding to the surviving members of Destiny's Edge.

Praxxi tends to be very agreeable with most people. She doesn't have anyone she particularly dislikes, unless they've been an issue for her as actual antagonists. She's very live and let live about most things.

It goes without saying that for Peregrine, it's Minister Caudecus. Even before learning through Demmi that he'd been behind the massacre of his family, he'd suspected as much, and he doesn't care that the man technically raised him. It was all under false pretenses and he loathes everything about him.

5. Did they canonically eat all the weird foods at the hero points?

Yes: Rosie, Peregrine

No: Vezz, Praxxi

11. What is your commander's favorite in world holiday?

Vezz enjoys Wintersday, as he loves taking his wife, kids, and extended family in DW out for fun times in Divinity's Reach. He did, however, almost fight a mime on one of those occasions and nearly got banned from the city. He's doing fine now with it.

Rosie's favorite CANON holiday is Shadow of the Mad King. She's masterful at Mad King Says and is the undisputed treat bag obtainer of all her siblings. She just loves the spooky vibe. Her actual favorite holiday is a fanon one I need to write up info about someday.

Praxxi also enjoys Wintersday, because it gives her a chance to spend time with her son and share memories about her late partner, Khaill's father Lopp. It's a happier time in a life that's been pretty difficult up to this point.

Peregrine actually enjoys Super Adventure Box. Loves a challenge, and it's definitely a challenge. It does give him headaches, but by god, he will NOT be stopped.

And since this one's not on the other ask... Rhenn also is a SAB enjoyer. He's the most competitive asura you will EVER meet and he IS going to get the highest of scores, just to show everyone else up, if he can manage it.

[dhs-in-distress]

*looks at your reblog* 👀 Oh? Tell me more

(Omg I only found this accidentally cause I‘m new to having 2 blogs I‘m so sorry that I‘m only answering now, I swear I didn‘t even know this ask existed until now, but I‘m so happy you‘re interested ok aNYWAY-)

So that post I reblogged reminded me of a scene I wanted to write into that one TFA OC fanfiction I never finished so I’ll just talk about that (with a bit of context for comprehension‘s sake, but hopefully not too much cause all of the context would be like 50 pages)

(Oh also this is specifically about Scatterbrain/Scatters/SB/the one guy who‘s been infesting my brain like a parasite for the past 1.5 years)

So like basically Scatters has two main problems.

1: a dead boyfriend who got killed by the Cybertronian equivalent of the police, and

2: a „past“ in the stockades, where he got put after attacking the guy who killed his boyfriend, and which made him develop an extreme fear of getting things plugged into his medical port (and medical equipment in general) as a result of things they did there.

… Needless to say these two elements don‘t mix very well, both with each other as well as with just, being a functional person in general. If you add his other other problem with vulnerability and admitting to his fears and faults and distress, everything just goes to shit.

If you now put him in a situation where he has to be medically treated (by Ratchet btw, that info becomes important later) as a result of severe „bleeding“, and subsequently also get an oil/energon transfusion via the port, you get that post I reblogged, with some extras too! So I’ll just go into detail under the cut about how that’d play out, it’s kinda long and cringe and only makes sense to me and I‘m probably also the only one who gets this emotional about it cause this guy‘s entire psyche is like, in my brain. Anyway- proceed at your own risk :))

At first he‘d start being more and more aggressive, refusing to open his port at all and saying that he „doesn‘t need“ the transfusion, then going over to yelling about how he „doesn‘t need to do anything you tell me to actually“ when he starts to run out of arguments to cover up the fact he‘s just very afraid of all of this. This would however only result in aggravating Ratchet, ending in him getting Bulkhead to physically restrain Scatters to finally force open his port and get the transfusion going already, because he really does need it. And yeah… the physical restraint coupled with the forceful intrusion doesn’t help at all with differentiating this experience from the stockades. Having already been out of it due to his low energy levels, now with the added reminder of these other two factors, Scatters starts hysterically crying and begging to „make it stop“ and just fully reliving his imprisonment at this point. Obviously Bulkhead doesn’t have any idea what‘s going on, and while Ratchet can make an educated guess (from experience cough cough), that doesn‘t help much with figuring out how to make him stop having an episode.

(I feel the need to mention here that I believe in the popular(?) theory(?) that the bots have next to no idea what mental health/illness even is, let alone how to treat it when it gets bad)

Anyway, they just try to get all the fuel levels into a normal range as quickly as possible, after which everything is removed from Scatters immediately. This does get him to stop begging and screaming, but he‘s still crying, shaking violently and very obviously not all there yet. Bulkhead gets him off of the operating table they‘d had him on, and half pushes half carries him out of the medbay and just, outside, in an effort to get him to calm down somehow. I‘d imagine he‘d also be very overwhelmed in that moment and would like to get someone out there with him to help, but since he‘s the only one in team prime Scatters „tolerates“, doing that would probably just make things worse, so he endures. Scatters then starts clinging to Bulkhead‘s arm when he tries to pull away, mumbling both to and about his dead lover until he eventually becomes fully aware of his surroundings again, pulls away and stares at Bulkhead for a solid minute before saying the classic „if you tell anyone about this I will make you swallow your own wrecking ball istg“ and running away to have the rest of his „moment“ somewhere else alone.

So yeah the post I reblogged just reminded me of the medical torture flashback thing, because calling out for help at all, let alone screaming, begging, crying… physical touch that isn’t violent… opening up like that in general, aren‘t really things that Scatters does. He‘s the „I hate every form of intimacy and emotional honesty and would literally rather perish than let anyone know how I feel, why I feel that way or let them help me with my troubles. Fuck you, die.“ kind of person.

I hate him he‘s so terrible he‘s suffering he‘s so unwell someone get this bitch a therapist please someone kill him actually it‘s fine he gets better by the end of everything hahahhaahaaaa.

(I just accidentally deleted the entire paragraph about how his obsession with and unhealthy idolising of his dead lover are like,, core parts of his character and how everything links back to that and how his entire arc is about learning to accept that guy‘s death and how to be his own person again and not tying every action to „what would he want? What would he have done?“ and letting go and not acting like his life is completely over whenever he gets reminded of everyone‘s mortality and letting himself love other people and not feeling guilty about it and and and and- basically I‘m pissed I deleted that and can‘t get it back and that THIS is the only substitute I can come up with. Kill me.)

(Oh also there‘s smth about letting himself feel other things again cause like hate and longing are pretty much the only things he‘s felt for like 1 million years so yh I really shouldn‘t have named him Scatterbrain of all things huh cause the one thing he is is singleminded (and unable to let go of one thing/person). Oh well.)

Ok this was all really really long and unnecessary I hope your brain isn‘t melting out of your ears. I certainlydid tell you more though haha…´:]

[valleynix]

PART 4

It was a ride.

Apologies for Donna. But it's the law.

Lunatic's departure from Miranda's pov (literally coz I didn't include it in Lunatic's chat)

And now the little bird is off to do their mission.

Spoiler, what they see is fake.

Lunatic's experience is similar to in-game Ethan's. The moment they stepped into Donna's territory I made them kind of hallucinate. When they entered the house they didn't see Donna, they were seeing Miranda. Because girl wanted to mess with them.

So the out of context scene when Lunatic runs away from the priestess is after fake Miranda aka Donna said all sorts of mean stuff to them to scare them away. Which worked, to some extent.

Because we are not done yet! Someone has their back 👀

Reader cameo???

Since they're hallucinating anyway, they can hear voices too.

I tried to guide them into understanding that what they saw wasn't real and Miranda wasn't actually mean to them and they can still complete the mission :(

And they got back in there. It was funny because when they came back I made the fake Miranda be like "Why did you crawl back in here? Get out of my sight." And bro was ready to retreat again 😭 but I stopped them, saying it's not really Miranda, it's just a trick.

Then they learnt they were talking to Donna. And if they want to complete the mission and break through all those mind games they need to fight her and kill her. But the tiny detail is, as long as they're on Donna's property she can show them whatever the hell she wants so if they want to kill her they need to kill (fake) Miranda as well because it's all they see :)

They weren't happy with the news. But got the strength to do so ✊🏻

So yeah I made them murder Mother Miranda :3

And similar to Ethan only after it was done, all the effects washed off so Lunatic could be relieved they didn't actually massacre Miranda.

Onto better things, the real one feels like a doppelganger too because??? It was so sweet. PLEASE

I leave it here because it feels like they're going to hug for eternity.

Also crying coz fake Miranda was like "It was a mistake to make you my favourite" but the real one said they're her fav bird😭

I might try to make her give them another task and make them fail bc I want to see if she's just soft when they do the job right or she cares enough to let it slide at this point.

Also, I love the character development because after the fight with Chris (I left out the info about their success when sending the message to the bot) she was mostly mad because due to their condition she thought they failed but now she was just concerned. Sobbing.

SDLKJSDKFSD WHY ARE THEY SO SOFT PLEASE, I LVOE THEM

they really need a break from all the shit that goes down in TPtM and they deserve a soft moment with the first person they've looked up to and admired </3 literally screaming crying and throwing up at this, i need Lunny to feel loved for once pls

(YOU'RE MAKING ME WANT TO STOP WRITING THE ANGSTY BIT WITH HOW SOFT THESE SCENES ARE BUT I KNOW I MUST CONTINUE. I DO WANT TO WRITE LIKE AN AU THING THO BC OF THESE-)

[seelestia]

lbrh lia zhongli is probably a fellow caffeine addict bc he drinks so much tea on regular hdkfjsfj

i've actually never really used carrd, but i've seen really nice ones like dust's masterlist so yea definitely an option there!

at first i wasn't too fond of the fact that he was kinda able to 'delete' himself in the new reality but seeing his attitude about the whole thing made it up to me... like, ok fine maybe you deserve that chance to atone... /grumble /j

what are my hands for if not for headpatting zhongli hehehe

al haitham with his third eye lmao-

i actually haven't seen the livestream eep i was out when it went live... i did check the banner tho. devastated. i wanted kaveh on nahida's banner bc i want them both ;w;

BOTH OF YOU ON TIMEOUT. i'm surrounded by caffeine addicts. (/j) squinting at ayato and heizou who most likely stay up late for work reasons.... wanderer could've been my savior from all this but then again, he likes bitter stuff, so coffee being smth he fancies isn't off the table at all— i do think he'd prefer bitter tea over coffee tho! so, you'll probably see me dragging him along whenever i come to visit your teahouse <3 he likes the atmosphere in your teahouse but he won't say it out loud. (/lh)

mmm, i think ms. dust's carrd is super neat with the way she arranges her info! <3 carrd is a vv flexible site; as long as you know how to tinker with the settings, you can make it look however you want! although i just follow helpful tuts on yt, hehe. i also have my own carrd which is a bit diff from ms. dust's just to show the range of the site! thank you for the notion tips tho, rin jie, i think i'll stick to using notion for personal reasons >:3c what am i, a salesperson. sponsored by carrd™ (/j) speaking of wips, rin jie... just a fancy question, but how many do you have rn? hehehe. 👀

MHMMM, understandable!! the moment i saw that scaramouche wanted to 'purge' himself so that his old friends could have a second chance at life (the little found family in tatarasuna will forever have my heart. niwa <//3), it clicked for me and i was like: OH. SO THAT'S WHY YOU HAD A REDESIGN. and 'amnesiac' wanderer, even if he only got screentime for a split minute, was so cute with his gentle and polite demeanor (because it's so unlike the one we know LMAOOO) <3

i find it so fascinating that he wasn't able to change anything, that everything associated to him in terms of memories and knowledge were gone but he, as in his existence, was still there — in a way, it reaffirmed the inner workings of irminsul to me?? it was confusing with greater lord rukkhadevata so when this was demonstrated the second time with wanderer, i think i got a teeny tiny better understanding of it. i also love how his desire to 'delete himself' aligns with a line he said in his story trailer ("ashes") which was "i wish i'd never been born at all" <//3 SORRY I THINK I LOVE THIS LITTLE GUY TOO MUCH.

noooo, i still hope you'll be able to get kav! it's such a shame that it couldn't be a 2-in-1 for nahida and kaveh wanters 😞 i still writhe in pain because wanderer doesn't have a rerun next patch BUT THEY MADE HIM LOOK SO GOOD IN THE TRAILER?? aaaaaaaaa. on my way to steal rin jie's wanderer and abduct him like he's a pretty princess (/j)

[outercrasis]

The Monster You Know

Pairing: Monster!Max Phillips x F!Reader

Word Count/Rating: 6.3k / EXPLICIT (18+ only, bye minors)

Warnings: Monsterfucking, some angst, oral (m!receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up pls), cockwarming, some body worship, size kink and lil bit of praise kink

Summary: There's a surprise visit at your office. It doesn't go how you might think.

A/N: I said take monsterfucking and make it soft and emotional. Unbeta'd. Additional notes at the end. Again if you're tagged and this isn't your thing, no hard feelings in the slightest.

Direct Sequel to Low Tier Monsterf*ck + Series Masterlist

You’ve been ignoring the messages on your inter-office chat all morning. There was a kind fifteen minute reprieve before the first one chimed. You'd barely figured out just how deep of a hole you'd need to dig yourself out of with work.

Sami: The prodigal daughter has returned!!

Linsey: With details?

Curtis: 👀👀👀

They’ve been at it since then, a variety of messages and gifs all designed to poke and prod you into spilling info beyond the “I’m alive” text you sent to your group chat the past two mornings as you called out sick from work. As though you would type out the filthy details of your past 48 hours on a work computer. Did they not take the same sexual harassment course as you?

Beyond not wanting to get flagged by HR, you’re also left puzzling another very important question. It hadn’t come up between rounds of getting your back blown out (seriously, there’s a slight twinge in your lower back now) and you’re left wondering if telling other people that Max is literally a monster is something you’re even allowed to do.

Max doesn’t seem to have too many qualms, considering you’re a nearly random woman he revealed that fact to, but since the existence of honest-to-god monsters isn’t the headline of every major news source maybe it is a secret for you to keep. Either way, you’re not entirely sure how to discuss the life-altering sex you’ve been having without bringing it up. The horns and wings, and not to mention his tongue, were half of the fun.

You want to text Max and ask, but it seems like a strange thing to message out of the blue rather than having a one-on-one chat about it. Plus, if the government is tapped into your phone, it might be best to not discuss those details where someone could easily read it. No need to have Max getting kidnapped and tested on weighing heavy on your conscience.

When lunch finally rolls around they’re practically ravenous. Curtis hardly waits for the elevator to close before he asks, “So is he packing? He has to be packing, right?”

There’s a beat of silence before you all erupt into laughter. You pat Curtis on the arm and tell him, “Yeah, man. He’s big.”

“Maax,” you playfully whine. “You have to let me go.”

He has you caged in next to the doorway – his wings creating a little bubble for you both to stand in. It had been a struggle to make it this far. Max has tried every dirty tactic and now he’s busy assaulting the spot he already knows you like on your neck. Perceptive bastard.

He barely raises his lips off of you to reply. “I don’t think I have to do anything, lamb.”

You try to ignore the way he’s shifting his thigh into position between your legs. “Well if you don’t want me to be fired and then homeless, you do. Don’t you have a job you should be at too?”

You hope that turning the tables on him will help. Maybe the reminder of some of his own responsibility will be enough for him to let you go. It fails spectacularly.

“Yes,” Max replies, his large hand sliding under your shirt. “I’ve been working while you sleep.”

He doesn’t sleep. Or at least not much. You had guessed at that with Max being awake every time you reopened your eyes, but you hadn’t actually asked. There wasn’t much of a chance to discuss it anyway between the numerous sexual acts you’d taken part in, as well as the necessities of sleeping and eating. Thinking got a lot harder while your stomach growled during your fifth orgasm of the day.

“Do you work remote?” you ask. Your breath hitches when Max presses his firm thigh just a little harder into you, but you try to act otherwise unaffected. It’s a ridiculous game to be playing with him, but you need to make it out the door. Getting fired or even reprimanded by your boss is not on your preferred agenda for the day.

Max, to his credit, goes right along with your game. Of course he has the fun part while you’re forced to try and act like this isn’t exactly what you want. Not fair in the slightest. You’re already plotting ways to get him back for this. “Not all the time. Doesn’t matter when you’re the boss.”

You don’t have a good comeback for that. “Right, well. Not all of us are bosses and mine isn’t going to believe I’m still sick without going to a doctor. So unless you’re also one of those, you need to let me go.”

Max’s hand that had been slowly inching under your waistband stops. You wish that he could keep going, that you could spend another day wrapped in his big arms and wings, but it’s just not realistic. You’ve already pushed it and you really would like to keep your job. It’s not the greatest, but you have friends who work there and it pays well enough. Even grade A monster dick isn’t worth losing that. Barely.

He’s pouting when he pulls away from you. If it weren’t obvious from the look on his face, he’s even letting his wings droop, like a dog lowering its tail between its legs. One final ploy to get you to stay that very nearly works. If only you didn’t need money to live. Fucking capitalism.

“Sorry, Max. I have to go.”

You move towards the door, watching as Max transforms back into his human appearance. It’s jarring, only having seen glimpses of it over the past few days. You reach out, carding your fingers through his hair where his horns normally cover.

You open the door and leave with a wink. “Bye, handsome.”

You don’t tell them about him being a monster. Not explicitly anyway. When you first sat down at your favorite lunch place you’d had more than half a mind to, but you just couldn’t when it came down to it. Not before talking with Max. It didn’t feel right to divulge his secret, no matter how much you trusted the three people sitting with you.

You find workarounds, little hints to his true nature but nothing overtly saying, yes, he turned into a big monster man and then he fucked me silly for two days straight. The looks on their faces might have been worth that though. Oh well, you can still surprise them with that later.

“No way is that guy stronger than me,” Curtis challenges. You’d just finished telling them how long Max had held you up against the wall for and he’d called bullshit. Said there was no possible way a man could hold any woman up for that long, much less with his dick buried in her. Okay, he’d been less crass about it, but that was the gist.

You shrug. It’s not like you can say it is possible because Max isn’t just a man. “I don’t know what to tell you man, there is a reason I called out for two days,” you answer around a bite of your sandwich. That reason is currently classified, but the wall-fuck certainly factored in.

Linsey pats Curtis’ arm and you feel significantly better about the hit to your friend’s ego. If you know anything about Linsey, she’ll have him feeling like a big, tough man again in no time. Really, Curtis should be thanking you for the no-doubt wonderful evening you’ve just bestowed upon him.

You’re actively avoiding Sami’s narrowed eyes. You know he can tell there’s something more going on, but you’ve already decided against telling them just yet, and if he asks the right question you know you’ll spill.

Maybe Sami is a supernatural creature too with the way he seems to read your mind. The thought pops into your head and you just as soon dismiss it. It’s ridiculous. Just because you met one bona-fide vampire doesn’t mean everyone else around you is some sort of creature too. That’s just absurd.

“Are you going to see him again?” Linsey asks.

“God, I fucking hope so.”

God, it seems, has a funny sense of humor. You’ve spent the last hour and a half since lunch debating on whether or not you should text Max and see if he’s available this weekend when you hear his voice echoing through the office.

At first you think you’re going insane. That somehow your pussy has taken over full operation of your brain and is now making you hallucinate at work. You’re not sure if that’s something that can actually happen, but at this point you’re not willing to rule much of anything out.

You know you’re not going insane when his voice becomes louder, paired with the telling click of your boss’s stilettos and her shrill pitch.

“Oh Max, we are just so thrilled to have you here. I hope you like what you see," Rebecca chirps. You peek up from your desk just in time to see her place a hand on Max’s bicep and squeeze. To think you’d been ready to shame yourself for interpreting her turn of phrase incorrectly when it had very obviously been the way she meant it.

You’re not stupid. You don’t know what you and Max are and a couple days worth of sex does not a relationship make, but your blood boils watching his hand fall over hers, his eyes raking up her body before replying, “So far I’ve loved every inch. I can’t wait to see more, sugar.”

It’s appalling. In more ways than one. You’re not even sure which you’d like to address first – the clear lack of professional behavior, the gross smiles painted on both of their faces, or the fact that he’d been buried in you within the past twelve hours – but all of them have you seeing red.

You can feel Sami’s eyes on you. He’s already figured out what’s going on and is watching to see if his intervention will become required. You’re honestly not sure at this point.

Rebecca’s high pitched giggle is what sets you off. It’s grating to hear and if Max can honestly stand to listen to it that’s his prerogative, but that doesn’t mean the rest of you should be subjected to it. Sami stands up with you, clearly under the impression you’re about to do something stupid. It’s a fair assumption. You’ve been known to do a decent amount of dumb shit.

The moment you clear the cubicle wall, no longer just peeking over top of it, Max’s eyes find yours. He stops in his tracks and you imagine you must look akin to a raging bull – only you’re not the one with the horns in this scenario.

He looks completely human. Of course he does, he’s in a widely public setting, but for a moment you can see him like you did this morning. Shirtless, that teasing strip of hair leading from his belly button to carelessly thrown on pajama pants, his hair ruffled. A few stray longer pieces gently falling over his horns that you couldn’t help but reach out and reposition. He kept his wings out, letting one gently wrap around you, cradling your body closer to his. His eyes glimmered with the ever-shifting flecks of gold, like a star shower that was happening only in his irises. It was the moment you felt like it could be something more than a days long hook-up.

It takes your boss saying your name to make you snap out of the trance you’re in. “Do you know each other?” Rebecca asks. There’s a look on her face that’s more panicked than you’ve ever seen her. At least you know to keep your anger directed at one person and not the pair. You even feel a little bad now that she’s caught in this situation.

“I guess not,” you answer, walking past her and straight for the bathroom. You’re not sure what you’re going to do in there – you went to the bathroom just twelve minutes ago – but it seems better than remaining at your desk.

Your boss and Max continue their tour, considerably less touchy than before. When they head into her office, Curtis pops over the cubicle wall to look for you. He finds Sami and Linsey staring at him instead.

“Uh, wasn’t that-?”

Sami cuts him off. “Yep.”

Your friends are the best. That could be the alcohol talking, but you’re almost certain it’s true when you’re sober too. The role of designated driver is on a weekly rotation and it should be your turn but after the surprise office visit on Thursday, Linsey offered to take it instead. Since she’s a total angel, she didn’t even make you swap with her, just said she’d double up. You very nearly cried. You might now.

“I mean, does he have no sense of decency? He probably didn’t even wash his sheets before moving to his next conquest, it’s disgusting.” You’ve been at this for a while. It’s another credit to your friends that they have the patience to put up with you, but they get it. Your hurt feelings are well within your right.

“Don’t worry about him anymore,” Sami says. “At least you got some good sex out of him and found out he was a piece of shit early on.”

Sami has a point. Both yours and his last relationships had ended with your boyfriends revealing that they were huge tools. Yours after you discovered his texts to his buddies degrading you and being pissed about the amount of hours you were working when you were financially supporting him, and Sami when he gave his boyfriend a surprise visit only to find him balls deep in another guy. To find out early on could be a blessing. It still hurts though.

It’s nearing the end of the night, most of the Friday crowd already having called it quits. Linsey and Curtis are making doe-eyes at each other that’s making your stomach twist and you know it’s probably nearing time for you to call it too. At least they can have a nice night together. You really hope they spill the beans on their relationship soon – pretending to not know is starting to take years off your life.

Linsey and Curtis leave first. You and Sami assure them both that you’ll grab cabs or ubers and let them leave without commenting on the way Curtis’ hand dips into Linsey’s back pocket.

“Do they think we’re that dumb?” Sami asks you, watching the bar door close.

You snort over what remains of your beer. “I really don’t know, man. I’m happy for them though. Curtis has been into her since she started.”

Sami clasps a dramatic hand over his heart. “Our sweet little himbo, all grown up.”

A momentary silence stretches between the two of you. This is not the first time you’ve both ended up here, some of the last people remaining in the bar. The beauty of having a friend with the same shit luck in relationships and a matching coping mechanism.

“I am sorry. You seemed really excited about him at lunch yesterday,” Sami says.

Ah. So you’ve hit that point in the night. The emotional one instead of the bitch about your problems in the hopes they go away one.

“I was,” you admit. It sucks to say out loud but it’s true. To make it even worse, the whole kink fulfillment wasn’t even the reason why. You liked Max. He made terrible lewd jokes, had a far too cocky attitude for how soft he was, and had actually laughed at you when you requested an ice pack for your poor overworked vagina, but you liked him.

Of course he had to be an asshole.

"If it makes you feel any better, you did manage to make Rebecca look like she was going to shit herself," Sami offers.

You can't help but smile. The look on your typically unshakable boss's face had been a treat. "Who knew that even she respects girl code."

Sami, ever the saint, covers your bar tab. He tells you he expects the same the next time he has boy troubles and you hope for both your wallet and your friend's happiness that day never comes.

You're still fairly tipsy when you climb into your uber, waving bye to Sami as he continues to wait for his. Alone with your thoughts, you're helpless as they drift to Max.

You feel like an idiot for thinking there was something more between you. It was obvious now that Max had used you for his own pleasure and when you decided you actually needed to return to your own life, you became unimportant in his. Probably just another notch in a bedpost that's likely been whittled to a toothpick.

Your driver is unfortunately chatty. Some young college kid doing this job to try and make ends meet and doesn't know when to keep quiet. He probably still has the romantic idea in his head that he might be some soothsayer for a downtrodden rider. Somehow he doesn't know that role is only for old men with grizzled beards or weird hippie women.

"What has you so down?" The kid asks.

You want to roll your eyes, potentially tell him to fuck off. Emotions and alcohol get the best of you.

"Found out a guy I slept with didn't feel the same way," you answer.

"How do you know?"

You expected sympathy, not a question like that. It's a little intrusive, but you like his gumption. "He came into my office and was all over my boss."

"Yikes, dude! That blows." Yeah, certainly not a secret paragon of worldwise advice.

You huff. "Tell me about it."

"Man, if I were you I'd be over there chewing him out. Blowing you off is one thing but to go for your boss? Low blow," he says, making a shockingly slow right turn.

"To be fair he didn't know it was my boss," you pause. "That might be worse."

He lets out a low whistle. "Like I said, I'd be tearing that guy a new one."

You consider it for a moment. Realistically, you and Max owe each other nothing. You had a few days of mind-blowing sex with no set plans to see each other again and that was it. He could move on whenever and however he saw fit. Something still burns in your gut though. An anger you know you’ll carry unless you get some answers. Fuck it.

“Could you actually take me to this address?” you ask, holding out your phone for the kid to read.

“Oh hell yeah, lady! Let’s get you some justice!”

On the list of intelligent decisions you’ve made in your life, listening to a college aged uber driver is not high. It is certainly higher than the time you decided to eat an entire funnel cake and then ride the Twister (you were 22 at the time) and higher than the time you tried to work a twelve hour shift on two hours of sleep while sick and hopped up on flu medicine (look, 22 wasn’t a good age for you) – but still, on your list of smart choices, this is not going to be in the top ten any time soon.

You give your driver a 5-star rating and a high five when you get out of the car before marching up to the apartment building’s door. There’s an immediate roadblock. The buzzer.

You blame adrenaline and the remaining effects of booze for you failing to remember this key hurdle. It’s not like you could just buzz Max to let you up. He probably wouldn’t and it would completely ruin your surprise attack.

“Fuck,” you mutter, weighing your options. Your uber has already taken off and you’ve come this far. You need to see it through.

You press one of his neighbor’s buttons. They don’t respond. You try another. Again no reply. Third times the charm? Nope. You try the first one again. Nothing.

You take a deep breath in, trying to calm yourself before you lose it entirely. This always works in movies, why isn’t this working? You try the first one a third time.

This time, a very annoyed voice comes through the speaker. There is a god! “What do you want?”

“Um hi, yeah I need someone to buzz me in.”

“Why?”

Okay, time to think of a good lie. Something to get you inside. “I need to yell at one of your neighbors.”

No! Stupid! Why would you say that? Now they’ll never let you in!

“4C?” the voice from the speaker asks. It takes you aback and you double check Max's address on your phone. 4C.

“Yeah, actually.”

“Go ahead, dude’s a dick. If you kill him though please don’t tell the cops I let you in.”

“You got it.” You don't even remember what apartment button you pressed anyway.

The door lock unlatches, allowing you entry. The stairs look daunting in your current state and you slip off your heels, risking the dirty floors to a rolled ankle.

When you get to his door, you have the thought to message someone where you're at. He didn't kill you last time, but you never know. Things could change.

You send a message to Sami.

You: At Max's. If I don't message by morning assume I'm dead.

It's a little dramatic, sure, but the point comes across when Sami replies almost instantly.

Love of my life😻: What do you mean, at Max's

You: I mean I'm outside his apartment door rn and I'm gonna yell at him

Love of my life😻: If you die I'm telling everyone at your funeral about how you thought a blow job literally meant blowing air on a dick until you were seventeen

You: Fine

It's a risk you're willing to take. If Sami tells everyone that he'll have to include how the guy actually came from that too. It was the best part of the whole story.

You shove your phone back into your purse, taking a moment to collect yourself before pounding on the door. There's a muffled yell from the other side and the telltale sound of approaching footsteps. No turning back now.

The door swings open to reveal Max in a look you can only call Friday night in chic. He's wearing what looks to be silk pants and a large fluffy robe that you had eyed but left alone during your extended stay. You're guessing from the large strip of his chest you can spot that he's shirtless, probably to allow his wings to unfurl. His eyes are wide at your sudden appearance.

"I- you- lamb?"

You push past him, storming into the apartment. The ambiance of the room does not match your energy. It's lit in the soft yellow glow of incandescent bulbs and calming piano music you aren't refined enough to identify lilts through the air. There’s the soft scent of lavender in the air and if it weren't for the book and wine glass filled with what can only be blood, you would think he has company over. Is he wining and dining himself?

The peaceful atmosphere of the apartment throws you a bit, but you refuse to let it distract you from why you came here in the first place. You spin on your heel, turning to face Max. He still seems to be processing your presence and before he can get a word out you yell the question that’s been rattling around in your head since Thursday afternoon.

“What the fuck was that?”

The apparent randomness of your question is enough to jar him. “What was what?”

“Don’t pretend. You were all over her. Sugar? Is that your thing, do you come up with a little nickname for each new partner to make them feel special? That’s sick, you know.”

You hate the look on Max’s face. It’s one of surprise but also intrigue. As though he just had a eureka moment that he’s now going to use against you. His eyes flash gold. “Are you jealous?” he asks.

You scoff. “Jealous? You think I am jealous?”

Unbelievable. Truly. More so than his horns and wings, this turn of events is simply unbelievable. You came here to yell at him for his disgusting and perverse display in a place of business and he tries to turn it around on you.

You watch as some of Max’s features become more monstrous. His eyes shift color, ears becoming pointed once again, and those stupid, ridiculous horns make themselves known. The effect they have on you is infuriating. You’re rooted to the spot, staring at him with open disbelief, waiting for him to say something more.

Max walks towards you, and you can see his body grow larger with each step. Somewhere, in the back of your mind, you wonder why he doesn’t just keep his size at all times. He would certainly be marked as a large man, but nothing too out of the ordinary. As soon as you begin to ponder over it, you admonish yourself. You didn’t come here to wonder about his human disguise. You came here to yell and you aren’t done yet.

“You really have some nerve, you know that? And to think I had just told my friends about you too,” you shout.

Max’s smile only widens, his arm wrapping around your waist while his other hand comes up to cup your cheek. Your jaw is tiny in his palm, easily cradling it entirely while his thumb gently passes over your lips, effectively silencing you.

Your pulse is racing. You want to push him off, tell him that he can go fuck himself in a fit of righteous glory, and strut back out into the night. Instead your breath shudders, letting Max take his time looking at you before he speaks again.

“It’s okay to be jealous, little lamb. Did you think I would show her all of this?” he asks.

You know your eyes give you away. He managed to hit the nail on the head, a truth that you barely allowed yourself to fully process or consider. Max moving on so quickly had only been part of the pain.

What hurt even more was that you had thought yourself special, that for whatever reason, he had revealed himself to you and no one else, only for that idea to come crashing down in seconds. It was stupid and more than a little selfish, but it was true. To think there was even the smallest chance that he would easily reveal himself to Rebecca as he had to you was unbearable.

Max offers you a small pout. You want to bite his stupidly plush lower lip. "My sweet little lamb."

You don't want to give in. You want to hold your ground, yell a bit more, maybe even throw something and yet, you can't help but relax into his touch. His body pressing against yours still feels better than anyone else's ever has and you can feel your resolve slipping.

Max leans down and just before he kisses you he whispers, "There's only you."

You let your purse fall to the floor. Max's lips slot over yours like they're meant to be there, slow and careful. Your anger melts beneath him.

Max's tongue slips between your lips and the kiss grows more heated. Your hands fumble, finding the tie around his robe and pushing it from his shoulders. Once it falls Max picks you up, walking you to his bedroom while trailing gentle bites and kisses down your neck. The bruises he left earlier this week have begun to heal and he seems intent on refreshing them, leaving you marked as his.

He sets you down gently on the bedroom carpet, guiding your lips back to his. His hands slide over your body, pulling at your clothes as though he wants to take them off. For some unknown reason he’s stopping himself and you move back from the kiss. “You can take them off,” you tell him.

“Are you sure, lamb?” Max is looking deeply into your eyes, as though he’s searching for a different answer than the one you just gave.

“Yes.”

He takes his time – peppering kisses between each layer you have on. When you’re left in just your bra and panties, he lays you back against the bed, worshipping every exposed inch. He mumbles gentle words into your skin, ones that you barely catch until he’s lavishing attention along your collarbones.

“So perfect, too good for me, thought I lost you…” The last one makes you pause.

You wind your fingers into his hair, careful to avoid his horns, and gentle tug until you’re able to bring his face back up to yours. “What do you mean, thought you lost me?” you ask. You're gentle about it, trying not to seem judgemental or break the nearly reverent atmosphere.

Max looks embarrassed, like he got caught spilling a secret he didn’t mean to share. He can’t hold your eye when he answers. “I thought you were done with me. That after you left Thursday morning I’d never see you again.”

Your heart breaks a little at his tone, but even more so you’re confused. “Why would you think that?”

You sit up on the bed, cradling Max’s face in your hands. You give him time to answer, slowly tracing a finger over his defined facial features. There’s a knit in his brow, as though he’s trying to puzzle things out for himself.

“You didn’t stay and I never got to ask to see you again. You said bye.”

You’re still not sure you’re understanding. “I had to go to work, Max. You had my number, you could have called or texted.”

Max huffs, sitting up with you. The memory foam dips with his larger weight, tilting your body into his. “Most- most people don’t stick around after. I figured you’d had your fill and wanted to be done with me.”

You can see the hurt on his face. There’s no way for you to know how many people have rejected, rebuffed, or used Max over the years. Hell, you don’t even know how long Max has been alive for, but you don’t need numbers to understand pain. To know what it is to not be appreciated or even somewhat cherished.

You climb into Max’s lap, wrapping your arms around him as far as they will go and bury your head into his chest. The chill of his skin doesn’t bother you, even as his arms fall around your shoulders and wrap you in a frosty hug.

“I’m so sorry, Max.” You know your apology won’t suddenly make things right for him, but you hope that it can at least start to make it better. “I didn’t want to leave. I was already debating if it was weird to text and ask you out for tonight,” you tell him. The honesty feels strange but good, the need to build a wall between yourself and your feelings towards him gone.

You begin to press chaste kisses into his chest and push against him until he falls back against the mattress, your body draped across him. “Max, can I show you just how much I wanted to stay?”

Max nods, shifting his hips to help you as you slide his pants and boxers off. He’s only half-hard and you’re already wondering how you’re going to take him. In your days spent with him, oral was something he never pushed. You had asked at one point, wanting to reciprocate, and he’d redirected by fingering you instead. Well, we’ll figure it out as we go.

You lick a broad stripe up your palm, taking him in hand and start to slowly pump, feeling him harden under your steady ministrations. You keep your eyes on his face, watching as his head tips back into the pillows. He’s still holding onto parts of his human visage and you can’t help but wonder why. If it’s more comfortable that way, like not lying on his wings you understand, but holding the rest of it in can’t be truly relaxing.

“Max?” you say, running your free hand over his brow. “You can let go. I’ve got you.”

Max’s twitches in your hand and you watch as he appears in his full glory before you. He's breathtaking, laid out underneath you like this.

You move down his body, positioning yourself between his muscular legs. Max's eyes remain trained on you as you begin to kiss down his stomach, skipping down to his thighs. You murmur words of affection between each press of your lips.

It doesn't take long before Max is moaning beneath you, beads of precum starting to trail down his cock. When he speaks, Max's voice hits a deep pitch that travels right to your own pooling arousal. "Stop teasing me, lamb."

You move away from him, eliciting a whine that stops short when he realizes what you're doing. You take off your bra and panties, tossing them to the floor, and then swiftly turn back to Max and wrap your lips around his cock.

His hands jump to you in surprise – not forcing you further down, but instead moving your hair out of the way. You swirl your tongue around the fat head, moaning at the slightly salty taste of his precum. You're only able to take half of him before you can feel the edges of your gag reflex giving you warning.

Your hand covers what you can't otherwise fit, pumping him while bobbing your head. The noises coming from Max are sinful. He doesn't even need to breathe and yet his voice is catching, making you wonder when the last time anyone did this for him was.

You can't help yourself. Watching Max fall apart beneath you, knowing that you're the one making him feel this good is getting you worked up. You slip your hand down, gathering some of your own arousal before circling your clit.

Max's eyes widen when he realizes what you're doing and his hips buck, making you gag. You pull off to catch your breath, a line of spit still connecting your lips to his cock. When you go to wrap your lips around him again he stops you, a single finger under your chin.

"Won't be able to last, babe."

You can't help but smile at the compliment. Max's eyes are half lidded, a dopey look on his face that allows his fangs to peek through.

"Come here," he rumbles.

His hands are already inching down towards you as you climb over top of him but you bat them away. You're plenty aroused and you don't want to wait – feeling the stretch of him will be worth it.

You position him at your entrance, taking your time as you sink down onto him. You brace yourself on Max's chest, fingertips digging into his pecs. Max doesn't seem you care, his own hands firmly holding onto your waist.

Once you're finally able to take every inch you pause, taking a moment to feel him inside of you. You lean down, pressing more kisses and praise into him before starting to roll your hips.

"F-fuck, Max. You're so b-big. Handsome."

You push your hand behind Max's head, angling it so that your foreheads press together as you increase your speed. His irises are swirling, reminding you of when glitter is spun in a glass.

Max shifts slightly, somehow pushing deeper into you. You're certain you're leaving indents in his chest from how tightly your fingers flex, but Max only groans with pleasure beneath you.

"Close," you moan, your hips losing their rhythm.

Your vision flashes white, little stars appearing, your legs shaking as you clench down around Max. You can feel that he's close too, and in a haze you pull his head closer, placing soft kisses over every inch of his horns.

The combined sensations of you fluttering around his cock and lavishing attention on his horns is too much for Max to handle. He hardly warns you, not that you have the presence of mind to care, before cumming deep inside of you.

Neither one of you attempts to move. You flop your head down onto Max's chest, mindlessly stroking his bicep. Max's hand is running along your spine, making a chill run through you. He chuckles when your body twitches from it.

You look up towards him and smile. "Do you believe that I want you now?"

He kisses the top of your head. "I believe you, lamb. Give me a few minutes and I'll show you how much I want you."

There's a knock at the door. You're surprised, considering you hung up with the pizza place only 5 minutes ago, but you shrug and go to answer it anyway. You double check the knot on the robe – Max's fluffy one, now yours, before opening the door.

The knocks increase in urgency and you open the door just as the person's fist comes down again.

"Ow, shit!" you yell, holding your head where you were just inadvertently punched.

Max is next to you before you can even look up at your attacker. "Who the fuck are you?"

A familiar voice answers him. "I'm here to make sure my best friend isn't dead, asshole."

The pain is already subsiding and you look to see Sami standing in front of you, looking pissed. Right. The text you were supposed to send. Oops.

Additional note: I am blown away by the response monster Maxie got and honestly I'm having a ton of fun with him. Please feel free to send me asks and questions about him, I would love to add to this silly little series with more chapters, headcanons, whatever!! I want to answer whatever questions you've got

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