#i didn't know you could sit in the window

[confusedshades]

Some gorgeous tags that made me think about what the middle part would look like

Martha had just finished reading her book, switched off the lamp, and laid down when Jonathan came in, grumbling about something or the other under his breath. Usually it used to be about something or the other from town or about some of the new nonsense that the politicians were trying their hand at; nowadays it was about Jor.

"Anything the matter dear?" She asked - and Martha wasn't expecting anything more than the nightly "Nothing big love, go to sleep." but what she got was Jonathan sitting at the foot of the bed and staring out of the one window in their room. "Jonathan?"

Jonathan sighed deep. She couldn't help noticing how upset and determined he seemed in the light that snuck in from the cracked open bedroom door. "Martha I am so lucky to have you in my life, for you to love me so unconditionally but I am having unpleasant thoughts about our latest addition."

Martha, completely nonplussed about what Jonathan was getting at couldn't utter more than a bewildered "What?" She scooted closer to the foot of the bed and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Jonathan I have no clue what you're going on about." She thought they'd made some good progress given the whole hay bale incident today but maybe she was mistaken.

"I..." Jonathan scrubbed at his face furiously. "I think Jor-El has been flirting with you these past few weeks."

A moment of pin drop silence passed as Martha processed this before she burst into giggles. Jonathan sighed. He'd known there was a possibility that Martha would be flattered or even receptive to such attentions - probably given they were from someone from another planet, after all how many people could claim to have an alien spouse or lover - he just didn't think she'd giggle like she was in high school again. Didn't mean he had to like it either.

A few minutes of Martha's inconsolable giggles passed; Jonathan trying to make his peace with what he knew was coming and Martha attempting to catch her breath. "Jonathan, darling, he's flirting with you, not me!"

"I don't think that's how people flirt with men Martha." Jonathan muttered, glad the low light hid his red ears.

Martha simply patted his back and moved back to her spot in bed. "Maybe not on Earth Jonathan, but who knows? Maybe things were different on Krypton."

I want an AU where Jor-El survived with Clark and they both crash on earth together.

The image of Pa Kent worrying this smoking hot extraterrestrial DILF is gonna steal his wife is so funny to me. His baby IS adorable, thought, so he can stay.

Jor-El is actually courting BOTH him and Martha.

Is this an elaborate scheme so I can get Bruce being cornered by a big ass Kryptonian father who’s adamant he completes their courting rituals?

Perhaps.

Jor-El is tall like a mountain and calm like a river, pinning Bruce down with a hard stare as he explains the process in their own language. Which Bruce WILL study and learn if he wants a shot.

Clark sighs, “He says the suitor can pick any activity they please as long as the rules are fair. If they fail to win, the parent can,— dad, I’m not translating that.”

He doesn’t need to. Bruce learned Kryptonian since the first day they met. Jor-El’s torture methods are definetly creative. “Hn.”

He knows what he has to do.

—

“…Did you just win Clark in a game of poker?”

Bruce shrugs, hoarding the winning tokens while Jor-El rages. “I also won an apple pie.”

Ma Kent is cackling.

[princesssarahblog]

bad habits - series - part 1

boyfriend!jj maybank x girlfriend!fem!reader

jj is your sweet boyfriend, but he has bad habits that lead you both to quarrels and misunderstandings

warnin: angst (happy ending) the reader is jealous of jj to kiara, a bit of a nervous reader, short!reader and wears high heels (sorry), smoking, drinking alcohol, quarrels and misunderstandings, shouting, separation for a while and then reunion

author notes: I don't know english very well, so I use a translator. I always write everything with a small letter and a small font because I feel comfortable that way

It was night. you was in your room at home. you was taking care of your feet, applying creams and ointments and then covering them with a plasters. you does this almost every night because you always wears heels because of your short stature. your window was open, you wasn't expecting anyone. but someone will definitely arrive

when you finished caring for your feet, you grabbed a book and decided to read it while sitting on the windowsill. you didn't want to sleep yet

a few minutes later, jj was walking down the streets, making his way towards your house. his hand was stuffed with cigarettes, hoping this would be the night he could finally talk to you after the last few days, he had been trying and trying to approach you but you had been very distant. a sigh came from his lips as he lit a cigarette, he could probably sneak into your room through the window. he stood outside the window, looking in, hoping you would notice him

turning his head to the right, he saw you herself. you was reading a book on the windowsill, he decided to scare you by grabbing your fragile shoulders and pressing you to himself.

you opened your eyes and looked at him in shock

"jj! you-"

but, you are shut up and a soft kiss is left on your lips, causing you to blush a little.

"hello to you too, baby" - the blond boy said with that beautiful smile that you love so much.

"ugh, you smoked.." you said with disgust, turning away to get some fresh air. you hates it when he smokes or drinks weed or alcohol, you was worried about his health.. especially since he comes home beaten up every day, because either kooks or his father do it

he sat next to you on the windowsill and placed his head on your shoulder. but you pulled away when he leaned in. this made him sigh. It was hard to talk to you lately cause you always had a bad reaction. "sorry" he mumbled

jj really didn't want to bother you, but since he was now so close to you, he could see the plasters on your feet and the scars that were starting to form. he felt really worried about you. because he knew how bad you would get when you was stressed out. "are you okay?" he asked cautiously.

"now yes" you suddenly grabbed a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and threw them out the window.

now you was happy, you knew that it was hard for him to buy cigarettes and that made you happy. you didn't want your boyfriend's health to get worse

jj's eyebrows furrowed as you threw his cigarettes out the window, causing him to sigh. he really needed them right now to calm his nerves, "hey! I needed those!" he complained.

"agh, you smoked weed with kiara again?" - you frowned when you smelled the weed on him. you were friends with kiara of course, but.. sometimes she got on your nerves.

「you was honestly jealous of jj for her」

this made jj look away from you. he didn't want to admit that part because he knew you'd freak out again.

"so what if I did?" he mumbled under his breath while getting a good look at her. he could see in your eyes you was jealous.

"you know, then you better go away. go back to kiara, to anyone. smoke, drink, do whatever the hell you want! i'm tired of this!"

you raised your voice, and distanced yourself from him again.

「you needed time」

jj's eyes widened when you raised your voice and got up. this is exactly what he tried to avoid, fighting with you. but every time, he somehow managed to do it.

"no, no, don't be like that.. please" he mumbled and grabbed your wrist so that you couldn't run off. he had difficulty saying words like "please" and his mischievous and cheerful character had completely disappeared.

"I'm sorry.. I.. I, we need time. I think.. it's best for us. please, you need to go." you softened and your gaze became more gentle, you looked up at jj with that warm and gentle look you always had on him. you raised your hand slightly, gesturing with it.

jj's gaze was heavy, he looked at you with seriousness on his face. when he is serious, he can seem scary. but, he will never hurt you. he nodded and left through the window, giving you one last look and disappeared into the night.

「you need time」

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

nymph. [part 4] l General Marcus Acacius

Summary:  you have been with him for a long time, but he has never seen you. but everything has changed.

Warnings:  +18, smut, fluff, maybe a little bit of angst, gods and mythology are treated in a simple way

A/N: part 4. I secretly hope you'll be gentle with me. I'm very curious about what your thoughts will be after this chapter. Please remember that I'd love to hear your comments and ideas. And especially when it comes to the ending of this part… I'll leave you alone now. I send you all my love.

I hope you will be gentle with me. your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

nymph [masterlist]

"She's not from here."

Marcus raised his eyes and followed his old friend's gaze. They could see your silhouette between the trees. It was a beautiful, sunny day and you and Melitta were spending it in the garden. 

The young girl had become your companion, although Marcus had often noticed the embarrassment and delight in her eyes almost simultaneously when she looked at you.

"No, she's not," he confirmed. "But would you believe me if I told you?"

Brutus smiled, the wrinkles around his eyes deepening. "I'm old enough to believe anything." he said. "But please, Marcus. Don't tell me things you should keep to yourself. Here," he pointed to the General's broad chest. "Everything is safer here."

Brutus' gray eyes wandered back to the garden. He had known Marcus when he was a child, his father had been Brutus' friend, and after his death he had surrounded the young man with care. He had never seen a woman in his house before, and he certainly didn't know of any that Acacius would look at in such a way.

"You love her." He said.

He didn't have to ask. He was at an age where certain things were simply obvious to him. Like this.

"I do." Marcus sighed. "More than anything."

"That's good. You can't fight the whole world without someone close to you. But she's not from here. Is she free?"

Marcus's eyebrows drew together. "I didn't take her as a concubine or a slave. She's free, more than any of us."

"Her family?" he saw a shadow in Acacius's gaze. "I see. Don't explain it, Marcus. She shouldn't appear among people without a background. Let's think..."

A warm wind blew through the window, playing with the delicate curtains, carrying with it the sweet scent of flowers. Brutus took a sip of wine and cleared his throat.

"You should say that her parents died when she was still a child. It would be safest." he said, and Marcus fixed his gaze on him, listening carefully. "Later, some distant family member took care of her. It wasn't a significant family. You met and fell in love, simply. Don't mention her origins, don't pay attention to her. Some may gossip about you, but it will quickly die down."

"I'm not afraid of gossip, only of her safety." Acacius replied. "I am the General, and I'm afraid that I won't be able to ensure the safety of the one I love."

Brutus nodded his gray head in understanding. "The gods must be favorable to you if you found each other in this vast world. It's a good sign."

And he really hoped that his friend was right.

A dozen or so days at Marcus' house passed quickly. You didn't find boredom there. Melitta accompanied you every day, slowly becoming a close friend. 

Antigonus, on the other hand, strived to ensure that all your requests, or at least those that General Acacius agreed to, were fulfilled. So although he sometimes grumbled something under his breath, he let you sit for hours in a room full of maps and writings, which you looked through, and then in the evenings you asked Marcus about them.

His duties to the Emperor and Rome didn't allow him to spend as much time with you as he would have liked, but the thought that he was coming back to you was something that kept him sane. 

Never before had this house been filled with such conversations and feelings. Never before had he felt as if he was hiding the most precious treasure. You.

"If you knew the true faces of the gods, your eyes would turn white." You said one evening, turning in the sheets. The glow of the candles danced on your bare back, and your hair was in a sweet mess. "All those carvings in the temples, the paintings - poof! - nonsense. None of you have seen the true wrath of Mars or Jupiter. You have not experienced the grace of Venus."

"So what lies next to me if not a gift from Venus?" Marcus asked, leaning down and placing a kiss somewhere between your shoulder blades. "Or Mars? I thought I was the favorite of the gods?"

"Sometimes you are too sure of yourself, General." You replied sarcastically, but you sighed quietly when his hand tightened on your buttock. "The gods have their favorites, but that doesn't mean they can't get bored with them."

"I don't care." His hands grabbed your hips and quickly turned you around, your laughter filling the darkened chamber. "As long as I have you in my hands, I am not afraid of the wrath of the gods. You are my redemption."

A hand tenderly stroked his cheek, fingers slipping into the curly hair among which you could see silver threads. "Don't treat me like one of them, my beloved... I'm not worthy of this."

The brown eyes that were staring at you, however, said something else. Adoration and delight radiated from his insides.

"To me, you are above them all." he replied, spreading your thighs with his hand and placing himself between them. "I want to adore you every day. Praise the day when my eyes saw you for the first time. Fight for you, conquer for you, live for you."

"Marcus..."

His hard cock slid into you without a problem, all the way to the base. Still slippery, full of his seed. You had made love just a moment earlier, like almost every night. Almost, because you also appreciated those moments when you could just fall asleep in each other's arms, feeling the closeness of your bodies, feeling the steady beating of your hearts.

"I will adore and worship you." his voice was low, he whispered to you as if he was praying "Your body is a temple, your sweet moans are songs of praise..." you sighed feeling him move inside you, you tightened your fingers on his strong shoulders "I was a mere mortal when your grace fell upon me. You were the one who decided to stay with me, now I will give you all of myself."

Hot lips kissed your neck as Marcus thrust into you with increasing force. You already knew perfectly well his endless hunger for you, so you gave him what he needed.

Acacius was a generous lover. He gave you pleasure in every way he knew, and you fell apart in his hands, intoxicated by this feeling. 

You never thought before that bodies could fit together so well, complement each other so much and give each other small deaths, while feeling that they were more alive than ever before.

"I love you..." his hot whisper reached your ears, you wrapped your arms around his neck, slid your hands into his soft hair "More than life, more than anything I know."

He hit exactly that spot, you couldn't say a word, catching your breath. His hot, sweaty body was pressing down on you lightly, but it didn't matter. Soon the pleasure spread through your body, all your senses and heart froze. 

Marcus felt your delicate walls squeeze his cock, but he didn't stop. His prayers had to be finished. He lifted himself on his shoulders, eyes swept over your sweaty cleavage and breasts, wandering to the place where you were connected. He disappeared inside you a few more times, and then a deep moan escaped his throat as his seed spurted into you, filling you up again.

Tender hands touched his face again, pulling him into a kiss. Soft lips that he never wanted to leave, arms that were supposed to embrace him forever. The woman who was supposed to love him for eternity.

When Marcus told you that morning that you could go out with him and see Rome, your eyes widened with delight. You had been begging him to let you see the city for a long time, although you understood perfectly well why he refused to do so. Every decision had to be thought out, every move planned.

"We'll visit Brutus, it's nothing interesting." he said, but the smile didn't leave his lips when he saw the glint in your eyes.

Melitta had been trying to help you dress for several minutes, but you were so excited that you couldn't stand still.

"My lady." she sighed. "The sun will set before you cross the threshold. Please..."

"I know, I know..." you repeated once again "It's just so, so exciting."

"Rome is beautiful." Melitta draped the material over your shoulder "You'll like it. Although I prefer forests and meadows... Bathed in the morning light, with the grass still covered in dew."

You tightened your fingers lightly on her arm. "I'll take you there, I promise." you said quietly "Soon."

The door creaked and you both jumped as General Acacius appeared before you. Even though he wasn't wearing armor, he still looked dignified. He smiled at the sight of you and nodded towards Melitta.

"Is everything ready?"

"Yes, my lord." she said curtsying.

"You did well." he praised her "You look wonderful, my love. I have something for you."

He took your hand and carefully slid a gold ring with an emerald stone onto your finger. He pressed his lips to your knuckles.

"It's for your safety." He explained seeing your questioning look. "Anyone who sees this ring will know who you..."

"...belong to." You finished for him.

He kissed your hand again and covered it with his. He wanted to avoid saying those words, but at the same time he wanted them. He wanted to know that you were only his.

Your eyes darted from one face to another, from one fruit stand to the beautifully dressed people you saw leaving the building. Conversations, laughter, the sound of horses' hooves, children running around. You had never been in a place like this before.

Marcus was close to you the whole time, observing your every move and gesture, noticing every smile and delight in your eyes. For a moment he regretted that he didn't see it all the same way you did. 

Years of fighting wars, talking to politicians, worrying about the fate of the country, had made him feel tired and numb. To everything, except you.

"Thank you, beautiful lady! May the gods bless you!" a hoarse voice rang out behind him.

It was only then that he noticed that you had escaped his eyes. Something or someone caught your attention. An older man, in a tattered robe, who was sitting against the wall begging for alms. The closer to the gladiator fights, the more of them appeared in the city, of all ages, sexes, and in various states of health.

Something flashed in the man's dirty hand and Acacius realized that you had given him one of your rings. Not the one he had given you that morning, some other one. He felt a warm surge of affection for you, because he had already forgotten what or who you were before, that you thought differently than those he knew.

A strong hand gently grabbed your arm. "We should go."

You nodded and obediently followed Marcus.

"The Emperor expects your presence during the fights. You should be there." Brutus sat comfortably on a bench under a spreading tree and nodded to the young girl who handed him wine. "There will be no better opportunity for her to go there with you."

"I'm not so sure about that." Marcus replied. "The Emperor, these people..."

"You can't keep her at home forever, Marcus!" the man snorted "I know you want her safety, but someone will notice her soon. Besides, I heard that a few people would be interested in you finally getting married."

Acacius frowned and snorted at the very statement. This topic always appeared when he returned to Rome, that's why he preferred barracks and battlefields, soldiers didn't care about marital status. 

Besides, marriage for people of his position was rarely connected with deeper feelings. It was about the arrangement, about position, about wealth, about creating a strong family.

Somewhere nearby he heard a familiar quiet laugh and noticed you with Aurelia, Brutus' wife, who was showing you around their house. His friend noticed how the General's face brightened at the sight of you.

"It gives me great joy to see you like this." he said warmly "I don't know what spell this girl has cast on you, but the gods are kind to you, since they allowed your paths to cross."

"I will be grateful to them for the rest of my life." Marcus said. "I feel like I knew her before my eyes first met her."

"Is that possible?"

"I don't know... Maybe it was just a dream." He raised his glass to his lips and took a sip of sweet wine. "So be it. She will accompany me there." Brutus patted him on the shoulder happily. "You're right. There will be no better time, and I don't want to risk it."

"We will be there too. But warn her, Marcus. A viper's nest is a terrible place for beautiful creatures like her."

Acacius nodded. A strange fear filled his heart, but when he heard your footsteps, when he felt a familiar hand on his shoulder, it all flew away with the wind.

Something strange woke you up at night. For a moment you tried to understand what it was. Marcus was sleeping quietly next to you, his arm around your waist, his body as hot as the sun close to yours. 

You felt it again. The scent that woke you up, so familiar.

Sage and other herbs, burning somewhere outside the window, in a garden immersed in darkness. You quietly and carefully got out of bed and threw thin robes over your naked body. The window was open and the gentle wind must have unconsciously brought the delicate smoke into the room.

You strained your eyes to see in the darkness the person who was not only burning herbs, but also... 

Yes, you knew the words to this prayer. You had heard it several times in one of the temples, but not in the temple dedicated to Minerva. These were words addressed to Venus, and they were whispered quietly by someone you knew so well. 

A prayer filled with regret, interwoven with quiet sobbing…

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[thepixelelf]

neurosurgeon wonwoo x reader x neurologist jihoon warnings: hospital stuff in general. an unnamed child patient in a life-or-death situation. I know how hospitals work even less than I know how frats work. wc: 914

love triangle au requests

[the quiet ones] "He's frozen," you tell Jihoon, eyes set on the operating table and the man at the head of it.

Jihoon lifts his eyes from the monitors to peer through the observation window. Wonwoo isn't exactly frozen like you said, but Jihoon can see the hesitation laced in his fingers. "He can't be."

"He doesn't work on children anymore. Hasn't since..."

When you trail off, an eyebrow rises behind Jihoon's hair. "He told you that?"

"He didn't mean to," you say with a sideways glance. Jihoon can tell he's not supposed to know this about the head surgeon in the operating room, but clearly, the situation is dire. "The assistants in there don't know the procedure like we do, Jihoon."

You both watch Wonwoo as he pauses again. His assistants all look up at him for direction, but he says nothing.

"I have to go in."

Jihoon stops himself from shaking his head. "Spark, you just clocked out after your ninth hour. Plus, you were the one who told me Wonwoo could do this. "

"He can, just--" You clench your fist and stop yourself from arguing. Now is not the time. "Let me take over."

Jihoon looks at Wonwoo again. You must be a prophet -- now, Wonwoo is truly frozen.

"Go," Jihoon orders.

You don't look back.

=

Wonwoo thought he was the only one who knew the emergency alarm connected to the escape stairs was broken. Evidently not, when the sound of the crash-bar doors swinging shut echoes off the concrete stairs. Even though Wonwoo can't see it from his position on the cold floor -- his knees halfway bent to his chest and his head ducked behind his arms -- he hears someone sit down next to him.

"Shouldn't you be overseeing someone?" Wonwoo mumbles.

Jihoon doesn't say anything for a few seconds. Then, he sighs. "Not sure if you've been keeping track, but it's been two hours. Spark is taking a well-deserved nap." His knee bounces in a rapid rhythm. "At least, they'd better be."

Lifting his head, Wonwoo looks at the way Jihoon glares down the stairway. His concern for you reads on his face like irritation, an expression he's seen on Jihoon more and more as of late.

He calls you Spark, and he's called you that for as long as Wonwoo's known either of you. It piqued his curiosity when he first heard it, but he's yet to find out what it means. He's never felt close enough to ask.

Stretching his legs out, Jihoon clears his throat. "The operation was a success -- not that you asked."

"No thanks to me, either," Wonwoo mutters bitterly, dropping his head again. That little girl's smile as Jihoon had walked her through the procedure yesterday shines on the inner sides of his eyelids. "I could've killed her."

"You didn't."

"Only because you replaced me with a real surgeon."

"Jeon." Jihoon's voice beckons Wonwoo to look up at him. "You're confusing real with perfect. There's no perfect surgeon, as much as people pressure you to be one. Real surgeons get tired. Real surgeons have problems. Real surgeons freeze."

Wonwoo curls his lips between his teeth. If he didn't, he wouldn't be able to stop them from shaking. He takes a breath. "They didn't."

You finished the operation Wonwoo couldn't even start.

"Sure, just keep convincing yourself that you're the world's worst fuckup. Keep telling yourself that every other doctor here is perfect and this one mistake makes you inferior. Keep thinking all of us are real while you just -- hell -- faked your way through medical school and six years of surgeries that went just fine. Yeah, that makes sense." Jihoon runs a hand through his cropped black hair. He meets Wonwoo's eyes. "Sounds stupid when I say it out loud, right? I'm not gonna bother pulling you out if you just keep digging yourself deeper."

Wonwoo shakes his head, even though he doesn't know what he's saying no to.

Jihoon lets out another sigh. "But someone will." His knee starts bouncing again. "Spark believes in you, you know? Didn't stop believing you could do it even after they took over. They were exhausted, but they still told me where to find you."

You would know, wouldn't you. Wonwoo feels the corners of his mouth begin to press into his cheeks.

"They're stubborn like that," Jihoon muses, eyes unfocused down the stairway, an unconscious smile on his face.

Something settles at the bottom of Wonwoo's stomach. His lips press between his teeth again. "You like them, don't you?"

Jihoon jolts back to the present, his brows furrowing at Wonwoo. "And you?"

"Me?"

"Are you gonna tell me you don't feel anything for them?"

Wonwoo blinks. His mouth opens, then closes. "I... guess not."

"Then that's another thing we have in common," Jihoon says, oddly calm after hearing the closest thing Wonwoo's said to a confession since high school. "Spark's always telling me we'd be friends if we tried. Calls us 'the quiet ones'."

Slowly, Wonwoo tilts his chin. "...I don't know what you're saying."

"Me neither." Jihoon gets to his feet, turns to Wonwoo, and holds out his hand. "I guess-- I can't say you're not good enough for Spark if the two things I know about you we have in common."

Wonwoo takes Jihoon's hand. "Two things?"

After Jihoon hoists Wonwoo off his ass, a shy grin spreads across his lips. "Quiet and in love. Welcome to the club."

[smittenmeraki]

There are too mamy itches in my brain. Andreil. Its a peaceful Saturday morning and they're sleeping in, sun just barely filtering through the window as they cuddle together. Neil's pressed against Andrews side and Andrew has an arm around him laying on his back. The phone rings waking them both and Andrew goes to turn it off but its a call from Aaron, a FaceTime. So he answers, groggy and half asleep. He wakes up more after noticing that Aarons been crying.

"You're still in bed" chuckles from the other end of the phone

"Its the weekend, you're crying?" Andrew cuts the small talk and Neil peaks open an eye out of curiosity.

"We have some news" Katelyn wiggles her way onto the screen standing behind Aaron. "We're pregnant" she give a small happy dance. Andrew stares blankly for a moment.

"Youre going to be an uncle." Aaron says, clearly a bit nervous but mostly proud.

"How long?" Is the only response he can think of.

"I'm currently eight weeks, so give or take another 32 weeks, but theres more."

"More?" Andrew sits up a bit dragging Neil with him.

"Twins" Aaron finishes. Neil muffles a laugh into Andrew's shoulder.

"Good luck with that. If they are anything like you, your hands will be full."

"Shut up" Andrew and Aaron say in sync. Neil just laughs again with a shrug.

"You're not saying much." Aaron presses, fiddling with a pen.

"He's excited" Neil says, looking up at him. Andrew scoff and pushes his face away "he's got that look in his eyes, he happy" Andrew shoves Neil off of him.

"If you ever need anything," Andrew mumbles grumpily to which Aaron nods.

"We will be posting updates on our socials, but we wanted you to know first" katelyn says before disappearing off screen.

"Yeah okay." They talk a bit more before hanging up. Andrew stares at the black screen, processing everything.

"Whats on your mind?" Neil whispers crawling back over to him.

"I'm going to be an uncle. He wants me to be apart of it. Of their lives."

"Of course he does, you're his brother."

"A year ago, I would have never gotten that phone call." He drops the phone on his chest, letting it lay face down. Neil lets him be lost in thought for a moment, then reaches out and brushes the hair from his face.

"You two fixed your relationship. Of course he wants you to know his kids."

"Have you ever thought about it?" Andrew picks at his nails, not looking at Neil.

"About what? Drew, what are you asking?"

"Kids. Have you thought about it?"

"I think I'd make a terrible father. I didn't think you were the type to want kids"

"We dont have to be parents. We could foster. Its just an idea, i dont know." Andrew sits up, tossing his legs over the bed. "I don't even think kids would like me." Neil sits up too, watching Andrew's back.

"Do you want to foster children?" Andrew just shrugs at the question, not facing him.

"We could, it would be one more good house in all of the bad ones. Kids might not like us but theyd have their own room. A warm bed and a safe place to be." His words are quiet, contemplating. "Its just a thought."

"We can always look into it. I wouldn't mind."

"An uncle. He wants me to be an uncle." Andrews thoughts go full circle and Neil cant help but smile. Their future seems bright, and possibly filled with young laughter and toys. Neil inches his way to him and whispers "yes or no" a mumbled yes and Neil trails little kisses down Andrews neck, hugging his back to him.

"This also technically makes me an uncle, think Aarons upset about that yet?" Andrew rolls his eyes at him, earning another laugh.

[alexrosa13]

New Year's Eve

Xavier; Zayne; Rafayel; Sylus; Caleb x female!reader

Genre: fluff/suggestive(Rafayel, Sylus)

Warnings: minor writing suggestive content!

Note: Happy New Year you all <3 my last year as a kiddo comes to an end lol - twins fic is still in the making... 20k words already in, it will be up next year, sorry for anyone who's waiting :c

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Let's start the new year with...

You lying down on his chest with a blanked thrown over you, your palm resting next to your head, toying with the fabric of his shirt that found itself between your fingers. One of his hands on your head, playing with you hair gently while the second rests under his head.

His gaze focused on you, he felt at peace, his heart beating slowly, calm, unrushed. The night chill could be a problem, but luckily tonight it wasn't as bad. You and your lover were lying on top of the rooftop of the apartment bulding you two live in, on top of a blanket and fluffy pillows.

It was close to midnight, New Year will start soon, and you will welcome it - together, in each other embrace.

None of you cared enough to actually look up the time on your phones, how much time was left? It didn't matter at the moment.

The fireworks started to fly up, dark sky lightning up in countless colors. But instead of the once-a-year show, you were looking at each other. His eyes expressing the love he holds for you.

"Happy New Year Xavier." your soft smile bringing warm to his heart that he hoped he could keep there forever.

Your body slowly turning to come face to face with him, your hand from his chest wandering to his face, your lips getting closer.

"Happy New Year, my star." with little to no patience left, his hand on your head bringed you even closer to him, your lips finally connecting in a sweet kiss.

The sounds of celebration all around the city encouraging you to live in the moment, the hand he was resting on up until that moment moved in search of your hips, your body collapsing on top of his with your lips still moving against each other.

Even the cold midnight air were no match for your bodies which seem to be getting hotter with every passing second.

Suddenly you felt a tear in your eye, trying to break free from under your eyelid, as if all pain of the past year were to disappear together with it.

So you let it fall - right on Xavier's face, but before he could have the chance to understand the situation and move away to ask what's wrong, you pulled him in deeper, all your sorrows went away, leaving only bliss and happiness.

He was there with you, the sorce of your joy and the owner of your heart. He hopes you know, that his own belonged to you since what seem like forever and he wishes for you to never let go of it.

View of Snowcrest behind the window of your room bringed out memories from the past. The happy ones of you and your loved one, but also the ones of his pain and sorrows. The weird nostalgic feeling found it's place deep inside of your heart.

The half full mug of hot chocolate in your hand and your silhouette sitting on the rocking chair with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders and with your knees brought up under your chin came into the view of your lover the moment he entered the room.

"Is one blanked enough? I don't want you getting cold." his soft voice distracted you from your thoughts, your head turning away from the window to look at him.

"I'm perfectly content here. However there is one thing that I would like, if you want me to be as comfy as I can be here." the mug in your hand meet the surface of the table nearby.

"And what is that you need?" closing the door quietly he made his way towards you.

"Love." your hand reached out to him. He couldn't help the soft giggle that left his mouth at your statement. He let you pull him closer.

You stood up and made him sit up in your place before getting comfy on his laps, like a kitty getting ready to sleep on it's favourite human.

He embraced your form cuddling up to him, your head hiding in his neck. He fixed the blanked around you, making sure to keep you warm and content in his hug.

The chair slowly stopped rocking with your movements coming to an end. His gaze fell from your form towards the window before him, the night sky making the snowy mountains look even more breathtaking that usual.

"Zayne?" he felt your warm breath on his sensitive skin, giving you a gentle hum to let you know he listens "What time is it?" your voice sounded tired, as if you were ready to fell asleep in his arms.

He looked at the clock on the wall, the moonlight bright enough for him to read the time.

"A little past midnight." your head peaked up from his shoulder, your eyes meeting.

"Happy New Year." your tired eyes gazed into his, your lips forming a soft smile.

"Happy New Year my love." your hand wandered from under the blanked to the back of his head, his eyes closed and a second later your lips found his, meeting in a soft unrushed kiss.

None of you knew for how long it lasted, maybe second, maybe minutes. You slowly pulled back, eyes not opening and your breathing getting steady. The blanked close to falling of your shoulders.

Without any word leaving him, Zayne stood up with you in his arms, one of his hands catching the blanked from falling completely.

He laid her down on the bed, making sure to tug her in nicely under the comforter and kiss her on the forehead.

With no rush he got into the bed too, lying down next to her under the cover. Her almost sleeping form turned to him and without any hesitation he pulled her closer to himself.

"Sleep well, my love."

Rafayel's art studio was full of laughter and colors today, it all started with the proposition to spend the New Year's Eve together. What was supposed to be an innocent painting session turned out to be a joyful disaster, with your faces, bodies and clothes covered in paint.

"Wait Miss Bodyguard, don't move, you would look so good with a heart painted on your neck." his paint brush touched the sensitive skin, your laughter proved to add a little challenge, the shaking of your body making the lines come out a bit messy, but the whole image still turning out pretty notherless.

"Can I draw some blue scales on my favourite fishy?" you voice full of joy reached his ears and a moment later your hand started to move his hair away from his face, getting ready to paint a masterpiece.

"Aww you better make me look like the most handsome fishy in the whole sea." he smiled, having the perfect opportunity to stare at your focused face, while you were busy with your work.

He was so mesmerised with your face that he didn't even noticed your eyes turning mischievous until it was too late. In a second his lips became covered in blue paint, he opened them in shock, taken a back.

"How dare you!" instantly in his mind there was a plan for a revenge.

You saw his gaze turning towards the red paint sitting on the floor close to you. Both of you froze. Staring into each other eyes.

In a manner of seconds you tried to stand up and run away from him, but able to predict your next move he moved faster than you, trapping you underneath him, your laughing form trying to apologise and break free didn't budge him.

He held your wrists above your head, pinning them to the floor with one of his hands, while the second took a hold of the paintbrush dipping it in the red paint.

"Rafayel do not! I'm sorry!" your pleading didn't help and in the next second your mouth got covered in paint which smelled and tasted just like... strawberry?

"Now we're even." his smile growing larger at your happiness. Suddenly you heard a loud noise outside of the windows, and a countless more following.

"Midnight." your out of breath voice bringed his attention back to you.

"Happy New Year Miss Bodyguard." he helped you sit down, the eye contact unbreakable and more intense with every second.

"Your lips are still blue." your gaze fell onto them.

"And yours are red." he saw where your eyes went, searching for an answer to his silent question in your gaze, which didn't went back up.

He saw you getting closer to him, you smeared with paint hands went up to his face, holding it with love, and messing up your previous work.

"Want to make purple with me?" your half-opened eyes finally reaching to gaze into his. He swore that you looked like you were about to faint if you didn't get what you wanted - or rather, needed.

"Anytime cutie." your lips came crushing into his, the sounds of breathless making-out meet the loud noises of the fireworks, his hands grabbed your hips, pulling you up onto his lap. His palms leaving obvious traces on your clothes.

Unexpectedly you broke the kiss, your rapid heartbeats trying to outrun each other, hot breaths mixing.

His drunk from lust gaze searched for your eyes, expression on your face matching his. He took notice of your purple lips, your tongue sticking out of your mouth to taste it.

Suddenly your hands left his face but before he could open his mouth to question you, he witnessed you taking off your shirt in hurry and throwing it somewhere behind you.

"Happy New Year baby." managed to leave your mouth, before they came back to his with twice as much passion and yearning than a moment before.

A Happy New Year indeed.

"Where are you taking me?" you ask, he covered your eyes with a black ribbon back in the car and proceed to carry you princess style to who-knows where.

"You'll see soon enough." once again your curiosity didn't get satisfied. You let out a huff of disappointment, your head falling down, as if pretending to faint, but your arms wrapped themselfs tighter around his neck. You couldn't see it, but you knew that his lips turned into a smirk at your attics.

That man made you wear one of the prettiest dresses you own, telling you to dress up because he is taking you out. After enjoying dinner at some fancy restaurant he brought you back to his car, telling you that there's one more place to go tonight and tying the blindfold over your eyes gently, as not to ruin your make-up.

Soon enough he finally put you down onto your feet, his hands gently took a hold of your waist, making you stand exactly where he wants you to.

"Ready?'" you heard his quiet voice right next to your ear, he stood behind you, his hands staying on your waist.

"As I'll never be." you state with a confident tone. With a quiet and short laugh he finally reaches for the ribbon, slowly pulling one end of it, making it untie itself before his hand comes back to it's former place.

Before your eyes is a huge window taking up a whole wall, you were probably standing on 20th floor of some high building. You try to took in your surroundings.

The huge room is decorated in your signature colors, you're quick to take notice of the pile made out of presents, and a banner hanging from the ceiling above it:

Happy New Year Darling

There were flowers all around the floor, you couldn't help but smile at the fact that they matched yours and Sylus' aesthetics perfectly.

"I've decided to spoil you one last time before the end of this year." you felt a kiss on your neck. Turning around in his hold you wrapped your arms around his neck just like before. His eyes glancing into yours, seeing the happiness in your gaze warmed his heart in a way he never knew were possible before meeting you.

"You really didn't have to." joyful smile found it's place on your face, Sylus wished that he brought Mephisto with him to capture that moment forever, but he had to settle for saving that image in his head instead.

"I know, but I wanted to. I love spoiling you kitten, you know that very well." one of his hands reached up to caress your chin before coming back down to take a hold of your hips.

"I love you so much." managed to reach his ears before your lips caught his in a breathless kiss. He was quick to match your passion, kissing you like he yearned for that moment to happen since forever.

One of his hands wandered to your thigh, making it wrap itself around his hip and holding it in place, while the other found your back, gently but firmly making your body arch to his liking, his face now right above yours and your bodies pressed together.

The loud sounds from the outside world caught your attention. You broke the kiss with a heavy breathing arching your body even more, as to see the window behind you, the upside-down image of the sky lighting up in a variety of beautiful colors meeting your eyes.

"Happy New Year kitten." you felt your lover's hot breath on your neck, before his mouth came to meet it, wet kisses making you close your eyes for a moment in delight, before your head went back up and your eyes met. You took notice of the pink blush adoring his face before speaking up.

"Good luck with putting up with me in the new year." your face came closer to his, giving his lips a quick peck before pulling back to say something more "I raise the stakes this year." with a grin on your lips you noticed his eyes lightning up and you could swore that you saw a hearts in them.

"Try me, pretty girl." his lips came crashing onto yours once again.

Oh god how you loved this man...

"Stop it!" your scream broke through the laughter, but the man above you wasn't planning on letting you win that easily. He pinned your hands above your head, not caring one bit about your kicking and squirming under him.

"Give up!" his mocking-like laugh reached your ears.

"Okay, okay! You win! Let me go you bully!" you couldn't stop your giggling even if you tried. Your play fight finally comes to an end, letting you catch your breath.

"One more insult and I won't let you go for the next half-an-hour." his second hand came to join his other one, both of your hands now in his hold.

"Please no. I'm too tired for this." your head dropped down onto the sofa's cushion, your eyes closing up to show the truth behind your words.

"Sure, sure, as if I'll believe that one of the best Linkon City's hunters has this low of a stamina." his hands finally letting go of yours. You felt his body straightening up and sitting on your hips, but not putting his whole weight onto you.

Your eyes opened, one of your hands coming to lay on your forehead. His gaze already focused on you, the grin on his lips speaking loudly about the fact that he was enjoying this.

"You better be careful and take care of one of Linkon's best hunters instead of being mean to her and making her almost die from laughter." with a soft laugh he finally pulled himself up from your body, making his way towards the kitchen area in your apartment without fixing his crumpled T-shirt.

To say that you ogled his walking form was an understatement. Gosh how could someone look this good FROM BEHIND?

Supporting yourself on your elbows you lifted your upper body a little higher, looking at the still running tv. The little clock on the bottom left corner showed that it was only 30 seconds before midnight.

You shot up from your seat and ran to the window with the view on the whole city.

"Caleb! It's almost the time!" the man was quick to put the drink he was holding up onto the countertop and join you in your waiting.

With your gaze still focused on the window you hugged his body tightly, one of his hands returned your embrace, while the second held up his phone to look at the time.

Seconds later the numbers on the screen finally showed midnight, and together with it colors lighten up the sky, making a spectacle of saying goodbye to the old year and welcoming the new one.

His phone dropped to the pocket of his pants and his other arm wrapped itself around you.

"Happy New Year pipsqueak." his lips touched your forehead, planting a quick kiss on it.

You looked up at him, the happiness perfectly visible in your eyes.

"Happy New Year Caleb." standing up on your tippy toes, your lips touched his in a sweet kiss for the first time this year.

It'll be a happy one, because it will be with him.

[kit-williams]

Home for the Holidays

A Christmas story for everyone!

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Work was long and tedious and the last thing you wanted to think about was what you were going to cook for yourself for dinner... plus your new bonded Astartes. You've been so busy you haven't had time to actually get to know him or figure out what to do. Most people who bond with an Astartes tend to move away to be in those towns that have larger populations of Astartes but that was just too much for you to think about now. Stuff was piling up on you fast at work as people went on vacation and all you got off was Christmas Eve and Christmas because your supervisors were taking them off and well whats the point of being in the office alone.

Your shoulders sag as you finally enter your apartment and a lovely smell hits your nose as you wander to your kitchen seeing your new Astartes.

"You can cook?" You say in disbelief interrupting his humming.

"Yup." He says with a deep rumbling voice as he's pealing a pear with a very large knife.

You lean over to look in the dirty- cleaned oven window. You frown as you look at the skillet in the oven... You didn't own a skillet.

"Say... where did you get the stuff to make dinner... I certainly didn't have any chicken in the fridge."

"I have my own money. I bought us some food to make us a holiday dinner." He says before going back to humming the twelve days of Christmas as he silently shoos you out.

That was fine as you had some time to go change into something comfy and veg out on the couch till dinner was done. You needed to do research on what type of Astartes he was... and again your thoughts are interrupted as a plate of chicken and pear.

"If partridge was available I could have sang out 'and a partridge in a pear tree' when serving this but hopefully chicken and pear is just as good." He says handing you the plate as you blink at the presentation before it clicks what he said and you start laughing.

"Please I don't think I could eat a whole swan much less seven!"

"If I was to cook swan it certainly wouldn't be here your oven is too small."

You zone out as he talks about how he would prepare the birds in the song as you sit there smiling eating the first refreshing meal you've had in a long long time.

[nachrosas]

NEW YEAR'S BABY | s.reid x reader

summary: in which you use new year's countdown to tell spencer exciting news.

pairing: spencer reid x reader

content warnings: none, just pure fluff!

word count: 991

a/n: night, night! we can count this as the "first" part of my dad!spencer universe!! i had fun writing this one and i really hope you guys like it! feedback is always appreciated! also, my inbox is always open to chat! till the next one!

The lights in the apartment were soft, casting a golden glow that reflected off the champagne glasses on the coffee table. The music in the background was lively, drowned out by the laughter and chatter of the BAU members and their families gathered to celebrate the end of the year. You were standing by the window, watching the city light up outside, with the sound of sporadic fireworks beginning to fill the air.

The room was full of murmurs and laughter, but your attention was completely focused on him. Spencer was sitting in an armchair next to the bookcase, his fingers adjusting the strands of hair that stubbornly fell over his face while his eyes scrolled down the page of a book he had picked up earlier. It was at moments like that that you loved watching him - he seemed so absorbed in the story, so characteristically himself.

The year had been anything but easy. Memories of old cases and personal moments unfolded in his mind like a movie, bringing flashbacks of challenges, and tears, but also of small miracles. You had leaned on each other in ways you hadn't thought possible before. And the news that changed everything came in the last minutes of the second half as you lovingly joked with your doctor.

You instinctively put your hand to your still flat belly, almost in a protective gesture. The idea of a new beginning for the two of you, or rather the three of you, seemed both exciting and frightening. You had been planning this moment for weeks, but now, seeing you there, the golden light of the lamp softening your features, it seemed more than perfect.

“Are you okay?” Spencer asked suddenly, leaning slightly under your side, the concern evident in his eyes. You didn't even notice when he got up from his chair and approached you.

You smiled, almost laughing at how he always seemed to know when something was on your mind. “I am. I was just… thinking about how different this year has been.”

He moved a lock of your hair carefully behind your ear, his attention now entirely on you. “It was. But I think we ended better than we started, don't you?”

You nodded, feeling the heat rise in your chest. “Yes. And I think next year is going to be even more special.”

Spencer smiled, slightly confused by your words, but before he could ask, the sound of voices in the background began to increase. The countdown was about to begin. You felt your heart racing. It was almost time to tell him.

The room fell silent for a brief moment before everyone started shouting together:

“10!”

Your heart raced, a mixture of anticipation and anxiety coursing through your body. You moved even closer to Spencer, getting so close that you could feel the warmth of his presence, but the nervousness made it seem like there was a chasm between the two of you.

“9!”

You looked at him. Spencer had a discreet smile on his face as he observed his friends and the joy around him. He seemed so calm, so oblivious to the turmoil inside you and the news that was to come.

“8!”

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your heart, which seemed about to explode — and was failing miserably. Your mind was racing in circles. Is this the right time? Will he be happy? What if I ruin our whole relationship?

“7!”

He turned his face towards you, his brown eyes meeting yours. “You look nervous.” he commented softly, leaning in to be heard.

“6!”

“Maybe I am a little.” you admitted, trying to smile, but your voice came out shakier than you expected.

“5!”

Spencer frowned slightly, clearly worried, but before he could say anything else, you grabbed his hand.

“4!”

He looked at your intertwined hands, then turned his attention back to you, his lips curving into a small smile, as if to say that he was there for anything.

“3!”

You knew there was no turning back. The words were on the tip of your tongue, your heart beating so fast that it seemed to mark every remaining second.

“2!”

You leaned closer to him, the noise around you dissolving as everything seemed to dwindle to that moment between the two of you.

“1!”

With a hesitant smile and eyes full of tears you couldn't hold back, you whispered: “I'm pregnant!”

Spencer blinked once, twice, even three times, as if he needed a moment more to process what you had just said. You watched every detail: the way his eyes widened slightly, the way he moistened his lips before opening his mouth, but without being able to say anything right away. 

The sound of the fireworks outside exploded in a spectacle of colors, and the shouts of “Happy New Year!” echoed around the room. But in the space between you, there was only silence.

Then, slowly, the corners of your mouth began to curve upwards, and a genuine smile, so pure and full of emotion, took over your face. His eyes sparkled as if they were reflecting the lights of the fireworks, but you knew it was something more.

He returned a low, almost incredulous laugh, before shaking his head as if still trying to believe it. “That's incredible!” he murmured, his voice low and full of emotion. He took a step forward, his hands hesitantly reaching for yours, holding them carefully. “The best start to the year I could have imagined.”

The lump in your throat finally broke, and you felt the tears run down your cheeks as you smiled at him. Spencer pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face between your neck and shoulder as if he wanted to record that moment forever.

“I love you.” he whispered, and in that instant, as the world celebrated the new year around you, you knew you had made the perfect choice.

[hoiststowline]

tell me why

prowl x reader a/n: newly edited from my initial post on ao3, I will update it there as well!!

Sensing his deadpan before your feet even leave the stairs, you save him the scoff that was certainly headed your way and offer a middle finger instead. 

"You've got to be fragging joking." He won't open the passenger door, heaven forbid he let you sit in the driver's seat, yet his side-view mirror jerks your way in an aggravated manner. Languidly looking you up and down, and not in a way that makes you feel good about yourself, he continues with as much disgust, if not more. "Do you even care about appearances, or have you just given up entirely?"

"I'm sorry," You start, hand defiantly coming to your hip, anger seeping far too easily into your tone, now riled up. "I didn't really have a second to change when you called me at eleven-forty-eight, yelling at me to be outside in three minutes." Backpack hanging from one shoulder, the toe of your sneaker meets the pavement in an irked manner. "You're lucky I even picked up, I have you blocked from four different numbers, and yet, you've managed a way to contact me."

The police cruiser sputters, his engine growling as he argues, temper flaring alongside a familiar dramatic display. "I'm lucky?! y/n, please, I should drive off and leave you pissed that I got you out of recharge for nothing."

Your fingers curl around the door handle, tugging it twice to ignore his unkept threat. "Open the door," 

"You're the biggest pain in the aft I know, and that's saying something." The door pops open, narrowly missing your kneecaps, but you can't find an ounce of energy to start up another round of quarreling. Prowl's voice echoes from the center console as you throw your bag in the backseat, hard, bouncing off the leather before landing on the floor with an unceremonious thud. "Would you stop that?"

"You woke me up and are giving me attitude?" His rear-view mirror moves erratically now, straightening out until you're looking back at your reflection. 

"Get out." He doesn't particularly mean it, because the whole reason he called you is because he needs you, something he'd rather drop dead than admit. You're the bravest and yet the daftest individual to even offer a smidge of trust towards Prowl, but the only being that's shown him a glimmer of kindness in epochs. "I'll do it without you."

But the recently slammed door doesn't re-open, and his engine never cuts out, leaving the conversation hanging in empty air. The two of you sit in silence, the mech baiting you to erupt into an argument, but the only thing you propose is to sit in the front seat with arms crossed over your chest. 

"I hate you." The seatbelt clicks across your waist, tightening gently as a warning to behave. "I hate you so much, y/n, and I hate that I even resorted to coming here."

"You don't hate me because you wouldn't be here if you did." You jeer, sniffling before looking out the window, unimpressed by his nonchalant jab. "I'm one of the few friends you have, you bastard."

"Please," He takes off, moving down your street with purpose, hardly disclosing the actual reason for darkening your doorstep. "Let's set the record straight, we are not friends, not by any definition."

"Oh?" Your palm meets his dashboard, a half-hearted hit. "Then what are we, Prowl?"

"I'm an Autobot." Prowl snuffs, coming to a stop at a red light, yet jamming on his breaks a little too violently. "You, are annoying."

Rolling incurious eyes, you offer a swift kick the glovebox, leaving some residual dirt along the plastic. Beating him up was probably not the smartest idea you've had recently, though it was a valid response- you were on the verge of burnout. But the worst part of it all was that you could never deny Prowl, even as exhaustion threatened to claim you. He was abusing you, knowing your weakness was your compassion and ability to jump when he told you to. 

"Stuff it, you overgrown toaster." Your crankiness was leaving you with no filter, eyelids heavy as he began again down deserted roads, kicking up unsettled dirt with squeaky clean tires. 

"I have been alerted there is Decepticon activity in a secluded area where your species partakes in...street racing?" He relays it as if he's reading a transmission. "And I needed a driver."

"So you roll up, as a police car, to an area where people are doing illegal activities, with me in the passenger seat?" Elbow resting against the paneling of the door, your chin meets your hand. "Aren't you the smartest person alive."

"I-" For the first time since you've met him, he actually gives pause as if surveying his next round of words carefully. Whether that be to think of an insult or to think of a reason for how he's right, you give him thirty seconds before continuing. 

"You really woke me up on a Tuesday night for this shit, Prowl? I know you hate me but for fucks sake." He's been driving straightforwardly for a few minutes now, and taking in your surroundings, you realize he's long left city lines. "Hey, where are we going? How far away is this place?" 

"I lied." It's short as if he isn't going to provide any more information, and to nobody's surprise, he doesn't.

"You woke me up! For nothing! And you aren't even at least going to tell me why?!" Throwing your hands up in exasperation, you begin erratically pulling on the handle, even as he increases his speed. "Prowl, let me out, or so help me-" 

"You'll what?" Part of you wished the sadistic mech would open the door like you know he would, leaving you clean on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. He'd done it before, but every time except once, he'd come back to get you, much to his grumbled annoyance. Yet, at this very moment, walking home was better than being with him any longer, patience long since tried. "Tough luck."

"I'll key you. I'll run my keys over your doors and steal your sirens, kick your bumper, disconnect your voice box-" Rattling off as many empty threats you could think of before you ran out of breath, you end the rant with one final blow. "Fuck you, Prowl, this is the last time I ever do anything for you. You insufferable, bird-brained jackass-"

Prowl takes it, every single one of your denunciations, listening and waiting patiently for your incessant prattling to end. He could wait, he's waited thus long, stewing in sleepless nights and throwing any object that he picked up, berthroom walls littered with dents from his servo meeting the metal. He could take one more klik of your unendurable squabble before he transforms, moving cautiously until you're wriggling in the palm of his servo, staring up at him as he stands off the pavement.  

"I will dump an entire gallon of iced tea in your interior," You stand, dusting yourself off as the black and white mech deposits your backpack at your feet. "Pause. Aren't you supposed to be careful about this shit? I know we're in the middle of nowhere but-" 

Prowl's staring, intently so. He eerily hasn't said a single word in five minutes, which is unlike the Prowl you were just previously bickering back and forth with. A frown is permanently etched onto his face plate, cerulean optics unblinking as he observes you and your body language, vexation evident.

"You're not often correct, y/n, but I will give you credit about one thing." A retort looms on your lips, but he silences you with one look. "You are one of the few friends I have left." 

There's a brief moment where it all comes at you ridiculously hard, his unselfish words for once, not agitated or backhanded. Prowl woke you up so late because he couldn't stand to be alone with his rampaging thoughts anymore, putting it off as long as possible before it all boiled over in one fell swoop. It's why he's indignant and irate towards you, at least more than normal because he's trying to process something uncertain of how to proceed. You cock your head to the side, trying to read his well-stifled emotions, but it all comes back to one thing where you release a shaky laugh.

"You're an asshole." Your palm finds your forehead, smacking it with a guiltiness residing in your chest, but the insult this time is much less sincere. Prowl deserved it, he and you both knew he did, but you were blindsided by his vagueness and impromptu wanting to meet up. "I really do hate you."

"You say that as if I don't hear it every damn cycle," His unoccupied hand comes to your back, circling you leaving you no means to escape. "Old news, y/n."

"Are you going to say it, or are you going to make me?" You push away his digit as it smacks you, enough to say 'Cut it out'. 

"Pain in my aft." Prowl gravels, leaning forward to deposit a kiss on the crown of your head. "Don't expect a ride home, ungrateful brat."

You refuse to believe you're blushing, reduced to nothing, as Prowl just offered genuine affection and not a mean-spirited one. Feeling relief in the non-existent explanation and exchange of pitiful and disputatious words, it could only be described as the last puzzle piece finally slotting into place. 

"Kindly, shut the-" You're interrupted as he presses a benign digit over your lips, successfully silencing you, though you don't doubt that wouldn't have happened anyway, even without his assistance. Instead of fighting back, you pull away from his soft pressure to kiss the tip of his finger, letting your lips linger before a weary sigh escapes you.

"Are you wearing that petrolatum on your dermas?" Prowl spits with disgust, yanking his servo away. "You are, aren't you? You fragging gremlin."

You hate Prowl. He was selfish, infuriating, and generally unfriendly to everyone he's ever had the pleasure of meeting, but for some otherworldly reason, you found yourself attracted to his stupid face and his outwardly unlikeable personality. There was a mountain of gold buried under layers of hardened concrete and false promise, but you were up for the challenge if he would let you in. 

[jellydishes]

i keep forgetting to let people know when i've written things lol but! i have written an 859 word fic for @keferon's mecha au because blurr and swerve seized hold of my throat and refused to let go. it is located here on ao3 but for anyone who wants to stay on tumblr, it is also included below

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Blurr blinked slowly up at the fluorescent lights over his bed. His eyelids felt like they weighed ten pounds each, and every time the lashes on his right side (he didn't have any on his left side anymore, and sometimes he remembered that) fanned across his cheek, the world throbbed.

He wasn't sure how long he stared up at that light. Time had become strange, seeping between his clutching fingers like sand or, more accurately, like a thick, sticky sludge. Impossible to really contain and understand but if he paid attention it dragged and left streaks behind.

The nurses weren't there and then they were. He knew they were speaking English and understood the words, but they still didn't make any sense and he knew he wouldn't remember them later.

Pinpricks in his arm. Which one?

Nurses. Smiling teeth set in rictus grins like he knew Swerve had to be, like-

Time skittered again. Smeared like the thinnest peek of the sunset he could glimpse through his window, thrown against the backdrop of the hospital complex in all the vivid colors of a bruise. He moved numb and chapped and trembling lips in the shape of a word for the ghost sitting beside his bed, but by the time the word left him, the ghost was gone and so was any understanding of what he'd been trying to say.

Time. It kept moving, but it didn't. Every day was the day he'd been pulled from the smoking ruins of his old life and new failure.

He opened his eyes. His left saw grey on grey, but his right saw his personal ghost by the curtains. He blinked over geologic eons, lifetimes, a fifth of a second. He parted the raw, open wound in his face and croaked words he didn't remember as soon as he said them.

The ghost gave a start and yelped, and wasn't that funny? A ghost being surprised?

Time stuttered the way Blurr's speech sometimes frustratingly still did, years after he'd taken speech therapy. One moment his ghost stood by the window and the next, he stood next to the bed. It was like magic, even though Blurr had watched him move through every step in between. 'Sufficiently advanced technology,' Blurr thought, or maybe laughed. His throat ached like he had been. He looked up to say it again just in case, just as a thumb smoothed across the left side of his face, stopping just shy of his lower lip.

Blurr blinked up at him in glacially slow understanding. His ghost had gone very very still but he was dead, Blurr reminded himself. Of course he was. "You aren't real," Blurr sighed, tipping his face further into that hand. The peaks and valleys of the burn scars littering that side didn't register more than a hint of pressure, but he shuddered all the same with a gasp of a laugh that felt like it ought to bleed.

"Why not?" His ghost breathed out (wasn't that funny? wasn't that). There was a snort and a rustle of fabric as his ghost bent to join him on his bed. Swerve. It was Swerve, he was, but he wasn't, couldn't be-

Blurr closed his good eye. His damaged eye, which still registered trace amounts of the neural connection with the mech he'd been disconnected from for endless repetitions of today, saw flickering lines and triangles etched in grey. Something jolted disconcertingly in his chest like an old elevator that suddenly remembered that gravity longed to kiss it again. He closed that eye, too. "Because you're here."

"Why wouldn't I be?" Asked Swerve, and without consciously choosing to do so, Blurr lifted a hand that hadn't belonged to him since he'd joined the program (had it ever…?) and gripped onto the front of a pair of frighteningly familiar overalls. Funny wasn't it, that he couldn't remember much of anything about anyone but he remembered every seam and crinkly, burnt edge he'd only ever seen before-

Blurr made a pathetically small noise that might have been a laugh. "Because you aren't mine, never were. Because you hate me. And also because you're dead. That too."

Time stretched thin like a sheet of rubber, and when Swerve spoke again there came that jolt again that made that rubber drop in the center because a stone had fallen onto it and soon it would rip, but not yet. "...The posters," Swerve groaned, and Blurr laughed, genuinely laughed, for the first time since-

"-not dead either," someone was saying, and it wasn't him so maybe it was-

"Of course you are," Blurr wheezed, giggled like trailing bubbles floating up towards the realization that this hallucination would soon end, and Swerve with it. "What else could you be?"

"An alien."

Blurr jolted and opened his eyes to look at Swerve, but his bed was empty and morning light streamed cold and harsh through his window. His fingers ached where they had been curled into clawlike shapes around nothing at all. A laugh built in his chest and built and built, but all that came out was a thin ghost of nothing at all.

[aishangotome]

Azel Radwan: Chapter 6

Chapter 5

Thank you @shatcey for providing the video for this chapter!

♡———♡

Under the pressure of the Living God, Izzet quickly retreats.

I also feel the intimidating aura, as if we had incurred the wrath of the God—

To shake off the unfathomable fear I felt for a moment, I also set out for the town with the errand memo in hand.

-

(I… I can't move another step from here.)

The desert is dyed golden, and the light begins to weaken as the day draws to a close.

The setting sun peeking through the huge window is a breathtaking sight, one I could gaze at forever.

(I have to hurry back or I'll end up walking through the desert at night, and I need to push myself a little harder…)

(...I might be getting sleepy…)

(I'm too tired…)

Azel: You're in the way.

A merciless voice rains down on me as I doze off, sitting on the stairs.

Looking up, I see the God, devoid of any compassion, looking down at me.

Emma: …I'm sitting in the corner.

Azel: This isn't a resting place.

Emma: Is there any other room I'm allowed to enter?

Azel: No.

Emma: Then there's nothing I can do about it, is there?

Azel: There is. Get back to the castle quickly.

Azel: How can you even think of sleeping in someone's doorway?

Emma: That's how tired I am. Thanks to a certain God who overworks people.

(I made two round trips between the town and the temple today, so my legs are killing me.)

Azel: Poor you. I look forward to working with you tomorrow as well.

(This person… no, this God, doesn't know the meaning of kindness, does he?)

The Living God sits down one step above me and rests his chin on his knee.

His face, bathed in the setting sun, is irritatingly beautiful and divine, with no hint of the darkness within.

(...It's no wonder everyone is deceived.)

(I wonder what happened to turn him into such a merciless, evil God.)

Azel: … Sigh…

Emma: Why are you sighing?

Azel: I was thinking he came sooner than expected.

Azel: That crazy old geezer must be very interested in you.

(What's he talking about?)

Azel gestures toward the entrance with his chin.

I force my sleepy head to turn and see a person standing in the red sunset.

???: Living God, thank you for allowing me to enter this sacred domain.

My eyes, now accustomed to the light, see an elderly man.

A gentle smile graces his face, the kind that calms the heart of anyone he meets, and he exudes a kind and compassionate aura.

(He has the same atmosphere as Azel when he's playing the role of a God in public.)

Azel: I didn't allow it, but you have business with Emma?

(Could this be the High Priest!?)

As I hurriedly try to stand up, Azel grabs my shoulder and pushes me back down.

Azel: Please be brief. We're in the middle of something right now.

High Priest: My apologies for interrupting your conversation.

(There's a bit of a bite to his words… I wonder if Azel doesn't like the High Priest.)

The High Priest is unfazed by Azel's haughty attitude, and his compassionate gaze turns towards me.

High Priest: Lady Emma, it is a pleasure to meet you. I came to greet you after hearing the rumors.

High Priest: I am one of the God's messengers, bestowed with the important role of High Priest, and currently serve as the administrator of the sanctuary.

High Priest: It is my duty to spread the glory of the Living God throughout the country. I look forward to a long and prosperous relationship.

Emma: …Thank you for your greeting. Please forgive me for speaking to you in this position.

High Priest: Not at all. The Living God's wishes should be respected above all else. Please remain as you are.

(What is this feeling?)

(His words, attitude, and demeanor are all soft, yet it makes my heart uneasy…)

I sense an inexplicable discomfort within his gentle gaze, and I'm at a loss for words.

Azel: I said, "Be brief," didn't I?

But with Azel's interruption, I'm freed from the High Priest's entwining gaze, and I secretly let out a sigh of relief.

High Priest: Then, if you'll permit me, I'll get to the main point.

High Priest: Living God, in light of this recent matter, we are urgently preparing the harem.

(Harem… What!? )

High Priest: We can have Lady Emma move to her chambers immediately.

Azel: No, thank you. Please don't do anything unnecessary.

The highest authority in Tanzanite expresses his disapproval bluntly.

That was my only salvation.

Azel: I've said it many times, I don't need a harem. Didn't I give it to Enis?

High Priest: Enis is merely the administrator. Our country's harem originally belongs to the Living God.

High Priest: Recently, many false divinators have appeared in the city, causing concern among the people.

High Priest: The Living God's favor towards a woman could be a ray of hope to dispel the anxieties of the desert.

Azel: It couldn't. It's just a change of subject.

Azel: Instead of thinking about deceiving the people, why not investigate the cause of the increase in false oracles?

While letting out those barbed words, Azel twirls his fingers in my hair.

When our eyes meet, he gives me a chillingly affectionate smile. If someone who didn't know the situation saw us, they might really think I'm being favored.

(...I'm sure my face is stiff right now.)

This is not the face I want to show the High Priest, so I reluctantly meet Azel's gaze.

Azel: Oh, and also, I've decided that the God's favor will be bestowed on only one person.

Azel: Please don't send any other women my way. They're an eyesore.

The finger that slid from my hair to my cheek lightly presses my skin.

It feels like he's pressuring me to "act," but I don't think I can do anything about my stiff face.

High Priest: To think he favors you so much… I was inconsiderate. It is my fault.

(Oh no, my situation is getting worse and worse…)

High Priest: Lady Emma, may peace be with the Living God's heart.

High Priest: And I sincerely pray that the blessings of the moon be bestowed upon you.

Perhaps Azel's silent pressure of "Go away quickly" got through, as the High Priest bows his head politely and quickly leaves the temple without changing his calm expression.

Emma: What did he mean by the "blessings of the moon" at the end?

Azel: Who knows? Probably the ramblings of a senile old man.

The moment we're alone, the deceptive smile disappears, and Azel's face becomes weary.

(As always, his conman skills—no, his acting skills—are impressive.)

Azel removes his hand from me and looks up at the sky decorating the huge window.

Azel: …The worst way to end the day.

Emma: Do you dislike the High Priest that much?

Azel: It's not just dislike. I never want to see his face again.

Emma: Why…

Azel: Is there anyone who could like an old geezer who keeps sending women my way even though I refuse?

Emma: …That's true.

*flashback to earlier*

Enis: If the precious bloodline of the Living God is cut off, Tanzanite has no future.

Enis: The High Priest will not give up, even if he has to gather all the women in the country.

*flashback over*

(The High Priest is the one who protects the glory of the God, and he may not necessarily respect the Living God's will.)

(Even if they have faith, people don't always act according to the God's wishes.)

(...If even a God has troubles, what's the difference between them and humans?)

Azel: Don't betray me.

Emma: What kind of situation would be considered betrayal?

Azel: It's simple. Don't do anything I dislike.

Emma: I'll try my best.

Azel: That's a good answer.

Emma: I understand better than anyone the pain of being forced to do something I hate.

Emma: In order to build a friendly relationship with the Living God, I want to avoid "unconscious harassment."

As I declare this with a puffed-out chest, Azel, who has shifted his gaze back to me from the sunset, furrows his brow noticeably.

Azel: Build a friendship? I'm an evil God, you know.

Emma: That's true… but I have the experience and wisdom of Belle.

Emma: I know that a person's true nature isn't easily discerned.

During my stay at Rhodolite Castle, there were princes with all sorts of problems: the bloodthirsty prince, the misanthropic prince, the prankster prince, and the prince with a flamboyant love life.

But what I learned from facing them were the values and beliefs that weren't apparent on the surface.

Once I grasped those, the glamor surrounding those noble beasts peeled away, and I could see their true selves.

Based on my experience, the God in front of me must be the same.

The God I see is like a mirage, still far from his true essence.

Emma: Only after knowing their true nature can you see whether you "like" or "dislike" a person...

Emma: No matter how unreasonable the situation, I want to make an effort to understand the Living God.

Azel: …Is that so?

(He's been making a scary face this whole time.)

Emma: Did I say something unpleasant?

Azel: No? It's just that, unlike that idiot, I have no intention of getting along with you.

Azel: I just thought, "What a waste of effort."

He pinches my cheek with his fingers and pulls it.

Emma: I unnershtand you have no intenshun of gettin' along wiff me!

Azel: I have no idea what you're saying.

(I want to get along with him… but what's irritating is irritating!)

(I wonder if this will someday turn into a different emotion once I grasp his true nature.)

He releases my cheek, and I rub it with my hand to make sure it's not stretched out.

Azel: Anyway, if you intend to get along with me, don't side with the geezer.

Azel: If you can't even do something that simple, there's no point in talking.

Emma: Of course. It's a piece of cake.

-

The next day, after confidently making that declaration—Azel greets me with a terrifying look as I visit the temple again.

Azel: Hey… I told you not to betray me, didn't I?

Emma: …Yes.

Azel: You also said, "It's a piece of cake," didn't you?

Emma: …Yes.

Azel: Then let me ask you—

Azel: …What is that state you're in?

Emma: I'm the one who wants to ask that!

Azel looks down on me as I kneel on the ground, my breath hitching just from standing.

A sweet, heavy scent rising from my skin gradually increases my body heat. It's something different from the heat I felt when I was exhausted from running errands the other day, something that's eating away at my mind and body.

(I had a bad feeling about this ever since I was on my way here…)

*flashback*

Azel: Be careful with your belongings from tomorrow onwards. You never know where they might plant aphrodisiacs.

*back to present*

(...That's a harsh joke.)

Azel: Any ideas?

His star-filled eyes are cold enough to blow away the desert heat, and that in turn cools my head.

Emma: Come to think of it…

*earlier*

Aisha: Good morning, Lady Emma. How about this outfit for today?

Aisha: Since you're in Tanzanite, please enjoy our country's fashionable attire.

Nadia: And we've prepared this perfume for you today.

Nadia: It might be a bit too sweet at first, but the scent will mellow out over time.

Aisha & Nadia: "Now, let's get you ready."

*back to present*

Emma: Before I left… It might be the perfume the maids prepared for me.

(I had the same breakfast as Clavis and Luke, so it can't be that.)

Since I told the maids my schedule for the day, they must have known I was going to see Azel.

(I didn't feel anything immediately after it was applied, so maybe it was slow-acting… I didn't know such aphrodisiacs existed.)

Azel: Perfume is an aphrodisiac for beginners. Why do you fall for such an obvious trap?

Emma: …I didn't think they would actually put it in the perfume!

Emma: To begin with, I've never used or even seen an aphrodisiac, so I don't know what it's like…

Azel: Huh? You've never seen one in your life?

Emma: Of course not!

Azel: There are people like that?

(Is that something to be surprised about…?)

Azel looks genuinely surprised, not as if he's joking.

(I think anyone would be unfamiliar with aphrodisiacs if they live a normal life.)

(But maybe aphrodisiacs are something Azel is familiar with.)

(…Judging from his attitude, it doesn't seem like he uses them willingly…)

(I'm starting to feel sorry for him.)

Azel: Don't look at me like that, don't pity me, it makes me want to cry.

Emma: S-sorry…

Emma: Is there, like, an antidote for this?

Azel: No. We just have to wait for it to wear off.

Azel: But fortunately, it doesn't seem to be that strong.

Azel: It's rare to see a woman this unsexy even after being given an aphrodisiac.

Emma: That last part was unnecessary.

Azel: How honest.

(...Even if the effect is weak, my body feels strange.)

I don't know much about aphrodisiacs, but I do know what kind of effects they have.

The heat generated just from my clothes rubbing against my skin is enough to make me feel ashamed.

On top of that, the outfit the maids prepared for me, while covering my legs with a long skirt, is similar to a dancer's costume that boldly exposes my chest and stomach, which makes me want to cry even more.

(If I had known I was drugged, I wouldn't have come today…)

I'm not in any condition to walk back to the castle through the desert, so I grip my clothes tightly to hold back my tears.

Azel: …I do feel bad about this.

Emma: …? Did you just say—

Emma: Wait… What are you doing!?

Suddenly, Azel lifts me up roughly like a piece of luggage, throws me over his shoulder, and starts walking.

Azel: If this continues, you'll be attacked.

Emma: Huh!?

Azel: I'll teach you how to deal with being given an aphrodisiac… for a fee.

.

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Chapter 7

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[quilly72]

Alice squuzed in closer to you. "Could... Could you really do that... For me"

Her voice was quiet and barely audible your tiny 4'10" girlfriend looked up at you as you lay in your bed.

This week had been a stressful one but it might soon be worth it. You and your team had been working on a new prototype for a growth accelerator, name pending.

It was meant to help plant life grow to maturity faster and maybe even increase production of plants. The side effects on humans were.... Unknown and your team hadn't put too much thought into human trials. The prototype had been real finicky as of late, which was causing alot of sleepless nights for your team. You offered to bring it home and ness with it tonight but had gotten distracted when your gf made an unexpected visit. You explained it to her and of course her immediate thought was human testing... On herself.

You were tempted by the idea. Watching her grow and maybe even grow bigger proportions wasn't something that turned you off and what was really the worst that could happen. The plants seemed to be fine after all all you were doing was dialing in the limit to it's capabilities. It wouldn't hurt to make Alice a couple inches bigger.

You lay on the bed staring into her hopeful eyes her small demeanor curled up on top of you. "Fine"

Alice squeeled giddy in anticipation

"but only a little.. no one can know about it"

"that's fine. I'll just tell everyone I had a growth spurt. More than likely no one will even notice.

Alice shot off to the other side of the room as she bounced. Her button up shirt and pencil neck skirt sitting comfortably on her. Alice bounced in place as she shifted her weight from one hip to the other. She watched you walk to your desk and pick up the bulky 45 lb raygun. It wasn't exactly compartmentalized yet. You changed a couple parameters as you aimed at your waiting girlfriend.

"how should I pose" she mockingly got into different positions as she settled for jutting her tiny chest out beckoning for the ray to hit it.

You licked your lips as you felt a boner press up against your zipper. She was too cute when she got excited like this. You took a deep breath as you lighltytapped the trigger. A short tiny green ray barely escaping the nozzle as it shot across the room.

OOOOF

Alice shot back her body flinging into the corner of the room. She grabbed your desk to balance herself as she peeled herself off the wall her body aching from the impact. "You didn't say it was gonna hit me that hard" she whined.

You snickered as she leaned forward. Her legs carrying her towards the bed you had already sat down on. The raygun comfortably sitting on your work desk across the room. "Feel any different" you snickered.

Alice stood quietly at the foot of the bed. Her body still sore from her introduction with the wall. She sized herself up. Caressing and eyeing her body as she checked for any difference.

"my boobs are a bit sore from where it hit me but I don't think.... Hold on... I think something might be happening."

Alice concentrated as she grew quieter. Without warning she grimaced as she gritted her teeth. Her brow furrowing as she grew in discomfort. On queue her boobs grew forward. Her button up straining against her cleavage as it pushed through. Her buttons pulled taught as you stared at her boobs through their new windows. Her grimace grew as well as she reached down. She clutched her butt as she turned to look. You caught a glimpse of her booty grow from a tiny little dot. To a sizeable little badonk. Her thighs swelling as they peaked out the bottom of her now very tight pencil neck skirt.

Alice struggled to move as her legs were pinned together. She clawed at her sleeves which now barely came to her forearms. Her buttons constraining her every movement. "Too tight." "I should've undressed before we did this.

Alice clawed at her button up as she relieved the pressure. Revealing her cyan bra which strained and fell underneath her growing chest. Alice finished unbuttoning her shirt as she peeled it off her body.

"how big do you think they are.. c cups.. maybe d cups" she mentioned

You stared as she cupped them bouncing them in her hands. Her smile staring at you as she thought of the possibilities. "Stand up so we can compare heights.

You motioned upwards as she groaned. You looked to see her eyes dart to her own body. Her body gurgling and groaning as.... "Uunnnh"

Alice shot upwards. Her thighs growing down her skirt as you heard several seams tear. Her skirt clinging her butt as her underwear peaked out the hole in the back. Her bra fell to the wayside as it popped off. Her boobs shooting forward no longer held back by cloth.

Her shoes snapped as she lost her balance. Her heels shattering underneath her. She stood back up to her full height as she regained her breath. "You know you should try making it feel a bit better than this" she said sarcastically.

You stood up next to her. Her eyes right below yours. Her growth was unprecedented. You were easily 6 ft and now your gf who was a whole foot shorter was barely looking up at you anymore. Alice noticed this as she playfully nudged you. "Pretty soon you won't wear the pants anymo... Ree"

Alice grimaced again. Her body trembling and groaning as if it rubbed against each other before she sprung up again. Her head surpassing yours as she shot her arms out for balance. A smile strectching across her face as she stared down at you. Her underwear clung to her body as her thighs plumped up outside of it. A noticeable line being drawn in by her too small panties. Her hair tricked a bit further down her back as it brushed against you. The sweet aroma surrounding you as her red tandrils smothered you. She stood to her full height. Her head almost completely above yours. "I must be 6'6 maybe even taller" she mused.

"I could get used to this" she snickered. Meanwhile you were too lost in her body. Her butt straining against the underwear as her boobs swayed back and forth easily e cups or higher now. Your boner growing even harder as you struggled to contain yourself let alone hold a conversation.

Alice noticed this as she posed for you. Pressing her elbows into her cleavage and unsuccessfully trying to peel her undergarments off for you. She pressed up against you as she shoved you to the bed. "Lay down like a good boy"

You struggled to swallow as she encroached you. Her shadow engulfing you as she. "Uuunnnnffphhh"

Alice strained. Her face contorting in discomfort. Her arms shot to each side of her as she tried to balance herself. Her knees bent as she sprang upwards. Her latest growth spurt hitting her hard and fast. For the first time you watched a concerned look flash across her face. As she stared at you looking for a solution. Her underwear tore a couple seams as she stood to easily 7 ft tall. She reached an arm up noting she could lay her hand flat against the ceiling if she strectched for it.

A nervous chuckle escaped her before she composed herself and stared back at you. She took a deep breath "a bit bigger than I wanted but I think I'm good... Say when do I know I've stopped" you could tell she was nervous as she struggled to smile. And bent her body awkwardly noting she was now noticeably taller than your average person.

You shrugged as you stared back at her a look of concern settling into both of your faces as you leaned up to look at your growth ray. She walked behind you as she leaned over you. Her head above yours as you stared at the raygun. "Maybe there's a setting or a reverse button" she pondered.

You didn't have the heart to tell her there wasn't... Yet but luckily the effects were rarely permanent. You were just about to mention this wehn you felt a distinct rumble vibrate behind you. You darted back as you looked. Alice gritting her teeth as a spasm racked her body.

Her panties stood no chance as they tore to the floor. Her head rushing upwards as she braced against the ceiling. Her elbows now flat against the roof as her arms pushed up. The roof bending slightly as she pushed against it. Alice breathed heavily as her chest surged forward. Her boobs covering her chest as she grew to f cups.. if that was even a thing.

Alice opened her eyes panick settling in them as she found you braced against the desk. "I think it's time we reverse this"

You nodded as you turned around. Messing with the raygun as you tried to create atleast a short term solution. Reverse the polarity here. Increase power there.

The floor shook behind you. "No please no more" a whisper sounded behind you.

Aaannnhhhnnfffduuuhh" a guttural groan escaped her. Her head surged upwards her hair meeting the ceiling quickly met by her skull pounding up on it. She leaned forward as she rubbed her head. Her head above your workstation as she stared down at you." How close are you"

You didn't say anything frantically working on the gun. You didn't even know if you could do anything. Her growth was unforseeable. Nothing had ever grown this big. Let alone this long. She should of stopped several spurts ago and you weren't even sure if reversing it was possible but you didn't dare say that.

Meanwhile her boobs found down behind you their warmth radiating out as she struggled to stand in the new small room. Her knees bent slightly as her hair brushed and tickled the ceiling. Some strands darting in front of your vision as she bobbed above you. Her breathing was heavy as she struggled to not panic. "Are you close I think I feel another one commmiiIInnNggg.

Alice was right her head bumped the ceiling again. Drywall raining down as she fell to her knees. Her Hobbs knocking you to the floor as she smothered you. "Sorry sorry."

She leaned upwards caving her back as you escaped underneath her. She scooched back as she leaned back on her haunches. You were momentarily distracted by her thighs spilling outwards across her legs and her boobs surging back and forth as she jiggled before you saw her face. Her panicked smile and glassy eyes staring at you. "Quickly quickly" she motioned.

You got back to work as you heard another groan.

Alice dare not speak as she struggled to breath she leaned forward her head behind you as she leaned on all 4s her body trembling and shaking. You felt her tears hit the ground and fall to the floor. Unnnnnnnnnfff.

Alice surged again

Her chest dragging against the floor as she struggled to avoid you. Her head popping above you again. Her cleavage squishing you to the desk as she pinned you against herself. Her feet and butt pinned against the back wall as you heard your other desk and bed shatter to pieces. "Too big... Can't stop... HELP"

Alice was full blow panicking as she began hyperventaling. "Almost there calm down."

Alice's back scrunched against the ceiling as you heard the roof groan in protest. Her body left with no where left to go as the walls cracked and dented.

"got it I got it!"

You lifted the heavy gun as you powered it up. The machine barely turning on as you heard Alice grunt. Her body trembling and shaking again. Her eyes clenched but as she struggled against her spurts. Her teeth gritted and face clenched as she tried not to grow. You aimed the gun as you quickly fired off a shot. Catching her mid spurt.

Ahhh...

Alice force her body resting. She felt weird she wasn't growing but she wasn't shrink either. But something was still off. "did it work."

She stared at you as you tried to push against her cleavage freeing yourself from her body. "I think so"

Alice laughed as she smiled. "Thank you thank you. I'll never ask for this again. That was easy the most terrifying experience of my life. I mean could you imagine what would have happened if I had... Grown..."

Alice paused. Her body felt off

"something's wrong" Alice could feel her body thumping as if her heartbeat was growing louder. "This feels different what is this"

"maybe your shrinking maybe it's reversing"

"I don't know it doesn't feel right I feel"

Alice strained. The thumping growing. Her body heats duo as she hyperventilated. Her body shaking and groaning. Her body grew hotter and hotter as she felt pure energy surge inside of her. She moaned louder and louder as she realized she was climaxing. "I'm gonna.... Feels so good... Can't stop. I'm gonna. It's... ItsHAPPENING!

Alice shrieked as she felt the energy release and her body grew. Her feet smashing out of the house as her head buried itself druther in. Her bf being swallowed by cleavage with the raygun. She lay flat against the ground as she surged again. Her shrieks piercing the neighborhood. "Can't stop... Feels so good.. Help me somebody"

Her back smashed through the roof as her arms and head smashed the walls down. The house crumbling on top of her. Her naked body engulfing the foundation Alice finally stopped at a cool 50 ft. Her eyes ga

Lady with fear as she stared at all the people surrounding her. A nervous smile escaping her as she stared back at the crowd.

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>Good post! Really well-put together analysis of the branch.

Thank you! Like genuinely, it's actually a good feeling.

>But i find it difficult to even look at Wiš'adel as a Flinger. She just ignores the identity of the branch so much by dealing incredibly high damage to high defense enemies all by herself, hitting flying enemies (I didn't know Rosmontis could bypass that limitation with a future Branch, but even then she needs another operator helping her to do it) and I agree that flyers aren't an issue, especially not when you're not in IS and have access to your entire roster, but it is still part of the branch's identity. Even her attack animations don't sell her as a Flinger to me. Going by the module short, the original name of the branch is probably something like "Bombardment Sniper", but both Greyylter and TRC throw something in the traditional way and Rosmontis throws something non-traditionally with her big invisible hands. If I didn't know what Wiš'adel was and you showed me a clip of her without revealing her attack range, I'd think she was still an Artilleryman Sniper. Because of this, I don't consider her a win for Flingers. They made her a Flinger to let her abuse the upsides they have while letting her ignore the drawbacks that come with the branch. Which yes, could be described as her being a look at what the branch could be, as you said, but blowing past the limitations just isn't it for me.

So there's a few things I want to bring up here because I think they're important. I do consider Wis'adel to be a Flinger at heart. Her kit would be noticeably worse if she wasn't one. It wouldn't just be in terms of raw damage either, it would also be in consistency. Wis'adel is ultimately designed to make the most use of her class's quirks, and you can see that if you look at her S1 and S2.

Wis'adel's S1 and S2 are also quite good skills, and they actually follow the design perspectives that you would expect them to. They get overshadowed a lot by her S3, but S1 and S2 are good, honest, Flinger skills at their core, and their helped by Wis'adel having good numbers.

Ultimately, I think this is more a result of how just how barebones the class is, so the result you get is the class having these long stints between releases of operators.

Rosmontis: 11/1/2020-11/15/2020 || 4/30/2021-5/14/2021 Greyy: 7/5/2022-7/19/2022 || 3/14/2023-3/28/2023 Wis'adel: 5/1/2024-5/15/2024 || 8/31/2024-9/14/2024

I've also included CN dates because when we're talking about Greyy, that means Dorothy's Vision, an infamously delayed event lol. The difference between Rosmontis and Wis'adel was three and a half years, which is kind of absurd. There are other classes with pretty big gulfs between 6-star releases and they honestly have that same sort of feeling too: look at Pozemka versus Schwarz, Typhon vs Rosa, Mountain vs Chongyue, Hellagur vs Zuo Le...you know.

If we had gotten a solid intermediate between Rosmontis and Wis'adel, one that wasn't dealing with the insane numbers Wis'adel is but wasn't necessarily hampered as badly by her kit as Rosmontis, I think Wis'adel would have been a lot more understandable, especially in terms of kit design. As it is now though, yeah it's pretty massive whiplash. I'm not gonna sit here and be like "You need to agree with my opinion or else" though because this ultimately is just personal opinion and taste.

>The branch on a surface level is designed to clear crowds of weak enemies, not to nuke down elites or bosses. Similar to Splash Casters (who are also quite disliked in an overblown manner).

So I'm not disagreeing here per se, I just think it is a little funny that Rosmontis's one CC clear is...nuking down elites and bosses lol. I'm going to link the Risk 31 clear that uses her (alongside Bagpipe) to take out the Bladehelm Recruit and the Risk 30 clear that uses her for that same Recruit but also to kill the Withered Knight. They're neat clears! Definitely a window in the possibility of what Rosmontis might have done in a CC like CC6 if it wasn't for the release of Chen the Holungday.

>Also about Dusk: She was considered pretty bad until her ModY came out. She wasn't that bad, her S2 in particular was/is quite powerful, but ModY really elevated her and helped her fulfill the phantasy of using her S3 to put up a mass of summons to hold back groups of enemies.

Yeah I didn't touch on Dusk much because I couldn't exactly remember what the hype level was around her release. I think it was initially positive but less positive than I remember Mostima being lol.

>On release, people were disappointed by how "bad she is at levitating enemies" when that isn't even really the point. The levitation is just a means to an end, that being activating her silence and damage boost, as well as disrupting attack windups. Her S2 deals really good damage (450% atk per attack), S1 is way more consistent in actually levitating enemies than you'd think, because enemies tend to enter her range one by one and S3 is alright. It has good use-cases and excels against large bosses, cause she can hit them with three tornados at once.

Yeah Ho'ol is the one that's the "wife" in that sentence. I think even calling Silence the Paradigmatic bad is a little mean, even though her kit is very strangely designed.

Ho'olheyak suffered a lot from aesthetic complaints, my least favorite kind. People wanted the tornadoes from her S3 to levitate entire groups of enemies instead of just one, and this bugged them enough to call her bad by extension.

I have rather poor views of the wider community's ability to discern whether Operators are good or not, if this isn't clear lol. I actually really like Ho'ol, she's well designed in that all three of her skills have uses but she definitely suffers from not being the most consistent of the Core Casters. When you're competing with Eyja and Ceobe, it is ultimately a little rough. Her S2 is secretly her goat skill I'm pretty sure tho

How the Arknights Community was Wrong on One of Arknight's Most Powerful Classes

Or, alternatively, you all need to apologize to Rosmontis right now.

Flingers are experiencing a modern Renaissance right now. Thanks to the release of Wis'adel and the introduction of Rosmontis's absolutely busted IS module, it seems like things are on the up and up for Flingers. Even Greyy the Lightningbearer is a common sight in high level IS runs, and he doesn't even have a broken module.

How on Earth did this happen, when it wasn't very long ago that Flingers were the butt and punchline of their own joke?

The Original Let's start with how the archetype was introduced into the game: Rosmontis. Rosmontis was released alongside Mudrock for the Chapter 8 release event, and the reception was pretty mixed. Rosmontis was a limited operator, and to this point, limited operators in Arknights had been pretty middling. Nian wasn't really conclusively better than Hoshiguma, and W was good but nothing special. We were not at the point yet where Dusk or Skadi the Corrupting Heart had been released, so the running joke was typically to roll on the other operator on a limited banner. Mudrock was a really strong laneholder that still sees a lot of use today, and Weedy is by far the strongest shifter operator ever released.

It's also worth noting that Rosmontis was released during a general downturn of opinions on AoE ranged operators. Leonhardt and Meteorite were considered actually quite strong in the early days of Arknights, and I know this must sound crazy, but Mostima and W were actually super hyped for their release. People thought Mostima, base-ass Mostima with no modules, was good. But after CC Blade, and a general stint of CCs where AoE operators made relatively poor performances, the tide had shifted. Operators like Eyjafjalla and Angelina (god remember when Angelina was considered really good. Well I guess she is now. Regardless) had AoE capabilities but were much cheaper in DP and had solid secondary skills for dealing with single enemies. So people were generally pretty down on AoE operators, which wasn't helped later on by the release of Passenger, an operator considered so bad it resulted in several attempts by Hypergryph to make him better (the retrospective view is that while Passenger was bad, he was made out to be a lot worse than he was, a view I agree with).

These two factors did not help the views of Rosmontis as an operator, but it was also further not helped by what content was available to use Rosmontis in: Contingency Contract. Rosmontis, tragically, released after the first theme of Integrated Strategies came and went, and so the only high level content available to use her in was CC. CC is particularly harsh to Flingers as we'll discuss, but this is also something that Wis'adel has managed to avoid as there hasn't been a CC since her release. The only difficult content since Wis'adel's release has been IS and RA, two game modes that honestly favor Flingers as we'll discuss later on. There was just nowhere to use Rosmontis in more difficult content where she didn't feel bad.

Flingers are a pretty interesting subclass, and Arknights has really not designed any subclasses to be like them, ultimately. They have a very impressive attack range, higher bulk than other ranged operators, and a unique gimmick to their attacks: they will deal an additional hit of damage, but one that only has 50% of their ATK. In addition to this, Flingers are the only Sniper subclass that cannot hit aerial enemies without certain conditions being met (Wis'adel's S3, Rosmontis S3 with an aerial blocker).

In general, this results in a class that is very good at dealing with large groups of enemies with only modest DEF stats. This is because DEF ends up having an increased effect on Rosmontis' damage, because it will apply to both of her hits. An enemy with 375 DEF will, after the 175 Def ignore from her talent, reduce her attack damage by a total of 400.

This for a lot of people was sort of the final straw that broke the Rosmontis back. Her vulnerability to enemies having DEF was a problem, and it was generally stated to be in a way that other DPS checks would avoid. In addition, if we take a look at ideal DPS scenarios with the introductory 6-star for each Sniper class:

Ray: 1,346.22 Narantuya: 1,062 Schwarz: 880.28 Exusiai: 815.99 Chen the Holungday: 647.17 Rosmontis: 601.71 Fartooth: 583.88 Rosa: 539 W: 373.93

Rosmontis is very middle of the pack, losing in particular to Exusiai. Now, Exusiai also had the problem of being very soft to enemy DEF stats. Honestly, it should be noted that Rosmontis was always hitting higher DPH than Exusiai would for her normal attack damage.

(I've been getting really into Desmos lately)

Now this is all just auto-attack stuff and I don't want this to be exclusively a Rosmontis analysis by any means (although it's coming). The point here is that there was a pretty common conception that Rosmontis didn't really have a place in the meta, because Exusiai was so dominant in that spot. It's not hard to understand why. If we look at their S3 DPS really quickly...

At low DEF values, Exusiai is overdominant. This isn't super surprising, as she has a lot of factors working in her favor: a busted 5 hit S3, an attack interval reduction as well as a sizable ASPD buff from her talent. But it doesn't take a huge amount of defense for Rosmontis to come out on top. The specific DEF number is 580, roughly. Then, the perks of Rosmontis's S3 come to light: it's larger DEF ignore, it's halved attack interval, and it's much larger ATK buff.

This being said, there are still things working against Rosmontis, like her skill cycle being very long, and her own ATK buff resulting in Warfarin's buff being diluted compared to Exusiai. If you take a look at CC results, it is true that Rosmontis only has one top to her name: CC Spectrum, where she is part of a Risk 31 clear alongside Exusiai, which is pretty cool. But CCs, which often increase enemy DEF while reducing friendly ATK, are just very harsh to Flingers. Given that it is a class so sensitive to DEF and ATK changes to hit breakpoints, most CCs just hit Rosmontis in a double bind.

Funnily enough, Exusiai also doesn't have any top clears in CC past this point too, which is interesting to point out.

(For those counting: Rosmontis: CC5 Exusiai: CC1, CC5)

Rosmontis' position probably wasn't helped past this point by the release of Chen the Holungday either, and the rest is history. Rosmontis goes down as one of the weaker 6-stars in the game. People feel bad when they roll her. People on this website nurse weird ass grudges against her.

The Blip

It would be remiss of me to not remind people about Greyy the Lightningbearer. Greyy was a 5-star, which means that 99% of players ignored his existence, Gamepress made a dogshit summary about him that was made by people who don't play the game, and life moved on. We're going to talk about Greyy in more detail later on because he is important to talk about...

Oh well right now

Lone Trail: The Update That Should Have Changed Everything

Lone Trail was a super massive event, releasing three 6-stars that can be kindly regarded as "good but nothing amazing, bad, and my wife". It also introduced to the game the Flinger Modules, and I'm going to tell you all a secret. You and me, real close now.

It's fucked up these modules didn't receive more hype.

These modules gave Flingers a second shockwave hit. Now that doesn't seem all that impressive. After all, you might think to yourself, that shockwave still deals 50% damage. But the addition of an extra shockwave really changed the numbers of the game, because it meant a huge chunk more damage.

At minimum (673 DEF roughly) this module improves her damage by about 45%. That's pretty crazy for a module as it stands, but if you want to see the full chart, here you go. Arknights Youtubers hire me.

The extremely high peak there, where Rosmontis is doing more than triple the damage she was originally is actually getting to the exact point where Rosmontis without a module moves towards dealing scratch damage. This is pretty common with modules involving physical DPS operators, such as Blaze, to have very unique high points.

But this is 45% just off of, what is essentially

An extra shockwave

60 more points of DEF Ignore

+75 ATK attribute

This is a remarkably tame talent upgrade. The base effect, the second shockwave, is pulling so much work here. These numbers will be a bit more tame when you compare with S2 (already comes with +2 shockwaves) or S3 (already has some DEF shred) but this is still a very impactful module.

It also impacts the stun chance on her S2. Without her module, and having 4 total hits per attack, this puts her stun chance at roughly 59.04% per attack. The additional hit raises those chances to 67.232%. Not a massive increase, but it does help to patch up her odds.

This is also why Greyy's module was so important. Greyy's slow is tied to his talent, and hence the jump from 2 hits to 3 hits is very notable. Without his module, Greyy has a 64% chance to slow the enemy with every attack. With his module, those chances go up to 78.4%! That's pretty significant! He also deals 15% more damage to Slowed enemies too, which is a pretty strong mod on top of the extra shockwave. I haven't actually done Greyy's numbers, but it really does make him a lot more consistent at slowing enemies.

So now we're here, with Flinger's getting a surprisingly good module. They now deal 3 hits per attack, with Rosmontis dealing 5 hits per attack with her S2, which is actually relevant for Lone Trail (Rosmontis can remove a clean 250 DEF with every one of her attacks during her S2 against Arc Screenguards). So what happened?

Well...Flingers weren't popular, were widely regarded as a flawed class, and mostly passed over. It just wasn't worth it to people to raise Rosmontis or Greyy the Lightningbringer even if you had some inkling their module was good.

The Return of Integrated Strategies and Reclamation Algorithm

A miracle the likes of which Hypergryph may never do again...well okay maybe they will, they do be kind of nailing it on the alternate gamemodes, we have the return of Integrated Strategies and Reclamation Algorithm. These modes are actually uniquely situated in comparison to CC to benefit Flingers over other classes. This is largely because of how these modes chose to scale difficulty and the tools they give you to combat this.

In IS, enemy difficulty typically results in scaling HP and ATK buffs, and that's it. It's rare to see enemy DEF buffs in IS. In addition, many relics in IS focus on increasing ATK or ASPD or improving damage dealt. Flingers get much and much better when they deal damage with their shockwaves, and it is pretty easy to do that in IS. Rosmontis's S2 is of special note here: with her module, it deals 5 hits of damage, which means it benefits from ATK buffs to the same degree as Exusiai does, but with a lot of added perks. DEF ignore, a moderate AoE radius, and a chance to stun. This skill is way more dangerous with additional ASPD.

Greyy also benefits a ton here. Extra ASPD allows him to basically permanently lock down entire groups of enemies with slow. This is something that can also sort of be done with Chain Casters, but notably, Chain Casters can only slow down a certain number of enemies at a time with each of their attacks. Since slowed enemies tend to create clusters, Greyy can slow down entire waves of enemies with his attacks, while still dealing pretty impressive damage.

The only issue is the aerial enemies. I haven't mentioned this up until now, because in my opinion, it is the single most overhyped drawback in the entire game. There are tons of events and chapter releases where this basically doesn't matter. Aerial enemies are, for all intents and purposes, rather rare in Arknights. But in IS this is important. Flingers need some degree of map knowledge to use well. But your Sniper ticket is not necessarily the only solution to aerial enemies in any IS, and chances are you'll find more than one. For IS3, you can pick up Kroos Alter and Rosmontis and in the grand majority of situations be completely fine.

Of course, if you play IS5, this basically isn't an issue and Rosmontis is the second stronger Flinger in the game, and I think arguably the second strongest Sniper pick?

I almost forgot RA by the time I went to post this, so it's a good thing I went back because, yes, Flingers and Rosmontis are also good there too. It's literally designed for Flingers to be good, it's huge mobs of enemies all clustered closely around each other. You can use Provisions to give Rosmontis a ton of ATK or ASPD and watch her go ham on like 115 exploding spiders. They also have amazing range for vision on resource maps and have multi-hit mechanics for those stupid locks.

It's like, impressive how nicely Flingers slot in here. I'm really curious how Greyy feels when you give him one of the ASPD provisions so he has +60 ASPD.

Rosmontis CRAVES your Coagulate Supplements!!!!

The End-Times: Wis'adel and Rosmontis's Busted Module

If you've ever wanted to know how we got to this renaissance, it was Wis'adel being released, having absolutely busted numbers on her kit that basically ensured that her shockwaves would always do damage, and then going and soloing IS3 A15 like it was fucking nothing.

Wis'adel proved Flingers could be fucking fantastic.

Rosmontis has actual problems in her kit, she's ultimately a pretty early Limited operator with all the design choices that carries. Wis'adel is what you get when you ask "how far can a Flinger go?" The shockwave mechanic works well with her huge numbers and her shadow status effect. Her summons work to keep as many enemies as possible attached with a shadow. Her blast radius is massive. Honestly the fact she can blow up the UFOs in IS3 barely matters.

Soon after that, Rosmontis got her specialized Module. I've seen people complain about this. You're wrong. There's no fucking way this module should be allowed to be used in general content. It is, in fact, maybe the most busted specialized module they've released. It completely changes Rosmontis as an operator. Benefitting from Caster relics is insane for themes like IS3 which has a ton of genuinely broken ones, her new and improved equipment are insanely powerful, and the fact that she allows every Sniper and Caster to create a free rather tanky blocker with a crazy debuff effect is like

You understand this module is nuts? Surely?

The trait wouldn't really make Rosmontis meta anyhow. It would improve her damage by a lot but puts her, rather frustratingly, into the camp of mixed offensive operators who now have to worry about enemy RES values coming into play. Plenty of the enemies with decent DEF stats that Rosmontis struggles with now also come with sizable RES stats. As I've mentioned in my brief thoughts on Dagda, there are a ton of enemies Dagda hits harder by brute force than Indra does by trying to side-step the bigger stat.

It's also okay that the module is IS only, because IS is where Flingers are just at their best. Nothing is stopping you from using Rosmontis in general content, especially with her still really good BOM-X module!

Flingers, ultimately, are just a well-designed class. They have great range, AoE, and having extra instances of damage is always incredibly powerful. I do think Rosmontis has some kit issues, but I also think that a lot of people immediately dismissed her as bad based on community consensus. You want to know a cool thing about Rosmontis I haven't brought up yet? She can attack invisible enemies with her S3. Invisible enemies feel a lot more common than aerial enemies do, hell Lappland the Decadenza's event is literally a bunch of invisible enemies.

But like, that's never seen as a positive to Rosmontis unless you're a Sniperknights player and then you might just say Totter is better (and I get that, he is a bit more consistent). Rosmontis can hit an entire enemy type with her S3 that Wis'adel can't, but it's seemingly never mentioned. It's just...this community is very strange, you know?

Try Rosmontis out, hell try her out with Shamare or Warfarin. If you use Exusiai a bunch (godspeed soldier it's been rough since the Chen days), you probably already have those operators. Try Greyy out too. Then, if you really want the challenge, E0 Level 1 Wis'adel. Come on. You know that's better than like half the cas-

[velveteenoutlaw]

Abandoned Church, Scarlett Meadows

[icewindandboringhorror]

this is not the exact one I watched but I saw one of these "dish scape" things at someone's house who actually has TV (like they pay for dish/cable instead of just watching stuff online) and I think they're meant to be relaxing atmospheric stuff that you mostly ignore, but I sat there for 35 minutes watching absolutely engrossed.. further proof that I genuinely think my brain is incapable of experiencing boredom lol..

[keeps-ache]

It Is Time (i want to draw but i don't know what lol)