#i know i should rationally i know it'd help me

[mishkakagehishka]

I said i'd do it but i haven't but i'm thinking ab the therapy form again

[bloodlust-1]

˗ˏˋRelieve Meˎˊ˗ part 1

Halsin x fem Tav — Explicit 18+

Summary: Halsin is looking a bit tense, Tav offers to massage his muscles and relieve his tension in the best way she can. He wants to return the offer to help relieve her as well.

"I never felt my heart stir like this before you, I haven't loved in so long, and yet there it was...and I was in it.”

-> Part 2 <-

TW: none for part1

Note: needed some big-boy energy. This will be an explicit two-parter so ;p enjoy.

It was one hell of a day, everyone nearly dragged themselves into their tents for a well-deserved rest. Recently their travels have been getting harder and harder as they inch close to Buldars Gate. But no matter, the party seemed to try to keep their cool with Halsin’s and Shadowheart’s healing. Sometimes it was just too much though.

Tav sat by the fire with Karlach, who was rubbing her neck, “All that healing couldn’t get the crook out of this fucking neck. I’ve taken weaker hits that hurt less than this.”

“I agree, we’re all walking zombies at this point. Maybe we should take a break tomorrow. We all look like shit.” Tav laid her back on the floor and stretched her limbs out. Just as she sat back up her glance catches Halsin. He was walking by to pick up some food rations, an apple, and placed it in his mouth before walking away.

“Gods what I would do to that man…He makes me look small.” Karlach let out a small sigh of passion. She then looked at Tav who was lost in thought, “Hey, Soldier! Are you admiring our Druid, hm?” She nudged Tav’s shoulder with a smirk.

“He just looks…tense is all.” She rubbed her shoulder that Karlach nudged and hid her smile a little.

“Cmon you’re totally into him! Have you not laid in bed with him yet? I thought you guys were close..maybe even a little too close. Buuut— if it doesn’t work out for you let me know. I’d love to have a go with him.” Karlach giggled and nodded, “I’m serious, go talk to him.”

“And say what? What if he’s tired and doesn’t want visitors. He didn’t even say a word to us.” Tav was visible flushed. A nervous wreck even.

“Shit I don’t know! Make something up. You did say he looked tense. Touch some of those muscles in the name of help. You’re catching my drift?” She winked and pointed at his tent, “hurry before he falls asleep.”

“Karlach you’re a fucking genius. I’ll be back.”

“Or not.” Karlach chimed and sat up, “I’m heading to bed, don’t enjoy yourself too much, soldier.” Karlach reached out her hand for Tav’s and pulled her up to her feet. “Good luck.” Karlach ruffled up Tav’s hair before heading to her tent.

Tav palmed down her fly-aways before holding her head high. Karlach was right, they were close but they never took it to the next level. Why? She wasn't quite sure why, all she knew was that it was time to have courage. She wiped her sweaty palms on her shirt and made her way to his tent.

"Halsin, you there?" Tav pulled the draped curtains to the side. She saw him placing ointment on a couple scratches on his arms.

His eye darted up and he gave a surprised look, "Oh, Tav..I'm sorry, I would've cleaned up a bit. I wasn't expecting company. Please come in." His tent was littered with books, potions, and random old letters from the grove.

"Do not worry about that but—“ She welcomed herself in and kneeled down next to him. "Let me help you with this." She grabbed the small jar of ointment and started to smear any cuts she could find on his arms.

"You're too kind. I would not have bothered you with something small like this. I appreciate it all the same, thank you." He sat still and did not even budge to the pain at first,

Tav nodded her head. This was no trouble at all, after all, she really did care for his well-being. "If you don't mind, it'd be easier to get all these cuts without this shirt." She tugged on the hem of his shirt.

"Of course, little one." He grabbed the edge of his shirt and lifted his arms up. His muscles were immaculate as always, the sweet scent of eucalyptus wafted off him, and she could see all the untouched cuts. Some were deep, small, and even healed. Bruises of all kinds of healing stages were scattered on his skin.

"Halsin! You know these could get infected right? If you needed help it wouldn't be a problem!" Her face was angered. Her eyebrows furrowed, and the sight was nothing short of hurt.

"I'll manage." he patted her head and smiled softly at her. As if he wasn't in any kind of pain.

Tav shook her head, she was visibly angry, "You're so stubborn, allow me." She reached out her hand and placed it over his cheek, "I want to help you."

"You've helped me enough. I'll forever be in your debt if you keep going like this." Halsin stared with loving eyes. His gaze was soft and warm, and a gentle smile crept on his lips. His eyes sparkled with the joy of being in her presence, and he looked at her with admiration and affection.

"Then you'll just have to make it up to me one day." Tav pulled away her hand, "Now, let's see this back." She adjusted herself to face his back. Tav continued to aid his cuts, and from time to time he winced to the pain. "You know Halsin. Back at home, I dabbled in some medicinal skills."

"Oh really? This is news to my ears, tell me more, dear." Halsin perked up. He loved educating and learning new knowledge to add to his collection of skills. This definitely peaked his interest because Halsin never knew Tav had medicine skills since she was a fighter.

"Well— my people believed that healing was more than just potions. It's important to take care of your muscles and physique." She rubbed her hands together to create friction. She placed the warmth of her palms against his back. Tav began to lightly press pressure into his skin with long slow strokes. "This'll help reduce tension, improve circulation, and relieve any pain. I can definitely feel how tense your muscles are."

Halsin let out small little groans of relief as Tav's fingers glided up and down his spine. She started to apply a little more pressure and could feel his muscles start to loosen up. Halsin was truly all muscle, she's never touched a man with so much density, not for medical reasons and definitely not intimately. For as much as Tav was in awe, she genuinely tried her best to relax him. He deserved it after all. He did not need to leave his home in the name of aiding Tav. She was grateful for Halsin as much as he was grateful for her.

Her hands glided up and rubbed the muscles of his neck. Halsin could feel her breathing against his neck, it felt like hot little prickles that hit the skin. Halsin shivered in response. Tav noticed the goosebumps along his neck, "Does that feel good?" She whispered innocently in the back of his ear. The heat of her breath tickling his skin.

Halsin leaned his head outward to expose more skin, "Mmm, it puts a healing spell to shame." He complimented Tav. But under his relaxed facade, Halsin was melted with every touch from her warm hands. He was trying to find restraint in himself as an Arch-druid after all. He tried to close his eyes in an attempt to calm down his racing heart, but it only made it worse. He felt like he could feel and smell the presence of Tav. Lewd thoughts crumbled his mind and it made his skin crawl more. As a druid, all his senses were heightened, and the feeling for more clouded his judgment.

Tav noticed the small groans, his skin layered with goosebumps, and felt like his shoulders tensed up once again. She went back to work to massage him some more until she pulled away, and decided to sit in front of him instead. "Let me see your hand?" She said softly as she reached out for one of his hands and rubbed them lovingly.

His hand was way bigger than hers. She thought it was cute how mighty he was, yet how gentle his personality was. Tav thought Halsin was probably touched by the gods themselves with the way he looked. He was truly a masterpiece, a muse. As she rubbed his hands Halsin suddenly intertwined his fingers with hers, stopping Tav from massaging him. Tav's cheeks lit up crimson, and she darted her wide eyes at his gaze. He was holding her hand, one that engulfed her own but she felt so protected by it.

Halsin looked at the woman with an intense gaze, his hazel eyes softened. He was captivated by her beauty, taking in every detail of her face and scars. His heart was pounding in his chest as he thought of all the amazing moments they had shared together. He had such strong feelings of love for her, and he knew deep down that she was the one for him. He was filled with a sense of contentment and joy just being in her presence, and he looked forward to what the future held for them. "I never felt my heart stir like this before you, I haven't loved in so long, and yet there it was...and I was in it. I hope you feel the same, I fear the most these days." He grabbed both her hands and placed a tender kiss on them. "I want to repay your kindness, only if you'll allow me, of course."

Tav eagerly agreed to Halsin's offer, she too felt a connection and a strong mutual attraction. She was a woman who would never take Halsin's love for granted, "I feel the same, Halsin...I'd be happy too."

He smiled and placed a single kiss on her lips. It was tender and gentle, sadly it lasted only a moment before he pulled away, "Meet me at my tent tomorrow night and I will grant you a night of pleasure. One that you'll remember for all your long nights. I want to make you feel good too, my heart."

[imagine-darksiders]

Tired dad Ulthane and his adventures with the Human Distribution System makes me smile so hard

Whoever was on the Darksiders dev team missed a great opportunity to record ambient voice lines between the humans and Ulthane that play whenever you go to the tree.

Some examples off the top of my head.

"Hey. It's... Ulthane, right? I-I'm Mary."

"Pleasure to make yer acquaintance, Lass."

"Ha... Likewise. Um... Listen, I don't think I ever thanked you... for bringing me to this place. And for, you know, saving my life."

[Suddenly bashful] "Ah, no need to thank me. Just... [clears throat] glad I got to you in time..."

"Yeah... Yeah, me too."

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"Get out of the way, Ulthane."

"Can't do that, younglin'."

"Bullshit. You can't stop me. I have to go, I can't just sit in this tree while he might still be out there somewhere!"

"If I let you leave this tree, you'll die."

"You don't know that!"

"... And what if he turns up while you're gone? Hm? You think he'd want to find you missin'?"

"Don't do that. Don't use him to make me stay. You don't know what he'd want."

"Would he want you riskin' your life tryin' to find him? Or would he want you to be safe?"

".... I... I.... Oh, Sam."

------

"Hey, how did you get on with that list I gave you?"

"Got most of the stuff on it. The pictures were a nice touch, by the way. Made findin' things a wee bit easier."

"Oh! Well... Happy to help.... So. Um..."

[knowing chuckle] "The supplies are with the other rations, up in the hollow."

"Thanks, Ulthane. You're the best."

"Ach, I don't know 'bout that."

"Literally. The. Best."

------

"Hey you! Giant."

"Tiny."

"Oh, very funny. Say, how come you're not out there searching for more survivors?"

"Just got back. Elanya's goin' out in a bit. Someone's gotta stay behind and protect the tree."

"Some of us can stay and watch it! You should be out there looking for people!"

".... We're doin' everything we can, lad."

"I know!... I.... [muffled sob] I know... I just... I miss her."

"... If she's alive out there, we'll find her."

"Yeah.... sure."

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"Hey, big guy? You know there's a demon hanging around right outside the door."

"Aye, I'm keepin' an eye on him. But... if you see him causin' any trouble, you come tell me, got it?"

"Heh. Sure."

-----

"Oi, what's that you've got there?"

"Oh! Um... It's... just a radio... I've been tinkering with it... trying to get it to work. Maybe see if there's anyone else out there... Look. I-I know it's silly, but-"

"No, no, it's not, it's... [deep sigh] Listen, if you... need any help with it, makers are pretty handy. Just have to ask, okay?"

"Oh... Okay. Thanks, Ulthane."

-------

"Still no luck with that... wassit called? A radio?"

"Hmm? Oh... Hi Ulthane. No, no luck yet but... that might just be because they're only able to broadcast on a certain frequency for, like, a few minutes at a time right? Saving power or... something? I-I just need to keep searching."

"Well... All right... But don't stay up too late listen' to it again. You look like you didn't catch a wink o' sleep last night."

"Okay, Dad."

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"Say, what happened to your radio?"

"... I tossed it."

"Now why'd you do that?"

"I dunno. Figured it'd be more useful to strip it for spare parts.... I wasn't gonna hear anything on there anyway."

"...Y'know, just 'cause you didn't hear anythin', don't mean nobody's out there."

"..... Hey... Ulthane? Do you think we're gonna be okay?"

"Course you're gonna be okay. You've got me at the helm, don't ya? Old Ulthane's got a plan to set you humans back on track... Just have to trust me, eh?"

"We do trust you. And... thanks. I feel better."

"S'what I'm here for."

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[If you find 10 survivors]

"Getting a bit busy in here now, isn't it? A lot of new faces."

"Busy? Hmm. If you need me to carve out another chamber for extra space, I can-"

"-No! Ulthane, that's not... It's okay. I wasn't complaining. Busy is good. I prefer busy."

"... Aye, I'm with you there."

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[If you find all the survivors]

"I can't believe there's so many of us now! I didn't think this many people would have survived!"

"Mmhm, the Horseman's been busy. S'nice to have a lot of wee ones knockin' about the tree."

"You make us sound like a bunch of children."

[Gentle laugh] "If you knew how old I was, Lad, you'd feel like a bunch of children."

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM GHOSTBUSTERS (1984) *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary. who ya gonna call?

i want you to concentrate.

you can't see these, can you?

i'm getting a little tired of this!

what are you trying to prove here, anyway?

will you excuse me for a second?

we're close on this one. i can feel it.

you are a legitimate phenomenon.

this is big, [name], this is very big. there is definitely something here.

that would have worked if you hadn't stopped me.

i hope we can clear this up quickly and quietly.

back off, man. i'm a scientist.

listen! do you smell something?

this happened to you before?

could you come over here and talk to me for a second, please?

one of us should actually try to speak to it.

i'm gonna take back some of the things i've said about you.

the possibilities are limitless!

this is preposterous. i demand an explanation.

your methods are sloppy and your conclusions are highly questionable.

you don't know what it's like out there.

for whatever reasons... call it fate, call it luck, call it karma, i believe that everything happens for a reason.

where are we going to get the money?

i think this building should be condemned.

hey, does this pole still work?

wow, this place is great. when can we move in?

you gotta try this pole.

hey, we should stay here tonight! sleep here! you know, try it out!

you wanna come in for a mineral water or something?

are you troubled by strange noises in the night?

have you or any of your family ever seen a spook, specter, or ghost?

we're ready to believe you!

you can't park that here!

i bet you like to read a lot, too.

i collect spores, mold, and fungus.

i'd like to talk to someone, please.

what i'm about to say may sound a little unusual.

i'm sorry, i don't believe in any of those things.

if something's gonna happen here, i want it to happen to me first.

you don't act like a scientist.

i'm gonna go for broke. i am madly in love with you.

i bet you're going to be thinking about me after i'm gone.

hey, anybody seen a ghost?

did you ever report it to anyone?

i hope we can take care of this quietly.

well, no sense worrying about it now.

i think we'd better split up.

don't move. it won't hurt you.

i feel so funky.

there's something very important i forgot to tell you.

wait wait wait! i've always wanted to do this.

well, that wasn't such a chore now, was it?

we came! we saw! we kicked its ass!

you're a big celebrity now.

so who the hell was that?

i'm not at liberty to say.

i want to know more about what you do here.

that's a big twinkie.

do you have any excedrin or extra strength tylenol?

listen, maybe if we start dancing, other people will join in.

that's a different look for you, isn't it?

do you want this body?

i want you inside me.

you said before you were waiting for a sign. what sign are you waiting for?

i have a terrible feeling that something awful is going to happen to you.

i think that would be extraordinarily dangerous.

how about a little music?

you had your chance to cooperate, but you thought it'd be more fun to insult me. well, now it's my turn, wise ass.

i'm not interested in your opinion.

if he does that again, you can shoot him.

i am going to get you a nice fruit basket.

i was in no way prepared for that.

you wanna play rough?

are you a god?

let's show this prehistoric bitch how we do things downtown!

i couldn't help it. it just popped in there.

well, that's something you don't see every day.

sorry, [name]. i'm terrified beyond the capacity for rational thought.

i feel like the floor of a taxi cab.

[threepandas]

Bad End: Lost at Star Sea

It was sheer luck I even glanced down. Stopped, longed enough to doubled check, triple check, my next jump. I didn't really need too. Trusted my ship's computers, (quite literally) with my life. Kinda had too, after so long, out in the sea of stars. So the fact that I paused? Checked? Noticed that stuttering little signal at all?

Really, it could only be luck.

Good, bad, a miracle or disaster in the making? Couldn't tell ya.

But I DID notice. And I DID, immediately, hit the override for my cued up jumps to Starline. Because as every pilot worth even a fraction of their soul will tell you? You see an SOS beacon? You fucking ANSWER it.

Yes, pirates pull the "help I'm stuck" trick. And yeah, there are other unscrupulous folks out there. But! That's part of why the bounty hunter's guild and pirate hunter's come down so HARD on those fuckers. If you discourage people from HELPING stranded pilots? People fucking DIE out there.

Cold Void Of Space, remember?

Far as I'm concerned? Old ship rules apply, there are enough horrors, lurking out there. We do NOT need to add to them. All differences are to be kept planet side. THEN you can kill each other.

Thank the stars, I had decided to go the back lanes. Yeah, it added a few extra weeks to my trip, that I couldn't spend on that swanky beach at Starline, but? The "road trip" through the outer edge of the galaxy had been worth it. Plenty of cool sights and fun new foods. And NOW, clearly, the much needed chance to be in the right place at the right time.

Getting my ship in close, I tried to hail the softly free floating wreck. It looked smashed. Like it hit or was struck by something at speed. They had clearly managed to slow themselves, but beyond that? I couldnt see much stabilization. The whole ship sat dark. Not good.

My dash said there was nothing to hail TOO. Fuck. I tried difference frequencies. Maybe they had a hand-held? Earpiece? Something? But I couldn't connect to anything. Find, anything. Shit! Okay. Okay! Plan B. Try to get a registration while I connect us up. Pray to which ever Gods gaurds this one's soul, that they breathe a similar gas mix.

Loading... loading...

Oh, thank FUCK!

Compatible air AND drones, someone up or out there, really DOES want these guys to live! I force myself to be calm. Rushing won't help anybody, but WILL make a mess, after all. Bring up that frustrating drone request program I downloaded on a whim. Watch as, dispite the odds, lights flicker on across the hull of the ship.

Emergency protocols engage. They, obviously, get no counter order. And? Like the beautiful, life saving, little dumbasses they are? Immediately begin to zip and trundle into position to drag the wreckage in towards my ship. Gods bless the collective single IQ point of drones. Good babies. Such good babies!

With a heavy shudder and thunk, we connect.

Already, I am hovering by the latch. Emergency kit in hand. Breather on. The second it's confirmed, I twist the latch and...Oh gods. The air that surges up to greet me is so cold, it BURNS. I hadn't even though I was sweating, hadn't noticed it, until it felt like stabbing flash frozen crystals on my face. Shit! Oh gods, oh SHIT!

I scramble down, ladder burning cold even through my gloves. Red emergency lights and terrible silence greet me. I move quick. Emergencies & Stranding classes echoing in my head. Check the warmest part of the ship first, then work your way out. If they CAN move, they'll know to retreat there.

Registration said the ship had fifteen people. No idea how many survived the impact and cold, but hopefully? All of them. I may not have the room or rations for a comfortable trip. But it'd be warm. And I could get them to a port.

They should be in the central compartment, which is usually critical storage and medbay. Getting there, the door has clearly been forced to slide open by someone with claws and blood on their hands. It couldn't close properly, they bent it getting it open.

Looking down, there... oh gods. There is A LOT of blood on the floor.

Something... someONE? Dragged to storage. Blood trails thick on the floor. There must be a preserver; trying, maybe, to keep their friends from rotting? Might be shock? And they just... couldn't figure out where to put the bodies. I shake my head, tearing my horrified eyes away. Concentrate! Save the living. The dead are already gone. Be sick about it later.

It takes the crowbar I brought, now cold enough to worry me, to force the door to slide again. The room in side is barely warmer then the air outside. But? There, against the far wall? Is just about every clothe and piece of fabric in the ship. Two emergency blankets glinting from withing the chaotic pile.

The only other people in the room are clearly dead. Injuries. He must have tried to treat them but been unable too. Regardless of what happened, I rush forward. Unearthing an unconscious Aqualin from his self made fabric tomb. The colouration might mean he's from the deep water region. But without his eyes or mouth open I can't TELL.

I hope so, his chance of survival would go up tremendously. Dragging the limp, dangerously hypothermic, man onto my shoulders in a fireman's carry, I get us the hell out. His front is stained in blood. His hands coated. Everything that could go wrong? Seems too. But if I have any say, he is NOT dying here.

Dragging us into my now cold ship, I clumsily kick at the latch until I manage to flip it closed. Just for now. I'll have to go back down for those blankets and such, to help get him warm. But first? I get my rescue set up, warming up.

A further few, brutally cold, few trips to loot the ship of what I safely can before I can close that latch for good. Lock away the horrors to be found there. Stacking everything up and off to the side for him. I'm pretty sure I even found his wallet. So at least? He won't be destitute. Then, while the droids transferred the last of the wreck's fuel? I start to bring up the heat back to normal. Slowly.

Once all is said and down, I silence the emergency beacon and send in the mandatory report. Might be a while before a cleaning crew can get out here... but, well... at least those poor bastard's family's would have some closure. Life insurance. That sort if thing.

.....fuck today has been shit.

"Ooooh go on a vacaaaaation~" Everybody said. "You're so overworked!" They had said. "So STRESSED! You definitely won't find a ship full of corpses!" Thanks for that, guys! Having SUCH a great time. No, REALLY.

Detaching from the wreckage is almost... no, IS horrific in how easy it is. It just... float away. Silent, dark, and gentle. A cold bit of nothingness, lost in the void. Sinking into the stars with it's cargo full of dead, like... like nothing happened at all. It looks so small. Just a twisted bit of metal. Drifting... drifting... away....

Even with the heaters bringing the heat back up, I feel cold.

That could have been me.

What the hell happened? I tear my eyes away from the view screen. Back down to the dash board. Standard operating procedure is to grab the black box of a wreck, even if you find no survivors. Helps universal safety innovation and regulatory blah blah blah. Had to drill it into my head to even GET my license. So... so now... there it is. Grabbed.

I... COULD look.

Fiddling with my rescues wallet, I stare at it. It's hella illegal. Breach of privacy. You can't just... just go into someone's ship and poke around. Look up where they've been and who they've been talking too about what. All their data would be on that thing. Soothing MY anxiety is not more important then THEIR boundaries, right? I should leave it.

I flip the wallet open. My rescue's smiling face grins back up at me, like some sort of dork at a photo shoot. He's leaning against an advertisement for, ironically, Starline. Probably the same beach that convinced me to go. All relaxed confidence and swagger, he looks nothing like the half frozen man I dragged from that ship.

My rescue has lost weight. A concerning amount of color. But? Looking at the rich black of the eyes and the point of his teeth? He seem to be either mostly or full blooded Deep Sea Aqualin. Thank FUCK.

There was a celebrity Tropical Region Aqualin a while back that my baby cousin was weirdly obsessed with. Not stalking obsessed, but? The "family is concerned" obsessed, you know? We all ended up learning WAY too much about their entire species. WAY, WAY too much.

Dea Sea Aqualin are apparently just? Built different. Like, "can withstand a degree of pressure and cold and would kill most others" different. The dehydration might still get him, but the cold? Might NOT.

Flipping the wallet closed, I ignore my gut. I don't need to see what's on that black box. Yeah, I'd find out what happened after they lost propulsion. But? Watching doomed men die? That's sick. There's nothing worth finding there. It's just anxiety.

I reset my next jump. The sooner we get to the next port, the sooner my Rescue (X'alus, apparently) can get help. Then? I head back to check on him. I think, he might be stirring. Approaching the mound of blankets, it turns out I'm right.

" 'rm?" He manages to slur, voices crackling like it's a fight to get anything out. "Wh're 'm? Who?"

There is no good way to tell someone a whole ship full of crewmates is... gone. But, fuck, if I don't try. Gently sitting him up, I help him drink from a hydration pouch. Little at a time, so as not to stress his likely starved stomach. He leans, boneless, towards me. Like he wishes he could drag himself into my lap. Staring like I hold the secrets to the universe.

"Pre'ty. Warm. You sav'd me?"

I nod, shooting him a smile as I tuck the blanket more firmly around him. Poor guy is still pretty weak. But he's healing fast. That's good. He smiles back, bright predators teeth glinting in the ship's light. (Bit unhinged looking, but hey, he seems loopy.)

"Y're my hero~ pre'ty, pre'ty hero~!"

"Arn't I lucky? You found me!"

[grandlinedreams]

Listen listen hear me out. Imagine law comforting y/n because he just found out your afraid of thunder.

Ah! Sorry it took me a little bit to get to this, but it's a cute thought!!

[Heads up!: reader is afraid of thunder, hurt/comfort]

It's dumb.

At least you think it is, given that's what you've always been told when you've said a word about it. Maybe nobody quite laughed at you, but there's always been that amusement in their tone, the glimmer of mockery ㅡ you're afraid of thunder? Why? It can't hurt you.

You know that. And maybe it isn't so much that as it is what comes with it ㅡ dark, steel grey skies and torrential downpour, the violent heave of waves and crack of lightning.

Whatever it is, that ominous rumble never fails to send a shiver of fear through you, chill settling into your bones and making your limbs heavy.

Like now.

Being submerged in the Polar Tang, you'd almost forgotten about your phobia ㅡ after all, storms aren't noticable when you're deep below the ocean's surface.

But you'd surfaced for repairs ㅡ just before a storm began rolling in. You'd heard it first, that slow, ominous rattle from the sky above ㅡ and immediately retreated into the Polar Tang. Maybe it'd pass on, maybe it wouldn't last long, maybe ㅡ

You stiffen at the echo of it, imagine the faint answering rumble of the metal wall behind you as you tuck yourself further into the bed, blankets wrapped tightly around you.

You'll be okay. It'll be okay, you'll be fine ㅡ the storm won't last long.. It's a mental mantra you repeat to yourself as you gently rock back and forth, eyes sliding shut.

"What are you doing?" Law's voice rips you from the edge of a comfortable headspace to find him watching you from the doorway, expression unreadable. You open your mouth, then flinch at the echoed rumble of thunder.

"Hiding," you mumble weakly after a moment, curling back up and ducking your head so that you don't have to see his expression. Of course he's going to judge you for your fear ㅡ Law is a doctor, he's a rational man. Fears like this don't have a place here.

Hot shame creeps into your chest and warms your cheeks, makes you fight the urge to cry. Why do you have to be afraid of something so dumb?

There's the hard click of Law's shoes and a soft sigh, and you brace for the scolding. That it isn't a tangible thing, that it's part of nature, that you're an adult and a pirate.

A hand lands on the soft blanket you've pulled over your head and rubs gently before tugginf it down off of your head. "It's pretty loud out there," he says slowly, and you listen to the creak of the bed as he seats himself beside you.

You offer a sniffle. "I shouldn't be afraid of thunder," you whisper quietly. "It's dumb."

Law exhales softly. "It isn't dumb to be afraid of thunder." Tattooed fingers stroke through your hair gently. "What is dumb is not telling me. I could have helped before this, you know."

Law shifts how he's sitting on the bed and gently coaxes you over into leaning on him, blankets rustling with your movement.

"Sorry," you mumble after several long moments of silence.

"Don't be." His fingertips brush your cheek, soft affection. "Storm should be over soon. We can stay like this until it does. Sound good?"

Your eyes close. "Sounds good."

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝔸𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: hello, may I request jing yuan with a teen!reader who is jealous of yanqing? - they are around the same age as him, a new cloud knight who is an orphan, they try really hard to get the generals attention, even making him tea, buying presents etc. they want to be like yanqing, and are a bit jealous of the relationship with jy and yanqing, so they always try to prove themselves, even sacrificing food and sleep for their training, and are reckless during missions (bonus points if yanqing or jing yuan is present at the mission, they would literally fight until they pass out)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Heyy! It took me a while to figure out but I think I did it right! If not, feel free to let me know and I'll try fixing it.

But uhhh it may be kinda long but I hope it still matched your taste!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ platonic, angst with comfort

Yanqing this, Yanqing that... you were tired of it!! All you wanted was for Jing Yuan, your parental figure and someone who you really looked up to, to look at you the same way he looks at Yanqing. Was he better fighter? Smarter? Better stamina? Yes, yes and yes. But you need to be good for something, right?

You tried serving him tea, organizing his paperwork and other mundane works like that... but he always gave you the same answer. Pat on your head and gentle smile alongisde "thank you". But he never looked at you with proud feeling in his eyes, like he did at Yanqing. Even compliments were different!

"Thank you, Y/N."

"Thank you, Yanqing. I'm happy I could count on you with this task. Keep up the good work."

But it was probably a little bit of a mistake... you should probably ask him about it but you really couldn't help but overthink it a bit.

So when one day, Jing Yuan asked YOU to accompany him for one of his missions, because he saw potential in your skills, you thought fate finally smiled to you and gave you opportunity to prove yourself. And you weren't about to just let it slide by not using situation like that.

It technically was trio mission because he also took Yanqing, but you got into 2 groups pretty quickly. And ot course, Jing Yuan prefered to leave you on his side since you're not as experienced fighter. But you decided to prove yourself! You used every opportunity to slash an opponent.

"These are highly dangerous... It'd be better to not take ant risk and just sneak past them."

"I can handle them!!"

"Y/N, wait!"

You rushed towards group of tall robots not caring much, you just wanted to prove yourself and you didn't even care enough to rationally think of this situation or at least about the plan.

What was worse, Jing Yuan didn't even got the chance to react and you already began the fight. He rushed after you as soon as he could but this big group of robots was something even he prefered to fight with cautiousness.

You were honestly doing pretty good and were hoping Jing Yuan was watching you. You peeked through your shoulder to see if he's looking, but he wasn't... you were so disappointed you didn't even notice the upcoming attack and in matter of w second, you were crashed on the wall.

"Y/N, stay back!"

"But-"

"That's an order!"

You stayed in the back a bit shocked... he never really pulled the general card on you and didn't order you with such a stern voice... But at least his fighting skills were pretty good so you could just watch from the back... and despite not being able to fight, you still wanted to help so you told him enemies moves.

"O-On the left! Two on back! Hand above from east!"

He followed your instructions and you may've not knowed it but you were actually a big help to him. You took small but important bit if concentration from his shoulders so he could actually focus more in his modes rather than tactics.

After the fight was finally over, he came back to you, mix of emotions on his face so you couldn't really tell how mad he was at you... You honestly expected him to scold you or even punish you when you saw his hand rising. But he ended up just parting your head gently with small soft smile as he kneeled down a bit to match your level. He could definitely see your surprised expression because he didn't wait with explanation.

"You did a great job, Y/N. I knew it was just the right idea to bring you here with me."

And you finally received your compliment... did he figured out this was something you were missing? Or was it a lucky guess? Even you after spending so much time with him can't fully figure him out yet... but all his soft actions made your heart melt and you had to remind yourself to not break in front of him just like that. But his next words... seems like you got the scolding either way...

"But that doesn't change your actions were irresponsible. And I'm asking you to not start any fight like that again. If I tell you we're avoiding the fight or stay behind, you need to listen to me, alright? I don't mean to hold you back, I just want to ensure your safety."

You just nodded at his words. If you can't fight... and he complimented you supporting him behind... maybe tactics are the way to impress the general and get compliments like these more often without risking your life?

"I promise I'll try to not go against your orders anymore. I'm sorry again..."

"Don't worry, it all ended up good. Let's go back to Yanqing and see how he's doing, shall we?"

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@miya-akane - come get your soft general~

[sxcret-garden]

Jongho ღ Feverish [M]

ღ Ateez Jongho x fem-bodied!reader ღ words: ~1.9k ღ genre: smut ((mostly) soft dom!Jongho, fingering, oral (all reader receiving), unprotected sex, multiple orgasms) ღ warnings: they have sex while reader is sick

Desc.: You've been sick for days and also horny, and even though you know just as well as your boyfriend does that it'd be better to rest and to keep any indecent activities for when you're feeling better, you also both know how hard it is for him to say no to a request from you.

"You're sick, love. Not today."

"Please, just once, baby..." you whine at your boyfriend while you feel him running the back of his fingers across your forehead. Shooting you a kind smile, he leans in to press a kiss against that same spot, and then he adds,

"You're burning up again. I promise you I'll be there for you, but you have to get better first." You pout up at him, the fever clouding your mind, and when he lies down on the bed next to you, taking you into his arms and letting you rest your heavy head against his chest for a while, you know he's trying to comfort you, but really he's just making the situation worse.

You've been sick for days, and your boyfriend has been by your side every free minute to check up on you, bring you some tea or to simply offer his company in case you're feeling lonely or bored. However, none of that is of any concern to you now, because all you can feel is the way your body is begging you for some sex, and even though being both sick and horny doesn't mix well, you just can't help the state you're in.

"Please..." you start another attempt at convincing Jongho to lend you a hand. "Just one orgasm... I'm going crazy here..." You keep your voice low, feeling ashamed to be begging for it like this, but when your eyes meet his you can clearly see his resolve wavering. You know he only wants the best for you, and the best in this situation is for you to rest and sleep as much as possible, but at the same time this guy just cannot possibly say no to you. You give him big puppy eyes to push him just a little further to giving in, and as soon as he lets out a big sigh you know you've won.

"Fine..." he breathes, his hand finding your chin to tilt it up so he can get a proper look at your face. "What do you need me to do?" You gulp at his words - somehow that simple question is enough to make heat rush to your core in the state you're currently in, but you don't care. Without hesitation, you form a request,

"Want your cock..."

"Baby..." he sighs upon hearing you out, thumb now brushing against your cheek. "Shouldn't we take it easy...?" And once again you whine at him, but if you're being completely honest with yourself, at this point you'd take whatever he's willing to give you.

"Why not...?" you decide to pry, and you receive a kiss against your temple in return.

"Because I'm missing you too..." he mumbles, dragging his lips down the side of your face and eventually nipping at the skin underneath your earlobe. "I don't want to take things too far on accident." Rationally speaking, you should be thanking him for being so considerate, but as you feel his kisses against your skin and you're already starting to melt under his touch, there's really only one thing left on your mind. And so you reach for one of his hands and you bring it to your core, and as soon as he starts teasing you through the fabric of your pants you mewl at the pleasure and you decide to simply wait and see how far he's actually willing to go.

"Does that feel good?" you hear him ask and you immediately nod, moaning at his words in your haze. 

"Need more..." you mutter and your boyfriend doesn't hesitate to pull down your pants. He probably figures it's best to get to the point as fast as possible, so you could go back to resting soon, but to you it's all the same - you know you won't be satisfied after cumming just once, you just don't know if you'll have enough strength in your body to beg for more then. So for now you stick to whining at his touches, running your fingers through his hair as you bring him in to kiss him, and with your nails running down his back as he buries his digits further inside you, you're hoping to rile him up enough for him to at least give you a second round.

"So wet for me even when you're sick, huh..." he mutters next to your ear, and you can't do anything but nod.

"I need you so bad, baby..." you whisper, and you can already feel the knot in your stomach tightening.

"I know... I'll take care of you..." And then he presses one last kiss to your forehead, before throwing the blanket aside and crawling south. Not wasting any time, he pulls your pants and underwear off you, and you gasp when he throws your legs over his shoulders. "I'll make you feel good..." he mumbles as he leaves a trail of sloppy kisses up the inside of your thigh, and if it wasn't for the fever clouding your mind you could've seen the exact moment all will to resist has left him. 

Now feeling yourself trapped in his strong hold, you can only moan at the way his tongue feels against your core. Your body too weak to even reach down to continue playing with his hair, all you can do is wait as he's chasing your orgasm, humming at your taste and letting his lips do some magic. 

"Taste so good baby..." he praises you, having you whine in response. "I'll make you cum so good..." His words ringing in your ears as you throw your head back and press your eyelids closely shut, you're begging for him not to stop his ministrations in your mind, and when he finally slides his fingers back inside you with ease, you think you're going to lose your mind.

"R-right there..." you mewl weakly and he makes sure to keep going at his exact pace, until finally he can feel your walls contracting around him. You become a whining mess as your orgasm strikes, and when you're coming down from it, him still pumping his fingers in and out of you to help you ride it out, all you know is that your body is asking for more.

"You want more, don't you?" As if he could read your mind, Jongho pulls your shirt off you next, until you're completely bare underneath him and he kisses his way up your stomach and chest. Then, as he's hovering right above you and his lips are merely an inch away from yours, you see the way his pupils have darkened from lust, and you tense up.

"Please..." you mouth a silent plea, and when he connects his lips with yours you can feel the raw desire in his kiss. Reaching out and weakly clinging to his back you let him kiss you like this, submitting to his touch completely - even if you had wanted to resist, at this point he too knows exactly that he could do with you whatever he wants in this state, and when you feel his clothed hard on rubbing against your leg, it becomes clear you're not the only one seriously turned on by that fact. You watch through tired eyes as he rids himself of his clothes, and when he pins your wrists above your head with one hand, your heartbeat speeds up.

"Be good for me and spread your legs, love. So I can make you feel even better." He speaks quietly but clearly, and as you feel yourself growing smaller at the energy behind his words, you do as told without hesitation. He's watching you with that gaze he always wears when he knows he has you completely at his mercy, and the way he praises you just before he lowers himself makes a shiver run down your spine. You whine when you feel him pushing merely his tip into you, only to pull out again so he could see the desperate look on your face. A drop of sweat makes its way down your forehead, and with the heat from your expectations and your fever mixing, all you can do is simply moan at every single thing he does to your body. 

"Want you so bad..." you mumble, shooting him a pleading look. "Fuck me, please..." You can see his composure faltering, like control was about to slip out of his hands seeing you this small and desperate. And then he lets go of your wrists, already knowing you would keep them in place anyway, and instead he cups your face in his palm, running his thumb across your lips. Another kiss follows, feathery light but lingering, and when he pulls away from you, you can hear him whispering,

"Really wish I could ruin you right now... but I'll hold back until you're better." Putting an emphasis on his words, he caresses your forehead and cheek, and once he's supporting himself on both arms, he pushes into you fully. He goes slowly and carefully at first, yet it makes you cry out and causes you to throw your head back, and then when he picks up the pace you find yourself moaning in the same rhythm he's pounding into you.

Your head spinning, you somehow find the strength in you to claw at his back, and him groaning in response to the pain of having you drag your nails down his skin is only bringing you closer to the edge. Fire rushing through your veins, you simply let him fuck you, and when you feel him speeding up and he gradually becomes more vocal you know he's enjoying this more than he had planned to. But it fills you with a sense of pride nonetheless, and so you mewl,

"Feel so good... you feel so good..." You can hear him curse right below your ear as he clenches his fists around your bedsheets, and his hot breath hits your neck just as you see your next high approaching. Rolling your eyes back and moaning his name, your orgasm hits you, and as your body shakes from the pleasure and the increasing overstimulation, you let him continue to chase his own high. A few more thrusts and he cums inside you with a groan, and keeping himself from collapsing on top of you, he rolls to the side immediately after.

Each catching your breath, he wraps his arms around you in a safe embrace, rubbing soothing circles on your back and pressing his lips against your glowing forehead.

"You okay?" Jongho asks eventually, and you nod, feeling exhausted but otherwise filled with bliss. Then he adds, "If I'm sick tomorrow you'll pay for it." Though he manages to sound serious when speaking, a playful grin appears on his lips the next moment, telling you was merely joking, and so you give him a weak smile.

"Mhm... then at least we can cuddle all day..." you mindlessly mutter, and as you open your eyes to take another look at his face, you find nothing but a soft smile on his lips and adoration behind his eyes.

[mytheoristavenue]

MHA Mezo Shoji x Reader - Make Believe - II

Summary: You ask Shoji to pretend to be your boyfriend for a dinner with your parents.

Warnings: Long, multi-parted, fluff, mutal pining, fake dating trope, mild language, fem!reader, not proofread

After classes ended for the day, you retired to your dorm, jumped into a quick shower, and sat at your desk to apply your makeup. Glancing in the mirror, you meticulously looked over yourself, fussing over the littlest detail. After a bit, you sigh, giving up on chasing perfection and stood, walking over to your closet to find something to wear.

A floor up and across the hall from you, Shoji did the same, toweling off his wet, silver hair before running a comb through it to straighten any rogue strands. Fligging through his closet, he struggled to find something suitable for meeting his 'girlfriend's', parents. Due to his quirk and stature, most of his wardrobe was sleeveless, though he did have an idea.

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Sitting on a train station bench, you once again found yourself nervous, fidgeting, and looking for Shoji. Shuffling the train tickets in your hands, you began to worry he might have backed out, making you worry. Pulling out to call him, you suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder- or more accurately, three.

"Hey, sorry I'm a bit late." A smooth voice called from behind you prompting you to turn around, a blush creeping across your face upon laying eyes on him. "Hope I didn't worry you." Shoji wore a navy blue turtleneck, sleeveless of course, with grey slacks, loafers, and a grey sports coat draped around his shoulders, which hid most of his arms.

"Shoji..." you gasped lightly. "I don't think I've ever seen you wear sleeves!" you commented, before realizing how rude it must have sounded. "I-I mean, I like how you normally dress but...y-you look handsome with sleeves..." you stammered, glancing away and rubbing the back of your neck.

"Sleeves aren't exactly practical for me, nor are they comfortable," he says, offering you a hand to help you up. "But, dress to impress, as they say." You take his hand, letting him pull you up and you both begin walking towards the appropriate train. "By the way, you look lovely, if I may say. I can't place what you've done differently, but whatevcer it is looks nice."

"Thanks, Shoji..." you smiled, blushing a bit as you both boarded.

Finding your seats, you slid in first, him allowing you to have the window seat. After you both settled in and the train began to move, you spoke again. "It's nearly an hour-long ride, do you think we should, I don't know- practice?"

"What exactly were you wanting to practice, (Y/L/N)?" Shoji asked, cocking a suspicious brow.

"N-Nothing like that!" You fuss, punching his arm lightly, blushing. "Don't be a perv!"

"Hey," he puts his hands up in defense. "I didn't say anything specific. If you think I meant something perverted, you made it up yourself which makes you the perv."

"I meant like get our story straight!" you whined, slumping your shoulders dramatically. "Like how we met, how long we've been together- that sort of thing!"

Shoji thought for a moment, humming. "How about, we say we met at school because we did, and we've been together for about six months. That's a short enough time to justify me not meeting them sooner, but a long enough time for it to make sense that I'm meeting them now."

"Yeah, that makes sense!" you chirp, nodding. "I didn't even think of that, you're so smart, Shoji!"

"I know." he joked with a smirk before continuing. "By the way, you should probably call me Mezo,"

You blush lightly at the idea of using his first name, indicating a closer relationship. "How come?"

"It'd be weird if we still called each other by our formal names six months into a relationship." he rationalized. "Are you alright with me calling you (Y/N)?"

You nodded with a sweet smile. "Yeah, I don't mind at all, Shoj-" You caught yourself and corrected with a clearing of your throat. "Ahem, Mezo."

The way the corners of his eyes creased told you that he was smiling without having to see his lips. "That's better. By the way, do you think we should get the awkward stuff out of the way while we have the chance?"

"What do you mean?" you asked, cocking your head to the side while glancing up at him.

"Like PDA and stuff," he replied, glancing up at the ceiling of the train away from your gaze, rubbing the back of his neck, almost nervously. "Won't it look suspicious if we don't touch each other at all all night?"

"I figured we'd cross that bridge when we got to it." you say, shrugging, not understanding why he was so concerned.

"But it won't look as natural if it's the first time, right?" Now that he mentioned it, he had a point. It'd be odd for a couple of six months to still not hug or hold hands.

"I guess that makes sense. What do you think we should do?" you ask, humming as you thought.

"Well," he said. "Practice makes perfect?" He offered you his main right hand, staring down at you expectantly. You slipped your hand into his, red-faced, noting how warm his palm was and how his hand dwarfed yours. "There," he smiled. "We can just hold hands for a few minutes to get used to it. That okay?"

You were astonished at how gentle he was being with this all. He didn't even want to do it when you first asked, now he was sharply dressed, and doing whatever he could to make the ruse look as real as possible. Here he was, on the train to your hometown, holding your hand like it were a baby bird- fragile, but in need of warmth and structure.

After a few minutes, the pair of you had naturally begun to relax against each other, arms pressing together and weight being distributed more evenly. It was inevitable that your head would fall on his shoulder, and even more so that you would shoot back up, apologizing profusely.

"Oh, Shoji, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get too comfortable!" You fussed, cheeks aglow.

He simply chucked at you, serene as always. "I promise, it's alright. The more comfortable we get with one another, the better we'll sell this thing. Besides, we're barely doing anything, you act like you've never done this before." Your silence spoke volumes and he quickly came to the conclusion on his own. "Oh, my God, you've never done this before."

You hissed, shushing him as if any of the few other riders would comprehend the context of the conversation enough to understand the secret. "Okay, okay, fine! I've never held hands with anyone before, or cuddled, or kissed, or anything else! I'm eighteen and I've yet to have any firsts, okay? Is that what you want to hear?"

Sensing he'd struck a nerve, Shoji decided to back off. "My bad, just figured someone like you would have some kind of romantic experience is all."

"What do you mean 'someone like me'?" you asked in an accusitory tone.

"I didn't mean anything by it!" he swore, raising his hands up again. "Just...well you're a very pretty girl, I would have assumed you'd have guys lined up miles waiting to hold your hand."

You didn't think you could ever get over how he complimented you- so matter of fact, but so suave at the same time. It made it hard for you to discern what was real and not.

"Well, I don't, okay?" you confessed. "I've never had a reciprocated crush, so I never got the chance to do anything like this. That's why my Grandma wants to see him in a relationship before she passes."

"I see," he replied simply, giving you space to continue.

"And now I'm realizing most of my firsts..." you paused, heart sinking will be entirely fake. Maybe this was a bad idea..."

One of Shoji's other hands took over the duty of holding your hand while the other set of arms wrapped around you in a protective wing. "Hey, don't think of it like that." He said comfortingly. "Technically, if it's pretend, it shouldn't count, right?" He rationalized, trying to ignore the nagging voice in the back of his head that told him he wasn't good enough to be any of your firsts. "You can still save those moments for someone special."

You thought about what he said for a moment before speaking again. "I guess that's true, but will it still feel the same?"

"I don't think I can tell you that, (Y/N)." Shoji chuckled nervously. "I think that's for you to discover on your own." He readjusted his posture, feeling you relax against his side, prompting him to do the same. "But if you ever want someone to practice with, I'm your guy..." He thought allowed, barely audibly.

Your face burned at his words, but you couldn't bring yourself to speak. This 'practice' was nice, and it wasn't like you were doing anything wrong, just some light cuddling on the train. Your mind began to wonder what other things he might be able to practice with you. "Shoji...?"

He hummed in response, one of the ends of his arms morphing into an ear that rested on your shoulder to hear you better. "Do you think we should practice...more things? Y-You know, just to make the act more convincing?" you asked anxiously, eyes glued to your lap as you awaited his response.

"What did you have in mind?" he muttered, feeling the blood rush to his cheeks under his mask.

"W-Well.." you stammered, struggling to find footing on what you wanted to say. "We hug all the time, and we've already held hands and cuddled so I guess that leaves..."

"Do you want me to kiss you?" He asked, cutting straight to the point.

You shrunk at his blunt nature, one hand in his and the other gripping the fabric over your knee to ground you. "W-Well uhm," you stuttered, unsure of what you were even trying to articulate at this point. All you knew was that you wanted it, but it felt wrong in a way. "I-I've never..."

"Doesn't have to be a real kiss, doesn't count, remember?" He said, cooly, thumb brushing over your shoulder. "But only if you want to." You simply nodded timidly, glancing up at him to find him already staring back, usually mysterious eyes now full of comfort. Leaning in close, the pair of you began to bridge the gap, each tilting your heads in the respective direction. Your eyes fluttered shut first, giving Shoji a lovely view of you expectantly waiting for a kiss. Following suit, he let his eyes close, inching ever closer until he could feel the ghostly presence of your lips brushing against his clothed ones.

Suddenly, as he was about to firmly press his lips to yours, the train came to a stop, prompting the both of you to separate like oil and water. Your head shot up, searching for some sign of emergency, but instead, you were greeted with the familiar sight of the train station in your hometown. "W-Wha-?" you questioned, confused. "We can't already be here, it hasn't been that long."

Pulling his phone from his left pocket, Shoji clicked it on, grateful to have a distraction from the heat in his face. "6:05," he said, gathering his composure. "Been almost an hour since we left."

"Oh..." you accepted, gathering your things, ignoring how your cheeks burned. "I-I guess we must have just lost track of time..."

"Guess so..."

Part I

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Floyd Leech - Beach Wear Vignette

"'Flying Jellyfish'"

[Uninhabited Island – Sea]

Floyd: WAHOOOO!! GOIN' FOR ANOTHER FLIP!

[waves CRAAASH down]

Floyd: YAAAY! THIS FEELS AWESOME～♪

[waves CRAAASH down]

Jack: That guy's pretty amazing. He's getting better and better at surfing every time I see him.

Azul: Pbbft augh! And here I am doing everything I can to just stand on my board…

Jack: You need to work on your posture. Push your center of gravity in the direction you want to go without overdoing it.

Azul: Your advice is very rational and helpful, Jack-san. Floyd's relies too much on feeling.

Jack: Hm… …It's starting to get dark. We should probably leave the waters.

Azul: Yes, I agree. Floyd! We'll be heading back to the cottage soon!

Floyd: Ehh ～～～ Already?

Azul: It will be difficult to discern anything in the ocean at night. It's far too dangerous for us, especially now that we cannot transform back into our original mer-form.

Floyd: Fiiiine… Tch. I'm not done havin' fun, though. I wonder if there's anything we can do for fun at night around here.

Jack: At night, hm… Well, this is an uninhabited island, so it's pitch black at night. We'd only have the moonlight to do anything by. It'd be pretty impossible to do stuff outside.

Azul: Then, shall we create some kind of simple board games or card games to play inside with?

Floyd: Ehh～ Board games and card games can be done during the day, and we can play them anytime back on campus, too. That's not what I'm talking about…

Floyd: I wanna do somethin' fun that I can only do at night on this island, somethin' that's all bam and wheew and awesome!

Azul: There you go again with trying to describe it irrationally…

Floyd: Hmmm～ …AH! I GOT IT!

Floyd: Hey, hey, Azul. There's something I want you to show me how to do…

[Uninhabited Island – Near Spaceship]

Floyd: Stitch～ you there?

Stitch: ?

Floyd: So hey, can I have some of the leftover parts that you're not usin' to fix up your spaceship with?

Stitch: Ye.

Floyd: Hmm, so I wanna grind up all this metal into dust… Can you do that for me, Stitch?

Stitch: Rock and roll!

[shaka, shaka, shaka, shaka, shaka!!]

Floyd: Woah, awesome! Man, you really can do anything. You reduced a bunch of different parts to dust lickety-split.

Floyd: Mmkay, then it's Dr. Floyd's Experimentation Time～

Floyd: First, I'll start with this powder… Oh, I got green sparks!

Floyd: From this powder, I got red sparks, and this one over here gets me purple.

Floyd: And then using that rotten smellin' mud from the hot springs… I'll put it on this stick I dried… Like this…

Floyd: Aha, it's lookin' good! I'm a genius ♪

Stitch: ???

Floyd: You curious what I'm making, Stitch? This is what we call a "Flying Jellyfish."

Floyd: Uhhh, what did they call 'em on land, again? Oh, right, fireworks! Do you know what fireworks are?

Stitch: Yeah!

Floyd: Oh, are you gonna help me make some fireworks? Thanks～

Floyd: Back when we were kids, me and Jade would go up to the coastline to check 'em out. Ah, and when I say Jade, I'm talking about my brother.

Stitch: Ohana!

Floyd: Hm? Jade's not whatever that is. He's the same moray eel merman like me.

Stitch: ???

Floyd: Didn't I tell you? I'm a merman. Before I came to school, I lived in the ocean my whole life.

Floyd: And like, back in elementary school, we'd sneak up to the surface and watch the fireworks.

Floyd: My pops and mama always told us that it was dangerous for us kids to go by ourselves, so we shouldn't go near it.

Stitch: Grrr, rargh!

Floyd: Hmm? Oh, it's nothing like that. That whole thing where the humans and merfolk were afraid of each other is stuff from a long, long time ago.

Floyd: Folks've been comin' and goin' between the land and sea for a while now, ever since the mermaid princess married that human prince.

Floyd: But the reason why us elvers were told to stay away from the beaches was 'cause of the dangers of high waves or ebbing tides leavin' us stranded on the shore.

Floyd: The adults can somewhat get back on their own, but it's not that easy for the kids, y'know.

Floyd: There'd be a buncha shop all up and down the coast, too.

Floyd: Kinda like how we did the cottage here, they'd set up shops along the shoreline selling food, or accessories, or whatever.

Floyd: My parents own a few stores like that…

Floyd: But like, those were all stores for adult merfolks. They didn't like us kids goin' in by ourselves.

Floyd: So yeah, me 'n Jade would often go hang out near the beaches without tellin' them.

Floyd: 'Cause, I mean, if someone tells you not to do something, doesn't it just make you want to do it more?

Stitch: Yahahahaha!

Floyd: There's a ton of cool things to find around the shoreline… And the flying jellyfish ―the fireworks― were our favorite thing.

Floyd: It's super amazing to watch fireworks from the ocean.

Floyd: The light from the fireworks light up the dark ocean surface, sparkling like stars…

Floyd: It made me feel like I was swimming in the starry night sky.

Floyd: Oh yeah, you're from space, right, Stitch? That's so cool, I'd love to swim in the starry sky for real someday.

Floyd: I remember when I first came on land, there were a ton of things that new to me, like, strange things and weird people…

Floyd: I bet if I went to space, I'd get to see so many more awesome stuff.

Floyd: 'Cause there's a ton of other aliens like you and Gantu out there, right?

Floyd: Maaan. I bet even if I told him that I met an alien on an uninhabited island, Jade'll never believe me.

Floyd: "Your dreams are overflowing with originality, Floyd," he'd probably say.

Floyd: I know! You should come hang with us at Night Raven College someday, Stitch.

Floyd: You should bring your friends next time, too. I wanna see some crazy weird alien dudes. Like…

Floyd: Maybe an evil genius mad scientist that was the one that made you, or maybe a one-eyed federal agent who likes to wear disguises. Got anyone like that?

Stitch: Yahahahaha!

Azul: Floyd, Stitch-san. There you are. It's almost time for dinner.

Floyd: Eh, already? I got so wrapped up that time flew by so fast.

Azul: How did you do in crafting the firewor… Oh, wow! You've put together quite a lot.

Floyd: All the sticks you see bunched over there are the ones that you showed me how to make, and all these disc-lookin' ones'll spin.

Floyd: And this box over here is my own original creation!

Azul: Fireworks that you yourself put together? It won't explode all of a sudden, right…?

Floyd: It'll be fiiine, don't worry. I pumped a bit of magic into it, too.

Azul: Goodness… Once Floyd decides he wants to do something, his focus shoots through the roof.

Azul: I wish he were more like this during work, as well.

Floyd: After all that excitement, now I'm hungry. Azul, Stitch, can you guys help me carry all the fireworks?

Floyd: We can hide them on the beach and surprise the others later.

Stitch: Yeah!

[Uninhabited Island – Cottage]

Lilia: Floyd, Stitch, what's going on? Why are you taking us outside after we all finished eating?

Ace: The further we get from the cottage, the more pitch black it is. Also, why're you makin' me carry this bucket?

Floyd: It's fine, just trust me. Hurry and follow us.

Jack/Riddle/Ace: ???

[Uninhabited Island – Beach]

Floyd: We have arrived～!

Jack: The beach…? No, you better not be thinking of surfing in this darkness.

Floyd: Wrong～ The correct answer is… This!

[Fweeeeeeee…BOOM!]

Everyone: WOOOAH…!

Lilia: What a spectacular fireworks display! Floyd, how did you prepare all this?

Floyd: Me 'n Stitch made them by grinding up the leftover junk parts into powder.

Grim/Ace/Jack: YOU MADE THESE!?

Floyd: Stitch, can you bring out the rest?

Stitch: Ooo!

[thud, thud]

Jack: Woah! All that stuff Stitch just carried out here on his back… Don't tell me those are all fireworks?

Floyd: Yuup～ I wanted to shoot some fireworks on the beach at night, so I spent all my free time today makin' these.

Grim: This is awesome! I bet we can go all night with how many we got here!

Lilia: The long, thin ones are sparklers, I see… But what's this box?

Floyd: That's my original creation.

Floyd: We'll put it over here a little bit away from us, and… Goldfish-chan, give me a light!

Riddle: Don't use people as you would a match, seriously. …Hah!

[Shwaaaaa…!]

Everyone: OOOOHH…!

Floyd: Whaddya think? Isn't it cool with the way it lights up the pitch-black ocean, makin' it all sparkly?

Ace: Floyd-senpai, this is crazy awesome～! You're a genius! Can I try one too?

Floyd: Go ahead. Do as much as you'd like.

Lilia: Ooh! This sparkler's spitting out green sparks. It's just like the Diasomnia colors ♪

Jack: This one's giving off yellow sparks. Amazing, how'd you get different colors?

Riddle: This is my first time playing with fireworks. I just have to hold this end and light the other end, yes?

Azul: We'll often have fireworks placed on top of cakes and parfaits at the Mostro Lounge for celebrations, but…

Azul: It's not a bad change of pace to do it outside like this.

Grim: Nyahaha! I wanna hold one in both hands and set 'em off!

1. I want to try the hand-held fireworks! 2. I want to try the ground fireworks!

[laughing and cheering]

Azul: You were so gung-ho in preparing these, but you haven't touched a single firework at all.

Floyd: Hmm, I just feelin' like watching right now, instead of doin' anything.

Azul: I never took you for one to become so sentimental while watching fireworks.

Azul: Perhaps you're thinking… "If only Jade could see this too?"

Floyd: Huh, why Jade?

Floyd: I mean, I guess I've thought about how he's probably running the Lounge all by himself right now, so when we get back, we're gonna get an earful of complaints, sure.

Floyd: But it's not like I thought anything like, "Wish he was here～"

Floyd: 'Cause I mean, isn't it more fun to do our own thing and then come back with stories to tell?

Floyd: And if we like what we hear, then next time we can go together, and if it sounds boring, then we don't gotta go.

Floyd: It's not like me 'n Jade are the same person, anyway. Like, he just up and got hooked on hiking in the mountains one day and started going off on his own.

Floyd: Doing stuff on our own is way more fun than always doing the same thing together.

Floyd: 'Sides… If we were together all the time 'round the clock, I bet we'd suuuper hate each other’s guts about now.

Floyd: Like, back when we were kids, we'd get into huge fights and beat each other senseless almost every day.

Azul: Your sibling quarrels are really quite dreadful… I was quite shocked the first time I observed it happen.

Floyd: C'mon, we don't fight as much anymore. But that's 'cause we know if we go all out, our lives would be on the line.

Floyd: Eh, but when we do, we still go at it pretty hard.

[multiple fireworks goes off at once]

Riddle: Hey, Stitch! Grim! Don't get so greedy and light all those fireworks at once!

Stitch/Grim: NYAHA～!

Floyd: Ooh, looks like Stitch 'n them are havin' a blast!

Floyd: I think I'm feelin' like joinin' in now ♪

Azul: Heh. “Something fun that can only be done at night on this island, something bam and wheew and awesome”… Right, I see.

Azul: Have you been sated enough with this, Floyd?

Floyd: Eh～? You think I'd be satisfied just doin' this?

Azul: That was foolish of me to ask. I'm certain by tomorrow, you'll be searching for a different stimulus.

Floyd: See, you know me. Wonder what I should do tomorrow?

Floyd: Not every day that we get tossed onto an uninhabited island like this, so.

Floyd: Just so I can make Jade say, "Please take me with you next time" after he hears my stories…

Floyd: I'm gonna play and go wild and do all the stuff I wanna do, and make sure I have so much fun I don't have time to get bored at all ♪

Requested by Anonymous.

[discotenny]

High and Mighty

hii!! if you take hypmic requests, may I request a of Jakurai falling in love with his friend, who is temporarily having her live with him? they have been through a lot while he helped her with a family tragedy and now, one morning the moment just felt right and they kiss?

something in Jakurai's perspective about how much he loves her and wants to see her smile more again... I don't know... if this is demanding or too much context or you don't want to do it for other reasons i understand 💗 life is just a little dark right now and wanting some light 💖 have wonderful day 💗 ~ anon

Jakurai Jinguji x Fem!Reader <2k words, angst to fluff, a lot of self loathing, like a lot a lot, panic attacks>

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“What about being human gives you the right to be all high and mighty?!”

A long time in the past, Ramuda had said that to him. He was a different person then, they both were. 

So why was that question the only thing ringing in his mind right now? 

You were cooking him breakfast, insisting that it was the least you could do to help him out after he let you stay with him.

But did he deserve it? 

This help, this kindness, this care. Someone like him isn't supposed to get things like these. Someone who's selfish. Who's hurt so many people and let so many more get hurt in his wake. Doing things for himself, doing things for others- that was his atonement.

That was what he dedicated to himself to every day. 

He’s been on edge ever since you’ve moved in. Even little things like making breakfast seeped into that mindset of his. But, you, as stubborn and as kind as ever- still insisted on doing this small task for him. 

"You just can't sit still can't you- Jakurai?" You said to him after he carried all the ingredients for you out of his pantry. Even after you told him it was fine, even after he turned on the stove after you said it was alright, even after he insisted that he could cook just in case you were feeling tired.

Eventually, you dragged him out of his own kitchen and sat him in front of the TV so he wouldn't butt in anymore. 

There's a familiar guilt that comes on the side of his freshly made pancakes. 

"Is there something wrong with the food? Ah, I knew I shouldn't have added that extra spoon of vanilla..." You probably noticed the downtrodden expression on his face and the guilt worsens at your concern. 

"No- there's nothing wrong-" a lie, of course. 

"Are you sure? You look a little off- sorry if that's rude haha." Again, the guilt sinks deeper and deeper into his gut. 

"Please forgive me, I'm just tired," a calm smile seems to be enough to ward off most of your concern but there's still a palpable sense of worry in your small frown. "The pancakes are perfect." 

"I told you I was good at cooking! You should just let me cook for you until I leave, it'd be much less stressful for you to handle." There's a sparkle in your eyes that makes him feel sick. He doesn't say anything more than a chuckle to that. The thought of saying what he truly feels makes him disgusted with himself.  

Because a person like him doesn't deserve this. Someone who tries to be all high and mighty to make up for his lowest points. He especially doesn't deserve this from someone like you- who has gone through so much in the past and is currently going through so much more. He barely deserves your friendship and it makes him sick to think that he could have anymore than that. 

But he does want more. And that acknowledgement terrifies him. 

Breakfast devolves into silence as neither of you look up from your plates. 

Jakurai ruins it again.

The darkness of his bedroom is one of the only spaces Jakurai allows himself to think upon his deepest feelings. 

The checkerboard ceiling shifts in and out of a single color gray lines and masses. The more he stares, the more the thought of you marinates in his mind. 

Rationally, he knows that the love he feels for you has to be separated from the hatred he feels for himself. Rationally, he knows he’s being irrational about the way he approaches his feelings. But he just can’t stop.

He wonders if all his self inflicted retribution has made him a better man yet. He wonders if he confessed to you- would you accept him, all of him? After everything he’s been through, the trauma of his time in the war, the sins he’s committed in the past, is he really worthy of standing by your side? 

Jakurai’s gaze shifts toward the small peek of moonlight let out from his curtains. Clouds that drift through the sky cause shadows to manifest, and his eyes drift to make up shapes from their leftovers. 

He hasn't seen you smile since the incident. Since you asked him to move in with him for your own safety and well being. He wonders if part of your reason for not smiling is because of him. 

Jakurai feels selfish when he looks at you. Because he is selfish. 

Selfish in the way he desires nothing more than to hold you in his arms. Selfish in the fluster of his cheeks when you look him in the eyes. Selfish in the warmth of his heart when he just thinks of you. Selfish in his feelings. Selfish in his love. 

Jakurai closes his eyes, the bleak ceiling turning a boring sight to look at. With a sigh of regret and self contemplation, he turns in his sheets and his mind closes for the night.

When he awakes he can already hear you getting busy in the kitchen. There’s a small smile at the considerate act, and he allows himself to feel loved for just a small moment. 

Jakura leaves his room, turning the lights on absentmindedly. His thoughts are elsewhere, barely able to contain all the feelings bubbling up in his stomach. Guilt, fluster, shame, softness, disgust with himself, love for you. 

You're cooking him breakfast, again. He's desperate to help you, again. 

“Eep!” You jump at his appearance behind you, something that makes him frown despite the lightheartedness of the event. You playfully smack him in the chest, a smile in your eyes but not on your face, and chide him for his sneakiness. “Are you trying to kill me, Jakurai?” 

It’s stupid, so, so stupid for such a playful remark to rip his soul out of him. It’s horrible how the sparkle in your eyes is able to pull the trigger snapping such a tight line between his self pitying insides and his calm front to you.

He leaves the room with only a (clearly) fake laugh at your remark and a short, “I’m sorry.” A hand holds itself over his mouth and Jakurai has to stop himself from stumbling into the bathroom and throwing up. He makes his way to his bedroom, the only place he could see as his personal sanctuary. 

In the back of his mind he knows you’re calling out to him in concern. He can’t tell if the footsteps that echo in his ears are yours or his.

He falls to the floor, onto the faux fluffy carpet below the foot of his bed. Due to his height, as he looks down Jakurai feels he’s a million feet off the ground. His head spins so he chooses to look up, turning around so his back is against his footboard. 

The ceiling of last night, the mashup of different grays and bleakness is now a blinding white. Jakurai can feel his eyes dilating, unable to remove his gaze from the painful image of light not present before.

Jakurai knows he’s alone, yet that doesn’t stop the flood of thoughts taking the form of individuals from his past, speaking words he’d rather forget entirely. 

“I don’t need your holier than thou attitude, why don’t you just leave me alone?”

“You think you can save everyone? But can you even save anyone?” 

“Stop it with your looks of pity, as if you know what I’m going through-” 

“What about being human gives you the right to be so high and mighty?!” 

His mind screams. His cheeks are hot, his hands feel cold. His feet feel the plush of the carpet while his head falls back to nothing. His eyes are forced to gaze upon light in which he desperately wants to run away from, his hands follow something, anything to latch onto. Jakurai’s entire being fills with conflicting stimuli and a million thoughts spreading all over. 

And all of a sudden, the white of the ceiling turns off and it’s replaced by the stark gray he remembers it to be. He finally tears his eyes away from the ceiling, just in time to see you plant yourself in front of him in a hurry.

“Hey, hey,” you put your hand out to him, careful not to touch him as to add more to his senses. “It’s gonna be okay, alright? You’re fine, it’s all fine.” 

Just looking at you is just enough for Jakurai to steady his breathing. He didn’t even know his respiration had reached such a shaky state, but the more he stared the more he calmed, with only small hiccups interrupting in uncertain beats. 

“Just focus on me okay? Not on anything else, it’s gonna be alright. You’re here, it’s alright,” Your words bring a certain comfort he’s unfamiliar with feeling.

“Can I touch you?” You ask in such a soft manner, not moving until he nods. Shifting forward, your hand moves a strand of long hair out of his eyes. “There, that’s better,” you smile. 

Like a shining light, comforting, not blinding, your smile wills him down to earth. Your hand stays on his cheek, a finger rubbing slightly in a repeated pattern. 

“You don’t have to tell me what happened, but I want you to know I’m here for you, Jakurai.” 

“I…” he starts out, knowing he doesn’t have to say anything but feeling he has to. “I care for you… so, so much.” 

You stare at him, the sparkle in your eyes that made him feel so much overwhelming guilt now urges him to continue. “I’m sorry, I know that it’s selfish of me to be acting this way, especially after…” 

“No, it’s not selfish,” you interrupt him before he can continue down a self deprecating path once more. “Just because I went through something doesn’t mean you have to ignore yourself. I care about you too, you know?” 

“That’s- I mean-” Jakurai could feel himself tense, a confession on the tip of his tongue yet a ball in his throat. 

“I know what you mean,” you laugh.  

“You what?” Your laugh, your wonderful laugh and wonderful smile shock him. 

“You can be really, really obvious sometimes, Jakurai…” Your hand moves to cup his cheek completely. “I asked Hifumi about it yesterday. He was so excited he gave away everything.” 

“So you…” He braces himself for rejection, and can’t help the frown that comes to his face.

“I feel the exact same way.” 

There’s a hefty sigh that leaves him, wavering a line between relief and hope. A shaky smile finds itself on his face, Jakurai wanting to meet the joy that’s on yours. 

“Can I kiss you?” 

“Wh-what?!” 

Despite his surprise, Jakurai finds there’s not much resistance to the question. 

“AH! I’m sorry, I don’t know what that was,” your face turns to fluster, not even realizing you asked such a thing. “I’m so sorry, that was totally, totally inappropriate to ask right-” 

Jakurai captures your lips in a sudden, welcomed response. It’s soft, gentle, everything you associate with him and his behavior. It’s also quick, leaving just as soon as it comes. 

He looks into your eyes, partially in a daze from finally being able to act upon his tortuous feelings. “I-” He starts, shocked at his blatant display of sudden affection. 

“Kiss me again, please,” you say, holding his cheeks and pulling him closer. 

The sound of his lankiness quickly moving across the carpet makes you giggle, but the lovestruck look in his eyes makes you swoon. His arms find their way around you, a smile on his face as he leans in.

The only thought in his mind, aside how happy he was, is that you were just so pretty up close.

The feeling in his chest is familiar in the sense that it’s been locked away all this time. Forcibly pushed down so other, seemingly more important values could take center stage in his heart. But right then, with your lips on his in a symphony of passion and movements, love takes his heart in full. 

When he pulls away, an even wider smile spreads upon his blushed face. In your own flushed state you have half the mind to consider teasing him for his unusual forwardness- but the absolute joy in his expression is too innocent for you to tease. 

After all, he was just happy to finally be yours. 

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AAAAA ITS DONE ITS DONE ITS DONE !!!

This is probably one of (if not THE) first request I got since my reboot. I’m glad to have finally fulfilled it, I really hope you enjoyed 🫶🫶🫶

Jakurai I admit isn’t my favorite hypmic chara of all time (Sasara supreme) but I admit I did enjoy writing this !! I hope I did him justice !!!

Have a wonderful day 🫶‼️🙌

[tumblingxelian]

Cortical Cocoon AU:

Actually, on the subject of food, how do you see various Imago going about getting it?

I mentioned the Infestigator setting up a dead drop or clandestine rendezvous with a delivery guy, or just going ahead and casually buying food like they don't probably have a warrant for all the hostage taking during their emergence.

But how do you see other Imago going about food acquisition?

Good question and hilarious mental images regarding the Infestigator.

"Well technically it was my human host who took the hostage not me." "That means you killed the man yourself after driving him crazy!" "We can't help how we're born." "So wait, are you that guy or a new guy?" "Excellent question! One you should perhaps also direct towards Miss Rossi . Normally I'd not interfere but Chameleons tend to eat insects you see."

As for other Imago, I think it'd depend a lot on their type, personality & obsessions, as well as how much destruction they are prone to cause on their own.

Like, Startrain probably has to grudgingly come back to earth and raids a space station to steal all the "space food" & takes off again.

Style Queen just orders the nearest server to bring her food and then maybe doesn't kill them if she thinks they did a tolerable job.

Princess Fragrance sends her loyal lovelies out to collect her food, or has her adoring attendants make her home cooked meals.

You get the idea.

Some of the more rational one's may even be willing to pay people!. Ya know, in theory, an autograph from Anti-Bug counts as money!

XD

[bellyprincess]

My wife says I'm spending too much time with you, but it's only because you're our surrogate. I'd pamper her, but she didn't want to carry our baby because "it'd ruin her figure". What a load of bs. I guess I'll just keep spoiling you, you know, for the baby.

I mean it, just for the baby. It's totally not because you have bigger tits than her. Especially not ones with thick nipples that leak milk all the time. Or because of that fat bellybutton. If she was pregnant and flaunted it like you do, I wouldn't keep my hands off. But you're pregnant, so I'll just keep rubbing my princess's belly.

She didn't want to ruin her perfect figure, and that was fine because my perfect figure was being exactly like this: big, round, and almost painfully swollen with babies. Before we even inseminated me, she wasn't sure about it, judging me for how pudgy and curvy my plus sized body was, but she rationalized that the way my body looked is exactly why she didn't want kids herself. Though there wasn't a lot to complain about, she got her figure, I got mine.

The first few months were fine, and she didn't say anything, but as your big baby grew inside of me, she started with her smart remarks more often. "Are you really supposed to be this big already?" "We're paying you for one baby, not two." "You do know, we're an affluent family, correct? Perhaps you should dress more decently then."

Her words didn't bother me. I had a perfectly healthy, huge baby growing inside of me, and I had you to rub my huge belly and relieve my swollen milky tits from the outside. She complains about you spoiling me and all you have to do is give her a snide comment about how I'm doing what she wouldn't and then she shuts up, allowing you to go back to rubbing over my swollen middle. Watching us, she wants to make a comment about how she doesn't think sucking on my leaking milky tits is an appropriate way to help, but after your last reply, she says nothing.

Now that we're months into the pregnancy, she stews with a feeling of jealousy. She wants to be doted on like that. Her eyes linger on my tits for longer than normal, and it makes me smirk to see her then trail her eyes to my belly, which is truly so big it does look like there's two. Though everytime someone asks how many I have in me, I just tell them that you did such an amazing job with giving me one perfect baby.

She hates the way my belly button is so obscenely popped out, I enter every room belly button first, and each time she watches, her thighs press together. Not to mention the way my nipples are so thick they look like thumbs pressing through my shirts. It almost makes her mad to see how constantly leaky and milky my chest is. Every time she turns around, they're dripping white liquid, and you're more than eager to be so nice and clean them up for me. And then to alleviate the pressure in them too!

The way I waddle has her hands wandering down to her own belly, gently pressing it in a subconscious admittance. She wished she were me. She wished she was as big as I am. She wished you sucked on her tits and played with her belly button like you did for me. Maybe...maybe the next baby she would have! But, a small part of her felt sad at that thought. If she had the next baby, then she wouldn't be able to watch my obscenely fat and swollen figure adapt to carrying your big baby again.

But...perhaps if she asked me to carry the next baby and then just so happened to be off her birth control at the same time... She rubbed her clit faster at the thought of both her and I being so hugely pregnant together. Her orgasm washed over her as her other hand rubbed her perfectly flat belly, wishing that it was already swelling. She decided. Next time, you'd have two very pregnant women to pamper.

[prettyb0ycvnt]

I'm glad I got that pretty little brain turned off! You don't need that after all, do you? Such a sweet little slut should not have to think, you should just look so handsome and pretty for me 😘💕 I always love knowing your reactions to my asks, always helps to paint the perfect image in my mind 😍

Don't worry about those buckling legs, just fall into my hold, such a small prince is so easy to manhandle and hold up for someone like me, at 6'2" I can have you however I please 😘

As your desperate whimpers grow and you push down into my touch, your hips rolling against my throbbing length against your ass, I'd keep that same, low tone as I whisper into your ear again "You need me to touch you directly don't you? You need my thick, rough fingers to fill this soaking boycunt while you grind that needy cock against my palm hmm? My rough hands create such an intoxicating friction for you, don't they?" I'd then pull that hand away gently, as I adjust my other arm to loop under your left arm, over your chest with some firm gropes to your chest before my hand goes right back to your throat, gently bringing your face back to look at mine. The hand that is now pulling your underwear down a little begins to then reach in and palm your tdick as my middle finger slowly pushes into you as I whisper "There you go~ that's a good little faggot, don't worry about staying stood, I'll hold you just like this, let me finger hit right where that pleasure button is and stay right there. This is what you need isn't it?" The moment that my finger sinks as deep as possible into your soaked cunt, it curls up and starts to caress and stroke your G-spot at a steady, but intense pace, my palm pressing firmly onto your cock 😍🤤

I'm glad you feel so normal about me! I feel very normal about you pretty boy 💕 I agree, it is absolutely a crime that I'm not there doing all of this and more to you right now! But your imagination seems to be incredible at making sure you feel everything regardless 😍😘

you're soooo right... there's nothing about my brain that's more impressive than what my body can do >_< !! i don't need to speak or think rationally or any of that,,, all i need to do is keep showing off nd let my reactions do all the talking as i give myself over to you completely :3 it's sooo much better when i'm totally mindless, isn't it ^^ ?

and speaking of being mindless ..,, i read that ur 6'2 and my brain literally bluescreened. godhfhjfjgyhh that's almost a foot taller than me helloooo.... you could literally do anything to me... i'd totally let you hahaha heyyyy twirls hair >_< !?? ahem. I'm so normal (im LYING!!)

auahfhfhhgjhj...,,, god ive read that description about a bazillion times, imagining your touch every single time,, i'm sure i'd melt under it!! the pressure, the fullness, the exhilaration of finally, finally having you where i'd been aching for it for so long? yeah,, yeah. wow. staying upright would be the last thing on my mind that's for sure!! i can just imagine it,, i've never had anyone else's fingers in me but my own, so it'd take a moment for me to get used to it - and fuck, i can only picture how big your hands are in comparison to mine - but i'd quickly adjust!! more than just adjust, actually,, i wouldn't possibly be able to stay still, so i'd rock my hips in time with your movements, only making my body even more electrified... whenever im by myself i instinctively try to stay quiet, but fuck, would it be futile in this situation. it wouldn't be long at all before i'm moaning against you, sounds slipping out of me unrestrained as the sensation within me gets stronger and stronger 😵‍💫😵‍💫 !! a little embarrassing, but i cum pretty fast when i'm alone,, so imagine how quick you'd send me over the edge ? mmm, but don't let that stop you!!! it doesn't matter if i'm shaking or breathless or if the sensations get too much for me to handle - i'd want you to keep going, anyways!! like i said, i'm mindless, your mindless, pretty little pup to use and wring as much pleasure as you can out of in any way you want <3<3 !! any way at all :3

[lunarsilkscreen]

Bot-Farms and Psychological Warfare

"How is China talking to you if you don't have the magic phone!?" Yea... This is going to take explaining. You have to keep in mind everything I've said about Bot-Farms and AI generated content so far.

Millennials are more or less immune to online Psychological Warfare. Because we grew up in the environment all the bots and tactics were developed.

#notallmillenials #butmostofthem

For a while there, and likely for years to come I was given a nickname "Melware" yea; it's why the VTuber Melody changed her name. Also why I picked up LunarMelody for several meme ish reasons and a bit of internet obfuscation.

I got that nickname because I know how to hack the adbots, bot farms, and algorithms; through fairly simple means.

Even without using Tags; which confused quite a lot of people. And probably still does. Because I did it through the most rudimentary ways.

This is part of the reason I was put in cold storage...

And why my life feels like the movie Swordfish. Despite... You know; doing it without making an over-engineered hydra-worm-virus.

It mostly because all the original Internet tactics still work; and also; added backdoors by people made even easier.

Which, honestly; very disappointing. But whatever.

"but how do you talk to China?"

I think you should be more concerned about the "Psychological Warfare". Which, honestly, so much explaining.

Hackers and Ad Companies alter Ads, Feeds, and various things with the help of psychologists; to make people desire certain things at certain times, try to push people to their restaurants, convince them to pay more...

You ever see the Simpsons Cartoon about subliminal programming? Like that but on the internet.

Terrorists and Hackers started figuring out how to include it in "intercepted" communications. Like between you and YouTube. They intercept the video download to your device; change it up with a pre-recorded or Livestream AI fake or alteration; and they can change what you're watching, or what you think you're watching; on the fly.

World governments started to trick themselves into thinking the hackers and terrorists were actually Government Operatives and decided to start doing it themselves in retaliation.

In comes Me;

Several sources started intercepting and interrupting my feeds; boy does it become obvious when several happen back to back to back.

At one point I became targeted by Chinese livestreamers, I think, or maybe Russian ones... And they were altering bits of my feeds trying to get me to do *something*

This is very hard to explain without diagrams, sorry.

Anyway; I had several agencies, hackers, protestors, terrorists, and people begin hijacking my feeds until the NSA took it over.

And in one of those streams they fed me some information that did not translate well; along with the direct message: "Stop Talking about China."

Like any rational being; I began talking more about China, so they asked me to read my AoW book if I was gonna keep talking shit.

So I *did*.

I know this sounds *very* made up. It is not. It's just that clumsy.

A lot of focus is on China about banning Tik Tok right now; and that doesn't even address the problem on our doorstep.

Because YouTube and Social Media feeds can be intercepted and changed on-the-fly by non-affiliated hacker entities.

It's not hard; I even outlined how to do it in my streams. Though... Not explicitly how to hack. If you followed my tutorials on web design; it'd make plain sense.

So yeah; sometimes; my YouTube videos are closer to a Discord chat than... Actual Videos.

Which is cool; but in a "Spy Kids" kind of way that seems... Very low brow... I know so much that it just seems... Very entry-level hacking to me.

Sorry for calling your "Elite Three-Letter hacking" "rudimentary and low brow and entry-level"...

But... It very much is. We said as much as when you begged for all those back doors.

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I keep trying to convince myself that in this playthrough, my Grey Warden has to pick Davrin instead of Harding to lead the other team. He's her comrade in arms, her second in command, her fellow warden, of course she's going to think of him as the one to lead the other team, get the job done and keep everyone safe.

It's not as I see some people think "I pick you because you're the one I don't care I put in danger" but "I pick you because you're a leader and a hero and I trust you with this."

That's the reason why I picked him in my first playthrough. I thought he was the best suited for the job, the one that it made more sense for (my) Rook to trust as the leader of the team, probably more than she trusts herself, the one she knew she could count on for this.

Oh boy, didn't I sob as if my chest were broken.

After that, in my other playthroughs, I've always picked Harding.

I feel so bad because she's lovely and so sweet, and I know people love her, and I do like her, but I don't connect with her in the way I do with Davrin or have the feelings I have with Davrin, and I hate it because I feel super misogynistic speaking like this but I can't help it. And her scene is amazing and very moving, I've cried both times I've had it.

When chosing between Neve and Bellara, I've been more or less alternating, though if I had to pick one, I'd get Neve (and I now it's not the same because in this case there's no death.) Neve has proven through all the game how fiercely protective she is, she steps in front of every magic thrown to hurt Rook and the others, and she's adopted Bellara as her little sister and is so protective of her, I can see her just ignoring Rook even if they pick Bellara and doing it herself to keep Bellara from harm. And all her scene with the "this is my city" is so badass.

But with Davrin I just can't get myself to see him die again. (Again I feel awful speaking like this of Hardin)

But I could see him as Neve, I could try to alternate between him and Harding, I could see him protective as Neve, stepping to be everyone's shield without regards of his life, ready to die for them, because he tried before even if he shouldn't have to, even if he's much more and deserves much more and he should see it and learn it...

...but then there's also Assan. I was not expecting him to go too, I was still confused about what the hell was happening and then Assan just dive in into whatever that pool of blight is. God I felt so awful because he's a baby and much of my responsibility or more than everyone in the team and I got his father killed and I got him killed. I can't bear to see Assan go, it was the same with Manfred, the part of Emmrich quest made me feel so anxious and feel so awful and cry all the time, because Assan and Manfred are innocent, and portrayed as children-like, and they shouldn't be there fighting just because they love their fathers and dying for that and god it felt awful both times (however I do know this is in part due to my own personal grief and not everyone felt the same probably).

So seeing Assan go, just I can't.

And I read Harding has to live because she's to teach dwarves about the Titans and it makes perfect sense, but Davrin has so much to live for too, even this might be more emotional than rational.

There's really not a good choice.

And I feel bad and misogynist because I feel like I pick Davrin because he's attractive, but it's more, I just can't help to feel more for him that for harding and I sound absolutely awful because usually female characters are treated like crap in media and in fandom and here I am picking to kill one, a sweet lovely one, over a man.

I feel like a horrible person and worse woman but I can't help my feelings.

But again I'm trying to convince myself to pick Davrin now.

Because I think it'd make more sense to my Grey Warden to pick Davrin as the leader alongside her, her second in command because he already is.

She'd be devastated though, not only another fellow warden gone, and after he already avoided arch demon death, but also a friend, a comrade in arms, her more trusted (in a different way than her romanced companion), and she knew she should have been her, she wishes it'd have been her, and she'd blame herself forever no matter what fade prison and Varric remnant say.

But I know it makes more sense for her to pick Davrin.

But it's hard.