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[sixhours]

One Day at a Time - Chapter 6 - Transition

Author's note: Good news! The rest of this will probably be posted today, with the exception of an epilogue I haven't had the guts to write. When I do, it will be posted as a separate work, and it's not necessary to wrap up this story. Thank you for reading! Your comments and reblogs are feeding me. <3

Series Chapter Index | Read on AO3 | Complete

Rating: Explicit, 18+, here be smut Series tags: The Last of Us, The Last of Us (HBO), Joel Miller x f!OFC, Joel & Ellie, mostly follows canon, SMUT, gratuitous smut, dubious consent (drunk sex), unplanned pregnancy, fluff, references to past miscarriages, angst, hurt/comfort, romance, age gap (~21 years), childbirth, fluffy baby stuff, I've probably forgotten some so please let me know <3

After weeks of sleeping on the narrow, lumpy mattress in Ellie’s old room, his back finally gives out.

He’s reaching for the coffee pot and something about how he moves his shoulder causes a domino effect of rippling pain that starts at the nape of his neck and ends by setting his sciatic nerve on fire, every muscle along his spine locking up tighter than a fist.

He barely makes it to the couch, easing himself down to a prone position with a groan that he hopes Charlie can’t hear from the bedroom.

Her footsteps echo on the stairs.

No such luck.

“Did someone just die down here?”

“M’fine,” he mutters through gritted teeth. “Just my back.”

“What happened?“

Ellie chooses that moment to come through the front door. “Joel? I need a–”

“He’s on the couch. Think his back gave out,” Charlie says, now standing over him, looking concerned.

Ellie’s face pokes over the back of the couch. “Again, old man?”

“M’fine,” he repeats, trying to roll to his side to try to stand, but that only aggravates the nerve and sends a ripple of spasms up his traitorous spine. “Fuck!”

“Should I go find Maria?” Ellie asks. “Those pills she had worked last time–”

“No, I just…need to rest for a minute,” he grumbles, knowing full well he’s out of commission until someone finds him a muscle relaxant.

“Is he always like this?” Charlie asks.

“Pretty much,” Ellie says, too quickly for Joel’s liking.

“I’ll go find Maria,” Charlie says, surprising them both when she takes Joel’s hand and gives it a tender squeeze. Ellie’s eyebrows shoot up.

“Make sure he doesn’t hurt himself again. I’ll be back,” she addresses Ellie before heading out the door.

When Charlie is gone, Ellie plops into the armchair and leans forward, an almost predatory smirk on her face.

“So…is she your girlfriend yet?”

“S’not like–”

“If you say ‘it’s not like that’ one more time, I’ll take the damn pills myself,” she says.

Joel groans. “Do we have to do this now?”

“Got ya right where I want ya,” she says. “Spill it, dude.”

“No, we’re not…I don’t…I dunno,” he grumbles.

“You ‘don’t know?’”

“S’what I said,” he grits his teeth against another wave of pain, forcing himself to lie absolutely still. “It’s complicated.”

Ellie rolls her eyes. “That’s just what grown-ups say when they don’t want to tell you the truth.”

He winces. “Yeah. Well, the truth is…it’s complicated.”

She sighs. “Are you sleeping together?”

“That’s none of your–”

“Just saying, if you’re fucking her, she’s probably your girlfriend. So it’s not that complicated.”

“Ellie, I’m not havin’ this conversation,” he growls, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Well, you should probably figure it out before the baby gets here.”

He can’t argue with that, so he doesn’t.

“It’s gonna be weird…having a baby around,” she says thoughtfully. “Remember how bad Tommy was after Izzy was born? When he kept putting Maria’s breastmilk in his coffee by accident?”

Joel snorts. “Yeah. I remember.”

“You’re gonna be busy,” she says. “Babies are a lot of work.”

Even in his pain, he picks up on the unspoken question in her voice. He softens. He wants to sit up so he can look at her, but his back protests. Instead, he reaches blindly for her hand.

“C’mere.”

There’s a reluctant pause, and then she’s standing beside him, slipping her fingers into his.

“I know I haven’t been, uh…great…lately. M’sorry.”

She shrugs, biting at her lower lip.

“Truth is…I was just gettin’ used to the idea of bein’ your dad, and now with the baby…”

He takes a deep, shaky breath.

“It’s a lot. An’ I know it’s prob’ly a lot for you, too.”

Her voice is too light, like she’s trying to cover something up. “You’ll have a real kid soon.”

He frowns and gives her an experimental pinch between her thumb and index finger. “Dunno. You feel pretty real to me.”

“You know what I mean,” she says softly, and he feels it in his heart, a twinge more powerful than any back spasm. He grips her fingers tighter.

“It’ll be different for a while…and yeah, I’m not gonna get much sleep. Prob’ly be…distracted. But it’s still you and me, kid,” he says. “An’ I’m always gonna be here.”

His back takes that moment to seize up again and he hisses. “Shit, sorry.”

She sighs, but there’s a smile in it. “At this rate, you’re always gonna be here on the couch .”

“What’d you need, anyway?” he groans, trying to change the subject.

“Oh, a hammer.”

“What for?”

“Cat found me this new poster, was gonna hang it in my room.”

“There’s one in my toolbox; s’by the door,” he says. “Just put it back when you’re done.”

She narrows her eyes. “You’re not gonna hurt yourself again, are you? Your girlfriend’ll have my ass.”

His answering glare has no effect and she leaves him, laughing.

Charlie returns with the pills a few minutes later, and he swallows two of them eagerly before she can fetch a glass of water. Then he hears her rummaging around up in the bedroom. She comes back with a heating pad.

“Found it at the post,” she explains. “Your kid is killing my hips. Lift up.”

Your kid.

He frowns. “I don’t need—“

“Spare me,” she sighs. “Lift up.”

So he does, still grumbling, and she slides the pad under his lower back and plugs the cord into the wall. It’s instantly warm, oozing heat up his spine, and the muscles slowly start to unwind. He can’t hold back a groan of relief.

“It’s the bed, isn’t it?” she sighs, easing herself into the armchair.

“No,” he says too quickly. “Strained it at work. Tommy’s got us workin’ doubles to get the new barns up.”

“Uh-huh. Maybe you should consider moving back into your room.”

“Not kickin’ you out,” he scoffs.

“I’d stay there, too.”

He side-eyes her. “No playin’ house, remember?”

“I think we might have crossed that line already,” she murmurs, quirking her lips.

Then she’s up and doing something in the kitchen, and Joel tries to focus on letting the heat work its magic. He knows the muscle relaxant has kicked in when he can roll over slightly and it doesn’t make his back seize. He tries to sit up, but Charlie is instantly at his side, holding him down by the shoulders.

“Gotta work,” he mutters weakly.

“Nuh-uh. I already told Tommy you’re out of commission,” she says.

“The hell’d you do–”

“You’re not good at letting people take care of you, are you?”

He grunts. “Says you .”

“Yeah, we have that in common. Not so much fun on the other side, huh?” she murmurs.

She plunks down a mug of coffee, a glass of juice, and a plate of eggs and toast on the table next to him, then puts a DVD in the player and hands him the remote.

“Stay,” she commands. “I’m at the post all day, but I’ll bring you lunch on my break. You’d better be horizontal when I get back.”

He wants to complain, but the pills have made him slow, and she’s out the door before he can think of a response.

The coffee is black and strong, just the way he likes it. The juice is awful–it’s green, some combination of things from the garden–but he chokes it down anyway, thinking of Sarah and her vitamins.

And then he passes out because he forgot that taking muscle relaxants on an empty stomach will do that. He wakes a few hours later, mouth dry and tasting of that awful juice, to find a paper bag and a note from Charlie have replaced the food and drinks on the table.

It’s a sandwich. Take another dose if you need it. I’ll be home by 6.

He’s pleasantly surprised to find he can sit up. Sure, the noise he makes in the process is unflattering, and he’s not going to be doing cartwheels anytime soon, but it’s an improvement.

This time, he eats the sandwich before he takes the second dose and manages to stay awake until Charlie gets home, but his head swims and he barely makes it halfway through their nightly movie. He wakes to her tugging gently on his hand.

“Come to bed.”

He’s too tired to protest. He lets her lead him to his bedroom, lets her pull back the covers and tuck him into bed, lets her wrap her body around his.

“You just wanna take advantage of me,” he slurs lightly into her hair.

She snorts a laugh. “Yes, Joel. This was my grand plan. For you to knock me up and throw your back out so I could keep you as my sex slave.”

“Mmmff. Knew it.”

“Go to sleep, old man,” she murmurs, nuzzling into his chest until he can feel her smile against his skin.

Sometimes Charlie is so distant, it’s like she isn’t there at all. She stares into space and he has to say her name four or five times before she hears him. Sometimes he has to physically touch her to bring her back, and then she looks at him as though he’s a stranger.

After the second or third time, he recognizes it as the disassociation of grief. He lost days of his life after Sarah was taken from him, days where he existed in body only, when Tess or Tommy would have to pull him back from the edge of a deep, dark pit. He’d wake up unable to remember how he’d gotten to bed or find himself in the middle of a fight with no idea how he’d gotten there. It might have scared him if he thought he had something to lose.

Those are the nights she needs him.

He knows he should turn her away. He knows he’s using her as much as she’s using him. But she comes alive when they’re together, and he tells himself it helps, and maybe it does.

He takes half as many showers.

Tonight, she arches back into him as he thrusts into her on her side from behind, curled around her body, heady with the feeling of being surrounded by her, all soft skin and warmth. She’s murmuring into his palm, slicking her tongue around his fingers, sucking them into her wet mouth and humming. His other hand rubs flutter-like circles against her clit the way he knows she likes.

She’s three orgasms deep and still hungry, panting and pleading, more, there, so close, please .

And then she comes hard, clenching around him and wrenching a hoarse name from her throat.

Not his name.

It barely registers until she’s scrambling away to sit at the edge of the bed, still trembling from the aftershocks, pulling the sheet across her naked chest.

“Shit, shit, shit, I’m sorry,” she gasps.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he soothes, reaching out to pull her back against him, but she jerks away from his touch.

“Fuck,” she grits out, followed by a low, keening sob. “Shit. Fuck.”

Some part of him has always known; the way her eyes clamp shut at the critical moment, the way she positions him and guides him and takes and takes and takes, the way she asks to forget, to pretend. Joel knows it’s foolish to think she needed him and not just the idea of him: a warm body, a working cock and fingers and tongue.

“Charlie, it’s–”

Her muffled sob cracks something in his heart. Then she’s locking herself in the bathroom before he can find his feet.

Shit.

He gets out of bed and pulls on his boxers, goes to the closed door. “Charlie?”

“Go away.”

He rolls his eyes. “Dammit, I’m not…mad.”

Silence.

“I don’t care if you…if you need…if you…fuck,” he hisses. “Just talk t’me.”

Her voice is so faint it barely registers. “I can’t.”

“Okay, you don’t have to, but…can you at least open the door?”

“No.”

He makes a fist against the wall, gritting his teeth. Without a better idea, he turns and slides down the wall, pressing his back to the door.

I’m here , he thinks helplessly. Just tell me what to do.

Silence. And then…rustling, a soft grunt, until they’re back-to-back with the door between them. He hears the hitch of another muffled sob.

“I always…thought it would be him,” she whispers finally, voice thick. “That we’d do this together.”

He feels a familiar shameful flush. What can he say?

I’m sorry it happened the wrong way, at the wrong time, with the wrong person.

I’m sorry I’m not him.

But he’s not sorry at all. He’s a selfish asshole, so he doesn’t say anything.

“We wanted this so much. And sometimes it feels like a…a betrayal. Like I’m moving on…forgetting him.”

He swallows hard, thinking of Sarah, wondering if he might hold this child in his arms and feel that same gnawing guilt, like he doesn’t deserve to be whole again.

“I think he’d want you to be happy,” Joel says softly.

“I tell myself that, I do…but I don’t think I believe it. I don’t–”

More silence. He shifts his weight. The floor is cold and hard, digging into his ass. It can’t be good for her back.

“When we…started…you said…you needed to pretend,” he tries, tipping his head back against the door and closing his eyes. “I knew that goin’ into this. Knew I wasn’t, uh…I’m not–”

“I thought…I wanted…I don’t know,” she hiccups. “I don’t know anymore.”

“We…you don’t need to—”

“It hurts,” she grates out. “It h-hurts and I miss him and it’s not f-f-fucking fair.”

It’s not fucking fair .

What else is there to say?

“I know,” he whispers roughly. “I know.”

They sit like that until his ass is numb and her silence is too unnerving to bear.

“Come back to bed,” he says, defeated and not expecting her to answer. “Please.”

There’s a watery sigh on the other side of the door. Then he hears her moving, the slightest groan as she gets to her feet, and he eases himself off the floor. The door opens. She’s wrapped in a robe, one hand cradling her belly under the terrycloth, the bedsheet pooled at her feet.

Her eyes meet his, red-rimmed and hollow. He cups the back of her neck and pulls her into an embrace.

“S’alright,” he whispers when her tears wet his chest and she shudders against him. He sways like he used to when Sarah was little, rocking her back and forth until she quiets.

“Oh!”

She jumps suddenly, startling in his arms, a soft gasp escaping her lips. Swiping at her eyes, she grabs his hand, guiding it down her body until it’s resting just below her belly button. Her skin is warm and taut and smooth.

“What—“

Then he feels it, the tapping against his fingers, some tiny arm or elbow or foot poking at him from under her skin. She laughs through tears as the insistent little being seems to dance under their hands.

“Never been this strong before,” she whispers thickly.

Joel doesn’t trust himself to speak, pride warring with sadness in his chest. They stay like that for a long time, his hand on her stomach, new life roiling beneath his palm.

The baby should be able to hear them now, so at night, he reads out loud from a tattered copy of The Fellowship of the Ring , sitting up in their shared bed with a pair of reading glasses perched on his nose. The reading was his idea, the choice of material was hers.

One hand holds the book, the other rests on Charlie’s stomach. She says she likes the sound of his voice, but most of the time, she’s asleep before he gets to the third page. At this rate, the kid will be twenty before they finish the first book in the trilogy.

Tonight, the baby–Coconut, he thinks–is particularly active, rolling and kicking against his hand. A particularly hard jab causes Charlie to jump, hissing a soft ouch under her breath, and he puts the book aside.

“Hey, kid, settle down,” he says, rubbing at the squirming lump. “Let your mama sleep.”

This earns him another pointed jab; the kid is all attitude.

“Mmm,” Charlie mutters. “I know what’d help me sleep.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmmhmm,” she stretches, arching her back, and he can see the outline of one dark nipple through her bra.

“Again?” he murmurs, sliding a hand up to cup her breast and rolling it gently through the fabric. “Already?”

She sighs at the contact. “Mmm. Please?”

He tosses his glasses on the nightstand, more than happy to abandon the book, and curls around her, nuzzling her neck. “‘Fraid I’m not going to be much help with, uh…y’know.”

Not for the first time, he wishes he was about fifteen years younger. Even then, he’s not sure he could keep up with her. He wonders if she was always like this, or if it’s the pregnancy. He wonders if he’ll get to find out.

They don’t talk about this, or what will happen after the baby comes. They go to her midwife appointments together and Joel grinds his teeth through every second, but he stays by her side. Sometimes she holds his hand, and when she kisses him, she does so with the full force of her being. But just like the baby, their relationship doesn’t have a name.

She guides his hand between her legs, under her panties, finding her slick and swollen. She gives a contented little hum of pleasure when his finger traces her seam. “I’m sure you can figure something out.”

He huffs a breath into her nape, kisses the spot where the soft, downy hairs tickle against his nose, and strokes her the way she likes, circling and tapping until she’s arching against him. She comes almost immediately, fluttering and pulsing against his fingertips. A little one.

“More?” he murmurs, gentling his touch as her breathing calms.

“Mmhm, please.”

Her clit is a hard, slick little pebble under his fingers. He draws her orgasm from her more slowly this time, teasing, building her up until her climax is a growl sprung from the depths of her throat and her thighs clench his hand in a vise. He cups her sex gently and trails kisses along her neck, her throat, her shoulder as she rides it out, whispers into the shell of her ear, “More?”

Charlie reaches back and threads her fingers into his hair in answer, pulling him tighter against her, and he breathes her in, sweat and soap and something uniquely her. It drives him crazy, makes him feel feral and protective and alive. She turns her head, seeking his mouth, and he obliges, tongue parting her lips and tasting her as she hums and shivers and writhes against his hand, don’t stop please don’t please don’t stop . 

“I got you,” he murmurs against her lips in between kisses, fingers circling and circling until his wrist aches. He can feel the baby roll and kick under his forearm, feels her fingers gripping him there. He loves watching her like this, loves the way her back arches and jaw goes slack with pleasure, the sounds she makes when she comes.

And then she does, coming undone in his arms with a throaty moan, shuddering and keening in a way that makes his cock twitch.

“Better?” he murmurs, finally pulling his hand away and groping for the blanket they’d tossed aside.

“Much,” she sighs, relinquishing herself to his warmth. “You sure you don’t want me to…”

“M’fine,” he says, wrapping an arm around her belly, which has gone mostly still. “Kid calmed down.”

“Yeah. S’the hormones,” she murmurs drowsily. “Oxytocin.”

“They can feel that, huh?”

“Mmhm,” she says. “They can feel everything.”

“...everything?”

“Don’t make it weird,” she murmurs, and he can feel her smirking against his arm. “Read to us?”

Us . They’re slowly bending all the rules, he thinks.

He groans. “Thought you were goin’ to sleep.”

“I am, but I like your voice.”

“Uh huh. Damnit, lost my place,” he grumbles, grabbing for the hefty paperback. “Never find it again, damn book is six-thousand pages long. Thought this’d have dragons, so far they’re just describing’ stuff and yackin’.”

“It’s Tolkien,” she yawns. “It’s a classic.”

“Buncha elves and gnomes and shit,” he mutters. “This Dildo Baggins character sounds like a porn star.”

“They’re hobbits,” Charlie laughs and pokes him in the thigh. “And it’s ‘Bilbo’, you grouch.”

He squints. “Right, need my glasses. Tiny print.”

Charlie snickers, something about old eyes , and burrows deeper into the covers as he finally finds his reading glasses and his place.

He doesn’t make it two pages before he hears her snore.

They’ve kept up the movie night routine even though there’s no good reason for Charlie to stay off her feet. They’ve rented the last of the action flicks from the library, so now they’re working through television shows and sitcoms. Some unlucky soul from the time before left behind a sizeable collection of M*A*S*H episodes on tape, so Charlie often falls asleep to the sounds of Hawkeye’s sarcastic drawl.

They’re on the couch in their usual spots, her with a bowl of homemade strawberry ice cream perched on her belly, him with a beer. The ice cream is the only thing she craves–strawberry preserves mixed with cream and sugar, then frozen and scooped into a bowl. Joel makes a new batch every other night before they go to bed. They’re going through Maria’s summer preserves like crazy, and he’ll be doing work on the community greenhouses for the rest of his fucking life at this rate.

But it’s worth it, he thinks, as she takes another bite of the rich, creamy concoction, licking the spoon clean with her strawberry-pink tongue. She’s a fucking distraction. The laugh track is going off in the background, but with every bite, her eyes roll back and her lashes flutter, and he wants to take that spoon out of her mouth and–

He adjusts himself, forces his eyes back to the screen, takes another sip of his beer. Jesus .

A few minutes later the bowl is licked clean, and a well-placed kick from the baby sends it rocking, tumbling into her lap.

“Apparently we demand more,” Charlie laughs.

“Kid’s gonna come out lookin’ like a strawberry,” Joel mutters.

She smiles. “Baby wants what it wants.”

The phrase triggers a memory, and he chuckles. “With Sarah, it was mangoes.”

Sarah’s mom, sitting at the kitchen table in their tiny one-bedroom, devouring the fruit straight from the rind, sticky juice coating her fingers, running down her chin.

Baby wants what it wants , she’d said, and then he’d kissed her, lips syrupy sweet.

He doesn’t remember if he loved her–there was no room for love to grow, really. Not enough time, not enough money, not enough maturity between the two of them. But they’d made Sarah, and he’d loved his baby girl enough to make up for the rest.

“Who’s Sarah?”

Charlie snaps him out of his reverie. She’s looking at him curiously.

Oh.

He reaches for the remote, pausing the show, and the silence around them has weight, he can feel it pressing against his chest. He coughs, clears his throat, tries to figure out how to start.

“She was, uh…my daughter. Before.”

She blinks at him, wide-eyed, her question a small, breathless whisper. “You had a daughter?”

He ducks his head. “Yeah. She, uh…was killed on Outbreak Day. She’d be about your age now. Little younger, I guess.”

Her eyes are so bright, they almost glow.

“Her mom…my ex…liked mangoes,” he explains. “When she was pregnant. Couldn’t keep enough of ‘em in the house.”

“Why didn’t you say something?”

“Didn’t know you liked mangoes,” he says weakly, trying for a joke. She doesn’t smile.

He takes a deep breath, trying to keep his voice from shaking. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t tryin’ to hide it. It never felt like a good time, and it’s…I didn’t want you to feel like I was…replacin’ something.”

She looks around then as if seeking some kind of clue, something obvious she might have missed. There are no photos of Sarah on the mantle, no drawings or keepsakes to indicate he’d been a father before Ellie–only the broken watch on his wrist. He holds it out to her, the shattered glass face shimmering in the light of the TV screen.

“She gave me this for my birthday,” he says, and the words stick in his throat. “It’s…all I have.”

“And her name was Sarah?” she says in a small, tight voice.

His smile is sad. “Go figure, huh?”

Her lip quivers. “Joel…”

She sets the bowl aside and starts to get up, the bulk of her belly and gravity working against her.

“Don’t–” he starts, but she makes it to her feet before he can protest.

Then she’s standing between his knees and cradling his face in her hands. There are tears in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks. She cries at everything now, but that doesn’t explain why he wants to cry, too.

He wants to say something reassuring, to set her at ease, but his tongue is thick in his mouth and it hurts like it does sometimes, like the wound is fresh and raw and new all over again.

“I can’t,” he says thickly, pleading. “Not…right now. Not yet.”

She nods slowly, kisses his forehead with something like love, and cradles him against her. Her warm, full belly presses against his chest, against his heart, and he hates that it soothes the ache. It’s too much like forgetting.

Her whisper at his temple is a balm.

“One day at a time.”

[psychiatricwarfare]

Hello Hello I'm your friendly neighbourhood ghost and I am a collector of spooky tales, folklore, Urban legends, cryptids and spooky experiences and I was wondering if y'all want to share y'all favorite one??

Thank you and I hope y'all are having a blast

hello!! we absolutely would love to share!! we love a good spooky/strange story, and altho you only asked for one, we can't choose one favourite soo heres a few under the cut.. :3c

first we'll give ya a spooky one! it takes place shortly after i was born, barely talking yet, our childhood room had a closet that was connected to the attic. apparently only my dad went into the attic cus my mom & sister were too scared and we were an infant. but whenever my dad went into the attic, the windows would be open and he'd have to close them. then he'd go yell at our mom asking why she kept opening the windows, but she didnt. cus she was scared of the attic. so one day they were arguing about this in front of me & my dad said smth like "well then who's opening the windows, huh?".

& apparently (according to our parents) we point up at the ceiling to the attic and said "man". so ofc our parents were like huh?? so we did it again & ofc my parents were like 'oh shit we're haunted'. but the ghost wasnt actually like.. doing anything other than opening the windows so my dad just kept closing them and everyone kinda left him (the ghost man) alone.

then, out of nowhere, when we were like 3 years old ish, we would just start screaming and crying in the middle of the night. full-on hysterics about "the man in the attic". so our grandma flew in to come bless the house with sage (we assume) and free the spirit peacefully and respectfully. the only thing we actually remember from this whole story is her walking around the attic burning something and repeating stuff. we're told she also made my dad do it with her, not sure why she chose him tho tbh. anyways everythings been fine after that and ever since then whenever smth weird happened in the house we'd be like "welp, i guess the man's back"

second story isnt super spooky but it is weird. this one starts when we were maybe 4 or 5? we were at a paranormal sites tour on vacation, i know how this sounds but stick with us here, the tour guide said to take 2 pictures because you might not get the ghost in the first picture, but you might get it in the second. now im prettyy sure this is actually something to do with the flash and lens flares but, my mom, sister & i still did it and sure enough my sister got the pictures with & without a little orb! how fun! we save the pictures to a flash drive or something to look at for years to come.

years pass and we're all looking at the pictures (as we'd done many times before) and we get to the pictures from that tour and were like 'oh we should show dad' so my sister calls my dad in so he can see the two pictures, one with the orb and one without it. except this time when we're looking at them, neither one has an orb. and we sit there dumbstruck because we'd looked at them so many times and there was always an orb in the second picture. we still dunno how it just disappeared.. our dad was just sitting there like ".... 😑😐🤨 what are you showing me?" as the rest of us went through the 5 stages of grief trying to accept that the one time we thought to show him our ghostie picture, it stops existing :(

last one's gonna be our fav cryptid!! theyre called the fresno nightcrawlers!!!! theyre super cute little dudes that were originally sighted in fresno, california (as per their name) but they usually show up in the US :3 they also showed up once in poland they usually appear in twos, one bigger one and one smaller one, but not always. they're very cute lil guys just look at them

theyre grey/white creatures with long legs with no arms or torsos, if you look closely, their knee bends where a human shin would be, so that rules out a person in a costume because their legs are too long with far too low knees to be a human. theyre known to be small (4'11/1.5m), but one sighting claims it was 7ft/2m~. perhaps the smaller ones seen are children?? from the footage we've seen, the smaller ones never seem to be sighted without a taller one. however, the taller ones have been sighted alone.

look at how cute this lil guy is!! this is from the first ever sighting of them, definitely check out the video we linked to watch it walk around

the person who posted it also embossed the video to prove there are no wires or anything, and in the screenshot above you can kinda see the lil guy and eyes potentially?? theyre kinda hard to see so we raised the contrast n such

some people think theyre puppets with strings and have tried to recreate them, which does seem to be incredibly difficult. the wiki (linked above) has the documentary where somebody tries to debunk them along with all the sightings & hoaxes. theyre funky lil dudes and since it harms nobody and affects nothing, we choose to believe theyre real :3

[showtoonzfan]

So recently, I came across this-

https://twitter.com/LackadaisyCats/status/1694945289801433255

I dunno the full story, but Lackadaisy rejected the funds given by Viv and the spindlehorse team, and Vivziepop fans are going off, lol!

What do you think about it?

So yeah ofc Viv had to make it public and tweet to her million bootlicking fans that Lackadaisy rejected her donation, she knows what she’s doing otherwise she would have kept it private but she can’t bc she always wants sympathy points and wants people to start shit, which fans did and are still saying “Boycott Lackadaisy” as well as assholes like Sam Haft and Mel Mrozek tweeting about how “disappointed” they are. Tracy already said that she messaged Viv about the situation so there was literally no reason on why Viv made it public if this was already resolved. You know she’s seething and wants people to attack the LD crew and paint her as the superior one.

As for the issue itself, I have the feeling the donation was rejected because LD had already hit all their goals for the show, reaching up to their final $2,000,00 teir. I do feel like Tracy should have been more clear and upfront on what exactly happened tho, but again, if she already told Viv in private, then she already told Viv in private. At this point I’m just tired with this whole discourse. All this started bc a member of LD turned out to be an asshole….and it bugs me that somehow the HH/HB fandom got warped up until it and now people are acting like this is a huge war on Lackadaisy against HH/HB. Both creators/projects should just co exist but we can’t have that.

I want to be unbiased and share that on Tracy’s part, I still don’t agree with her response to Ze, she could have made an outright statement and been professional about it, but that’s pretty much it in terms of what she did wrong in my eyes and could be better at. Notice how this has nothing to do with Viv herself tho. This was drama in the LD fandom where the HB/HH fandom/crew had to stick their noses in, and I’m sorry, but Viv initiated it, and tweeting about how they rejected her donation was the final straw, because that was something she did not need to do and only did so her fan base can support and coddle her while trashing Tracy, despite none of us knowing the full story. I have no idea whether Tracy is aware that Viv is a horrible person and just wants nothing to do with her, or if the rejecting donation part was genuinely for a reason. We don’t know. I DO know that I’m tired of the unprofessionalism coming from Viv and the hypocrisy coming from her fandom.

They want to cancel Lackadaisy so badly bc ONE bad egg was on the crew despite the fact that Spindlehorse is filled with multiple shitty members like a pro shipper and someone who literally fetishizes rape, as well as entitled assholes who don’t care about the victims of Viv and just want to smear how innocent she is as well as Viv herself being outed multiple times for being an abuser. Now they’re also mad that they rejected Viv’s donation, a situation they know nothing about but they’re going to support their queen either way, and this is exactly what Viv wanted. It shouldn’t be a competition and yet it sadly is.

[clavissionary-position]

Summary of Jean's Rose Garden Rendezvous Story

Holy fucking shit, Jean's story... To say it's an emotional trip and an utter treat for his fans...

I dunno who at Cybird came up with this story for him but I need that individual to immediately be promoted. Or maybe I'm extra-simping because it's been a while since I've read in-game Jean stuff

Summary under the cut. It's probably not accurate since I use a translator to read. Beware of minor embellishing.

Mitsuki arrives in the dreamlike landscape of Vlad's endless valley of roses under the cover of nightfall, except this story isn't about Vlad obviously lol. She was summoned by the sound of a sweet voice, but she's alone when she gets there, and has no recollection of why she's there at all.

Just as she's wondering about where she is, Jean appears, except Mitsuki doesn't recognize him. He calls her by her name, and she realizes that his is the voice that invited her to this place, but nothing other than that. She is taken aback by how beautiful Jean is.

Jean approaches her and grips her shoulder. "You need to run. If you leave now, you should be able to..."

Mitsuki is naturally confused by this. She asks him what she's running away from, and Jean looks sighs and looks down and finally says "from me."

(Which is SUCH a throwback to his route. Remember the main conflict? How Jean was always pushing Mitsuki away?)

And Jean turns her around and shoves her back, prompting her forward. "Go," he says. "Run."

Mitsuki, still confused, does as she's told and begins running. Each stride infuses her lungs with the sweet scent of the roses. But her heart aches for a different reason.

Jean is livid when she turns around to face him (she hasn't gotten far). "Why are you turning around?"

(I could only think about Mitsuki's line from his route. 'If I run away from Jean now, I'll lose him forever.')

Mitsuki goes back to him and answers that she's sure that Jean invited her to this garden so she could meet him. She realizes that her helplessness upon her arrival disappeared the moment he appeared before her.

"I also feel like you wanted to show me these ethereal roses, but..." She gets a little nervous and asks Jean for his name.

Jean lapses into a silence filled only with the gentle rustle of the roses between them. Finally he gives it.

Mitsuki repeats his name back. What's important to note here is that she only says his first name, despite him giving his full name, and she doesn't apply an honorific to it (a minor plot point in the JP version of his route that was taken out in the ENG version). She calls him as he once asked her to, saying he has no use for honorifics. This implies that just by hearing his name, gears are beginning to shift in Mitsuki's mind.

The moment Mitsuki calls his name, Jean reaches for her, but instead of pushing her away like last time he pulls her into an embrace. (How awesome would it be if we'd gotten a His POV for this!? I can only imagine how absolutely u n d o n e he came)

"You'll definitely regret having come back to me," he says, not meeting her eyes.

His whispers fall on her shoulder, and Mitsuki gently reaches her arms out to wrap around his back. "I won't regret at all. So..." She finds it strange how naturally the words seem to just spill from her. "So bite me."

To which Jean is obviously taken aback as poor sweet Jean is so want to do.

Mitsuki still doesn't know why she's saying such things, and yet she feels that these are the very words she's always wanted to say to him.

While Mitsuki wonders if being surrounded by the fragrance of the roses unknowingly designed in her this strange desire, she suddenly feels Jean's ragged breathing against her neck.

And then he bites her 🥺 as the music gets all epic and romantic

Jean begins lapping at the blood spilling from her neck and ofc this drives Mitsuki insane with the pleasure that courses through her. Gasping, she tightens her arms around Jean's thin but toned form (she makes specific note of this LOL).

Jean pulls away to say this: "You're... such a strange woman. Sweeter and more dangerous than these roses. You--" He tilts her face up and strokes the corners of her eye, moving in to wipe away the tears she had no idea were there with his lips.

And then they finally pull together for a kiss (which gets spicy and heated, but the story ends there).

I just love what biting symbolizes in Jean's character arc. He doesn't crave blood like the rest of the guys, so biting has always been synonymous with his inner "monster". That's why it's especially poignant and beautiful and deeply meaningful whenever Mitsuki asks him to bite her.

This tiny little story was a gorgeous reprisal of everything Jean fans love about the Jean x Mitsuki love story.

/end simping

[kndrules]

in your take/au/adulthood shenanigans for Sector V, if they (like one of the couples or whatever) were to ever have kids, what would they be like?

ofc i stress "if" as by all means am only curious, doesn't have to be "canon" n whatnot lol

I AM SOOOOOO GLAD YOU ASKED...get ready for a long answer

Please note that all of these headcanons are cowritten by @sector-v and some of the kid OCs are his. I'll say which ones.

Let's start with Wally and Kuki

They foster kids, so a lot of kids have lived with them over the years, but three kids ended up sticking around. The two younger kids were adopted by them, and the older kid came into their home as an older teenager, so she just spent the rest of her childhood years with them.

Here they are:

Kat and Dirt Bug are in Sector V. I think Dirt's pronouns should be they/them instead maybe...I'm still developing these three, they're the newest of my kid OCs by several years. Dirt's name is like that because Wally let them name themself.

Kat- VERY energetic and impulsive. She's a bit sensitive, full of love and wonder, and prone to getting herself into trouble. She's very protective of her friends and siblings. She's also very into sports.

Dirt- Very curious and has absolutely no sense of danger. Also energetic, but mostly follows Kat around. Both Kat and Dirt LOVE bugs and collecting them. Dirt plays by their own rules, which they never share out loud. They somewhat live in their own reality, a lot like Kuki does.

Xue- She was in the foster system her whole life, so she's understandably standoffish around new people, including her new family. Her best friends are all internet friends. Wally and Kuki are trying to encourage her to get out more. I need to figure out more about her still.

Now for the Hoagie/Abby kids

I will admit my bias- Naomi is my favorite of all of them. Garth is @sector-v 's OC. Garth is short for Hogarth, making him Hogarth the Third!

(These drawings are from before I redesigned adult Hoagie)

Naomi is the leader of Sector V. Garth will join the KND too, but they won't be in Sector V at the same time, because of their age difference.

Naomi- Takes after both her parents to an alarming degree, but she has more energy than both of them put together. She loves inventing and engineering and is a huge extrovert. She's a natural leader who sometimes has a tendancy to be controlling. Her parents support anything she wants to do, so she's a very well-rounded kid with infinite resources. She's brilliant both academically and socially- and is a huge nerd...though she hates to be called one.

When she gets older, she's probably gonna start going by she/they

Garth- I don't know much about him yet, but he's definitely a typical younger brother in many ways.

Now...Lizzie and Nigel

They're a mixed family. Lizzie was married before she started talking to Nigel again, and she has one son from that previous marriage. His name is Joshua and he's @sector-v 's OC. Nigel becomes the Step Dad, but he hates being seen as the "parent" (he's got baggage about that). Lizzie and Nigel later have a child of their own, Monty Jr, who is also @sector-v 's OC. Actually this entire paragraph- pretend @sector-v wrote it, because these are all his ideas.

Joshua eventually joins Sector V, but was hesitant to at first.

Joshua- He and Naomi are inseparable best friends. Naomi got him to come out of his shell and pushed him to be more adventerous. Being raised by Lizzie, he's kind of meek and studious. He's a very well behaved kid, and Nigel doesn't know what to do with that.

Monty- I dunno he's a baby!

I could say more, but I think that's plenty! I have so many story ideas planned that feature them, but I have no idea if I'll ever draw them.

[bluejay-in-write]

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Send 👀 and I'll tell you some OC Lore

Tyyy for the ask!! ^^ SO idk if you were interested in hearing about Himari which is the other half of the chaotic duo that is Himari and Ryuu from my Atla story Winds of Change but since there was nothing else but eyes I thought I would shake things up from the last ask where I mentioned her and talk about one of my favorite Ocs (hell they're all my favorites) Monte who is from my Leverage (Redemption) story Leverage Legacy!

Okay so I love love love Monte's backstory so much!!! Honestly I love what I did with all my Ocs/psuedo Ocs in that fic because Leverage Legacy is mainly about (theme wise) how one person's action can change another person's life and through them can change even more lives because we're all connected. And more specifically it's about how both Leverage teams (og and redemption) went on to affect the world in a bigger way then they themselves will ever realize. (Insert obligatory read me cause imma take ya'll on a ride)

Now Monte is on of my two full Ocs that is apart of next gen leverage group. The other is Victoria who prefers to go by Vi. There is also three psuedo Ocs who I call that because two of them only had one episode each in Leverage Redemption and who's personalities while extrapolated from those two episodes go way beyond and way more in depth than what is shown in those episodes.

So while you guys who have watched Redemption know them as Becky (Harry's Daughter) and Maurice (Client from the Librarian episode) they will be called Bex and Reece in my story because let's be honest who doesn't want a cool nickname when they become a thief and they just deserve better :') (not changing their real names ofc)

There's also Breanna who we all know and love but due to some events after the "end" of Leverage Redemption she will also be extremely different as well for understandable reasons while still keeping the things that make her her ofc. Everyone will also be aged up a decent amount like they will be early to mid thirties which will also create even more changes. Anyways onto the actual character lore!

You will eventually see that all of the next gen leverage gang has a connection to one of the og or redemption gang and Monte's is Sophie. Now we never get to know too much about Sophie's past although it is more touched on in Redemption than Leverage proper and I have my own ideas I've come up with dunno if I'll ever write them out tho because I kind of like her being such a mystery.

Regardless of this though there is a blank point in Sophie's timeline that I would love to touch on and this is during the second season where Sophie takes time away to discover herself and that's where Monte comes in! At this point in time Monte is around nine years old and up until now has grown up on the streets of London learning how to steal and dumpster dive for his food.

He had learned quickly how be quiet and nimble sneaking only what he needed from people's pockets so he wouldn't starve. He picked the wrong target though this cold winters night because Sophie Deveroux had become quite close to the best thief there ever was and no one less than Parker would manage to pick pocket her anymore.

But when she saw it was a young boy Sophie was reminded of someone else long ago and knew that she wouldn't be able to leave this boy out in the cold. So carefully as if with a wild animal she taught him how to trust her eventually feeding him and taking him home to one of her safe houses. It took time but finally she was able to clean him and clothe him taking care of him in a way that it looked like he hadn't experienced in a long time.

Each day he watched her silent expecting her to throw him back on the street. But instead she taught him sign language so they could better communicate. And when he picked that up as quickly as he had picked up stealing she taught him about her favorite heists, took him to her favorite museums holding his hand through how to case a building, and then around her favorite parts of London introducing beauty in his world that up until this point had only consisted of alley ways and dirty sidewalks.

Eventually Sophie realized that her time in what became a home away from how had come to an end and that day he had feared so much finally arrived. But she did not throw him back on the street like he had been preparing for. Instead she gave Monte to a Thieves guild that had owed her a favor making them promise to her that they would treat him right our else she would be back to make them regret doing otherwise.

Of course she had also kept in touch through video calls and letters and always kept an eye out for the day when the newspapers reported that Parker worlds greatest thief had finally gained some competition.

(So like last time this was probably way more than some lore but oh well I've been wanting to gush about Monte for a long time haha. But if anyone is interested I'm always up for doing another post about him and how he got the name Monte because actually when she first asked his name he hadn't had one to tell her. But anyways hope you enjoyed reading if you got to this point!)

[talkinpunchline]

A review of Knight Terrors: Punchline 1 & 2

So I was going to just post a review of Knight Terrors: Punchline #2 today but then I figured why not go ahead and talk more about both issues? Before I start though I wanna just compliment Danny Lore, Lucas Meyer, & Alex Guimarães. They came together to make a REALLY great pair of comics

So the issues follow the pretty basic set up of all the Knight Terrors tie ins. The protag of the book falling asleep, being subjected to whatever they were fearing at the moment, and then eventually fighting them off. Where these two set themselves apart though is the execution. I don't really have a reason to bring it up here, but if you follow me on my main, you might know I'm a MASSIVE horror fan. A fact that has lead me to feeling pretty let down by this event as a whole. Sure, some of the stuff being shown in the other books is creepy, but scary? Nope! Which isn't a slight at the other writers at all, a lot of them are pretty good and even some of the other Knight Terrors books are fun, it's just hard to write really good horror. Danny thought? They absolutely nailed it. Working off some pretty logical and, I'd say, relatable fears to tell the story and explore Alexis's perspective as much as you can in just two issues

Another thing I think this book has over others, and again no shade, is really subtle bits of dream logic in the art. Costumes not being quite right in photos, things notably shifting to afford you a better look when you want to see something from another angle. All those little things your brain plasters over It's a smart touch!

But that all leads to the question of what Alexis fears. It's a couple things, nothing that the solicits said, the first is pretty simple- Surveillance.

I've seen a few people complain about Babsgirl's inclusion in this, myself included, but it really makes sense with how the book presents it. It's not Babs, it's the surveillance she has.

Like love her or hate her Oracle has a genuinely horrifying level of control over the internet, and when you think about that constant threat of violence that molded Alexis into what she is? OFC she'd worry about that when she finds out just what she's been living under for life.

So yeah the big Batgirl monster isn't Babs it's the concept of surveillance like we're in the middle of a Magnus Archives episode. I also like that it does, ultimately, play into her second fear: A lack of control.

(I don't wanna post too many full pages, but this one is too good not to drop in full)

But yeah control, and the fear of losing it, really does make sense for Alexis. Losing control of the narrative, the small amount of safety she's literally paid for with blood, it's perfect.

Most of the second issue is a fight, alongside what I mentioned before, but one thing I really appreciate that got lost in Gotham Game is the fact that Alexis refuses to just die despite fantasizing about it

Out of all of the clowns she is the one trying to expose a message and she's not going to stop I dunno if her using broken glass to try and fight even when she's as good as dead is an explicit reference to the Orca fight in Joker #3 or a happy accident, but either way it rules.

And that's it in a nutshell. An expertly done two issue book with some phenomenal art and coloring that handles Alexis pretty much perfectly.

Seriously DC I'd buy every variant of an ongoing with this creative team I NEED it

[yumenoyousei]

Wash day, a Jason Todd x Black!OFC Drabble

Rated: G, around 750 words Summary: It's Shay's wash day and she worries about which hair style to do.

Also cross-posted on ao3 in my DC OC drabble collection, Phenomenal. Get to know my OC, Shay Frank in this post. All the fics are in a ao3 series, and the main fic is Awaking in Gotham.

This is an absolute self-indulgent little story. Dedicated to all the black girls who struggle with their natural hair. ❤️

Her hair day was sacred and it annoyed Shay that she hadn’t had the time to do one.

As much as she loved to be pampered by Deena or her girls, she liked the calm of doing her hair by herself. The time it gave her to reset, to relax and be one with herself.

But while she took the time to feel anew, it was also the time she decided on her next look and vibe. This time around, she had no clue what to do.

(That was not true. She had one idea. She still wasn’t sure if it was a good idea.)

She shook her head and focused on the now: her braids had been unbraided, she detangled and pre-poo her hair, she would shampoo and put an overnight treatment.

The rest could wait until tomorrow.

-

Shay was massaging her live-in conditioner through her hair and the idea just couldn’t leave her.

She wanted to go with a gel-based wash-and-go. 

She hadn’t done one since her days in Metropolis, encouraged by Jen. She still had some water-based gel, even if she rarely used it.

Shay sighed, her fingers getting tired. She could do a wash-and-go for a couple of days and wig it once tired of it.

Uncertainty swirling in her heart, she took the water-based gel out of her shelves.

-

Shay had forgotten how long and painful it was to dry her hair with a diffuser and gave up halfway through. She stared at her reflection, her curls were defined in their 4C tightness. They were longer than when she had been in Metropolis, finally touching her shoulders.

Though, the shrinkage was real and she wanted to have more volume. She stared at the dryer once more, remembering that Deena had told her that a diffuser was the key to volume. She wrinkled her nose.

Instead, she found her hair pick comb and started to pick the roots gently until she had a tad more volume. 

“You done?” She heard Jason say from the other side of the apartment, not yet seeing her.

As the uncertainty came back to her stomach, she managed to say: “Yeah.”

Jason’s head popped in the mirror’s reflection and Shay’s eyes stayed glued to his reaction.

“You haven’t done those since we’ve been together. How you call it? Wash-and-go?”

Her shoulder sagged a bit, her lips curled up. She couldn’t believe he remembered. “Yeah. I usually don’t have time for it but I dunno I felt like it…” She shrugged.

“I like it,” he replied, eyes full of sincerity.

“You do?”

Jason stopped for a second. “Shay, you could shave your head and I'd still think you gorgeous. Plus, I know you love those hairstyles. You always, always compliment them when you see a girl in the streets or when on TV.” He paused. “Why you so afraid of?”

Shay sighed. “I’m a public figure and a black woman. I know the algorithm favours Black women with silky hair or braids. And that’s not even the political statement I make just because it's my natural hair, even if all I had in mind was being cute.”

“Fuck ‘em.”

“Jay…”

“No seriously Shay, for today, for this week, fuck ‘em.” He gently kissed her temple. “Besides, you have a good fanbase that won’t unfollow just because your hair ain’t in their standards.”

Shay looked again at her reflection, seeing the smile blooming on her face. “I do look good with it.”

“There’s my girl.”

She snorted and turned before wrinkling her nose. “You got gel on your chin!” She took a damp towel to wipe his chin while Jason laughed. 

“Let’s go on a date today,” Jason exclaimed.

“Huh?”

“You said you had nothing today, not until later. And you finished your hair. Let’s go out. We haven’t had one of those in a while.”

It was true that they hadn’t had a date, a real date that wasn’t just chilling on the couch, in a while. “You got somethin’ in mind?”

Jason only smiled.

Shay wouldn’t know if Jason had planned it or if it was truly a spur of the moment, but she was grateful that he brought her to Gotham Botanical Garden, recently reopened with Poison Ivy’s (unasked) remodelling.

He took so many pictures of her that she had to post them on her social media accounts.

And watching herself smile so widely, surrounded by beautiful flowers with her natural crown, she could only find herself beautiful.

In the end, she stayed with a wash-and-go for a month, every other day finding new ways to style them, and every day appreciating her hair more.

The End

[questionableresponses]

So, I (mostly) watched the recently found lost American dub of Legend of Prince Rama renamed to Prince of Light (which you can watch here). What intrigued me was Bryan Cranston, aka Walter fucking White playing Rama and James Earl Jones (Mufasa and Darth Vader) was the narrator. When I check the Lost Media Wiki for info I found that they cut the movie from 2 hours 11 minutes to about 1 hour 26 minutes (LMW states its about 39 minutes of cut stuff) and boy it was baaaaaad. Also, some scenes were swapped around wtf??. It felt like just watching an animated Adipurush really, the Americans fucked it up. Full rant/review under the cut to save your screen (image descs contain commentary). Lots of swearing be warned because I have emotions about this.

Part 1: The story stuff and emotional stuff

Alright first off, the intro got changed. It's no longer the cool ancient carving style and instead has clips from the movie with a weird ass border. Which is like fucking stupid you're spoiling moments and like it makes it feel low budget. Also, the scene of Maricha and gang fighting Rama and Lakshman was not included in the movie. The intro fails to tell about Ayodhya, Lanka, Dasharatha, just the fucking set up of the story (a lot of Hindu elements were cut out too :( damn you American Christians).

Vishvamitra and the brahmins getting attacked is the same and dandy with Vishvamita's prayer being a lot more Christian inspired (saying lord of the heavens above or something). Title screen got changed.

Ok now here is where it gets weird. They skip the showcasing of Ayodhya, showcasing of Rama and Lakshman, literally the entire Tataka fight is fucking gone, a key defining moment of Rama, it's his first fight and well kind of establishes him as the protector of Dharma! Infact, the first scene to introduce Rama was Sita's swayamvar. It makes so sense. 1. it does not establish Rama's character, he does not speak even a word (for whole 7 minutes too) 2. why would the audience care about this? It tells us nothing about our main heroes

Rama receiving the divine weapons comes immediately after because "he is of age now" (literally what). It feels out of place and serves no purpose with the cuts made.

Kaikeyi's whole thing was cut and glossed over and framed weirdly (with the close up of Manthara which makes it look like she is her). They frame her as being jealous instead of Manthara poisoning her. Then the narrator states that Dasharatha had to choose between love for his son and love for his wife and he chose his wife when that's not what happened?? Everyone who knows Ramayana knows Dasharatha was bound by his dharma and was forced to, dying from heartbreak because of it (and the curse but not relevant rn). Also Dasharatha never dies which is weird. And uhhhh why is the "Rama, why don't you blame me? Why don't you have a grudge against me?" line kept when he clearly chose his wife over him in this version?? The emotional dialogues of Dasharatha wishing for Rama to return, interactions between Rama, Kaushalya, and Kaikeyi were cut. This is just part 1 of the emotion sucking mother fuckers. Bharat meeting Rama and disowning Kaikeyi was cut :/

THEY CUT THE FUCKING PANCHAVATI SONG IT'S A BEAUTIFUL SONG WHY

They keep adding shitty ass fucking songs and new soundtrack. Maricha's dramatic screaming is certainly an uptake from his weird moaning as he died. Weirdly cut Sita having to convince Lakshman to go after Rama after hearing "his" cry for help (he just up and leaves after Sita says he needs help. After making the rekha ofc). Also, nitpicky but, Lakshman doesn't call Sita 'sister'. It just feels odd,,, he respects her a lot yet calls her by her name??? I dunno man (Bhabhi is the best word but English sucks ok sister is the best we got).

Why the fuck is Rama threatening to pick Ravan's teeth out with his bones, Sri Ramachandra would not say that 😭Anyway Jatayu's death was delivered in a goofy way.

Why is Kabandha making puns, no he was not cursed by Ravan, Kabandha never told Rama that in exchange of freeing him from his curse he would answer one question. No Kabandha was not a threat to the vanars and their food??? That's so weird??? No mention of Vali, no Rama and Sugriva swearing friendship, Rama being emotional over Sita's ornaments was trimmed down (it was a touching scene). They also cut the swearing friendship scene WHICH WAS A GOOD SCENE. Weird ass vanars trying to find Sita montage (it sucked the music was fucking ass). WHY DID THEY MAKE JAMBHAVANT THE PERSON TO CURSE HANUMAN/LOCK HIS POWERS AWAY?????

RAM DOOT HANUMAN WAS CUT WHY ARE THEY CUTTING BANGERS

One line that I thought was funny "hope they know how to set bones in Lanka because they're about to have an epidemic"

Kumbha: breaths fire American!Hanuman: oh looks like someone's been eating spicy food again! Why....

The entire Lanka Dahan was painful. "the party's just starting to heat up!" 😭😭😭

Rama did not pray for 11 days and oh they transsed Varuna's gender, interesting.

THEY FUCKED UP SETU BANDHAM WHICH IS MY FAVOURITE SONG

THEY FUCKED UP THE FIGHT MONTAGE SONG WITH THE RAKSHASAS AND VANARS THAT SHIT WAS HYPEEEEEE WHY DID YOU TRIM IT

Fucking cutting all the important dialogue. They trimmed down on the Good Ksatriya vs Good human speech. Literally one of the best scenes and they fucked it up.

WHY THE FUCK DID THEY REMOVE THE NEEL VS PRAHASTHA FIGHT IT'S LIKE ONE OF THE BEST ONES LIKE COME ON

The Sugriv and Kumbha fight was intact, which I am grateful for because it's a favourite of mine, but they changed the soundtrack and cut out his talk with Nikumbha after :/ like what did the Americans have against characters being characters. They changed the order of Nikumbha's death and Kumbhakarn's awakening and like in doing do they cut the scene that traumatised me (LOOK I CAN'T BE THE ONLY ONE WHO FREAKED OUT SEEING NIKUMBHA WITH THE AXE IN HIS CHEST CALLING OUT FOR HIS FATHER OK). Also not Hanuman telling him he has bad breath 😭

Oh and this bit of gold "yOU stAnD nO ChaNCe AgAinSt mE i'M a tRaIneD aSsAsSin" - Nikumbha 2001

The bit that kind of got me laughing was when Angad confronts Ravan and says "say your prayers shorty" like isdcbjsdbcdsjh WHO WROTE THIS SCRIPT??? (Dawg I wish I could clip this shit because oh my god there is so much that you all just have to see. Defo clipping Hanuman's bad puns and jokes)

Thank fucking god Rama's Attack on Titan moment was kept intact. Tho Bryan Cranston saying Kumbhakarn was like both funny and painful "Kumbhakernnnnn" HELP. Also why did they cut the slave freeing scene???

They butchered the illusory Sita being stabbed scene. They removed the set up for it (Hanuman and Angad getting shot) and Indrajeet taunting Rama. I mean at least they didn't censor it I guess??? Two things were funny tho, Bryan over acting Rama's reaction, and Lakshman shouting "coward" at Indrajeet and getting shot immediately after like dawg they even edited his mouth to move (does take away from the scene emotionally tho as in the original he comes in front of Rama to protect him while here it just seems like he wants to start a fight which yeah in character I guess). I find it impressive that they turned the moments that always gives me anxiety to the point of chest pain into something I fucking laughed at. Kudos.

Another thing I should clip. Indrajeet saying father weirdly. It was so drawn out and airy and just talking about his plan like shut the fuck up dude talk normally😭

Now this choice was weird. You know how after Sugriv gets the news that there are no more herbs in the area and none of them work on Indrajeet's arrows and Rama starts to get depressed about the apparent death of his wife and critical state of his brother but Vibishnan is like "naw dude Sita is alive my nephew just knows magic" and Jambhavant is like "just go to Nepal they got stuff there". Well, they changed the fucking order FOR NO REASON. So now it goes, Sugriv finds out there are no herbs (no mention of Indrajeet's arrows) -> Jambhavant talks about the Himalayas -> insert shitty Hanuman montage with new song plus flashbacks -> Rama laments about his wife and brother and Vibishan is like "nah dude my nephew just a tricky bitch".

That makes no fucking sense. This just makes it confusing. Even I was confused and I've seen the movie millions of times.

Removed the landmark scene and of course obligatory Hanuman pun :/ (deadass will learn editing just so I can compile all of them). They completely cut out Hanuman praying for the protection of Lakshman and asking keep to keep up his fight for life and referring to him a s brother??? It was a sweet thing and I guess because of this they cut out Rama calling Hanuman his brother. Also cut out Rama comforting Lakshman like bro what did they have against characters having more emotional moments and interacting with each other??? Nitpicky but they cut out Hanuman smiling after the animals run down the hill and startle the other vanars. They also don't show the vanars going up the hill and fetching the herbs or applying them to Lakshman's wound he just wakes up???? Like nothing happened he just immediately stopped dying.

Hey at least Lakshman vs Indrajeet was mostly intact I would've killed them if they did anything drastic (like with Rama vs Ravan), but they did remove the banter and Indrajeet parrying arrows. Ok now the final fight, the big one. Shitty montage/song. Please I wanted to put cheese graters in my fucking ears and then pour hand sanitiser. They removed the Ravan head cutting bit (well more censored it) and like yeah that scene have me trauma as a kid but it is PART of the experience. Censored/trimmed Ravan getting sliced by the chakra. Also the chakra has no meaning now that they removed it from the intro. It came out of nowhere. It was set up perfectly and they botched it. Oh who am I kidding they botched the whole fucking movie.

Part 2: oh my fucking God the voices

Why the hell does Rama sound a soft boy uwu type who was shy in high school and is a nerd. Bryan you did not eat here. He over acted or under acted

Why is Lakshman's VA over doing his dialogue like he is putting wayyyy too much energy.

Sita's just sounds,,, like a mother of two kids but she delivered her lines mostly well I guess (her screams were impressive I will say it does seem like she's putting herself in the scene)

Hanuman was made way too fucking goofy. He was saying shitty ass puns bro and jokes (seriously, bad breath and spicy food jokes? Bajrangbali would never). Usually he's made too serious, never really too goofy. James Earl Jones was a shitty narrator I'm sorry. How did he go from Darth fucking Vader to this (I don't mean to disrespect a recent dead man but seriously).

Pretty much everyone over or under acted in areas.

Part 3: closing notes

It was painful, it deadass felt like Adipurush with the story changes made and story elements cut. What kind of crushed me was the lack of emotional moments. It really felt like nothing was achieved, everything kept moving fast, it felt like there was no character development. It just, sucked. How do you take such a great film and just do that. Furthermore, they basically stripped most of the Hindu elements in the film like the word Om isn't said much at all for starters. Anyway fellow Bhakts and chuckle fucks have fun with this shit. Watch it if you want but it is a massive shit show. Thank you for coming to my TEDtalk this review took more than a day to make and I avoided doing my 2000 word essay for this (funilly enough this is 2000 words itself).

[mintglacier]

Finally finished my first playthrough

Thoughts below

Spoilers ahoy

WOW what a great game like holy fuck. The amount of content and things to do is insane and it's all incredible?? I thoroughly enjoyed every second of it.

Now for the spoilery bits

I didn't go too in depth with a few companion quests and straight out skipped shadowheart's (as in I didn't even put her in my party OR camp) so I think that didn't help with my somewhat lackluster feelings on what happens in act 3. I didn't finish or do astarion's or gale's either, whatever tho

I feel like Orin and gortash were way too easy?? To fight. Like I dunno it wasn't so difficult and I thought it was such a meh fight so when I defeated them there wasn't much feeling of accomplishment.

I HATED that the choice I went with to turn karlach into a mindflayer is basically her good ending, and I get why they made that decision but it just SUCKS there wasn't any other way to save her unless we wanted her to go back to avernus.

I loved freeing Orpheus for laezel's quest but I feel like there could have been a bit more to it when she leaves with him to free her people? I would have loved more intimate dialogue with her or have the option to hug her or her say something to you because she looks so sad as she gets on her dragon ;w;

Wyll's resolution I loved. Literally no complaints to his story or how it ends. He got his closure and reconciled with his father and now will work to rebuild baldurs gate!

And look I love halsin to death but he is such a flat character. I enjoy having him with me but he really doesn't have much to him.

Oh I don't like how u don't really see what happens to ur allies after the fight or what people have to say? When you save the world. It seems like an oversight imo cuz I'd have loved to talk to those u recruit in helping u with the final boss. And I only say it's an oversight because of how meticulous the rest of the game is.

I dunno. Act 3 just didn't hit like act 1 or 2? It feels lackluster. Again, I didn't do EVERYTHING there was to do which ofc is impossible on a first playthrough but somehow...it just didn't feel climactic or rewarding for all the effort you put into killing the netherbrain.

Act 2 by far was the best part, and ketheric thorm was beyond a much more challenging fight with 2 phases to him.

Raphael's fight was good. Challenging but really good and worth the headache.

I think my biggest disappointment is certainly karlach's character tho. It's real sad how dirty they did her and I see why so many people don't like it. Next time I won't turn her into a mindflayer or free Orpheus so we'll see what happens.

Speaking of disappointments tho, the whole thing with the emperor was so BLUH. maybe I just didn't explore enough or learn more about him but the way he immediately goes against you when you free orpheus is so stupid. And orpheus didn't even stop blocking out the absolute's influence when you freed him so the emperor was full of shit. I know it's something about dnd lore where mindflayers are simply evil so it makes sense but gosh damn it why lol

Overall however the game is fan fucking tastic. I'm gonna try and recruit everyone on the next playthrough and take my time in certain areas, especially in act 3 and ofc make different choices.

[emicat1159]

We'll see 😭 I'm still working through the second half of the story tbh, I don't plan on having her die or anything though

Romeo's full of regrets and sorrow, it'll take him a lot of effort to forgive himself hah. But during the events of the game.. I dunno.. he was afraid to be left behind by his friends, which made him act out, and he was stuck in a self destructive cycle where he knew he was doing the wrong things but he refused to acknowledge it to the point he spiralled further and further out of control. Until ofc Jesse came along and snapped him out of it. That's how I always saw it anyways XD

I like your art. Will you tell me about your AU or tag me in some of the posts where you explained it? (Romeo is also my favorite. Insecure little beast)

Thank you :)

I've said it before but I'd die for romeo, that man is so pathetic I love him XD

But yea, my au. Romeo, Fred, and Xara are not the only admins in the world. There was one more, her name was Elizabeth. But she was different from the other three as she was created when they combined some of their powers into one being, she was basically their daughter.

Strangely enough, however, she seemed to be just a normal child. No powers, nothing. But they still loved her, and they were all happy.

Of course, that happy life ended when Romeo lost his mind, killed Fred, and bedrocked over the sky. That day was the last time either of the two remaining admins saw her. (When Fred died, xara grabbed Liz and escaped to Fred's Keep to leave her there, telling the people there to hide her from Romeo at all costs.)

However at some point, Elizabeth went missing completely, spending years on her own surviving the Underneath.

Until the present day of my au, after Romeo's powers were taken away. Jesse decides to join him when he leaves to the Underneath to redeem himself, help the people left down there. (she wanted to see xara again too lol) and some other characters go along too- I'm thinking Jack and Nurm, Lukas (maybe to write about the world beneath the bedrock, who knows) Petra might show up at some point.

Because, after the group reunite with Xara, they learn of strange happenings going on in their worlds, things disappearing, pieces of the world dying off, people vanishing.

And that leads to the question: what happens to the world when the powers that created it are taken away? That's right, it starts falling apart.

That is when Romeo and Xara tell the others about Elizabeth because, being the only one of the admins left, she's the only one who can save them and their world.

Somehow, somewhere, they find her and the rest of the story is her trying to awaken her powers to stop the destruction of the world, I guess XD

I might post chapters of the story, fanfic style, but I think most of the time it'll just be random scenes I come up with throughout the timeline. Three sections, one for when Liz was a child, one for Jesse and the gang trying to find her, and the last would be after they find her and she's trying to awaken her admin powers. And ofc I'll answer any questions or art requests for the au :)

[sapphic-woes]

The one thing vikings has over tlk is women frfr😔

[summercreolefanfictioner]

headcanon: what happened during Kanato and Maya's wedding reception

A/N: Since posting the storyline about my OC, Maya Sakamaki, aka vampire doll, some of my friends have been asking me questions about what happened during the reception. You see, I posted a brief moment about it in one of the chapters of my fics in AO3, but I never elaborated.

But spoiler alert: sht gone wild haha. So yeah, here's my headcanons on what happened during the wedding. Please take note that Kino and the Mukami brothers weren't invited since it was a private ceremony. Carla and Shin were invited because they officiated at the wedding.

Here's how it goes:

Since it was a once-in-a-lifetime event for the brothers, Christa gifted them yet again another batch of those vampire juice drinks. And yes, Subaru wasn't able to escape this one. Like Ayato and Shin forced him to drink much to his dismay. What's worse? Shin brought a wine that First Bloods like to drink a lot and the stuff's waaaaay hard. Even took the initiative to mix them with the vampire juice much to Subaru's warning.

Yui didn't get drunk ofc. No matter how hard the drink is, our precious Yui never gets drunk. Maya, on the other hand, took only one sip and made a bitter face bcos she immediately detected a faint scent of alcohol

So all the bros were drunk. Even Carla and Shin!

Carla is this type of drunk who gets sentimental but unlike Reiji who cries a lot, he's the quiet sentimental. He even freaking sounds like the old man he is.

"The youth is such a lovely thing," he would say as he sips his drinks. And yes, they've lived longer than the brothers but they still get drunk. Dunno why.

Shin is an annoying drunk like he literally laughs at anything. He's not like Shuu though cause Shuu still has evil shenanigans. Shin just... laughs waaaaay hard at anything. Like every little thing he hears them say is a joke.

Ayato and Subaru are prob picking fights at each other cause drunk Subaru has turned into a more violent Reiji version and Ayato kept on talking abt violent ninjas attacking Kanato's wedding.

Ayato would also annoy the sht out of Subaru for constantly dedicating a song to Kanato and Maya so Subaru had to grab the guitar and threaten to hit the redhead with it. Shuu laughs at this and urges Subaru to just hit Ayato in the head.

Reiji ofc is a crying mess. He would be crying tears of joy bcos Kanato has all grown up. "I remember brushing his teeth when he was young cause he has a mouth full of cavities, but now he has all grown and married the love of his life."

I swore drunk Laito cried at his speech and said, "CAN YOU BE OUR MOM?!" But wait he already is

On the other hand Shuu made fun of his speech and said, "Are you sure he has grown?" And they were all laughing at his joke. Well he has grown but not in height

Kanato avoids crowds so he would prob be sitting with Maya on the staircase. Maya thinks he's just silent, drinking himself to his heart's content cause he still hugs Teddy while watching his brothers bicker. What she didn't know is that Kanato is a horny drunk.

Like one moment he was just talking to her about their wedding and the next thing he was already sniffing her. "Hmm... You used the perfume I gave you. That's great. You smell like marshmallows. Can I have a bite?"

Well, a flirting Kanato wasn't new to Maya, but he was being waaaaaay flirtier than usual, giving her those sweet, seductive smiles. He didn't even frown when she refused him or threw a tantrum. He's just like "Mmmmkay" and then he starts to show a trick up his sleeve by sneakily hugging her or dragging his finger on her exposed skin.

Ayato even has this one semi-blurred picture of Kanato leaning his forehead on Maya's, a pout on his lips as Maya tries to cover her blushing face. The story behind this is that Kanato kept on asking Maya aloud, "We're supposed to have sex, right? Let's do it now." Oh dear...

Carla would be so drunk he just fell asleep and the next thing Ayato and Shin taped him on the wall. Like TAPE. And he'll be sleeping there without even budging.

Because Ayato was feeling jealous of Kanato and Maya, he decided to flirt with Yui and do some French kissing. But the thing is, he's French kissing a vase while Yui was seated on the couch, observing him with shock.

"Ayato-kun, that is not me!"

"Shut up, chichinashi! You have no right to refuse me!"

Ofc drunk Laito removes him from the vase and lectures him. "Ayato-kun! Stop kissing the vase! You're betraying Bitch-chan and it will make her sad!"

But Ayato thought he was some evil ninja so he punched him and claimed victory.

Shuu and Shin kept laughing at all of them, even teasing the newlyweds about how to get the fire going in the bed. And since Maya was so embarrassed about the whole thing, Kanato smirked and decided to take the matter in his own hands by carrying Maya bridal style and taking her to their shared bedroom.

Shuu and Shin cheered on the newlywed couple while Reiji only cried further at the sight of them

That was all they remembered until the next morning, Kanato woke up and he was horrified at the countless hickeys on his whole body. Like from his neck down to his legs, there are freaking hickeys and he has to go to school!

On the other hand, Reiji was terrified, throwing his hands in the air when he saw their tall, spooky manor gate destroyed into pieces. What's weird is that Subaru is passed out in a bush, the lower half of his body sticking out from it.

Ayato and Laito were found a few minutes later on the balcony huddled up together. However, Yui was still figuring out how they both got bruises and bumps on their faces. What's more, there was a big tooth in Ayato's hand that resembles a fang.

Carla was still taped on the wall, sleeping soundly like nothing happened while Shin was buck naked sleeping on the floor near him.

And yes, it took them a while to locate Shuu until they found him sleeping in the bathtub filled with water. Like they even thought he freakin' drowned but he was still alive tsk bastard

So yeah here's what happened to them the previous night:

And in case you're wondering...

In a nutshell, Reiji cried at their own chaos.

[sometipsygnostalgic]

I think that the She Ra cast would react to marriage the way they reacted to prom: Prom is important to the normies like Glimmer and Perfuma because they grew up hearing about it being a big deal and so they have emotional attachment to the concept. Same with marriage. Meanwhile, the Horde kids have no idealised concept of vowing to be together forever while everyone you know is attending etc. So Adora and Catra likely have no tearful proposals coming up

Though Scorpia being a princess already knew and had it romanticised in her head. Entrapta knows ofc but I doubt she has big feels about it.

I dunno, I feel like... okay... perhaps it's because She-ra is such a queer story wherein the characters are denied good things like love and relationships, they would go hard on anything like marriage. Especially in a world like Etheria which is a lot more focused on love rather than law, which sours the purpose of marriage.

(By contrast, Adventure Time is a world where marriage is more normative and the core relationships are therefore non-confirmist, with the characters not being married and not even wanting to be.) 

Adora and Catra for example, to get married is for there to be a day all for Adora to be in the spotlight and to get love and celebration and I think it's something she'd really appreciate, and Catra would feel similarly, having formal ties to each other. Adora would feel really nervous at first, but get so into it!!! And Catra would be tsundere but cool down when she sees Adora being happy.

Like, c'mon, as soon as they find out what marriage is, they're proposing to each other, on accounts of how serious they are. They'd look up to Spinerella and Netossa as role models.

Similar story for Scorpia and Perfuma. Like. Obviously Perfuma would be a marriage SAP while Scorpia just WANTS to have a special relationship full of love and cuddles. Scorpia would 10/10 be into weddings, you cannot convince me otherwise.

Entrapdak, I've seen various versions. I read a fic once where they didn't feel like going out and therefore bailed on their own wedding reception. It felt very on point. On the other hand, like I said, I think Entrapta would be really into weddings. She and Hordak would be nervous about the spotlight!!! But it'd be adorable. Especially in that mass wedding image, lmao!!! But I think these two wouldn't see much significance in a marriage label, at least, not to the extent that Catradora would. Hell, I'm not even sure how long it'd take them to figure out they're dating! But they've already done one half of the Etherian marriage trade with the LUVD crystal. Hordak should make her a matching one. Or a new mask. Though I love her second mask.

[autumnalsteahouse]

hello hello hello ! this is my first bnharem collab and I am so happy that I was able to join this month. the absolute BIGGEST shout out to @kingkatsuki for snatching me my baby + helping me brainstorm,,, throughout the whole process. +++ thank you thank you thank you to my dear @iznku for beta reading it for me and hyping me up about it whenever I posted lil comments about the fic !! (you guys are the bestest) ALSO ! PLEASE for your benefit, look at the collab’s masterlist !! It’s full of mouth-watering content. NOW WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, I’m super excited for you guys to read this bad boy! Enjoy ~ !!

the myth: pygmalion and galatea ; pygmalion was a sculpture who wanted nothing to do with women… until he sculpted the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.

pairings: sero as pygmalion & chubby/thicker + fem! reader as galatea

genre: “romantic” smut <3

word count: 2.5k

warnings: naughty naughty thoughts, corruption kink, masturbation, insinuating of marking up the body (in a sexc way ofc), primal urges ?

a/n: ancient Greek man like big soft ladies because what is not to like about chubbi plush women,,, more meat to suck and bite on *chomp chomp* — though, I will say that I don’t go into too much bodily descriptions; I want this to be as inclusive as possible, but I did definitely emphasize the softness in her body. please imagine however you want- whatever suits your fancy! <3

ps. here’s a lil translator for you guys! there’s not that much Greek in there but !! the phrases are important (to me). Bella suggested that I try to weave it in through the story but,, I dunno it felt too chunky for me so here’s your reference !

“o afrodíti kai óla aftá gia ta opoía axízei na zeis” - ( oh aphrodite and all that is worth living for)

agápi mou - my love

From everything Aphrodite told you about, the thing that you hadn’t expected to notice was how much you’d grow to appreciate the warmth of the sun on your newly accustomed skin.

Laying spread out in the grassy meadow next to Hanta’s villa, eyes closed with nothing but a soft white linen tunic, you were soaking up the heat, letting it seep into your bones. It reminded you of the comforting warmth that Sero’s hands gave off when he would place his palms on your lower back as you walked, or when he would cup your jaw with both sizable hands right before he’d place a loving peck on your lips.

You found nothing so far that could make your heart race more.

Day in and day out, with each breath of fresh air, you were slowly starting to get a grasp of this new way of existing. It’s one thing to hear about what to expect from a goddess who watches and helps people day in and day out -- experiencing it all felt so surreal.

It was like waking up from a long, satisfying sleep; you blinked in attempts to process the new bodily functions as you filled your lungs with a hefty breath of air, exhaling evenly- hyper aware of everything you were feeling.

The sensations were something indescribable, but best fitted by saying you felt lighter than the stone you’d once been, much more real.

Slowly and stiffly, you slightly began to move everything you grew aware of having; firstly your head, arms, and legs- the rest of your body you slowly began to explore.

The thought that you were able to move all these parts by yourself sat at the forefront of your mind; how incredible!

Bringing your hands up to your face for closer inspection, after a few wiggles and bends, your gaze trailed down your body, no longer made of stone, delicate skin seemingly held its own place- so soft and supple.

An awestruck emotion lifted your chest, soon overcome with the oddest feeling as you watched little bumps raise on your skin before disappearing completely.

What was that?

The loud clatter of art supplies hitting the floor made you jump, startling you into losing your balance from your pedestal.

Sero shot out to catch you without much thought- not looking where he was going; he was but a foot away when he tripped over his own creative tools.

The both of you ended up on the floor, moaning out in pain.

An unexpected chuckle escaped his lips before he rolled over to face the ceiling, “o afrodíti kai óla aftá gia ta opoía axízei na zeis-”

He glanced at you, the weight of the situation beginning to sink in.

Slowly getting up and making his way over to you, cautious not to cause a fright, he asked in a soft voice, “A-are you okay? You hit the floor pretty hard- I think we should go see the healer…”

Hanta watched as you tried to pull yourself up and nearly winced himself when pain caused a sourly scrunch on your facial features; a whimper was all that could be heard followed by short pants escaping your lips in response.

Kneeling down a bit too quickly, he reached a hand out to you, “Shh shh, it’s okay, don’t worry- we’ll get you to the healer- thankfully he’s not that far,”

To his surprise, you cower away from his reach.

“I…” he trailed off, a thin sheet of panic shadowing his face, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you…I just… Could I please help you get up? I think you hurt yourself.”

After a moment of judgment on your part, you took a deep breath and prepared to once more feel the sharp sting you felt moments ago.

As soon as he recognized the effort of you attempting to get on your feet, Hanta was instinctively by your side, hoisting you up with surprising ease.

Safely held by sturdy arms, you found it very difficult to draw your gaze away from his chiseled profile. This was so different from what you’re used to seeing of him.

Aphrodite had whispered sweet details about the sculptor, the others you had learned while watching him chip away at the other slabs of granite in his studio.

She had said that he wasn’t very rich, but he also wasn’t very poor- he got by doing what he was good at.

He always paid his respects to the gods, but never asked for anything in turn- not even for the slightest bit of help. He was merely living without actually… “living,” as she phrased it, her tone muddled by confusion.

She said that he cared very little for romantic love; he had never been exposed to the feeling - that is, until he was done sculpting you.

“Though the gods are in their own world,” she began, “it gets exhausting up there. I quite like to come down here and meddle around in the human realm.” She paused to take a deep sigh. “When I saw him all alone, cooped up in this house… I couldn't help but feel pity towards him. I wanted him to have something to love- I think.”

She continued, “It was hard to watch him have such a bright smile that wasn’t full of any light.”

Ever since then, it was hard to look away from him- you wanted to view every expression on his face.

After the visit with the healer, Sero was never too far from you.

Relaying the message, Hanta explained that being in the sun and thanking the solar healer god, Apollo, would appease him enough to help you get stronger. The healer also gave a spread as an offering and advised you to visit his shrine, which would for sure get you in Apollo’s good graces.

The next day, Sero packed up the mule and situated everything; then, against his better judgment, lifted you onto the saddle, him following in suit afterwards.

It was a pretty easy trip; Hanta said he had a good feeling when he left the temple.

What he wouldn’t admit was how nervous he was bringing you along for the journey. To him, it felt like walking into a hungry lion’s den with a slab of fresh goat meat- you were too perfect not to want. He’d just gotten you, the absolute love of his life, and he couldn’t afford to lose you.

But seeing as you two had no issues going to and coming from the temple, he was put to ease.

Once the two of you arrived back at his villa, Hanta had his mind set on having you spend most of your time in the garden.

Not wanting to be a bother, you attempted to protest; “but your studio is inside and I want to be with you,” to which he responded, “I’ll simply move everything outside in the shade.”

“Hanta…”

“Please… allow me to be there for you, with you.”

The tone of his voice left you feeling weak, there was a softness about it that made your heart ache.

“Okay,” you agreed in a soft whisper.

A week of basking in the hot summer sun - and with very little aches and pains- later, you began to realize what it meant to live and adjust to life itself- little by little; and what it means to be human… alongside another human.

Sometimes it was as easy as breathing; most lazy days were spent lounging about and watching as Sero sat, slightly nibbling his bottom lip in concentration as he sketched out his next big project. Other days, you two would go on adventures through the dry terrains of Greece, frolicking through grassy olive tree meadows and cliff jumping into crystal clear oceans.

Sometimes it was hard; understandably, you had just come to life, you hadn't known the hardships of living as Hanta had- but that didn’t mean you needed to be babied. As much as you’d grown to love being with him, there are times where you needed to be by yourself; things that you could do by yourself…

Sometimes it was tempting; as the weeks passed by, you started to feel certain urges; ones that were foreign- ones that you couldn’t explain.

It was like the logical part of your brain had shut off; there were specific, mundane things that wouldn’t normally stick out to a normal person, but when it came to Sero, these insignificant details became the center of your attention; getting lost in your thoughts would cause heat to build up, but it was significantly different from how the sun warmed your skin.

His hands were so big; why was it so alluring to stare at his long fingers and veiny forearms?

The way his muscles would flex and relax whenever he stretched after being in the same position for too long ignited erotic scenes to play in your mind, scenes that correlated with the many arousing details Aphrodite had dreamily described to you.

One of your personal favorite times of the day is when Hanta would strip down for a bath… there was something so sensual about it, yet all he was doing was washing away the sweat and grime from being outside all day. He had no shame and would strip wherever he felt like- he was a bit cheeky like that, but you didn’t think there was ever an insinuation of anything. It was his body and his villa; he could do as he pleased. That didn’t mean to say it would go unnoticed, though.

You roll onto your stomach and face the shaded spot under the tree, the area where he has his current setup.

The Sero you’re met with was a tired one; eyebags on display as he wiped his brow, exhaling with a deep sigh. Hanta’s gaze trailed over to you before his eyes widened and a lazy grin grew on his lips.

You smiled sweetly in return.

Pushing yourself up and dusting off your tunic of any dried grass and dirt, you swayed over behind your exhausted lover and leaned into the back of his head and spine, massaging the tips of your fingers into his scalp.

The slab of stone in front of him was a thick grey, bulky hands looking as though they were reaching for something.

“My love?” You lean over his shoulder to observe his half-lidded gaze. Hanta looked beat; he had been working on this statue for about three weeks now- it seemed to be reaching the final stretch, but you could tell he was hitting a wall.

“I think… I think I’m going to go bathe and take a nap before dinner,” he sighed, slouching his lanky frame over before stretching his back and standing up from his chair.

“Do you want me to join you?” You tilted your head, only adding to the innocence you held in his mind’s eye.

He felt so terrible… but he couldn’t help it.

He was sitting at his shaded chair-- the day was scorching, and yet, there you were, laying on the grass and receiving the sun’s kisses like some sort of forest nymph- an irresistible one at that. Back slightly arched, light from the sun leaving no detail hidden under the cloth- he knew what you looked like, he sculpted you! But that wasn’t saying much, you’re practically glowing in front of him- tempting him to squeeze those thick thighs.

Not to say you were distracting him, but it was much easier to stare at your soft figure than the hard stone he was starting to relate to.

You were just… so breathtaking: easily not good for business, especially with this abstinent route he was choosing to take. There was no rush, he had his whole life with you - his gift from the gods - he didn’t want to scare you.

“No, agápi mou, it’s okay. Don’t let me take you away from the sun, Helios is shining especially for you.” He made an attempt to play it off, trying not to look down at himself to prevent your gaze from following his. Looking down would only bring a conversation he was not ready to have, mentally and emotionally.

“O-okay. Just call if you need anything.”

He could see the concern etched onto your face, but what was he to do besides hurriedly remove himself from the “situation” and let a load off- quite literally.

Waiting until your back fully hit the grass, Hanta wasted no time in rushing to the bath afterward, shedding his clothing in the process - cupping his aching cock in his empty hand.

Many thoughts were flying through his head but the recurring theme was just making you feel good- making you moan his name so loud that all the gods would blush at the sound.

Behind his eyelids, the picture that was painted was one of you straddling his lap, with his toned arm wrapped around the softness of your waist while you grind your hot cunt against his bare throbbing cock; cluelessly doing what feels best for you until he guides himself inside you -- watching your eyes roll back as your mouth fall prettily parts, back arching even more, putting your pretty chest on display. He’d waste no time in enveloping one of your perk nipples between his lips, making sure to slightly graze the sensitive area with his teeth.

The idea caused a twitch in his palm, almost insisting himself to start stroking.

You’d taste so good.

He held no mercy, his grip hot and tight as he pushed his cock through his fist, emitting a low groan.

Such a pretty sight; he’d be gripping your fat so hard that there were bound to be pretty dark marks as he rocks you back and forth on his lap, your heat consuming him and driving him crazy.

“Fuck…” a breathy moan escaped his lips as more precum drooled out.

While his pleasure was all he could feel, his thoughts were hazy with the mere thought of ravishing you. He would be the one to show you how good you could feel, giving you all the best experiences. He’d make you cum for the first time.

The thought alone triggered something very primal within him, something he didn’t know he had within himself.

Would you gush for him? From his long fingers alone? How would that play out? He’d of course have to coax it out of you, saying something along the lines of “c’mon pretty girl, it’s okay to let go. You can do it, agápi mou.” You’d probably moan out his name; gods, he loved when you said his name. He always tried not to let it show, but whenever you did say his name- it sounded so heavenly coming from your mouth. He could just hear it forever.

His strokes became sloppier as he thought about your body shaking above him, those beautiful eyes wide with shock at the prospect that there was such a strong wave of pleasure coming with your messy release...

The same eyes were now staring him down just as he reached his peak, your body stilled in the doorway, gaze glued to the thick white substance spurting out of your lover's cock.