#i am already slowly resuming activity

[sleepingpillscosmos]

Congrats on 300!!! You deserve it! I love the event idea, so can I request the prompt “"my sides hurt" cue the other character getting a pillow thrown at their head when they start smirking "I DIDNT EVEN SAY ANYTHING"” with Michael Kaiser? (I hope I don’t come off as rude or anything, I’m just really awkward over text)

SMUG — michael kaiser

pairing: michael kaiser x fem!reader.

warnings/content: mention of sexual activity. reader is not really an early bird.

wc: 1k.

requested: yes, by anon.

a/n: well guys.. remember when yesterday I said that would have posted another request? well.. I totally forgot to post this, I even forgot to let someone beta read it. so sorry guys.

anyway thank you for the congratulations! I'm convinced this prompt was made for him. and you didn't absolutely come off as rude or anything!

prompt: "my sides hurt" cue the other character getting a pillow thrown at their head when they start smirking "I DIDNT EVEN SAY ANYTHING".

You turned in your bed as you slowly woke up, the sheets sliding against your naked skin and the morning sun making it glow under the light of its rays.

You sat up on the bed, keeping the sheets close to your body. You blinked a few times, adjusting to the light of the room.

Michael wasn't in bed with you, but you already knew that, even before waking up. You were used to it. He always woke up pretty early to stretch and go for a morning run, then he ate a quick breakfast before leaving your shared apartment to go to the morning training and come back around 10 am, when you usually got up.

You tried to wake up and start your day with him multiple times over the three years you lived together, but you've never been much of an early bird, so it never worked. You always ended up knocked out on the couch by the time Kaiser came back from his run, and he ended up having to take you back to your bedroom every time.

After a good five minutes where you stayed sat on the bed looking in front of you, you finally decided to get up and start your day.

Once you took your first step, you immediately stopped, hissing, taking your hands to both your sides. Fucking Michael.

You recollected yourself, taking your panties and an old t-shirt of Michael's to cover your still naked body. You gave the clock a quick glance and read 10:37 am. Micheal should already be at home, and the noises coming from your living room confirmed it.

You went to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth. When you were done you went to the kitchen to eat breakfast, making a quick stop in the living to say good morning and give a quick kiss to Kaiser. As usual he sat at the table with his glasses on and his laptop in front of him, checking the videos from the last match he played.

You approached him and hugged him from behind, and as soon as you did it you could see the little smile on his face on the reflection of the screen in front of him. He turned his head a little, so that he could give you a peck on the lips.

"Good morning." You said to him smiling, resting your chin on his shoulder. "Good morning." He answered back, pausing the video that was currently playing on his laptop.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked turning his body, so that you could slot between his legs and he could hug your body with both his arms.

You nodded, still smiling at him, "Yeah, I was really tired."

"I could tell." You looked at him confused, raising one eyebrow.

"You were snoring really loudly." He said, trying not to burst out laughing. You scoffed, looking at him annoyed, then you flicked his forehead before going to the kitchen to finally have breakfast. He shook his head laughing, then he turned his body back to the laptop to resume his work.

You prepared your breakfast, then you sat on the counter while eating it and drinking a glass of orange juice. Once you were done you looked around the kitchen, which was a bit of a mess, so you decided to tidy it up.

You quickly wiped the counter and the stove, then you started to wash the dirty dishes, which was the longest part. They accumulated in the sink since yesterday morning. Nobody wanted to clean them, so they just piled up, filling the sink to the top. Usually you both would have just put them in the dishwasher, but unfortunately it broke a few days ago.

When you were finally finished, and your fingers looked like the ones of a 90 years old lady, you grabbed your phone and went to the living room to relax a bit on the couch.

You sat down, ready to watch some stupid stuff on your phone and laugh at them like a psychopath, but the constant pain in your sides prevented it. You shuffled on the couch trying to find a comfortable position, but every move seemed to make the pain worse, making you hiss over and over.

Micheal looked at you from his seat, knitting his eyebrows in confusion, "..are you alright?".

You stopped moving and took a deep breath. You already knew that if he knew the reason of your discomfort he would be smug for the rest of the day or even more. But on the other hand if you said that you were alright, which you obviously weren't, he would annoy you until you confessed the truth. After considering the two options, you decided to just get it over with.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, closing your eyes, "..my sides hurt..".

You opened your eyes and looked at him, seeing that he turned his gaze back to the video, with a smirk slowly growing on his face. You scoffed, then you grabbed the first thing beside you, which was one of the pillows of the couch, and threw it at him, hitting his face.

"I didn't even say anything!" He loudly said, throwing the pillow back at you, but missing you completely.

"I know what you were thinking!" You retorted, then finally you found a comfortable position on the couch. The smirk on Michael's face didn't go away, but you weren't surprised of that, so you unlocked your phone to busy yourself with something.

"Want me to help with that?" He grinned, his gaze still on the computer. "You've already done enough."

After a small pause, he found the perfect come back. His smirk grew larger, "Well, that's not what you said last night."

He had to thank the universe that you didn't have rocks beside you.

[idv-sunsxin3]

Horropedia // Dating Headcanons

Note// First Reverse: 1999 writing. A bit suggestive in some parts. This is my version of Horropedia, so if you don’t like it,,,, you might as well have to write your own because this is meant for my self-indulgence;; sowwy <//3

// preferably female s/o- gender neutral is also okay since I didn’t exactly mention a specific gender :)

As a strange autistic guy, I just imagine him to be the type of guy who probably have indirectly confessed to you earlier before you can even realize that months after- like you're just laid down on an armchair and you suddenly connected lines on the previous lines you once heard him before-

"Ah, hey! I've been waiting all my life to meet someone like you, so I had to come and say hello."

...he literally just say a simple remark with that smile as he gifted you a spirit catcher pistol- and then left....

Sometimes, you might not understand him. But you eventually asked him out on a date (in a normal way for once-).

"Oh? A date? Great! Let's go get coffee together. " :))

Little do you know, he also plans to have a ghost hunting date after that---

___

Kissing scenes in horror films? Horropedia at first felt a bit skeptical about them, finding that unnecessary... Until he got a crush on you, and then FELL for you - That's when he lowkey wondered in his autism brain... how would a kiss with you feels like?

Oh gosh, so many possibilities;;;

Horropedia would slowly realize the fact that he would unconsciously check his mouth breathing and fix his hair a bit whenever he spots you entering the room. "Who knows when that kiss scene happened cough cough -"/hj

There was a time Horropedia sneakily slipped during those ironically cute kissing scenes in a horror movie.. You may think you would just slip away from the unknown opportunity he would be searching for - But no, you wouldn't even get the peace to resume watching or have time to recover from a jumpscare that happened few minutes ago when there is this silly dork softly nibbling and smooching on your face and neck like that;;;

aaaand now you're making out with him in the middle of the movie ..

It seems there are now more reasons for him to ask you to stay over. ;)

He wants to impress you so bad ever since the moment he heard about you - You just happened to be... ordinary? But at the same time, refreshing... someone who easily connects with almost anyone.

Darn, I think you’re made for him. ☺️ (lol)

At first, he wanted to be the Mr. Mysterious and only introduced himself to you as "Horropedia. "... At some certain point after, he would  bashfully let you call him "Joshua." Just don't get too cocky...-/ih

If you're just as comfortable with dark humor and other kinds of morbid stuff, there is this small scenario where you and Horropedia would roleplay a bit as to help him make up stories involving these morbid antagonists and anti-heroes...- He would be kinda a bit down bad if you say Wednesday Adams stuff technically./hj

He is not sure If he has the right to die or laugh when he gets called "Joshy"... it's cringe, but he finds your silly demeanor very cute and funny.

You happen to be a big listener when it comes to horror movies, horror stories, and horror video games- whatever horropedia rambles at you at 3 am. as if it is a nearly daily basis/ih

He loves sharing hobbies with you, even cherishing the moments when you get to do whatever activities with him that are close to his interests and what he's passionate about...

You can already tell he's not interested in anything else other than that sense of thrill he has for phenomenon or violent drama... but he'll try his best to be flexible when it comes to giving you quality time... Like crafting, cooking, maybe painting?

You might know what he will create in his own hands...- ghost cupcakes, a sculpture of Friday the 13th's killer, Michael Myers mask---

Jumpscares are out of date for him, of course, but then... he still watches those classical horror movies once in a while since they're pretty much fundamental to the art of fear.

Ironically... He does like surprise back touches! Well... As long as it doesn't have to imply his poor posture, back hugs are good to go.

He finds it pleasant to have you sit next to him or on his lap as he plays those Indie horror games(?), "mmmm... Dark deception? World of Horror? Resident Evil? The Last of Us? What about Outlast? What do you think, Babe? :))"

FNAF would be obviously a breeze for him... Bro, imagine him going crazy about fnaf lore, hahahha-

DDLC gave him mixed feelings. He is half glad his baby is not that mad crazy because of that/ih

LITTLE NIGHRMARESSSS- Man, imagine him having these silly moments with how he just concerningly reacts so happily at a kid eating a gnome who just offered a sausage oh gosh-

Watching horror movies with him would be like watching a live commentary channel as you feel a slim hand rubbing your waist throughout the movie.

You might have mixed reactions alongside him when accidentally encountering sex scenes on horror movies...- things might get awkward but he would make sure to close your eyes if you don't like to see that kind of stuff- intercourse is not the option,,,, mass arson it is/ih

I can only imagine Horropedia calling you either your name, Babe, Baby, or  Boo (NOT PUN INTENDED I SWEAR FJNFNF;;) Is usually your name being called normally. Unless he is so so happy,,, or is because he just did something you probably not going to like~ 😇✨️

“Is your name Boo? Because you’re making me scream in delight.” ♥️

Oh boy-

[miueo]

repost ︐ stupid girl — pub. 100623

warnings : spankings , acedemic shaming , degrading , dumbification , etc .

pairings : tutor!minho ♡ student!reader

note : i deleted my previous acct due to the fact i was posting my writings underneath a secondary blog ! i am not stealing anyone’s work, this is my writing.

never in your life, you'd thought you'd be bent over your tutor’s lap in his room, earning yourself a spanking. what could you have done to deserve this?!

“you look so stupid. absolutely fucking dumb. what made you think you could successfully cheat on your test??” minho lands a hard slap on your left ass cheek before switching to the next.

“is my help not enough for you? Are you that much of a stupid girl to fail to comprehend my help?” he grits his teeth, yanking your hair back as he continues to spank your cheeks.

you wail and cry. you've never felt so embarrassed. what should you do now? you're already getting humiliated and scolded by your tutor, and not only that your grades have fluctuated!

“i-im sorry.. minnie it wasn't my intention to cheat.. you see-” your little excuse was cut off by the sound of your cute strawberry pattern panties being torn off your little plush ass. you wanted to protest and ask what he’s doing but you fear he’ll stop.

silly you wanted more. though, you and him would spend hours studying and studying and studying, you enjoyed the offtime activities with minho. whenever you guys aren’t studying, he’d be rewarding you by rearranging your guts and torturing you with his long, thick cock and his fingers.

minho adored you, he loved how dumb you were. who doesn’t want a ditzy little girl like you?

“you’re so cute all spread out over my lap like this. I wish I could show you off like this.” he takes his two slim fingers, gently caressing your wet glossy folds.

poor you shivered and swallowed. “can you st-stop teasing me?? it's not fair.. at least I tried my best…” you murmured.

“one more fucking word out of you and I'll do the nastiest things to you.” he gritted his teeth, grabbing your cheeks, forcing eye contact.

by now, you were intimidated to the max. minho was already mean enough to you, it was all tough love. it has gotten to the point his passive aggressiveness and rough physical touch arouses you.

you just wanted him to use you as if you’re some sort of toy. you’d let him do anything.

he lets go of your face, resuming his actions. he slowly moves a finger in your warm wet little hole before fucking you open for another finger or two to join in.

“w-wait fuck.. mmphh..!!!” a loud airy whimper escaped from your throat as your grip onto his bed sheets. it felt so good, you had just forgotten about the test you failed. all your problems and concerns had be wiped away thanks to your tutor.

three fingers later, you were left sobbing and drooling, desperate you wanted more!— too bad that it was all cut short by your cocky tutor!!

“you really thought i’d waste my precious time fucking a stupid girl like you?” he scoffed, pulling his fingers out, “if you ace your next test, i’ll think about fucking you again.”

darn it.. （；へ：）

[plantoyoon]

New experiences. part 2

I am writing this because I'm actively thinking about it and writing it seems like it would help to get it out of the depths of my brain. (I think I mostly wrote it in second person, haven't proofread it, I don't know how much sense it makes)

PS. Please let me know if you have feedback

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Synopsis: You need someone to help you with your needs

Genre/Tags: First time meeting, Friends with benefits, maybe soul bound

Smut, 18+

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More eager with each kiss, you feel the wine starting to sink in, spreading warmth through your body. The strain in your legs to reach his height makes you slowly push him towards the couch without breaking the kiss. He chuckles as he reaches the edge of the couch, throwing himself onto it and grabbing you to sit on his lap. As you get closer to him to resume kissing, he says in a quiet voice, barely audible: "I like you. How is that possible?! You're so pretty, and I'm getting so curious about you." You pretend not to hear it and kiss his nose, his chin, his jaw, leaving a wet trail down his neck.

Your thoughts are silent and loud at the same time. You don't understand them but try to pay them no mind. You want him undressed, so you start pulling at his shirt, pushing it up over his head. Enjoying this so much, he barely tries to help you in this challenge of undressing him, more occupied with feeling your body as much as he can with his hands.

"Yoongi!" (it's the first time you say his name) "I want you without this on. Let me touch you."

Quietly obeying your order, he takes off his shirt, revealing smooth skin. Still feeling him shy, you make the next move, getting rid of the big shirt on you, showing your lacy white bra hugging your boobs. His eyes sparkle at the sight, and he starts gently touching and caressing through the material. Pulling you in for a kiss, he brings you even closer to him, placing small kisses from your chin to your jaw, neck, and down to your chest. Swiftly removing your bra, his attitude switches to a more assertive approach, still gentle but more confident. Licking your boobs, biting them softly, and giving each of your nipples attention by sucking on them, your moans start to slip from your lips, giving him the signal he needs to take this further.

He turns you over, positioning himself on top, his crotch aligned with yours as he moves. You feel how hard he is through all the material and unzip his jeans, sliding your hand over his boxers.

This makes him chuckle and say, "You're quite the eager one, aren't you?"

"Well, let me show you how eager I am if you really want to know!" you say, pushing him back on the couch to get on your knees in front of him, pulling his jeans and boxers down. You look quite silly now, ogling at his big dick. Never thought you would appreciate something like this, but your mouth starts watering. Too afraid to look him in the eyes, not wanting to let him see how fazed you were by all of this, you take a lick, and another one, and another one... each longer and sloppier.

You decide he needs even better treatment, so you place your boobs around his cock and start sliding, using the drool left on it as lube. This is the moment you see Yoongi lose it. He starts moaning and touching your hair, your face, your boobs with his long fingers, helping you in your movement.

"Fuck! This fucking feels amazing, you have the greatest tits!" he exclaims, making you feel good at this silly comment.

He grabs your chin, pulling you up for a deep kiss, his tongue not leaving any space untouched in your mouth.

Moving both of you again so he would be on top, you feel his hands roaming around your body lower and lower until they reach the part of you that needs the most attention at this moment. Rubbing through your panties, he feels how wet you already are, pushing them aside to get to feel in between your folds better. You start moaning more and more through the kiss, and your hands stick to his neck and hair, feeling how soft it is.

He starts pushing inside one finger after another, moving them with care. You bite his lip, signaling him that he can be a little bit rougher. He instantly takes the hint, starting to move those two fingers inside you more aggressively, making you break the kiss to moan loudly.

"So, I guess this is how you like it?" he says, focusing on the movement of his hands, unraveling you right there under him. You can just whimper at this point, not even able to shake your head. He stops to look directly in your eyes as he positions himself to give your pussy a slap, then returns to fingering it as fast as he can. At this point, you're completely lost, unfocused and sure that if something gets out of your mouth, it will be either moans or: "Please, Yoongi, fuck me!" So you stay quiet.

He looks kind of confused and inquires, "I feel you want to say something. Why don't you say what you would like? I want to make you feel good and comfortable with me."

This makes you lose it. How can someone who just slapped your pussy tell you he wants you to be comfortable?! Still unable to verbalize your thoughts, you just moan his name. He brings his face closer to you, placing small pecks on your face, whispering: "Come on, little one! Tell me what you want!"

"Please, I want to feel you inside me. I want your fucking dick inside!"

"What a dirty girl we have here, and I didn't even know!" he says as he pulls you by the hips to make you turn around with your ass up. "Spread it," and you obey, waiting and feeling the cold air on your cunt, followed by his tongue on it. You feel him making a mess there, hearing all those sloppy sounds, feeling the wetness on your thighs until he feels satisfied and all the sounds he makes vibrate right through you.

He kneads your ass for a moment, pressing his fingers into your skin like dough. Then he positions himself at your core, putting it in slowly. Despite all that preparation, making you wet as fuck, it still takes you some time to accommodate his size.

"Fuck, you're big!"

"Yeah! I know, but you're taking me so well with your perfect pussy!"

Never thought dirty talk would be your thing, but with him, it feels so natural. You could let him say whatever he wanted and make you wetter and wetter.

Finally, you feel him bottoming out. You're still not completely comfortable, but he gives you time to adjust, caressing your back with his hands, placing kisses on it and leaving wet trails with his tongue.

"Your ass feels so good in my hands, I can barely contain myself not to slap it to see how it moves under my hands!"

"Please do, please slap my ass!" and he does, making you shiver at the sensation. "Do it again!" he obeys and feels you sliding on his cock, now more comfortable with his size. He takes the signal and starts fucking you while his hands continue to roam your body and his lips leave kisses here and there on your back.

At some point, he puts his hand in your hair, grabbing it to pull your body against his and fuck you with his hands around your body, pinching your nipples from time to time.

Your mind is starting to drift, unable to focus on anything else besides all the sensations that his dick inside you and his hands feeling your body give you.

You pant, "I'm... close, Yoongi..."

"Me too, stay with me... I want to feel you coming on my dick"

The orgasm builds like an electric storm, gathering intensity in every nerve of your body. The sensation starts as a warm, insistent pulse, spreading from your core to every extremity. Your skin tingles, your mind momentarily blanking as you're consumed by the sheer intensity of it all and feel Yoongi's hot breath on your neck.

The world narrows to the overwhelming rush, every fiber of your being focused on the release. Moans or cries escape your lips, raw and unfiltered and you hear Yoongi doing the same.

As the tension melts away, you feel light, floating on a cloud of lingering pleasure, your senses still heightened, your body humming with the remnants of your climax. You let your body crash on the couch, with Yoongi following next to you. You place a hand on his chest as you both try to gather your breaths. Unable to say anything, you lock looks with him trying not to doze off.

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[dawndelion-winery]

It's For My Research!

Dottore × GN! Reader

There are things only science can make Dottore do, and it seems dating was one of them

Hi yes I live, I'm vv sorry about the long hiatus, I've been v busy and still am but hopefully I can get back into writing more frequently again. Tysm to everyone for sticking around

You're fairly certain you've tried everything; every trick in the book, and still your very attractive friend - used very loosely - didn't seem to take notice of you. Any scrap of attention he threw your way was solely for progress in his work, and if you approached him first? He'd only entertain as far as your academic related request required - anything like small talk was quickly shut down, both by his dry responses and intimidating demeanor.

"Zandik, I need your help with a personal experiment. There's no one else who can help."

He halted his work momentarily, head tilting to the side ever so slightly, evidently intrigued at your request. However, he made no move to give you his full attention, slowly resuming his activities, albeit a little slower, since he was dividing his attention for you.

"And what, pray tell, would this experiment of yours entail?" His deep voice flowed like a stream, almost washing your mind to a blank before you snapped out of it. You suspected such would be the case, with his mere presence turning your legs into goo as you struggled to maintain your posture. You stood on the other side of his workbench and slid a few papers over - documents covering the effects of companionship and sentimental attachment on rationality. His gleaming red eyes flickered between the papers and you, and he finally scoffed as he set them down, keeping his gaze lowered. Well, it wasn't like you expected to be successful given how he avoided you.

You muttered an apology and were about to turn on your heel when he raised his head with a dastardly cocky, heart-stopping grin, enchanting scarlet eyes rooting you to the spot.

"You would have me fill the role of your companion for this paper?" Zandik mused. He leaned forward, both palms flat on the workbench as his face inched closer to yours. "Or is it simply an excuse for you to be near me?"

His forehead was almost pressed against yours, a stray lock of his hair falling in front of your eyes like how his breath fell on your lips with his soft whisper.

"I-I really do need to write a report, Zandik." You were embarrassed by how shaky your voice was, betraying the effect he had on you as though he wasn't already well aware of it.

"On this topic specifically? My dear, if you're going to try manipulate me, don't make it so blatantly obvious what you truly want." With his height, he easily made long strides around the workbench, backing you against it to tease you further. He took ahold of your face with his gloved hand, lightly squeezing your cheeks so that your mouth parted slightly as he ran his thumb over your lower lip. "No matter...I'll humour you this time. I am so terribly curious as to how far you'll push your luck with me, so do try your best to entertain...for if you do, I just might throw you a bone and...indulge you further."

You screwed your eyes shut the closer his face got to yours, nervously anticipating his lips meeting yours. Naturally, you were left embarrassed once again when you felt his warmth grow distant and found him back at work, chuckling at how easily you turned to putty at his gestures.

Oh what a bastard he was. And how that bastard did make your heart run laps.

~

As a responsible scholar, you made sure to keep a daily record of your time with Zandik, noting every observation and thought you deemed important and relevant. All of this, of course, Zandik watched in amusement, still in disbelief you'd actually commit to the act.

And true to his word, he did indulge you every so often since you kept him entertained. From a casual arm around your shoulder to the spontaneous kisses to your palm, it seemed his idea of "rewarding" you was to fluster you.

~

A few months in and you'd expected the novelty of it to die down for Zandik. Yet it seemed he wasn't entirely opposed to sticking around until you let him go.

"My dear," he began. "Exactly how long does it take for you to obtain sufficient data for this?"

And there it was. You hesitated to answer, your mind racing for anything that might be a satisfactory reason for him.

"No need to answer. As thorough as you're trying to be, it's only natural you're nowhere near as competent as myself. I completely understand if you insist on clinging to me with what little you have."

He was just downright offensive. Word wise, at least. There was something less distant about his tone. Now that you had finally stopped swooning at the sound of his voice, you were able to develop some familiarity with his various intonations and subtle tells.

You laughed it off, knowing how much of an ass he could be. "Whatever you say, my darling." Feeling bold, you straightened your notes and planted a quick peck on his cheek before rushing off to submit them.

Zandik's eyes widened. And then his face fell into its usual self satisfied smirk as his eyes followed your retreating figure.

"To think that your silly hypothesis would apply to me as well...my dearest."

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[annoyinglandmagazine]

Summary: Many had stopped to watch now as five of their lords engaged in a full on snowball fight on the walkway.

‘The activity at The Gap is looking more and more concerning by the day. Maglor, I need to have more regular updates on this. The area is crucial but we need notice if we were to have to send aid. We are all in precarious positions and the slightest movement of troops could have serious security implications,’ Maedhros was striding at a speed where a lot of people had to jog slightly to keep up. He tended to do this when he was stressed and his siblings and generals knew it, but some of the ones who dealt with him less were already panting.

His tone also sounded slightly pleading as well, a show of weakness that only ever occurred in situations regarding his brothers safety. After that it all happened so quickly. One of the generals from Himlad stumbled and knocked into Maedhros. While he was getting up, apologising profusely, his hand got caught in Maedhros’ hair for a few seconds, dragging through the recently grown out strands.

Maedhros froze for those few precious seconds before righting himself and waving off any further apologies. He stood on the spot only moving when he noticed everyone waiting for him and proceeded forward without saying a word. He had gone pale and was gripping the stump where his hand should have been in a way that must have been painful. He looked forward but he did not seem to be processing much of his surroundings or the resumed review by his general.

‘Are you alright Nelyo?’ Maglor spoke softly from a few careful inches away from his shoulder, somehow silencing the whole debate that had restarted around them. Maedhros gave him a reproachful look for inadvertently bringing attention to him. When he spoke his voice was steady ‘I’m perfectly fine, Kano,’ a reminder that they were not meant to refer to each other by childhood nicknames in such scenarios, ‘Now what were you saying about trade relations, I’m afraid I didn’t catch that,’ Caranthir cast one concerned look to Maglor before continuing his report.

All the brothers who had not observed the incident were now aware and briefly conferred through a few shared glances. Celegorm pulled his mouth into his trademark Tyelko grin which led to him getting the trademark Maglor ‘just don’t kill anyone’ look. Tyelko bent down and rolled something in his hands. ‘Hey, look it’s snowing!’ he said. Curufin and the twins exchanged disbelieving and apprehensive looks while Maglor hadn’t fully caught on. Caranthir was looking over his shoulder very confused and was promptly hit in the face with a freezing ball of snow.

The generals who had noticed went still for a moment as if not entirely sure what they had just seen had actually happened. ‘Who threw that.’ Caranthir’s voice was chilling and would have sent many running for the hills. His eyes landed on the grinning blonde, slowly wiping snow off his hands, ‘I have no idea Moryo,’ Celegorm said breezily while all his generals looked at each other horrified.

‘I am going to kill you. You little motherfucking-’ what proceeded was honestly quite impressive from a linguistic point of view. Feanor would have been proud. Throughout this rant Caranthir was rolling snowballs along the bannister and it ended with rushing forward to attack his brother. Curufin, Amrod and Amras took this as their cue to get involved. Many had stopped to watch now as five of their lords engaged in a full on snowball fight on the walkway.

A few of them were still walking with Maedhros and discussing strategy, oblivious to the chaos behind them. Then something hit Maedhros mid-speech. He turned around slowly. All the people who had been quietly enjoying the entertainment had gone pale. Maedhros was taking in the carnage before him. He instantly made eye contact with the second oldest who had been standing aside up until now. Maglor gave him a genuine, but provocative smile not saying anything. ‘Oh you are so going to regret that Makalaurë,’ and though his words were threatening he had broke into the first genuinely happy smile he had worn in months. He broke into a run and lifted Kano right over his shoulder, eliciting a shriek of laughter from the minstrel as all the others began pelting him with snow.

At this point most spectators just shrugged and started having their own snowball fight a few metres away from where the seven’s laughter carried all the way down the corridor.

[scarebats]

WIP Wednesday

Across Your Shoulders and Chest - Icemav (chapter 2)

i have only written the pre-smut since i posted chapter 1, but possessive ice is still here! kinda NSFW at the end

Maverick is dropped down onto the soft blankets with a quiet thud. Still processing the events of earlier, he doesn’t necessarily comprehend Ice crawling between his legs. A shaky breath is let out as Ice makes his way higher and takes his starting place on the lips of the shorter.

He can’t really return the kiss that’s too eager to stay for long. Breaths too unstable and Ice licking his way to the edge of his jaw. Ice takes note of Maverick’s overwhelmed state and lifts his head. “You alright, baby?”

Swallowing, Maverick nods shallowly. Not buying the confirmation, Ice fully lifts himself to hover above Maverick, his arms bracketing Maverick’s head. “You have to be vocal for me, hon. I don’t want to do something you don’t like.”

“I’m— I’m fine, Ice. You can keep going,” Maverick manages out, little sighs in between some words.

“If you say so. But I’m stopping the second you feel uncomfortable with something.” Ice’s tone has no room for argument, so Mav has no option but to agree.

“Okay.”

Now Ice resumes his activities, ones that would’ve either already happened or be happening if it were not for Slider. He stakes his claim on Maverick as he works his way back down to his beautiful ass. Slowly, Ice traces his hands down Maverick’s stomach and comes to a stop at the waist of his shorts, folding his shirt up in the process.

Maverick shivers as Ice leaves wet marks along his neck, stretching the neckline of the shirt to reveal his smooth skin that’s perfect for biting. Maybe he could revisit the biting after he gets his tongue inside of Maverick. It’s been torture for the past twenty minutes, every passing second like agony.

A sudden idea comes to mind. “Baby? Could you flip onto your front for me?”

“Why?” Maverick still obliges despite his confusion.

“‘Wanna be able to see my name on your back while I ravage you.” Maverick lets out a choked groan at the abruptness of the statement.

(i hope y’all are excited for chapter 2!! i am also refraining myself from writing anymore chipmav until i have at least 2 fics posted)

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The Worthy One

Chapter 4: The Worthy

“I can’t bring someone into your clan right now.” Paz takes another step closer. Now the blue helmet is right in front of his own. “But if you want, it would be my honor to have your clan join my House.”

Rating: General Audience

Paring: Paz/Din

Words: 4,277

About three weeks after the duel, Din can finally put on his full armor again. The wounds on his shoulder and back have healed nicely, leaving him two pink new scars.

Paz helped him to take off his bandage for the last time this morning. He stopped needing help a while ago, but decided not to disrupt their routine if Paz didn’t mention it first. Maybe the other mandalorian still felt guilty, and he enjoyed the kindness too much to put a stop to it.

It has never been this nice between them. They can have conversations without turning them into arguments or fights. Occasionally they can even make some jokes without irritating each other. He doesn’t know if he can call Paz a friend yet, but they are getting there.

Din takes one last look in the small mirror. He can only see from his chest above, but still, watching his body covered in the familiar silver beskar brings a deep sense of tranquility. It’s like growing back a layer of his own skin.

*

Din opens the door and steps out, already hearing Paz training with the armorer. The sound of beskar clicking with the Darksaber isn’t like anything he’s ever heard. It’s both harsh and harmonious, like the battle cry from two lovers.

“You have improved considerably, but you are still holding back.”

Paz remains silent, which is an acknowledgement in itself.

“Many emotions can weaken you against the blade,” the armorer approaches the larger mandalorian. Her smaller frame doesn’t diminish her commanding presence. “As I’ve told you, fear is the worst of them all.”

“Then perhaps I can help.” Din steps on the narrow metal bridge. He doesn’t know what Paz fears, but if there’s one thing that Paz isn’t afraid of, it’s him.

The armorer turns to him. “Are you fully healed?”

“I am.”

“Good, then you can resume your training.”

“I would like to train with Paz Vizsla,” He looks at the Darksaber in Paz’s hand, and then nods to the armorer, “with your permission.”

“That’s not a good idea.” Paz interrupts, “you just recovered, and you have no weapon to counter this blade.”

“Beskar armor is the best defense against it.”

Paz takes a small step back and slowly studies him from head to toe, like he’s trying to make sure if there’s someone else under the armor.

“Alor, please tell Din Djarin he has lost his mind.”

“It’s a bold suggestion,” the armorer gives him a long, thoughtful glance, “but not without reason.”

Paz looks between them incredulously. “You can’t be serious. This blade almost killed you last time!”

“And you didn’t let it.” Din steps forward. “If you could stop it then, you can stop it now.”

“This is a fair point, but you do need a weapon other than your armor.” The armorer puts an end to their disagreement, and signals him to follow her to the forge.

Din has seen all her tools, but hasn’t touched any of them except the hammer, which was used as a symbol of order during their covert meetings. Only the armorer has the right to forge tools, and for any other mandalorian, holding them even for a brief amount of time is a great honor.

He watches her open the cabinet and takes out a long stick. Maybe it has another name, but the only thing he knows is that the stick is used to push large pieces of beskar into the forge.

She offers it to him in silence. He bows, and then accepts it with both hands.

*

When Din walks back to the bridge, Paz is standing rigidly on the other end with the Darksaber in his hand, but it’s not activated.

“I still think this is a bad idea.”

“I know.” He says, getting into the right stance. “But alor was right. If you know what’s distracting you, you need to resolve it.”

Paz remains still for quite a while, and Din wonders if this is his way of saying no. But eventually Paz adjusts the Darksaber in his palm, and ignites it.

They walk towards each other, slow and steady. Din feels his strong heartbeats, slightly elevated, pumping hot blood throughout his entire body, from chest to fingertips. There’s not a single strand of fear, only excitement.

The Darksaber clashes with his beskar stick, right above his helmet. He grunts and tightens his grasp, right leg stepping back to offer more support. The blow felt stronger than his own, and certainly way more powerful than Gideon’s.

Paz pulls back, and then immediately comes for his left side. He rotates the stick, just in time to meet the blade again. Thankfully it’s long enough.

He pushes down on the other end of the stick, trying to move Paz’s blade with leverage, but the other mandalorian doesn’t move, not even an inch. Din feels his eyes widen. Paz is stronger than him, but definitely not this strong.

This has to be the Darksaber.

Their visors meet, and the gaze holds a little bit longer than necessary. Din takes advantage of the brief distraction and does a full spin, using the momentum of his entire body’s movement to throw Paz off balance.

Then he takes two quick steps forward, holding the stick out directly at Paz’s neck. A part of him wishes it was a spear to make his attack more threatening, but it’s also a good thing that the stick is unlikely to cause serious injury.

Only gaining half of his balance back, Paz barely manages to knock the stick away, which leaves his broad chest and abdomen open. Din smiles, charging forward with a series of quick strikes. He knows from experience that Paz won’t be able to block them all.

That is what happens first, the other mandalorian struggling to counter each strike, the Darksaber looking heavier with each movement. He can taste the sweetness of victory on the tip of his tongue.

But then something changes. He can’t tell what exactly, but he can sense it, just like how he sensed it last time, like the very definition of danger creeping around him, making the hair on his back stand up.

The edge of the Darksaber glows brighter for an instant, like a blink, but it’s over so fast that Din thinks he might have imagined it.

The next thing he knows, the Darksaber spins 180 degrees in the blink of an eye, clashing with his stick so hard that it knocks him back several steps.

He takes a hold of the stick with both hands, using it to balance himself so he doesn’t lose his footing. Then the Darksaber starts attacking him, faster than Paz has ever been yet equally strong, if not more.

He feels his palms sweat inside the gloves, fingers start getting numb after each impact. A strand of nervousness rises in his chest. He doesn’t know how well Paz can control the Darksaber now. Even if he won’t be killed, he can’t be completely certain that this won’t turn into another accident, and he really doesn’t want to get stabbed by that thing again.

Din blocks another attack right above his chest. He sees the blade moving down, so he shifts the stick to his abdomen, preparing for the next move. But then the Darksaber stops midair, and before he can understand what’s happening, it moves back up to his chest, clashing with the beskar armor.

Din hears a pained groan escaping his throat as the air gets knocked out of his lungs. It feels like a rock just hit him square in the chest, hard enough for him to see stars for a second.

He falls back on the metal ground, the stick almost slips from his fingers, but he manages to clutch it, holding it tightly above himself to prepare for another blow.

He sees Paz’s large frame looming over him. The Darksaber raises.

He holds the stick out.

The Darksaber deactivates. Paz holds out his left hand.

Din blinks at the sight, confused by this turn of events. The fight isn’t over yet. No one has yielded. As far as he can tell, neither of them are even injured. But Paz seems to think otherwise, so there’s no point in keeping his defensive stance on the ground. He takes Paz’s hand and gets up.

“Are you ok?”

“I’m good.” He briefly checks if there’s any damage on the beskar stick, although he knows that’s impossible. “That was impressive.”

“It was, indeed.” The armorer speaks, startling both of them. She gives Paz an acknowledging nod. “That was your best fight with the blade yet.”

“Really?” Din feels a rush of joy. It’s great when he wins, but to help someone else reach their potential brings another kind of pride. He gives Paz a firm squeeze on the upper arm without thinking. “I told you it was a good idea.”

The large muscle immediately tenses up under his touch. Thankfully the armorer speaks again, just in time to break the awkwardness.

“Take a break for now. Wielding the force can be draining. You might feel it later. And you,” she then turns to him, “you just recovered today. That was enough training for you.”

He didn’t miss her slightly stern tone, and frankly he deserves the warning based on his track record.

“As you wish, alor.” He offers the beskar stick back to her with both hands.

She takes it and walks off the bridge, returning to her forge.

*

“You improved fast. It’s only been three weeks.” Din leans back on a pillar at the side of the bridge. He doesn’t know if Paz would answer his question, but he’s too curious not to ask. “How did you make it…listen to you?”

Paz tucks the saber back to his belt. “It’s easier than you think. We were just going about it the wrong way.”

“How come?”

“I tried to focus on what I wanted, but it distracted me with what I didn’t want.”

Din nods, knowing exactly what Paz meant.

“But once I focused on what I didn’t want, it worked with me to prevent those things from happening.”

He frowns, “but isn’t that fear? I thought seeking power from fear would lead you down the dark path.”

“Maybe, but there’s a difference between fear and caution, but it’s a fine line.” Paz glances at the forge, and Din just knows it must have been the armorer who told him that.

“What is your caution then?”

Paz visibly stills at that, and Din bites his lip. He probably shouldn’t have asked such an intrusive question.

He was about to apologize when Paz answered.

“If I can’t control the blade, it will hurt the people I don’t want to hurt again.”

Din hears himself inhale, almost like a gasp. He presses his back tighter against the pillar behind him, suddenly feeling cornered.

“I didn’t…” He stutters, “I mean, that’s a noble cause. I can see why it works.”

Paz tilts his head slightly but doesn’t say anything, which makes him want to say more just to fill the silence but there are no words in his brain.

“I need to go,” he hurries to make an excuse, the first thing he can think of, “I need to do some maintenance on my weapons, haven’t touched them in a while.”

That’s not a lie. It’s just not as urgent as he makes it to be.

He turns to walk off the bridge before Paz can respond.

*

Din hears a knock on the door when he’s finishing up reassembling his blaster for the eighth time.

He can’t pretend he isn’t here. There’s nowhere else to hide.

“Come in.”

Paz closes the door behind him a lot more softly than usual, and stops a few steps from him, standing straight. “I have a proposition.”

“Ok?” Din unconsciously tightens his grip on the blaster, but then decides to put it down, not wanting to send the wrong message.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said that day about your clan, and how it wouldn’t be a clan with only one person left.”

“We’ve talked about that, haven’t we? A clan remains even when its members are scattered.” Din smiles while quoting Paz’s words. “You were right.”

“That is true, but I am suggesting something else.” Paz takes a step forward and takes a deep breath, loud enough for his helmet’s audio sensor to pick up. “If you want something more, someone who is here.”

What exactly is Paz asking? There are only three ways to grow a clan, by having children, taking in foundlings, or…wait. No, no way.

“Paz, no. Wait!” He speaks before he can stop himself. “Are you asking me to…” He can’t even say the next words out loud. Are you asking me to marry you?!

“To what?” Paz sounds equally confused, but then suddenly makes a half gasping sound, and lets out a sharp, awkward laugh. “No! I’m not asking you to take the riduurok, Din!”

“Oh, ok.” Din exhales heavily, his heartbeat gradually slowing down. There’s also sourness in his chest, but it’s barely noticeable, so he brushes it off. “What is it then?”

“Right, I can’t bring someone into your clan right now.” Paz takes another step closer. Now the blue helmet is right in front of his own. “But if you want, it would be my honor to have your clan join my House.”

Din feels his heart taking a strong beat, rushing all the blood to his head, making him dizzy, his cheeks flushed. “You are inviting me to join House Vizsla?”

“As I said, I don’t know where other Vizslas are, but we are a big House, and they are somewhere in the galaxy.” Paz takes a firm hold of the Darksaber on his belt. “One day, we can bring them all back together, and I would like you to be a part of that.”

Din licks his dry lips. His voice comes out hoarse. “Why?”

“What do you mean?”

“Look, I know things have been better between us lately, and I’m happy about that.” Din tries to find the best words. He doesn’t want to lose their newly found friendship. “But inviting someone to pledge their clan to your House? That is the highest form of respect and recognition.”

“And you don’t think I have that for you?”

He remembers the time when Paz called him a coward and tried to take off his helmet, the debilitating pain when the Darksaber buried into his shoulder.

But then he thinks about the large hand pulling him up earlier, the concern in Paz’s deep voice asking if he was ok.

He’s been wanting to ask this for a very long time. “Do you?”

“I do.” Paz answers without hesitation. “You are one of the strongest warriors I have ever seen. You have been providing for our covert as the beroya for over a decade. You risked your life saving a foundling, and you have always followed the creed from the day you put on your helmet.”

Paz takes his hand earnestly.

Din’s heart drops.

“Din Djarin, it would be my honor if your clan would join House Vizsla.”

“I can’t.” It’s suddenly hard to breathe inside the helmet and he wants to choke. “I’m sorry, I…I can’t, Paz.”

The large hand stills around his, and then slowly drops. “I see.”

“No, Paz. It’s not…”

“Din, it’s ok. It’s your right to refuse.”

“No, it’s not that.”

“Din, it’s ok, really.” Paz takes a step back, shaking his head. “You don’t need a reason.”

“I took off my helmet.”

He can hear himself breathing, ragged and elevated, in and out, in and out, but there’s not enough air. His chest tightens, heart beating violently trying to pump enough blood to sustain his failing body. He stumbles back and falls onto the bed.

“Twice, actually. I’ve been keeping it a secret.” It sounds like a whisper, almost a sob, but his face is numb and doesn’t know if there’s any tears. “But by creed, you’re now the Mand’alor, and I can’t bring this shame to your House. I’m sorry.”

For a while, their surroundings disappeared from his senses. The only thing left is his breathing, in and out, in and out, getting increasingly irregular.

“Why?”

He’s never heard Paz like that, confused and hurt. Betrayed.

“The first time was to save Grogu. I had to scan my face to get the coordinates of Gideon’s cruiser.”

He should look at Paz, face the disappointment and rage from a true mandalorians. He should bear the consequences of his own wrongdoing. But he can’t, his head is all of a sudden too heavy for his weak neck.

“And the second?”

“Before he left with the Jedi, he…wanted to see me.” Din shuts his eyes. Even now he can still feel Grogu’s tiny hand on his cheek. “I had to say goodbye.”

“So both times, you did it on your own free will.”

Din sees a drop of water falling on his gloved hand. So he has been crying. Another sign of weakness.

“I’ll leave by the end of the day, and you can…”

The thought alone brings a wave of gut-wrenching pain through this body. But he has to. This is The Way. He tightens his hands into fists, and forces himself to look up through blurred vision.

“You should take my armor.”

Paz takes a small step back as if he was physically struck by that statement. In the midst of overbearing agony, Din feels a sense of confusion. That’s what should happen to mandalorians who broke the creed. Paz out of everyone should know that.

“Not now, I need some time to think.”

“…I don’t understand.” He broke the creed. What’s there to think about?

“Just shut up and give me some time!” Paz snaps, but then takes a quick glance at the door and lowers his voice, “you never told me anything, for now, understood?”

No, he doesn’t understand at all. Why does Paz want to keep it a secret? Why isn’t Paz telling him to leave now?

Paz doesn’t seem satisfied with his silence. “Understood?”

He nods, although he still doesn’t.

Paz walks out, eerily calm on the surface, doesn’t even slam the door.

*

Din should have asked how much time Paz needed. It’s been over six standard hours, and he hasn’t left his room, barely even gotten up from bed.

Earlier he went to the fresher for a while to take off his helmet and stare into the mirror, trying to get used to the sight of his own face. He was going to live like that moving forward after all. But he didn’t last nearly as long as he wanted. His face seemed wrong, naked, strange. If he didn’t even want to see it himself, how could he expose it to everyone, all the time?

It’s already past dinner time and he’s not hungry. He can’t eat, can’t sleep. If Paz doesn’t come back by tomorrow morning, he’s going to confess to the armorer. Maybe he should just do it now. What news can Paz possibly bring him? The result won’t change. Waiting only prolongs his suffering.

Or maybe that’s what Paz is doing, although he really doesn’t want to believe it now, not anymore.

He wants to scream, or punch something.

Then the door opens.

He stands up from the bed so quickly that his vision goes black for a second.

Paz shuts the door behind them carefully and walks towards him. The bed is right behind him. He can’t back away.

“I’m not going to tell alor.”

“…What?”

“I thought about it. What you did isn’t forgivable by the creed, but here’s the thing.” Paz carefully places a hand on his pauldron. “I thought it would make me see you differently, but I don’t.”

“Why?” He feels like he’s been asking the same questions, but he can’t think of anything else to say.

“There have been a few others from our covert. Apostates.”

The word makes him shake a little. He tenses his muscles to force it down, as Paz continues.

“Some of them got their helmets removed in battle, because they were not stronger warriors than their enemies. Some of them couldn’t resist the temptation of lust or something else. But what you did…”

The large hand shifts from his pauldron to the upper arm where it’s unprotected by armor. The hold is firm and soothing.

“I tried to justify how it makes you a lesser person, but it doesn’t.”

Din feels dizziness spread from his head to the entire body, like he’s floating in the air. It’s a surreal experience, hearing something so wonderful about himself from Paz, the one person he used to not like, or even respect in the covert.

But he doesn’t miss the choice of words. It doesn’t make him a lesser person.

“But it does make me not a mandalorian anymore.”

He smiles bitterly. It only makes it worse, knowing another beautiful thing right before he’s about to lose it forever.

“It does.” Paz agrees, but doesn’t move away. “But I might have a solution.”

“For me to atone? The only way to atone is by bathing in the living waters under the mines on Mandalore.”

“That is true, but the mines have been destroyed. Look, this is not an atonement exactly, more like a workaround.”

Paz slides the hand down his arm, until their hands meet. Din hesitates before taking it. There aren’t supposed to be any workarounds for the creed.

From what he can tell, Paz also looks very nervous, and a little unsure, which is completely out of character for him.

Din mentally braces himself to hear whatever comes next, for better or worse.

“Do you remember what you thought I was asking earlier?”

Din has to take a little while just to understand the question.

“The…the riduurok you mean?”

“Yes, hear me out.” Paz grabs his hand tighter when he tries to pull away. “Think about it this way, if you are exiled, and then we take the riduurok, you will get a chance to swear into the creed again. But we can just…keep the messy middle part to ourselves.”

Din can practically feel his jaw on the ground. No way Paz is offering this. The riduurok is sacred. It’s an unbreakable bond formed with mutual love and commitment. It cannot be offered as some logistical tool.

“Are you hearing yourself?”

“Yes? I practiced it several times before coming here.”

“Paz! This is insane!” He yanks his hand free and takes a few steps away. “Look, I am incredibly touched by all this, but you can’t…we can’t take the riduurok for that reason.”

“Then how about other reasons?” Paz urges him calmly. Dank Farrik, he must have really hit the bottom if Paz is the calmer one between them. “How about the same reasons I gave you when I asked you to join my House? You didn’t even have to tell me the truth earlier. You did it to protect my honor.”

“As I should.”

“But not everyone would.”

“That’s not...” He sighs heavily and stops pacing around. Was he pacing around earlier? “Paz, think about this. A riduurok is unbreakable. We will be married until death. Us, together until we die! Is that really what you want?”

Paz has the audacity to shrug. “I wouldn’t say it’s on the top of my list, but I don’t mind it nearly as much as you think.”

Without thinking, Din almost said “but I mind it very much”.

He stops himself, because…does he mind? He doesn’t actively want it, and certainly wasn’t thinking about it at all until this very moment. But he doesn’t hate the idea. He would have three weeks ago. He doesn’t now.

“Let me make this simple for you. Which one do you prefer? Take the riduurok with me, or go to Mandalore and die trying to find the living water?”

“That is the worst proposal I’ve ever heard.”

“How many have you heard?”

Fine, that’s a fair point.

“If we do this, it’s real.” He can’t believe he’s actually considering it now. “It becomes real once we tell the armorer and say the vows, no matter why we chose to do it.”

“I know.”

“You’ve really thought this through.”

“I have.”

He has no other reasons to object.

“Ok then.”

Now Paz is the one who’s taken aback. “Is that…a yes?”

Din stands in front of the large mandalorian, and looks up at his visor. “Yes.”

He hears a soft gasp, and he chuckles behind the helmet. It feels ridiculous, yet more serious than almost anything else. Marriage is one of the most sacred commitments in mandalorian culture.

Paz tentatively takes a hold of his arm, arms, both sides this time. Din holds his breath, leaning in slightly. He feels like he should do something with his hands too, but not sure what. They’ve never touched like this before.

He never touched anyone like this before.

He relaxes his body and closes his eyes.

The sound is almost inaudible as their helmets gently touch. He can hear Paz’s breathing mixed with his own, feel the rise and fall of Paz’s chest behind the armor. His hands find their way to the sides of Paz’s broad waist, the parts where armors don’t cover, sensing the heat over layers of clothing.

The strangest thing is that it doesn’t feel strange at all, to be wanted like this, to find peace in someone else’s arms.

He feels safe and accepted.

He feels worthy.

P.S. This is the end of their story, but if there’s a high interest, I can consider writing a bonus chapter for the wedding night. Let me know if you want it❤️

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Pumpkin's Patch

Ship: Thorn Loomis x Michael Myers (Parents AU)

Word Count: 1832

Summary: When Michael and Thorn's daughter, Lillith, is upset, Thorn will do whatever he can to make things better for her. CWs for references to murder/violence, bullying mentions, reference to a stressful situation involving an animal, food mentions.

Tag List: @canongf @futurewife

Thorn hummed as he folded laundry in the living room, perking up as he heard the backyard gate open.

“Lillith’s home,” he noted to his boyfriend, Michael, who was reading the newspaper. The older man gave the subtlest nod as a sign that he had heard Thorn before turning the page. They both listened to the sounds of the backdoor opening, someone raiding the kitchen, and Lillith streaking off to her room. Thorn frowned, setting aside one of Michael’s tank tops.

“She sounded upset.”

Michael slowly closed the paper and looked up at his partner, staring with one good, brown eye and one dead, milky white, silently wondering if it was something he could fix with his trusty knife.

“I suppose we should give her a minute…” Thorn continued. “If it was bullies, I’m just happy she refrained from doing something drastic this time.”

Michael arched an eyebrow as Thorn attempted to resume the gentle rhythm of folding and sorting.

“Michael, I know you’re proud of her whenever she displays a bloodlust, as am I, but she was only just allowed to go to middle school because we agreed to take her to a therapist. I’d like for our daughter to have an education and I’m not so keen on trying to homeschool considering our own childhoods.”

Michael sighed heavily, reluctantly agreeing with them. He had just started first grade when he committed his first murder, so he didn’t remember much of public school. He learned to read and write just fine in Smith’s Grove, but never had use for basic math nor any of the other subjects they tried to teach in admittedly mediocre ways. Thorn was practically the same way, but had more of an active interest in culture and history due to his slightly more upper-class upbringing before his time at Smith’s Grove.

“Michael, will you put everything away? I’m going to try and talk to Lillith,” Thorn instructed once he finished with the laundry. Michael stood and began picking up stacks of shirts and pants, pausing briefly to let Thorn kiss his cheek, before Thorn approached his daughter’s room.

Taking a breath, it knocked on her door. When there was no answer, they slowly opened it, giving Lillith time to close it on them if she wanted. She didn’t, allowing Thorn to view her, sitting in front of her TV, playing DOOM on the N64 she had been given two Christmases ago.

“Hey pumpkin, when you’re done with this level, do you want to talk? You didn’t check in with me and Michael when you came in so I just wanted to make sure everything was alright…”

There was a pause, filled with the sounds of howling demons and shotgun blasts, before Lillith glanced over her shoulder and nodded. Thorn nodded as well and closed the door behind him, patiently waiting for the game to end. When it did, Lillith hopped up from the floor and sat on her bed, prompting Thorn to sit beside her.

“Those stupid Olson boys were terrorizing Lucifer again,” Lillith began, trembling against Thorn.

“Tch! Are you kidding me?? Gods, I’m sorry, Lillith, I don’t know why--”

“And I fumbled all of my supplies in art and-and the friggin’ paint and glue got everywhere…” Lillith gasped, pointing to the heap of day clothes in the corner of the room; she had already changed into her pyjamas. “And everyone laughed at me and I wanted to threaten them but I was so friggin’ embarrassed I couldn’t-couldn’t-couldn’t get the friggin’ words out!! But papa that isn’t even the worst of it!! Mrs. Theriot said the whole grade’s science classes are going on a camping trip in two weeks!”

Pulling away from Thorn, Lillith dived into her backpack and retrieved two forms, stapled together.

“Hey, hey, shh-shh-shh, let’s not worry about the papers right now, alright? You can put them down, come here,” Thorn spoke softly, beckoning Lillith back to the space beside him. She dropped the papers on the floor and returned, letting him stroke her long, dark hair with one hand, the other resting on her flushed cheek. “Deep breaths, Lilli. There you go. Listen, your clothes’ll be alright, I’ll put ‘em through the wash after dinner, okay? You said everybody laughed at you when you dropped your art supplies? Kiddo, by tomorrow, everyone will have forgotten about it. People do embarrassing things all of the time, and if you’re anything like me, you’re the only person who will remember it ever happened… so don’t dwell on it, alright? And Lillith, I’m so, so sorry those stupid boys keep annoying that poor cat, the next PTA meeting I attend I promise I’m going to talk to their mother.”

Thorn paused, letting the words sink into Lillith as he pulled her closer, waiting for her breath to regulate as she hugged him back. He looked over her shoulder at the empty plastic tub left next to her controller.

“How were the cookies?”

“G-good…”

“Did they make you feel better?”

“A-a little.”

“That’s good. Did anything nice happen to you at school today?”

Lillith considered this, briefly distracted from her pain. “The rest of the day was just sort of… normal.”

“Hey, that’s alright, too.” Thorn squeezed her a bit tighter, then held her at arm’s length. “Do you want to talk about this camping trip or do you want another break?”

Lillith shook her head, swallowing hard. “I don’t want to go camping, especially not with my science class.”

“Tell me why.”

She screwed up her face a bit, trying to piece together the reasons in her head. “I don’t want to be so far from you and dad, and I don’t want to sleep in some musty cabin with a bunch of other girls, and I don’t want to hike or eat stupid granola or whatever other bull hockey they’re going to make us do.”

Thorn couldn’t help but smile a little at the substituting word his daughter had chosen. “All valid complaints, pumpkin. I was never an outdoorsy kid, either, but you’ve always liked to climb trees and never minded getting dirty…”

“I can do all of that in the comfort of our neighbourhood, papa, I don’t need to go to the woods about it.”

“You’re quite right about that, my dear. My final counter-argument is that Michael and I can’t teach you how to fire an arrow or kayak. I hear there’s plenty of good survival skills to learn from spending a weekend out in the woods.”

“If I want to learn that stuff I’ll teach myself.” Lillith suddenly hugged them again, “Please don’t make me go, papa.”

“Oh, Lillith. I’d never make you do anything you didn’t want to. In fact, we don’t need your school to take you camping. We can camp out right here, in our backyard.” Thorn lit up as he voiced his idea and Lillith pulled away, fixing him with a quizzical look. Before she could ask him what he meant, Michael had appeared in the doorway. “Oh look, your father’s come to join us.”

Hopping up, Lillith quickly ran into her taller dad’s arms. As Thorn watched Michael willingly return the embrace, he was tickled by the thought of his own father witnessing the display of affection… he’d simply keel over from shock, if he wasn’t already dead, of course. Thorn stood and ushered his family out of Lillith’s room to prepare for dinner. Shortly after, he left Michael and Lillith at home to bond while he went out to run some very specific errands.

About an hour or so later, Thorn returned home with a pop-up family tent, a fake campfire prop, mini sausages, marshmallows, graham crackers, chocolate bars, and three sleeping bags. They asked Michael to keep Lillith occupied for a few more minutes while he set everything up in the yard, then called his boyfriend and child outside.

“Well, Lillith, since you so desperately don’t want to camp far from home, I thought, why not bring the camp to you?” They grinned as they stood proudly beside the tent, in front of which sat the fake fire and a few mismatched lawn chairs. Michael tilted his head at the display while Lillith’s hazel eyes sparkled.

“Dad, can I help you grill the weenies??” She asked excitedly as she picked the bag up from one of the chairs. Thorn looked to Michael, who went to set up the grill without hesitation.

“I’d say that’s a ‘yes.’ But a grillmaster is not complete without his apron.” Thorn ducked back inside the house, swiftly returning with an apron depicting a black cat, labelled with the words Made From Scratch, in hand. Lillith groaned as she caught sight of it.

“Papa, you’re embarrassing!!”

“That’s kind of my job, pumpkin,” they hummed as they draped the apron over Michael’s torso and tied it in the back before loudly and exaggeratedly kissing his neck. Lillith covered her eyes at the sight. Michael turned and kissed the top of Thorn’s head before signalling for Lillith to join him at the grill. Meanwhile, Thorn sat back and watched their efforts not to burn the weenies as he snacked on marshmallows and chocolate.

Once sufficiently grilled, Michael and Lillith placed the mini wieners on paper plates, passing the snacks between the three of them as they sat around the fake fire.

“I wish it was actually warm,” Lillith complained as she held her hands up to the feebly fluttering orange and yellow cloth.

“I could blow my hot breath on you,” Thorn teased, glimpsing the brief amusement in Michael’s lined features. Lillith stuck out her tongue in disgust. “In all seriousness, I’m sorry, Lilli, but I don’t quite trust you around open flame. If a lighter falls into your hands one day, that’s none of my business, but for now I don’t want you getting a taste for burning the house down, alright?”

“Fine…”

Once the food began to dwindle, Thorn led his family into the tent, zipping the flap closed behind them as they settled on their respective sleeping bags.

“Now what?” Lillith asked, hiding a smirk behind her hand as Michael had to lean forward slightly, being a bit too tall for the tent Thorn had purchased. Thorn cleared his throat as he pulled a book of Lewis Caroll’s poetry from his sleeping bag.

“Now I read you both to sleep and we enjoy the ambient sound of nature outside of the tent.” As he spoke, the sound of a passing car was terribly audible, breaking what was left of Lillith’s composure.

“Papa, papa, I think there’s an exotic animal outside…!” She laughed, making Thorn smile and roll his eyes. Michael watched her with a subtle adoration. “Do you know any animals that go vrrrroooom???”

“Oh, yes, very funny, Lillith…” Thorn sighed light-heartedly, opening his book. “Beats being out in the wilderness, don’t you think? You don’t have to go out in the bushes to do your business.”

“Heheh, yeah…”

[theterribletenno]

Shamir the Wyrm Queen Warframe

Just like Max it was no surprise to me that Shamir was a favorite of the season. Since most of the other frames from this season are rather simple and old-school I am going to try to make Shamir a bit more complex.

Health: 350 (450 at rank 30) Shields: 350 (450 at rank 30) Armor: 250 Energy: 100 (150 at rank 30) Sprint Speed: 0.95

Passive: Every time Living Ground and Nightcrawlers damage an enemy Shamir has a 30% chance to generate one third of a stack of Worm Food and every time Shamir kills an enemy with damage from any ability she is guaranteed to generate one third of a stack of Worm Food. Worm Food stacks fuel or empower Shamir's abilities. Worm Food has a maximum of 100 stacks.

Ability 1: Living Ground, 25 energy. Shamir designates a patch of ground in her sight over unrestricted range with a 12 meter radius to become infested with Golden Maws for 12 seconds, turning the area into a deadly trap as her monstrous pets churn just beneath the surface, waiting to pounce and bite. While an enemy is standing in the area of Living Ground they will be bitten by a golden maw once per second inflicting 150 points each of impact, puncture, and slash damage with 25% status chance and apply one of three effects with each having a 33.3% chance of occurring. If one of the effects cannot be triggered on the target the remaining two will have 50% chance to occur and if two of the effects cannot be triggered on a target then the last one is guaranteed to occur. A. Disarm: The enemy is disarmed, causing them to drop their currently equipped ranged weapon. This effect cannot trigger on enemies without a ranged weapon, enemies that have already been disarmed, or enemies which are otherwise immune to disarming. B. Ragdoll: The enemy is ragdolled for several seconds, rendering them helpless and vulnerable to melee finisher attacks until they are able to upright themselves. This effect cannot trigger on enemies which it has already affected within the last 10 seconds, enemies with overguard, or enemies which are otherwise immune to being ragdolled. C. Bleed: The enemy is guaranteed to recieve a slash status effect from the attack in addition to its normal status chance. Apart from enemies which are immune to slash status procs there are no conditions where this effect is prevented. Holding the ability key for Living Ground will highlight its target area in Shamir's energy color for precise positioning. Up to four instances of Living Ground can be active at once and casting the ability while four instances are already active will replace the oldest one. Living Ground's damage increases by 10 points of each damage type for every stack of Worm Food Shamir currently has.

Ability 2: Leech, costs 1 worm food (or 50 energy). If Shamir does not have at least one stack of Worm Food to spend on Leech it will instead cost 50 energy to activate. Leech summons up a long and slender golden maw to wrap around the enemy closest to Shamir's crosshairs within 30 meters which staggers all enemies within an 8 meter radius and trapping the target in the Leech maw's coils for the next 20 seconds. While coiled, the enemy is completely disabled as it stays held in place by the Golden Maw, becomes invulnerable to incoming damage, and slowly has its vital fluids and energy drained creating an aura with an 8 meter radius; when Shamir or her allies stand within the aura the leech feeds its stolen vitality to them, restoring 25% of their missing health per second, while draining 1% of maximum health per second from the victim. Pressing the ability key while aiming at an enemy coiled by Leech will release the victim early before duration expires. Damage from outside sources inflicted on the victim while it was invulnerable will be dealt in full when it is released, and all status effects it received will resume their effects.

Ability 3: Nightcrawlers, costs 5 worm food. Offering up several pieces of generated Worm Food Shamir summons up one of her three unique elite Golden Maws to join her in battle. If Shamir has none of her special maws currently summoned then each one has a 33.3% chance to be summoned when Nightcrawlers is cast, if she has one summoned the remaining two have a 50% chance to be summoned and if she has two of them active the final maw will be guaranteed to be summoned. Nightcrawlers can only have three maws summoned at once. Each unique elite Golden Maw lasts for 10 seconds or until killed. These maws have health, shields, and armor equal to 2x of Shamir's and their basic attack deals 500 damage of their specified element with a guaranteed status proc. For every stack of Worm Food Shamir currently has the unique elite Golden Maws' attacks deal an additional 20 damage. When one of the maws summoned by Nightcrawlers expires or is killed it bursts, dealing 5x its normal attack damage to all enemies within 8 meters. A. Caustic Maw: Deals pure corrosive damage and prefers to target the enemy with the highest armor value nearby. This maw's acidic saliva dissolves the corpses of enemies it kills, giving them a 60% chance to drop extra loot. B. Noxious Maw: Deals pure gas damage and prefers to target groups of enemies standing close to each other. This maw's normal attacks cleave, dealing partial damage to all enemies within striking distance. C: Virulent Maw: Deals pure viral damage and prefers to target the enemy with the highest max health nearby. This maw is able to perform finisher attacks on enemies that are vulnerable to melee ground finishers, parazon mercy kills, or are currently below 20% of their max health.

Ability 4: The Wyrm Turns, costs 1 worm food per second. Shamir reveals her final form, beautiful shame of the Empire, the corpse eating golden dragon. In her Wyrm form Shamir completely shapeshifts into an orowyrm-like monster that delivers death to all foes in its sight with terrible power and grace. In her Wyrm form Shamir's health, shields, and armor are all multiplied by 3, her movement is altered to resemble that of the orowyrms of Duviri, and she loses access to her normal weaponry in exchange for a pair of exalted weapons: Dragon's Breath and Golden Fangs. -Dragon's Breath is categorized as an exalted primary beam weapon for modding purposes, a flamethrower that fires a wide and long spray of pure heat damage with very high status chance and average crit. Enemies killed by Dragon's Breath will release a fiery explosion, dealing 5% of their max health to all other enemies within 8 meters as pure heat damage with a guaranteed heat status proc. -Golden Fangs is an exalted melee weapon that deals roughly even values of impact, slash, and puncture damage and has extraordinarily high per-hit damage but very slow attack speed and very high critical chance with normal status chance. For every stack of Worm Food Shamir consumes while in her Wyrm form her exalted weapons gain 1% bonus damage up to a maximum of 100%. Kills from Dragon's Breath and Golden Fangs have a 15% chance to generate one third of a stack of Worm Food.

Subsumed ability: Nightcrawlers (Activation cost is changed to 75 energy, synergy with Worm Food is lost.)

Signature Weapon: Blackwater. Shamir's signature weapon, a melee blade-and-whip that appears to be both Orokin in origin and infested in nature, yet another piece of her beautifully ugly and royally shameful existence as undertaker of the empire. Blackwater has high attack speed at the cost of below average per-hit damage, high critical chance and critical multiplier at the cost of low status chance. Blackwater deals mostly slash damage, moderate puncture and viral, and very low impact. As a unique passive effect every time the Blackwater lands a level one yellow critical hit the status chance on the hit is multiplied by 1.5x, 2x for level two orange crits, and 2.5x for all tiers of red crit; levels three and higher. As Shamir's signature weapon when she wields it every time the Blackwater crits it has a 5% chance to increase the critical hit's level by one.

Signature Companion: Conqueror. A special sentinel born through a combination of technocyte and Tenno ingenuity, a lethal companion whose half-infested nature mirrors the Warframes it protects. Conqueror has two unique precepts: Detritivore and Omnivore. Detritivore releases a total of eight viral bolts from the sentinel, each one fired 45 degrees apart and able to seek out and strike an enemy within its own 45 degree 30 meter targeting cone. If no enemy exists within its range the bolt will continue traveling outward from its point of origin searching for an enemy to strike for up to four seconds. Upon striking an enemy each bolt does 150 viral damage with a guaranteed viral status proc and heals Conqueror for 25 points. Healing from this effect can restore health, shields, and overshields. This precept has a 12 second cooldown. Omnivore launches a spherical singularity several meters in diameter which travels slowly in the direction it was fired with infinite punch-through lasting for 8 seconds. All enemies it passes through are dealt 600 magnetic damage with a guaranteed magnetic status proc. As it travels the sphere absorbs enemy attacks that pass through it, adding 10% of the absorbed attack's damage to the sphere's own. This precept has a 30 second cooldown. Conqueror includes the robotic companion weapon the Borer. Borer is a held-beam style weapon that accepts rifle mods and deals pure corrosive damage with very high status chance but very low critical chance. Borer's beam can chain up to 3 nearby enemies within 7 meters from the initial target, with each chain doing 75% of the previous chain's damage. As Shamir's signature companion when she and Conqueror are used in tandem Conqueror's overshield cap is doubled.

Closing Notes: Shamir is named after a legendary worm from the legends of Solomon which could dissolve stone, and in some apocryphal tellings was given to Solomon by Asmodeus. After drafting a few much more simple and old-school warframes I feel that Shamir is a breath of fresh, complicated air. She's no Rube Goldberg warframe but I like the interactions of her kit. Also, yes, Leech is nearly a one-for-one copy of Garuda's Blood Altar and I'm not apologizing. The reason her signature melee weapon is a blade and whip is because of the so-called "unholy trinity" of parasitic worms; roundworms, hookworms, and whipworms; so I gave her a melee weapon with a whip and hook. Her signature sentinel is named after the Conqueror Worm, a poem by Edgar Allen Poe.

[apex-academy]

Chapter 6: The Decay of Our Lives (#6)

The rest of the day is basic survival activities and a look around campus to check for any newly opened doors. Not hard to do quickly when the locked ones have enough wood nailed across them to start a good bonfire.

Can’t decide if this is better or worse. There could be useful things in those rooms, or at least something new to focus on, but...

...It’s also a break in the routine. The young master can’t keep opening up a new floor after every murder when there are only so many floors, but they could have at least unlocked one of these, right? Opening doors one by one would see us through a couple more rounds. And by then there wouldn’t be enough people left to keep the game going.

So it has to end eventually. Does keeping those doors locked mean the time is near? Or is there just too much of a threat to the young master behind them?

“Be great to be hopeful, but...”

Any which way, this can’t go on much longer.

I wrap up by heading to the main hall, just in case the front door is miraculously unlocked and we simply hadn’t checked, but I hear sloshing before I turn the corner.

“Hmm?”

I don’t smell blood—though there’s some smell I can’t identify immediately—so I slowly poke my head out from the other side of the wall. Ahead, at the mountainous mural that first greeted us here...

With something a little too low to be called a shriek, Kanagi slams a gush of black paint into the wall. It’s too thick to spread far, but it still reaches out to block a swath of actual painting with its spidery, globby fingers.

Her only companion at the moment scoffs.

“You call THAT ‘destruction’? PATHETIC!”

With a near-matching jug in his own grasp—can he even lift that with his toothpick arms?—Ichiriki flings a thinner layer of white paint across the wall like a fast-moving, dripping cloud.

“Yeaaaahhhhh!!”

“Dare I ask.”

Despite what is apparently just the beginning of the chaos, Ichiriki manages to notice me.

“Oh GREAT, one of the STICKS-in-the-mud.”

“Thanks.”

“Oh, Kakumi!”

“You wanna come, like, distaste some property or whatever?”

“I TOLD you, we ONLY have the two of these, imbecile!”

“There’s, like, this thing called ‘taking turns’?”

“That is paint, isn’t it? Did you get back into the Art Room somehow?”

“Of COURSE we didn’t. These are from MY study hall, thank you very much.”

“But that isn’t chalk...” Yeah, genius observation. Good job.

“WHAT, you’ve never heard of PRIMING a canvas? UN-believable!”

No response would satisfy him, anyway, so I don’t bother. Apparently he doesn’t always draw straight onto the pavement? Not that I remotely care. 

“Exactly what are you trying to make with two colors, anyway?”

“Yo, there’s plenty you can do with two colors! Penguins, and soccer balls, and boxer dogs, and those, like...”

“...”

“...capyzebra dudes!”

“Ca...”

“That CLEARLY wasn’t even the QUESTION, you toad.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“You here to complain ‘r wreck some crap?”

“YES!”

They turn back to the mural—or what’s left of it—to resume slinging paint. I back up before any spatter can get me. Or, well, I think some already got me, but black won’t show on this dress.

I’m not sure at this point who’s trying to create or destroy or whatever combination of the two, but that’s art for you, I guess. May the old mural rest in pieces. 

Wonder how much Apex Academy paid for that. Maybe a student did it instead? Though with the students in this place, that’d only make it worth more. Well, no telling now.

“Yo, you want a shot at it, dude?” She offers me her half-empty jug.

“Think I’m good... Didn’t exactly bring a good smock with me.”

“Boooo.”

“Oh, the COWARD can do whatever she WANTS!”

“But I am SICK and TIRED of this thing! GOOD! RIDDANCE!”

And there’s nothing left for me to do but stand and watch from a safe distance. The paint smell grows and stark spatters cross and drip and splash back, swallowing up piece by piece the first thing I ever saw inside this building.

“.........”

Good riddance, huh? I’d rather get out of the building than get rid of it, but... Can’t say it’s unsatisfying to watch.

On that note, I drift back to check the door, but...

...Same as always.

“...”

Not like I had high hopes, anyway.

Though speaking of high, I might need to head out before the paint fumes get any worse.

Just as I turn around...

“Wh-what’s going on here...?!”

Monochap rounds the corner in a hurry.

“What’s going on is THIS!”

She spins on her foot, paint container braced in both hands like she’s ready to launch it at him.

Uh, she isn’t, right?

“Eep!”

She slings the paint out, and I swear I see the liquid reaching its little fingers out towards him in slow motion. Is this enough to count as attacking him? I can’t see it doing real damage, but maybe all it takes is upsetting him with a big stain on his dress?

“Ka—!”

But slow motion or no, there’s nothing I can try to throw between them. Can’t sprint there in time, either. All I can do is watch...

...as Kanagi turns just enough for the paint not to hit, instead skirting past Monochap’s headwear to splash onto the floor.

“......”

What she lacks in self-control she makes up for with motor control, I guess.

“Wh-what was that for...?!”

“Just for fun, dude!”

Not fun for me! “P... Please don’t try that again.”

“Seriously! What a WASTE! I DON’T have more of these, REMEMBER?”

“Oh, like there’s anything wrong with splatting the floor instead. It’s, like, same diff.”

Ichiriki rolls his eyes hard enough to pull something and turns back to the wall. Monochap, meanwhile, shifts from foot to foot near the floor splatter like he’s spotted a mouse and doesn’t know which way he wants to run from it.

“Were you just making the rounds, or is there a problem?”

“They haven’t hit any cameras, for the record.”

“Oh, um...”

“It just seemed like something fun was happening, ehe...”

“I, um, never get invited to these things, s-so...”

“Yeah, there’s totally a reason for that, dude.”

“B-but! You’re using my colors and everything...!”

“Black and white don’t BELONG to you! You WORTHLESS heap of dainty FREAK!”

“W-wah...”

“Please leave before he can rant about it more.”

“Um, I guess... Okay...”

He looks from us to the wall, then slumps and scuttles away.

“All right, back to business.”

“Uhhh, I’m outta paint. Ich?”

“GET your OWN!”

“Like, yeah, that’s what I’m trying to do?”

I’ve seen enough squabbling for one day, so I leave them to it. Let’s go back to my room instead, where I’ll be able to breathe.

I reach for the handle.

“I’m still shaking a little...”

“......”

Even if we’re closer to the end, we’re still not safe. Even if no more of us turn against each other, we still have to worry about him. And after our last attempts to fight back, and all the punishments he’s dealt...

...That’s quite a lot to worry about.

But I won’t get much sleep if I focus on that. Best to unwind as much as I can tonight. We can go back to saving the world or whatever tomorrow.

Hopefully.

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[arwenkenobi48]

Film Update, Life, F/Os and A New Adventure

Hi everyone! Sry for the lack of activity here, there’s been a ton of stuff happening and for once it’s actually all positive!

First of all, some of the props I ordered to create my horror movie have already arrived and there’s more coming next week! Behold, the fake fox skull and the clapperboard.

At this point, I think filming will officially begin before the end of this month 💖

Secondly, I’ve been making some really good steps forward in terms of taking care of my mental health and have actually become consistently stable and happy for the past couple of weeks. I’m pretty excited for my work placement coming up soon as well.

I’ve been pining for my fictional others quite a bit as of late, too. The list of them has also expanded tremendously. I’ll post it at some post this weekend.

And last but not least, I have a new plan for an adventure. I’ve been needing one for a while and while I still have the Glastonbury trip on my to-do list, I E come across a potential once in a lifetime opportunity and I am determined to make it. But first of all, I need to explain how I found it in the first place.

A while back, I was reading one of my mythology books and came across a summary of the ancient Indian epic Ramayana. It piqued my interest and before I knew it I was going down a rabbit hole of discovering and absorbing as much content as I could surrounding this story. Then I found an anime film version of it from the early 90s and now I watch it virtually every day because I just love it that much. I’d heard about that film getting a 4K remaster but wasn’t sure where and when it would be released, when lo and behold, there’s going to be a screening of it in London in November!

So, my boys and I will be heading to the West End to see what is now one of my favourite animated movies ever! We’ll leave at daybreak, see the masterpiece and be back in time for tea. I can hardly wait! Been looking for a chance to properly treat myself tbh.

So yeah, everything seems to be going well. It’s all coming together, slowly but surely, and I’m very happy. 💖

(PS: Going to be resuming my new Doctor Hypnos story after Halloween, so stay tuned!)

[rescuefield-arch1]

when claire bought her ( now former ) new townhouse, her office had essentially been the kitchen island - every spare room mostly used for storage or a space for her rescues kids and guests to crash at. then again the basement was unfinished back then, taking forever to be fixed just to be turned into a gym and a game room; so much space which claire never really knew how to organise - reason why claire's glad for lara's help now that they've moved in together in the cottage. the last few boxes had been carried by both women in the smaller spare room on the ground floor, too little to have anyone sleep in it but just perfect for a desk and a few bookshelves.

"thanks for the help, hon." claire says flopping on the office chair, tone genuinely grateful as the smile offered to the other woman. finger hooks around the belt loop of lara's jeans to pull her closer, other arm looping around her thighs. "actually... i think i have a better way to thank you..." mischievous eyes look up as teeth bite on lower lip, just waiting for her wife to say anything before claire proceeds to carry on her plan to christen the office. "we need some curtains." she teases, hands gently guiding lara to sit on the desk while unbuttoning her jeans. "and these need to go off..."

eyes remain on the other as denims slowly slip down, teeth tugging at the hem of her underwear before pulling away. "i cant wait to have you all over the house." claire confesses lowly, nose brushing against fabric of lara's panties before pressing a kiss right at the center. thumb softly runs over covered slit and she can't help but moan feeling a little wet stain already forming on the fabric. hands plant on each thigh to spread them further, thumb resuming the same activity from earlier until it slips past the fabric. "so, what does ms redfield-croft want?"

teasing words are paired with a grin as middle finger finds its way inside lara, moving excruciatingly slow just for the sake of seeing how long it will take before her wife needs more. tongue licks against sleak slit as another finger is added, claire finally getting up to take off her own clothes. "wanna feel how wet i am for you right now?" she inquires, her wife's hand guided again fabric of her slips. a moan escapes her lips when digits begin to rub at her bundle of nerves. "yeah, right there honey..." a pause, head tilted back from pleasure before settling more comfortably in between lara's legs - heat rubbing against each other. "show me how bad you want me."

@croftborn - office sex: sender & receiver have sex in an office setting

[em-writes-stuff-sometimes]

prūmȳs nuhus (my heart) │ Chapter 2: A Revealing PREVIEW

terms of endearment ‘verse: see my Masterlist for the correct series order!

I am sorry this is taking so long - I'm at just over 4000 words, aiming to get to around 7000! I think I'll be doing a Tumblr blackout a little later tonight so I can get more of this done! Aiming to have it out ASAP!

“From my learned understanding, I estimate that the Princess is less than halfway through her time,” Gerardys declares, glancing hesitantly at you before returning his gaze to Daemon. Given that he had asked the question, he ought to appear a little surer of himself. The Maester directs his next enquiry to you. "You have missed three courses, Your Highness?”

He can feel your shoulder twitch against his thigh from his stance above you, and he purses his lips to restrain the smile that threatens at your clear discomposure. You look up at him with flushed cheeks when he strokes the hair that falls between your shoulder blades. He jerks his head towards the physician to prompt you.

You clear your throat.

“Uh – yes, that is correct, I think,” you say sheepishly, frowning in concentration. Your mouth twists as you consider your response. “No, wait; only two. Perhaps.”

“It is no matter, Your Highness,” Gerardys placates, though Daemon notes the brief flash of something inscrutable in his eye. Hm. “At any rate, you’ve not felt it quicken, yes? Unfortunately, that is the surest way in which to assess progression.”

“I – what should it feel like?” you ask hesitantly. “I am not familiar enough with the sensation to know if it has occurred.”

Gerardys chuckles.

“I have heard many a woman say that it feels much like a… flutter in the belly, as though a tiny bird is flapping its wings,” he replies, and you nod slowly as you absorb this new information. His little know-it-all. You will forever be determined to seek out new deposits of wisdom.

“I have not felt such a thing yet,” you express finally, expression troubled. “Is that – normal?”

“Oh, yes! It simply means you have not progressed beyond the first post, of which there are three; ‘tis our way of dividing the child’s growth into early, middle and late stages.”

As valuable as this knowledge is, he cannot help himself but to ask before Gerardys starts in on the next lecture he is sure to have prepared to sate your indomitable curiosity.

“My lady wife and I have one further concern,” he states. Smirking, he lets the innuendo seep into his next words. “We’ve grown accustomed to partaking in – certain activities, with regular occurrence. What adjustments, if any, must be made to accommodate the babe in this?”

“Daemon!” You hiss, mortified. He grins mischievously down at you, cupping the back of your head when you bury your face into his leg, arms winding around his knee to block out your surroundings.

You’d wanted to know just as badly as he, he thinks to himself fondly. Desperate tart.

“Ah, yes,” the physician blusters, though his attempt at affecting an unbothered disposition is weakened by the fact that he won’t look him in the eye. “It is no bother, Princess,” he assures you. “It is not uncommon to hear such queries from husbands.”

You make little effort to acknowledge this overture, clinging to him like a limpet.

“If one is… mindful of her condition throughout the act,” Gerardys resumes, turning back to him, “and employs no undue vigour in doing so, there is no reason such activities cannot continue.”

He’s already bored of goading the man – it’s hardly any fun when they’re not easily provoked. Allowing himself one final too-wide leer, he eases up on his torment. How irritating.

“Excellent.”

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HI KEEL 💖💕💖

Remembering you posted abt making sweaters and I was curious if you'd share references/ patterns you've liked working up? (knit or crochet are both wonderful)

I made my first lil knit cardigan recently and compulsively went back to making a lap blanket after (slowly learning i need many active projects to rotate thru) and I love your style so anything you can recommend I would be super down for!

Also!! it's been so lovely to see you posting abt new adventures and I know it was a really rough go at the year and a tough summer and it joys me to see things shifting for you! I love you so much :3 regardless do me a flavor and have a great weekend

hellooo my lovely! thanks for the kind words, they made me very happy! <3

i do not crochet except to fix my knitting mistakes, so these are all knit patterns.

the first sweater i ever made (three years ago, now!) was the portside sweater, pattern found here: https://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/portside-2

it is fairly simple, requires relatively few needles, & i could do endless rounds of circular stockinette with my eyes closed in the hallways between class. unfortunately it ended up a little too small on me, so i unravelled it (altho i plan on making another one at some point!) & am now turning the yarn into my second sweater, which is the handsome chris knives out sweater, pattern found for free here: https://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/the-handsome-chris-pullover

not simple, but requires even fewer needles. & once you've done a few rounds of the pattern, it starts to feel natural. i can do it almost entirely by heart at this point. if you don't mind cable knitting, go for it! i'd recommend drawing out the pattern for the size you're doing in some kind of grid print notebook rather than reading it off the pattern blocks list, though (& if you make a size s, i already have it & can send you pictures!!)! i'm really enjoying this sweater, tbh. doing it in a grey / oatmeal / rust red colorblock in wool. (the grey is from the portside sweater.) it taught me to cable without a cabling needling, which has sped up my favorite mitten & hat patterns immensely. also, when people ask me what i'm making, i get to show it to them & it's impressive as hell. plus it's just a cute as fuck sweater.

after i finish this, i'll be moving on immediately to my third sweater, which is https://knithacker.com/2021/10/the-truth-is-out-there-x-files-fans-i-want-to-believe-that-youll-knit-this-sweater/

i am not even an x-files fan. the third episode dropped me into a psychotic episode & i stopped watching & don't think it's safe for me to resume. but if i don't own this sweater as soon as is physically possible. i will die. i don't even know what color i'm going to make it in yet. probably white -> white with black speckles -> black, because it would look good w the pattern, will look good on me, & i have most of the necessary yarn already.

i'd love to hear about your sweater progress! i'll post pics of mine, too, & tag you in them if you'd like.

[vermillionbun]

A silent promise

    I apologize for taking so long, I hit a bit of a writers block -v-’’’ I also apologize to the people who commented about wanting to be added to the taglist. For whatever reason tumblr doesn’t let me comment on anyone's posts, including mine. Also, I’m open to requests if anyone is interested, but please, if you have a request write as an ask, so I can respond. Hope you enjoy! ^^

Warnings: brief mention of sex trafficking and fighting rings, I promise the end is fluff

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Going into your room, you expect to see a small black and green cat tangled in your sheets again, but to your surprise there’s a relatively young man with black hair and green at the tips covered with your sheets, but there were two things that stood out to you. The first were his eyes. Glowing amber eyes staring at you, a red eye-liner lining his eyelids. Eyes you most definitely couldn’t mistake. At first it would seem unbelievable, but your gut screamed that that was the kitten you saved. That was Xiao. And even if you didn’t listen to your gut, the cat ears on his head and tail popping out from under the sheets most definitely convinced you.

Both of you stood frozen still, staring at each other, an awkward silence enveloping you two. It was obvious neither of you expected for this to happen.

Gathering all the courage at the moment, you decide to confirm your suspicions. “Umm, Xiao? Is that you?...”. Hesitance was evident in your voice. It is quite a bold statement to assume the person laying in your bed is the cat you were nursing to health. And it seems he knew that too.

With a small and stiff nod, your assumptions were confirmed. Silence, again. Neither of you knew what to do. 

“I hope it doesn’t come off as rude, but what’s going on?”. His ears twitch at your voice and his gaze shifts to the side. He seemed… embarrassed? “Well, as you already know, you saved me from bleeding to death, to which I owe you my gratitude. It seems that the doctors you took me to didn’t figure out exactly what I am and assumed that I’m just a regular cat”. 

Curiosity taking over, you cut him off. “Wait, if not a cat then what are you?”. A look of annoyance flashes in his eyes, before resuming to talk. “I’m what you humans call a catboy. We can choose between a cat form and a more human form, albeit the cat ears and tail. We prefer to stay as cats for… safety precaution, to put it simply. It usually takes us years of building trust with a human to show them our more human form, but there are always exceptions such as these”. 

The “safety precaution” bit both confused and concerned you. “If you don’t mind me asking, what do you mean by “safety precautions”?”. Xiao’s body tenses up, tail slowly curling around him and ears lowering as he gives you a panicked look. You also tense up at that. ‘Oh no, I said something wrong didn’t I’.

“I-it’s alright! You don’t need to.. an.. swer…”. Realization quickly dawned on you, a look of worry and horror crawling up your face. It has been circulating recently around the internet about underground sex trafficking and fighting rings with half human half animal creatures, with half dog and half cat being the most common. The police have been busting a lot of those rings, saving many of those like Xiao, but they can only do so much. It isn’t easy to find the rings in the first place. There’s a couple of shelters where volunteers help take care and find a home to the poor beings and you were planning to see if you could take one and give them a home, a place where they don’t have to fear for their lives or do… inappropriate activities to hopefully get fed and avoid further abuse. At least that was the plan, but it seems like fate decided to set you up with a catboy a bit earlier than expected.

“Achem, sooo… You were telling me how we ended up in this situation?”. Thankful to you not expanding on the previous topic, Xiao relaxes a bit. “Yes, as I was saying, the doctors failed to recognize what I am and in turn didn’t inform you. When catboys are in a frail state we remain in the last form we took, since we don’t have enough energy to switch. In my case I last turned into a cat and stayed as such until today. I was feeling better than previously, so I wanted to test out if I could transform if a need for it arose, but it seems I didn’t account for the time and you walked in on me like… this.” He pulled the covers towards him a bit more, tightening his grip on them.

“I see, but, why’re you wrapped in my blanket like burrito?”. Xiao’s face went beet red, stuttering over his words. “W-well, one downside when it comes to transforming is that the clothes I wear when I’m in half human form don’t, ummm…” He was throwing you side-glances, hoping you’d catch on to what he meant, which you did. “O-oh! I-umm, I can let you borrow a t-shirt and shorts if you’d like?”. An almost inaudible ‘yes please’ left his lips as he buried his face beneath the blanket.

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You were now sitting in your living room, trying to calm yourself down from what transpired minutes ago. Your face was still warm, but at least it wasn’t overheating, so that’s good. Faint footsteps alerted you of Xiao entering the living room.

Looking up, you saw the catboy standing still next to the wall, tail moving slightly as he looked everywhere, but you. He was wearing a gray t-shirt and black shorts, both baggy on him, if the collar being lower than it should be and the elastic on the shorts being tied tighter than normal say anything. He also seemed a bit uncomfortable, probably due to his tail having to go over the back instead of there being a hole like the clothing made specifically for catboys you’ve seen.

“What now?”. That grabbed Xiao’s attention, his eyes shifting to look at you, a bit of panic showing in them if you looked at them carefully. “What do you mean?” Your eyebrows crease, small amounts of worry evident in your features. “Well, if you were just a cat I would’ve probably taken you to a local shelter, but you aren’t, so that’s out of the plan. Well, not really, there is a catboy shelter not that far from here-” The sound of a rip stopped your musings. Xiao’s hands were shaking, eye’s blown wide with fear swirling in them. His hands were gripping onto the pant of his shorts, his claws easily ripping through the fabric from too much pressure.

“Or you could stay with me, if you wish”. His head and ears snapped towards you, hope filling his now on the verge of tears eyes. “Really? I can? Are you sure I’m not gonna be too much of a burden-”. “Xiao.” He shuts up, nervously waiting for you to say something. And say something you did. “I’m more than sure. You aren’t and never will be a burden. I was going to look for a companion soon anyways”.

Xiao lunges at you, catching you by surprise. He buries his head in the crooks of your shoulder as a warm liquid starts trickling down your shoulder and soaking your shirt. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you”. Repeated whispers of ‘thank you’ came from Xiao, as his trembling hands clung to you.

You wrap your arms around him, engulfing him with warmth Xiao doesn’t remember feeling. He presses his body even closer to yours as he continues to cry, little hiccups appearing from time to time. Looking down at the catboy in your arms, a small smile creeps up your face as you begin to run your hand through his hair. ‘I promise you Xiao. I promise that you’ll never have to go through the horrendous experiences you’ve endured ever again. Not while you're with me’.

Laying in each others’s comforting embrace, you continue to pet his head as a silent promise was made and your smile grew at the thought of what the future holds.

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