#i made some with a to. if different spices

[sir-myst-cake]

First post on here and it's a rant!! If you want more cool takes you should totally follow me as I'll be posting here more often and have totally cool art to share‼️‼️

I'm not completely sure how to tag this? I'm talking about the ships in a positive light so I think it's okay, and besides, I want lots of peeps to see it, I'm aware I probably won't change many people's minds at all, but it's okay lol, I just want Anti's to see they genuinely have a nothing burger and need to leave people alone.

This is a mostly TikTok only problem regarding Beast x Ancient's (thank god) but I've seen my fair share elsewhere like on here. So lemme counter every argument I've seen so far cause you got a lot of time on your hands to be telling people to off themselves over Cookie ships 😭 put that hate into people who actually deserve it.

BILLFORD COMPARISON

Regarding ShadowVanilla specifically, people have compared the ship a lot from both sides, but what really got me is what I've seen here:

"Shadow Milk Cookie is way worse than Bill! He drove Pure Vanilla to insanity! He tortured him!"- This is in regards to how people bring up the fact Anti's are fine with one thing but not the other when it's basically the same thing they're against. Psychological, physical, mental, and emotional torture. I'll be honest I haven't watched Gravity Falls whatsoever, but my friend has, and from what she says, yeah Bill is the definition of a cruel and unusual punishment. He's done some crazy things, absolutely heinous, might even be a little worse than Shadow Milk or on the same level, either way though-

You can't like one thing and then not the other, it's different flavors of the same thing, it's hypocritical. Either you hate them both or you hate neither.

"Those are 2 different fandoms!"- Doesn't matter, it's the same thing, just different media, it's not different whatsoever aside from the universe, there's much torture involved on both ends.

ABUSER X VICTIM

This one I've seen A LOT and I'm just ??

"If you ship Beast x Ancient's you support Abuser x victim btw"- That's a STRETCH. You are reaching FAR. Nobody is romanticizing the abuse, nobody is normalizing it, it's stuff that happened in canon and we acknowledge it but nobody is doing any of that other stuff. I'm not condoning anyone in real life to do that shit lol. It's called exploring, they have an interesting dynamic, romantic or platonic, two sides of the same coin. You can say the same thing about horror movies, they put a lot of disturbing stuff in there. Do the movie producers CONDONE any of that stuff? Obviously not. Goes for Devsisters too, they don't condone body mutilation yet they still made Burning Spice rip off Cheese's wings.

But even so, for the people who DO like it for the angst, I won't say fiction doesn't affect reality because it does in many cases, but this isn't one of them. Not every relationship is going to be peachy and perfect, just like in real life. I can give an example on this one too actually.

GoldenLily, they aren't condoning what Lily (technically) did to Golden Cheese's kingdom, but they like it for all the potential, complicated feelings and emotions that come along with it.

Also, that's basically the same thing with Beasts x Ancients, just turn it around to enemies to lovers.

"This isn't Villain x hero, this is abuser x victim"- Are you saying MOST of media is abuser x victim then? This is in fact a typical hero x Villain trope, it's nothing new. Respectfully, you guys freak out when a Villain does villain stuff, I'd be surprised if there was a villain who DIDN'T cause any trauma for the opposing party. But according to this logic, media is just dead, no more fanfiction, no more what ifs, no more content since it's all apparently problematic and not canon. Even if somebody switches stuff up in an AU, and makes things completely fluffy, that's apparently still not enough.

"oh you had to make an AU to ship them because you know it's toxic"- No, it's just playing around with scenarios. Learn to separate fanon from canon. This specifically goes for the redeemed AU's I see of the Beasts, people still complain, they act as if people can't change. One of the biggest examples I have of that is FlutterCord, Discord did plenty of messed up things, but in the end, he still managed to change. You'll still get burned at the stake for it though.

"You must be an abuser yourself to condone this!!"- Extremely disrespectful and a WILDDD take. Need I say more??

"I ship Beast x Beast rather than Beast x Ancient's"- According to your logic, the Beasts are abusers right? And if we followed the same story, they are not mentally well whatsoever. You'd rather ship 2 dangerously mentally unstable characters together who'd just make each other worse? Destroy each other? Fuck each other up beyond belief? It doesn't make sense does it, nor is it fair for y'all to praise these ships but hate on the others. You like watching the cookies crumble huh 😭

CANON

"The ship isn't canon!"- We know that, everyone should know that. With what I said earlier, please learn to separate fanon from canon. That's what a fandom is, we do non-canon stuff, it's very fun, you should try it.

"It's a Proship/Dark ship!"- Going the canon route, Beasts are Eons old, Ancients are thousands of years old. Big gap yes, but nonetheless all of them are old as fuck. Older than bloodlines. Treating the Ancients as if they aren't grown adults. You're intentionally trying to make it weird. Stop calling ships you don't like proships please.

Also a little off topic but please don't listen to everyone you interact with on TikTok?? I remember one time I was scrolling through a comment section and saw somebody say "Doesn't Mystic Flour Cookie hate Burning Spice Cookie?" On a MysticSpice vid, looked in the replies, somebody asked for proof/where it was implied, and they didn't answer 💀 just blatantly spreading misinformation. Sources around you are way more reliable than people who don't back up their claims.

CONCLUSION

Even despite all this, you still have the right to feel how you wanna feel. Just please stop harassing people for simple stuff like this, in all honesty, I feel like it's more about seeing one of your favorite characters shipped with somebody who hurt them in canon that makes peeps upset. Which I can totally understand because I used to be exactly like that, I LIVEEEE for Dark Cacao Cookie, when Mystic Flour's update came out, I wanted her dead. Quite literally blocked someone because I couldn't stand seeing their MysticCao art. Hated what she did to my baby boy fr.

But then It started growing on me, over time, I just realized it was never that serious.

Even so, notice how I still didn't go out of my way to harass said person about it because I specifically didn't like it? It really is that easy. Block and go about your day.

I also suspect this because of stuff like this 💀

Love that person who replied, but it's not that hard y'all. We all can in fact, get along.

ANYWAYSSSS thanks to those who took the time read, I love you my pookies hope you have a good day or night💕💕

[ssbooks]

HEY, WHO WANTS TO MAKE A OC TRAIN!

Ok now that I have your attention, here is what I'm thinking... 

We are going to create the BIGGEST CROSSOVER between everyone’s OC’s. It’s going to be like a relay race between a whole bunch of different writers. Everyone will have an opportunity to add their OC and their part of the story into the mix.

It’s going to be one CHAOTIC MESS! But that's what's going to make it so fun!

How this will work:

I’ll start with my own section of the story.

You’ll continue the story, adding your OC and their perspective.

Leave your part open-ended so the next person can continue.

The more OCs that join, the harder it will be to keep track—good luck! 😆

You can write a single paragraph or a full scene—whatever you’re comfortable with!

All skill levels are welcome! Please join and we want you in!

After you write your tid bit, you can write a few facts about your character, as a reference for other writers

BUT….

Here are some rules to abide by:

Please keep this story clean. I have minors reading this. 

So no swearing, no gore, no spice, just keep it PG. Please!-keep it fun for everyone!

Other than that you are free to take the story in any direction you want! 

Here is the starting point of our adventure. If you wish to join this little fesco, reblog this post, and add your part of the adventure!.

Let the chaos begin!

White nothingness swirled around him, expanding in all directions, erasing any hints of life. The horizon line was blurred, nothing more than a suggestion at this point.

Jordan Waystone stood on what remained of a parking lot, a jagged slab of concrete adrift in the void. Bits of concrete crumbled around the edges. A broken sign clung to the pavement. The colorful letters of the sign were faded and peeling, slowly being claimed by the void. It was like looking at a faded photograph. It was wrong. Everything in here was wrong.

Jordan watched the void. His grey hoodie hung loosely around his frame. The fabric floated around him, along with his headphone cord. A pair of blue ear phones sat comfortably on top of his hair, squashing the tight curly mess. Music played gently through the speakers, and his fingers moved in tune, matching each beat with a drum of his fingers.

"Bloody! They should be here by now," he muttered. His fingers sped up in annoyance. He had timed this. He knew when the void was about to shift. Still, the whiteness persisted. Jordan huffed, pulling his headphones off his ears. The sudden quietness was deafening. He itched to put the headphones back on.

A toy truck floated next to his face. Jordan snagged it out of the air, studying it between his fingertips. It was bright yellow, a stark contrast to his olive skin tone. It was cool to the touch, and he could feel its weight in his palm.

"Strange," he thought.

It must be new. That meant it was near. He was close, so close. Things would be right again. He would make them right. He realized his hand had closed into a tight fist. He opened it, revealing the lorry in his hand. An inscription on the side of the truck caught his eye. It was written in black marker: "Mark, 14." He guessed the number was the boy’s age. He wasn’t much older than he was, Jordan thought with surprise.

He breathed out. Even if it was here, he wouldn’t be able to fight it. He released the toy truck, watching it spin aimlessly into the void.

The void rippled. Jordan’s head snapped up. The dimensions walls moved outwards, like it was made out of liquid.

"Finally," Jordan breathed. He smiled, watching as the void collapsed in on itself, drawing inward into a knot. Creating a small black hole in the center.

Jordan kicked upwards, sending his body toward the rift. The void continued to draw on itself, forming a black dot in the center of the white canvas. Then it exploded outwards, sending ripples across the expanse. Each ripple hit him, sending a tingling sensation along his body. He pushed through drawing closer.

 The knot ripped open. Blue sky tumbled out, and scents of a different world flowed past him. Light, sunlight touched his skin. Something he had almost forgotten the feel of. All of it—so different from his home dimension. And it felt so right. 

A figure tumbled out of the tear. They flailed, their arms spun wildly. They kicked trying to right themselves. 

Jordan floated next to them. The figure jerked away, eyes wide.

"Oi! No need to look so miffed, mate," Jordan said, grinning. "I’m Jordan Waystone, and I need your help."

Jorden way stone:

personality: formal, analytical. usually the calm one but will hold a grudge.

Has a need to make everything right.

He has a problem with things being out of place.

About 16 years old.

likes music

He's not technically part of the novel i'm writing.

But I love him ether way

also he is supposed to be British.

However I am American and did little to no research

[hellfiresky]

Seeing Red: The thin line between entertainment and war

Contribution to @clonexocweek | Theme: Introduction

Ge’tal Solus x Rex is the first clone x oc fic that I have ever made. Their relationship is rough around the edges, and very, very complicated. Ge’tal (Tal/Red) is a reckless, anarchist, exiled Mandalorian, bounty hunter with a big mouth and bigger guns. Rex, of course, is a decorated clone captain who believes in duty but can’t ignore the cracks in the system he serves. They shouldn’t work, and yet - to their own confusion - they do.

This is the story of how they met. And since I’ve posted this a while ago (the work itself is still on progress, we’re at Chapter 30 now!).

NOTE: Seeing Red takes loose inspiration from Fleabag. Yes, Tal occasionally breaks the fourth wall, and yes, there are plenty of Fleabag references sprinkled throughout the early chapters. If you’ve noticed italicised sentences floating between paragraphs, that’s her looking straight at you. Letting you in on the joke, or the existential crisis.

The full fic can be found here.

Summary: Ge'tal Solus, an exiled Mandalorian anarchist, has carved out a life in the depths of Coruscant during the tumultuous Clone Wars. Navigating the galaxy as a bounty hunter and occasional spice runner, she does whatever it takes to survive in the underworld. Despite her disdain for the forces of the Republic, Ge'tal finds herself drawn into the conflict, ironically aiding the very clones she mistrusts. In a galaxy torn by war, can she reconcile her beliefs with her actions?

Pairing: Captain Rex x Ge’tal Solus (Exiled Mandalorian bounty hunter OC) Warnings (applied to the fic as a whole): Lots of swear words, very political, contains political commentaries that mirror real life issues, graphic depictions of violence, canon typical violence, some descriptive sexual content and discussions.

Excerpts of Chapter 8, where the pair met, below the cut!

Taglist: @orangez3st @msmeredithrose

Chapter 8 (middle to end)

They reached the door to the briefing room, and just before they entered, Fives suddenly stopped, turning to face her with a mock-serious expression. “Oh, and one more thing,” he chided.

She narrowed her eyes at him, sensing where this was going. “What now?”

“Don’t flirt with him,” Fives pointed his thumb over his shoulder towards the door. The smirk on his face made it clear he was only kidding, but the look in his eyes held a different intention.

Tal rolled her eyes. “I’m not gonna flirt with—”

But before she could finish her sentence, the door slid open, revealing the figure standing near the holo table, and the words died in her throat. Captain Rex.

“Fucking hell,” she muttered under her breath, eyes momentarily widening as she took in the sight of him.

He stood at the holo table, deep in conversation with Commander Fox and another clone clad in white and orangey-gold armor, clearly another high-ranking officer. His posture was all business - shoulders squared, spine straight, and every inch of him radiating authority. But it wasn’t just the way he carried himself that caught her off guard; it was his appearance. He had the same tanned skin as the rest of the clones, the same sharp features, but there was something about him that made him stand out. Maybe it was the neatly buzzed platinum blonde hair, contrasting against the deep brown of his eyes, which were currently focused intently on the holo display. His face was a study in concentration, and even in the serious atmosphere of the room, there was a calmness to him, a kind of quiet strength that seemed to anchor everyone around him. He was, in a word, striking.

The white armour, marked with the signature blue of the 501st, fit him perfectly - no visible scuffs or dents, like it was freshly polished for the occasion. Yet, it wasn’t pristine; it carried the subtle wear and tear of countless battles, a testament to the man who wore it. Rex had a presence that made you feel like everything was under control, even when the galaxy was falling apart around you.

(Her gaze flicks toward us, a silent “you seeing this?” look in her eyes)

Tal blinked, catching herself staring. This was the guy Fives was worried and seemed to always so excited about? She could see why.

Rex glanced up, his eyes meeting hers for a brief second before shifting to Fives. There was no immediate recognition on his face, just a subtle nod acknowledging their presence as they approached the table.

The room itself was a contrast to the underworld Tal was used to. It was sleek, clean, with walls lined with various displays and tactical readouts. The holo table in the centre projected a detailed map of the underworld, with multiple points of interest highlighted in red—likely the locations where they suspected CIS activity. The room buzzed with low conversations and the quiet hum of technology, the air thick with the weight of whatever mission was being planned.

She quickly noticed two other troopers in ARC armour stationed in the room. One of them was Jesse, who she remembered from that brief encounter at the deli with Fives. He cocked his chin when he saw her. Clearly, he hadn’t forgotten their last run-in.

The other trooper was a dead ringer for Fives—minus the goatee and tattoo that made the ARC stand out. It didn’t take long for her to put two and two together. This had to be his twin, Echo. His face betraying nothing as his gaze shifted between her and Rex.

Fives cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “Captain Rex, Commander Fox, Commander Cody,” he greeted in what Tal thought was a noncharacteristic professional manner. “This is the operative I mentioned - the one I gathered intel on. Everything checked out with her.”

Fox looked at Tal with his usual stern expression. “We’ve met before,” he stated the obvious.

Yeah, no shit, she thought, biting back a snarky reply. The memory of their previous encounters flashed through her mind—especially that time he showed up at her apartment with the job offer. There was a familiarity in his tone, but it was always laced with the same underlying tension that always accompanied their meetings.

Cody gave a brief nod of acknowledgment. But it was Rex who stepped forward, extending a hand to her.

“Ge'tal,” Rex said simply, his voice carrying a calm authority that matched his appearance. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Tal shook his hand. “Call me Red. All good things, I hope,” she tried to sound more confident than she felt. The guy was unnervingly collected.

“Mostly,” Rex replied with a faint smile. “We appreciate you agreeing to help us with this operation.”

Tal shrugged, glancing awkwardly around the room at the holo display. “Credits are credits, right?”

Rex’s smile was quicly replaced by a scowl. “This is more than just credits, Red. The situation in the underworld is getting out of hand. We need someone who knows the terrain, the people, and the dangers better than anyone else. That’s why we’re involving you.”

“So, what’s the plan?”

Fox stepped in. “We’ll be conducting a series of covert operations across the lower levels. You’ll be working directly with Captain Rex here. He’ll brief you on the specifics.”

Did he just order Rex? So, commanders are higher than captains. Got it, Tal mentally noted. She had always thought it was the other way around. This base visit was full of new things, most of them revolving around military hierarchy. Fucking yikes. The whole concept made her skin crawl; she’d spent years running from anything resembling a chain of command, and now she was neck-deep in it.

She locked her attention back to Rex, who was already pulling up a more detailed map on the holo table. From the way he moved, and his little micro expressions - it was clear this wasn’t just another assignment for him; it was something he lived and breathed.

“Of course, he will,” she muttered under her breath, realising that this mission might be a lot more complicated and interesting than she had initially thought.

And here I was thinking I’d just shoot a few people and be done with it.

Before Rex could start the briefing, Fives stepped closer to the holo table, catching her eye. He gave her a slight smirk, then turned to his commanding officer with a professional demeanour that almost seemed at odds with the smirk that still lingered on his face.

“Sir, Jesse, Echo, and I are scheduled to depart in a few hours for Ossus,” Fives reported. Rex nodded before turning to Cody and Fox. “There are rumours of a hidden Separatist presence on Ossus. Intel suggests Count Dooku established a base there years ago, and we can’t risk the Separatists getting their hands on anything valuable. General Skywalker sent a contingent of ARC troopers to investigate the so-called ‘Ossus conspiracy,’” he paused, addressing the ARC troopers directly, “Recover what you can. Once you have proof, call in the airstrike.

Cody, standing just to the side, shook his head in frustration. “Seems like we’re always chasing ghosts with this kind of intel. Ossus might be another wild bantha chase.”

“Whether it’s ghosts or not, we can’t ignore it. The Jedi don’t take rumors about lost artifacts lightly.” Rex looked at Fives. “And neither should we.”

“Never do, sir.” Fives smirked.

Fox, who had been quietly observing the exchange, crossed his arms and spoke up. “Meanwhile, we’ve got our own mess to deal with on Coruscant. The underworld’s been heating up, and the Syndicates aren’t making it easy for the Guard to keep things under control. We’re stretched thin.”

“Which is why it’s crucial this one gets investigated before they can do more damage. I’m counting on you three - and the rest of the contingent—to get it done quickly and cleanly.” Rex sighed.

Echo straightened up. “Won’t let you down, sir.”

Tal scowled at Fives, the look on her face clearly saying, Why the fuck are you leaving me alone here with them? She wasn’t exactly thrilled about the idea of being stuck with a bunch of commanders whilst he went off on his mission.

“You’ll be fine,” Fives mouthed to her, flashing that damn cocky grin of his.

Tal rolled her eyes and mouthed back, “Asshole,” which only made Fives chuckle as he followed his brothers out of the room. 

She turned her attention back to the holo table, where Rex was now explaining the details of the operation. His voice was calm, steady, but there was a familiar roughness to it - this was a man who’d seen his fair share of battles and wasn’t about to let anything slip through the cracks. “Here’s the situation,” Rex began, his eyes focused on the holo display. “We’ve identified several key locations in the lower levels where we suspect CIS agents are operating. These are places with no obvious syndicate ties, which makes them harder to trace and even harder to infiltrate.”

Tal leaned in to study the map. The areas he pointed out were familiar to her - places she’d either worked in or passed through on various jobs. “And you want me to do what exactly? Sniff them out like a gundark and report back?”

Rex’s eyes met hers. “I want you to use your connections, your knowledge of the underworld, to get us the intel we need. These agents are slippery, and they’re good at covering their tracks. We need someone who knows how to navigate that world, who can get close without raising suspicion.”

“Party,” Tal said dryly.

Cody joined in, his manner carrying a diplomatic edge that reminded Tal of those troopers in the GAR propaganda commercials. Oh wait, is he that dude? “This isn’t just about gathering intel. It’s about cutting off their resources, disrupting their operations, and if necessary, taking them out. We can’t afford to let them gain any more ground.”

“You’re really pulling out all the stops, huh? I’m surprised you’re trusting this to a small-time bounty hunter like me.” Tal let out a low whistle.

Rex’s gaze softened a fraction. “Your portfolio, based on Fives’ report, says otherwise. We wouldn’t be here if we didn’t believe you could do this.”

She huffed, trying to mask the flicker of surprise at his words. “Really?” The word slipped out before she could stop herself, and for a moment, her tough exterior cracked. She wasn’t in this game to make a name for herself like so many others. Bounty hunting was just another job, a means to an end. Her ex-clan had trained her well, Reaper Unit had sharpened those skills, and she was good at what she did—but she didn’t see herself as exceptional. Hearing Fives’ findings was unexpected, almost unsettling.

But she quickly pushed that thought aside, “Well, I guess your standards must be slipping, Captain.” Rex didn’t rise to the bait. “Our standards are higher than you might think. We’ve reviewed Fives’ intel thoroughly, and your track record speaks for itself. And you’re exactly the help that we need right now.” Tal leaned back slightly, crossing her arms as she studied the map displayed in front of her. “So, what’s the catch? You know how things work down there. The hypothetical operations you’re asking me to target... They’re not gonna go down easy.”

“We’re aware of the risks, Red. We’re not sending you in blind. You’ll have the support you need, and we’ll be monitoring your progress closely.” Rex’s gaze didn’t waver. And to her surprise, Tal held his gaze for a moment longer than she intended. There was something about Rex that made her want to actually do this job right - maybe it was the way he looked at her like she was more than just another mercenary. “Anything else I need to know?”

“You’ll be reporting directly to Rex. He’ll be your point of contact for this operation.” Fox stepped forward, clearly having waited for the right moment to reassert himself.

So, just like what Fives said? But she couldn't help but bark at Fox, gosh, she could not stand that motherfucker. “Directly to Rex, huh? I thought I’d be dealing with one of your lackeys, Fox.” 

Fox’s jaw tightened, but before he could spit out a retort, Rex cut in smoothly. “We need this operation to run as efficiently as possible, and that means direct communication. No middlemen. That’s why I’m your point of contact.”

Rex tapped a few buttons on the holo table, bringing up a more detailed map of the Coruscant underworld and its layers, its labyrinthine network of streets and districts illuminated in shades of blue and red. Tal’s eyes scanned the map, her mind already working to decipher the patterns and potential routes, noting the various areas marked as hotspots.

"Alright," Rex began. He pointed to several key locations on the map. "The mission is simple in concept but complex in execution. We’ve identified several areas in the underworld where CIS activity has been suspected. Your task is to infiltrate these locations, gather intel on any Separatist agents, and report back. The reporting system is straightforward; you’ll have a secure channel directly to me and Commander Fox will be carbon copied. You’re expected to check in at specific intervals, as outlined in your contract. Any deviation from the schedule, and we’ll assume something’s gone wrong."

"Assume?" Tal muttered under her breath, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "So what, you gonna send a rescue squad if I’m late?"

"Let’s just say, we’ll have contingencies in place. But I’d prefer it if you stayed on schedule. The underworld is unpredictable enough without adding unnecessary risks."

"Yeah, I know the drill," Tal replied, her gaze still fixed on the map. 

Cody glanced up from the map, sweeping the room with his brown eyes before settling on the group.

Included.

"I’ve got to brief my men for our mission to Felucia. We’re pushing to clear out the remaining droid presence in the fungal forests there. Should be a nasty fight, but nothing the 212th can’t handle." He eyed Rex. "You know how those damn spore patches can mess with our equipment. We’ll have to stay on our toes."

"Good luck out there, Cody," Rex said, "stay safe."

With that, Cody left the room, leaving Rex, Tal, and Fox alone. Rex continued, "As for my role, I’ll be coordinating the operation from the surface. I won’t be going down with you, but I’ll be monitoring everything closely. You’ll have a support team on standby if things get too hot. But remember, we’re relying on your expertise to navigate the underworld effectively."

Tal eyed Fox, who had been listening intently. The Commander of the Coruscant Guard stepped forward, his expression hardened as he began offering his input. "We’ve already set up surveillance in the key areas, mostly droids and undercover operatives. We’ve mapped out the territories controlled by the major crime syndicates, and we’ve got intel on the safe zones—places where you can lay low if things go south."

"Safe zones? Down there? Please. That area," she pointed to a section Fox had marked, "is a front for a trafficking ring. You think that’s safe? Unless you want to be sold to the highest bidder." Tal couldn’t help but snort at that.

Fox frowned. The marshal commander of the Coruscant Guard was definitely not pleased with the correction. "We’ve had our eyes on it, and nothing’s flagged it as dangerous."

"Then your eyes need checking," Tal shot back, arms crossed. "I’ve spent more time in the underworld than you’ve spent in that shiny armour. Trust me, some of these so-called safe zones are anything but."

Rex raised a hand to diffuse the tension. "That’s why you’re here, Red. We need your expertise to avoid pitfalls like that. We’re trusting you to call the shots when you’re down there. Just make sure you’re feeding the information back to us. This mission hinges on accurate intel."

"Fine," Tal muttered, feeling a bit more validated. "But if I’m calling the shots, you better be ready to deal with how I do things."

Fox seemed ready to argue again, but Rex cut him off with a sharp glance. "We understand. But we need results. Do things your way, but remember, we’re all on the same side here."

"Same side," Tal repeated sceptically. "Right."

Rex ignored her, pointing to another section of the map. "We suspect that some of these hotspots are linked directly to the Separatists. They’ve been funnelling funds into businesses and organisations that, on the surface, look clean. But dig a little deeper, and it’s a different story. Your job is to find those connections and trace them back to the source."

Tal studied the areas he highlighted, her mind already mapping out potential routes, contacts, and risks. It wasn’t going to be easy, but then again, nothing ever was in the underworld. "I can do that," she said finally. 

Fox, still looking slightly irritated by Tal’s earlier correction, crossed his arms again. "We’ll be monitoring your progress. If you need backup, you’ll have it. But keep in mind, this isn’t just about hitting a target and moving on. We need to dismantle their network piece by piece."

"Deal," Tal shrugged. She was ready to dive into the underworld - her world - and do what she did best. But this time, with the Republic watching, things were going to get even more complicated.

Fox gave Tal a pointed look as he reminded her, “And make sure you write your reports and submit them to Rex, per contract. We’re expecting full accountability on this, Ge’tal Solus.”

Tal sighed, rolling her eyes at the mention of her actual name, nodding reluctantly. The concept of writing a formal report was about as appealing to her as following the law - both foreign and irritating. She didn’t even know where to start with something like that. Paperwork? Really?

As Fox turned to leave, he paused at the door, glancing back at her with that same stern expression. “And, Ge'tal, I’m serious. We’re trusting you with this. Don’t make us regret it.”

With that, he was gone, leaving an air of tension hanging in the room.

Rex turned and grabbed something from a cabinet behind him, walking over to where she stood. “Here,” he said, extending a GAR-issued datapad towards her. “This should make things easier for you. Don’t worry too much about the reports - they’re not expecting a tactical debrief from you. Just focus on gathering intel. You’re not a soldier, and we’re not asking you to be one.”

Tal took the datapad, flipping it over in her hands as if it might bite her. “An outline would be helpful. The hell do they want me to say? ‘Dear diary, today I shot some seppie-loving scumbags and didn’t get blown to bits. The end.’”

Rex couldn’t help but chuckle at that, shaking his head. “Not quite. Keep it simple. What you found, where you found it, and how it ties into the bigger picture. The more details, the better, but we’re not looking for a novel. Just enough to keep us in the loop.”

“Fox’s men have been poking around just fine a few months back. I saw them after my, apparently, infamous riot against the Corries at that dive. What changed? Did something go sideways?” Tal looked up at him.

Rex sighed, his gaze briefly shifting to the holo map before returning to her. “The situation’s escalated since then. The Separatists have tightened their grip, and the underworld’s become more unpredictable. Fox’s men can handle the topside, keep things in check up there, but down in the lower levels? It’s a different game. The Corries made their presence known, but that was a one-time show of force. Now, we need subtlety. The kind of work that can only be done by someone who knows the terrain, the people, and the way things operate down there. Make them talk.”

Tal nodded, half-listening, half-thinking. “What about the underworld cops? Wait... Are those even sentients? Or are they just droids?”

Rex raised an eyebrow at her question. He could tell her curiosity was genuine. “Mostly sentients, but there’s a mix. The underworld cops are a breed of their own - most are just as crooked as the criminals they’re supposed to be policing. The others? Overworked, underpaid, and trying to keep their heads above water in a place that’s drowning in corruption. And yeah, they’ve got some droid units, but those are mostly used for grunt work, patrols, simple enforcement. Nothing that requires real thinking or negotiation.” “Oh, if you only knew the brutality those sleemos are doing down there,” Tal muttered under her breath momentarily. 

Rex’s expression tightened. “I’ve heard stories,” he said quietly. 

Tal groaned. “Stories don’t cover the half of it, Rex. The lower you go, the more twisted it gets. Those so-called cops? They’re just as likely to break a bone as they are to take a bribe. Hell, some of them do both, depending on the day. They don’t ask questions, don’t hesitate - just follow orders, no matter how fucked up those orders are.” Tal raised her eyebrows. “Why even bother with them?”

“They have their uses,” Rex replied pragmatically. “They know the streets, and they can handle the low-level stuff that doesn’t warrant our attention. But when it comes to real threats—the kind that could tip the balance in this war—we can’t rely on them. Too many of them are bought and paid for by the syndicates or worse. And that’s where you come in.” “So, you’re the one who keeps the big picture in focus while I do the dirty work?”

“Something like that,” Rex nodded. 

The First Battle Memorial loomed in the dusky evening, its warm, bronze glow casting an eerie light across the plaza. As Rex and Tal approached, the weight of its towering presence bore down on them both-but especially Tal, reminding her of how distant her world felt from the relentless brutality of the war up here. The sheer size of the monument, towering over the two, whispered stories of the first fallen clones, a haunting presence that lingered in the air like unspoken grief. 

For once, she didn’t make a snarky comment. Instead, she fell silent, her gaze briefly lingering on the names - no, numbers - etched into the cold stone. The gravity of the war, which often felt like an abstract concept amidst the everyday survival of the lower levels, weighed heavily in the air. She’d seen death and violence in the underworld - brutal, personal, and often senseless - but this was different. It wasn’t just about survival or territory; it was a collective loss, a shared pain that resonated through the sterile halls of the base. These weren’t just casualties of war; they were brothers, identical faces with unique lives, wiped out in an endless, gruelling conflict.

For a moment, the reality of it all struck her harder than she’d expected. These clones, no, men, bred for battle, had their identities reduced to numbers - memorialised in the most impersonal way possible. Yet, the weight of their sacrifice was undeniable, something that even someone like Tal, who had long become numb to the daily grind of death in the underworld, couldn’t easily brush off.

Rex noticed her uncharacteristic silence but didn’t comment on it. Instead, he led her through the hall, making small talk as they walked. “So, how long have you been working in the underworld?” he asked.

“Too long,” Tal replied with a smirk, though her thoughts were still half-focused on the memorial they’d just passed. The smirk was her defence, a shield she threw up to keep the weight of that hall from sinking too deep. “But the deeper you go, the more clueless people are. Most of them have no idea there’s even a war happening, let alone that the Republic and Separatists are at each other’s throats. Hell, most of them have never even seen the sun.”

Rex frowned. “That’s hard to imagine. Up here, it feels like the war is everything - like it’s the only thing.”

“Yeah, well, it’s a different world down there,” Tal said, shrugging. “People are just trying to get by, to survive. They don’t have time to worry about politics or who’s winning what. It’s all about the next meal, the next score, the next way to keep themselves alive. The war? It’s just noise to them. Background noise that doesn’t affect their daily life.”

Rex nodded thoughtfully, clearly taking her words to heart. “It’s easy to forget how isolated parts of the galaxy can be. We get so caught up in the fight, in the day-to-day battles, that we forget there are people who don’t even know it’s happening.”

“Or don’t care,” Tal chuckled. “Down there, it’s all about survival. The war might as well be happening in another galaxy for all they care. They’ve got their own battles to fight - against hunger, against trafficking, against the gangs, against the damn planet itself sometimes.” she paused for a moment, gazing across the numbers in front of her. 

“You should come play sometime. See for yourself,” she continued, but there was a clear intention of something deeper - maybe a challenge, maybe a dare.

Rex’s gaze flicked back to her, studying her expression for a moment. There was something in her voice that piqued his curiosity about the complex reality she lived in, one he could only glimpse from where he stood. He knew the underworld from reports, from briefings, from stories told by troopers who had ventured too far down. He went there several times, but he’d never truly experienced it - the raw, unfiltered chaos that was life on the lower levels. The way she said it, like it was all just a game, threw him off balance. He wasn’t used to thinking of the war in those terms - of survival being a twisted kind of play.

“Is that an invitation?” Rex asked.

“I wouldn’t call it an invitation, more like a warning. You might find it harder to leave once you’ve been down there. It’s not just the place—it’s the people, the way they live, the way they fight for every damn scrap. It’s addictive, in a way. You see it enough times, you start to wonder if there’s any point in trying to change it.”

Rex’s curiosity gave way to understanding. “I think I already know that feeling,” he said, his voice carrying the weight of someone who’s spent too many years in the trenches of war. “Every battle, every campaign, it’s like we’re just pushing the boulder up the hill, only to watch it roll back down again. But we keep going, because... what else can we do?”

Tal glanced at him, seeing something familiar in his eyes - a kind of weariness, but also a determination that hadn’t been snuffed out yet. It was the look of someone who’d seen too much, but kept going because stopping wasn’t an option. She understood that look; she saw it in the mirror every day.

“Yeah, I get it,” she muttered, more to herself than to him. “The underworld... it’s a different kind of war, but a war all the same. You survive or you don’t. And sometimes, surviving means playing the game, even when you don’t want to.”

They were both caught in their own cycles, she realised—his driven by duty, hers by the need to survive in a galaxy that seemed to care less and less about people like her.

As they neared the exit, Rex hesitated for a moment before speaking again, his tone more cautious this time. “Listen, Red, I wanted to ask you something—about you and Fives.”

“What about us?”

“I’ve heard… things,” Rex admitted, choosing his words carefully. “I just need to make sure that whatever’s going on between you two doesn’t interfere with the job.”

“You mean the part where we fuck like it’s a recreational sport? Don’t worry, Captain. I keep my work and play separate.” Tal chuckled. 

Rex shook his head. “Just making sure. Fives is a good soldier. Don’t distract him too much.”

“I know where the line is.”

“Good. Stay safe out there, Red. We’re counting on you.” he said, looking down at her with those intense brown eyes.

“Always,” she replied, and this time, she meant it.

[motheyes]

discovering the bounty of lentils

[twice-in-a-blue-moon]

when solomon has sex with you for the first time, he makes sure to absolutely worship your body. during the first kiss scene with him, he said he's been waiting for a chance to do it. so with this, he's going to make sure his patience will pay off. not an inch of your skin will be unloved by him. it may have taken so long, but the end result will be perfect as the two of you are satisfied, love growing by the second

(Ooh, thank you for the food, anon!! Solomon's first kiss scene will forever have my heart) Reader is GN! :)

Minors DNI!

"Why don't you come just a little closer?"

You shift a little closer until there's no space between you two on the bed, and his lips are back on yours. His hand comes up to cradle your jaw, softly rubbing his thumb along to solidify in his mind that you are here and that this is happening.

Somehow, miraculously, he finally got you alone...and you want him too.

Though he fears he'll get too eager and move too fast for your liking, leading to crossing a boundary or scaring you away. So, he's careful, treating you as if you were glass, slow to do anything more than kiss you like this. Truthfully, he could just do this all night and he'd still be over the moon. But he can't deny in his heart the need for more.

His hand on your jaw slowly slides down your neck, simply letting his fingertips brush against the sensitive skin. It's warm, and he can feel your pulse thrumming just beneath. He wonders how it would feel against his lips.

Solomon reluctantly pulls away from your lips, leaning down to instead kiss along the column of your neck. It elicits a soft gasp, and he feels giddy that he can get such a cute response from you. It only serves him to want to hear more. A secondary motive.

With each article of clothing he removes from your body, he falls deeper in love as he sees his person bared completely to him. It signifies the trust you've built together. And he'll do everything to never lose it - a promise he quietly makes to himself.

From your neck, he lavishes kisses along your collarbones, down both of your arms, your shallowly rising and falling chest, your soft stomach, all the way down to your naval. Any further is iffy territory and he wants explicit permission before he does anything more.

Through a husky tone, he asks, "is this okay? Can I continue?"

Your approval and reassurance are resounding. The weight of worry eases a little, but he's still tentative to continue. He wants you to feel good. He wants this first time with you to be perfect. He can't help it, he's an ancient sorcerer in love for the first time in a very long time...if ever.

So, slowly, he ventures onward to where he sees the obvious impact he's had on you tonight. His talented silver tongue makes you squirm on the bed, your hands tangling in his soft locks as his name tumbles out of your mouth like a prayer. The taste of your sweet arousal is something he fears he could get addicted to.

Solomon can feel his own arousal growing past anything he's ever experienced before. He didn't know he had the capacity to feel so needy for someone else. Good lord, just what are you doing to him?

Once he feels he's prepped and pleasured you enough with his tongue and dexterous fingers, he pulls away to finally undress and bare himself to you. His eyes shift away nervously as he feels you studying his body now. He knows his skin is marred from centuries of living; the countless pact marks, scars he doesn't remember the stories of, and burns from experiments gone wrong. He's never felt self-conscious like this before, but it's another product of what you do to him.

When you sit up on the bed, crawling to him to brush your fingers along his skin, it takes his breath away. You aren't afraid to explore him. Tracing his pact marks, kissing his imperfections, never once showing disgust like he might've thought.

No, only care.

Solomon gently chases you back down onto the bed, crawling over your excited form with smiles and giggles exchanged in the otherwise quiet room. Once again, he gets your staunch permission before continuing. And once again, you reassure him that this is what you want. Any lingering doubt subsides, and with that, he lines himself up with your entrance and slowly slides in, letting you adjust once he's fully settled within you.

"D-Deus meus..."

His forehead rests against yours as his breathing turns ragged, reveling in how goddamn good you feel around him. It takes all of him to be patient, but he waits for your signal, and once he has it, he doesn't hesitate to start moving.

His hips snap against yours in deep, measured thrusts. Passionate kisses are shared, soft moans and grunts fill your ears, and his hands never once stop exploring your body. The love he gave it earlier wasn't nearly enough.

There's no rush. It's not frantic - it's not even desperate. It's slow and intimate as he guarantees you both feel good in this one moment of solitude.

Solomon isn't even thinking about afterwards or what those brothers might say. He's fully entranced by you. He makes love to you as if it's the last time he ever will.

Soon he brings you both to a mind-shattering orgasm. His body shudders above yours as he buries his face in your neck. The way you clench around him makes him consider asking for a second round. Though, he wants to take a break more - to love and care for you as needed. As carefully as he can, he pulls out, already missing being enveloped by you and your sweet body. The second his fatigued self hits the bed, you instantly cuddle up to him, locking him in place for the foreseeable future.

To say he's a little shocked is an understatement. Sure, you both just shared a moment of passion and pleasure, but there was still some part of him that wondered if you really wanted him. For you to take the initiative to cuddle up to him in the afterglow touches his heart. Solomon wraps his arms around you, humming at the shared warmth between your sweaty bodies and shielding you from the world outside of this room.

Tonight you're his. And he knows he'll always be yours.

[flovoid]

[colorfuldream]

Okay so I've seen it a few times now and there are people who genuinely believe the Squid Sisters have the least content out of every group. I mean, I get forgetting Deep Cuts but the Squid Sisters do have as much as Off The Hook. Sure, OTH is starting to look like favorites now but the SS aren't left behind. Here's an itemized list:

They're in every main story mode. They have three whole games about them. The concept of story mode revolves around them. Just because they aren't proactive in them doesn't make it not count. Their quips and banter are what made us care and learn about them. It did flesh them out. They don't have to actively help to be main characters and receive development. The only game you could argue that is Splatoon 3 but it has a writing problem in general. It did close their story, subtle but interesting and well-written (for what Splatoon is), across the three games.

A short story. They're the only ones who have that. That has insane development, providing a lot of details about them. Like, that's a MAJOR thing that's lore-dumping so many things.

They're in almost every concert. They're in all but two concerts. They're canon too. This gives them a lot of presence in the franchise.

Lots of illustrations. Makes sense. Of course they are with how long they've been around. Still an important sign that they're a major part of the franchise (obviously, the main story is about them). It's always nice to see them in different situations anyways. They also get some lore out of them, fleshes them out and whatever. Which brings me to my next point.

Different outfits. It's not only giving us a sense of how they dress, but it's telling a story. Said it before but, for example, we know Marie likes dressing up for Story Mode and be a mentor of some sort. If you pull that string, you can get that she's someone who puts on a façade depending on the occasion and likes teaching/guiding people, her idea of mature and cool is a traditional outfit from her hometown.

Special Fest variants. Yes, they all do. However, the thing that differentiates them is that this is outside their game and, even though they were mostly reskins, they did get fully new outfits and hairstyles which neither other groups did.

Technically, they got a DLC. Even if it's the old hub and basically promo for Side Order.

They're in Smash Bros. That's not nothing. They're not spirits, they're full-on assist trophies. They better be in it honestly, but it's still something they have over the other two groups. It solidifies their status in the franchise.

Many songs, including remixes. Obviously, but they're also on the Splatfest list which never happened before outside of special events. They started it in Splatoon 2's Final Fest and started it in Splatoon 3's regular Fests. They're trend setters! Which leads me to...

Boss Fight. Final Boss, even. Callie started it. Literally. She fought us. The fact that she was The Final Boss™ puts her above the others. They wish they were her.

Solos. They did it first. They've also got not one but two mash-ups of their solos so it gotta count. I would argue that theirs are special too as they're meant to be solo pieces while the Anarchy Poisons are always put together be it on the soundtrack or the concerts. They were made to, and it's lovely, as Deep Cut's continuing the trend OTH's set: a united group that values each other and their work over fame. Their music is made to be together. Anarchy Rainbow and its Poisons is just that, something that's all of them, always. They were also fused in every live version, and the in-game live version, unlike Tide Goes Out and Bomb Rush Blush. These were forcefully mashed up as each sang over the other, desperately trying to drown out their will and win this fight. It's only now, years later, that they get an unexpected mash-up, joyful and harmonious —which in a way is a part of their story, them reclaiming this song as they bring their solos together. The Squid Sisters are working for themselves, they now do whatever they want with their careers and what they sing, how they sing, when they sing is up to them and only them.

They're the end credits of every game. Special mention to Splatoon 3 that just sacrifices its own idol group for them. Unlike Splatoon 2, Deep Cut was involved in Story Mode and for all the 10 minutes they spent in it, the end credits should have been theirs as they sure as hell didn't get a DLC. Their equivalent was a last minute addition at that, unceremoniously added later on without much spotlight. Jeez, they could have had a second collab song instead or something!

They've got the final battle song for every game. Makes sense because it's their story and their games, it's the culmination of their work every single time. Unlike the credits, they at least shared the spotlight with Deep Cut... Hey, if Marie's their boss, doesn't that make her a part of their group or vice-versa? She better be, she's the one handling their paperwork after all (poor woman, it's a mess too and they're not spending wisely. Shouldn't have been talking about becoming a manager, Marie, you're getting roped up in too much silliness and Callie won't help).

Participation in 2 Final Fests. By that, I mean actually having a team and representing it. Otherwise, they're involved in every Final Fest.

Merch. I mean why wouldn't they have some?? But it had to be added. Special note for the concert CD and special edition. I guess I'd put there the interview bit Marie conducted in Splatoon 3's soundtrack bonuses. That's another bit of trivia/insight on her work. The Nintendo Magazine interviews also count as they're relevant to their characters.

Their song is a major part of their world and franchise. Calamari Inkantation has a special place in the lore and the franchise. It's THE song but also THEIR song.

4 amiibos. They might not give their outfits (which I kinda like because I'm not fond of how they did it for the others) but they give out gear related to their story, the game, and that we should have gotten. At least they're fixing that flaw I guess.

Storyline during the Splatfests. Not sure if it should be added but it did culminate into long lasting conflict between the two of them and started their storyline. Since it's missing in Splatoon 3, I think it should be noted. It fleshes them out and makes them feel a bit more alive, like they're affected by the results.

Most of these could apply to Off The Hook too. My point is that the Squid Sisters haven't been neglected, not from Nintendo's point of view. They're more than included, arguably the stars of Splatoon 1 and 3. The thing is that Off The Hook is the fan favorite right now so most of our attention is on them, not the others. The Squid Sisters have also been so ingrained in the franchise that we're used to it. We readily accepted they would be the stars of Splatoon 3 because they took over most of Splatoon 2 until Octo Expansion. We assumed the other two groups would get DLCs, or that Deep Cut would be involved in OTH's like in the Main Story, only to realize that Nintendo didn't give a damn and gave the spotlight to OTH alone in an attempt to replicate what Splatoon 2 did. Obviously, once we got over Side Order, we kinda realized this was unfair and that there was favoritism. It didn't help that OTH was featured in regular battles and that Splatoon 2 and 3 handled Splatfests differently, with special events and work done to the idols. We've come a long way since the first game, which itself had changed plenty during its time, so it feels unfair that the Squid Sisters didn't benefit from what the others got or for as long. That doesn't mean they didn't get a lot and weren't the favorites for a long time.

Now, I'm gonna address the thing that made me write this in the first place:

They do have a story and development. Just because it wasn't in your face doesn't mean it didn't happen.

Up until Splatoon 3, the story wasn't as obvious as it could be when it came to the idols. Marina's background is clear-cut, because you cannot be too subtle about it, but apart from some big lines, it wasn't directly stated, nor was her development in Octo Expansion (it's heavily linked to Agent 8 and the Octavian but the fact that she comes to be comfortable in what species she is and overcomes her fear of being found out and rejected should count as a story). She's fascinating and it's important to the world.

But that doesn't leave the Squid Sisters flat and boring. They had an arc! Them slowly resenting each other because of their time as Splatcast anchors, because they were always pit against each other, because of the way being an idol works, is a story in itself. It was bad enough to get Callie to free Octavio, who's a terrible, dangerous person as far as she knew then, and go to the Octarians, poor, underground enemies. The Hypno-Shades are more like heavily suggesting you to obey, we know that Callie had some sort of free will to put glitter, of all things, into their ink. She also was fully conscious of her actions when freeing Octavio, and we know this guy isn't a mastermind and world class manipulator. Marie wasn't doing much better, working a lot and being stressed. Fame drove them apart and broke Callie down to the point of going to people who wanted hers dead. She freed a war criminal. Once Marie saved her, mostly from her own despair, they decided to do their own thing. They didn't need fame or their careers. Family was more important. Tidal Rush was their solos crashing against each other, not listening and trying to sing over the opponent, until Marie blasted on a song that meant the world to them. The hymn of sea kind. The song that they won that fateful contest with when they were young, the reason why their dream came true. The song that they sang when safinf their dear grandpa, powerful enough to make Octolings give up everything and try to join the surface. A beautiful memory. Something that was theirs. And so they sang. Together. "I remember everything!" The innocent days they practiced for the contest, the terrifying ride to Inkopolis, the nervousness of their first Splatcast. But they were together. She wasn't alone. Marie had always been on her side. Neither of them wanted this. If it had been up to them, nobody would have compared them to each other. They wouldn't have been choices for their last Splatfest. It's a certain kind of cruel to ask which of the two teenage girls was the better one. Callie wasn't angry at Marie, she was angry at the system. She felt awkward, self-conscious, worthless because of her status as a celebrity, because she as a person didn't matter. Her comfort? Who cares. Take the photos, sing the songs, be careful to be perfect. She was overworked, isolated, and the only person she could count on was put in the same position and told she was a competitor.

Fresh Start is the two of them reconnecting away from show business. Going back to their roots. They stop being idols afterwards, they don't sing much anymore. They get their own careers. Callie slowly finds the strength to be in the spotlight after so long and goes back to acting, unlike Marie this seems to be more of her thing. Marie keeps on with her podcast, now using it to hype Callie up. Splatoon 3 even shows us that Callie is some sort of spokesperson, announcing that an Inkopolis stage will undergo reconstruction. She's rebuilding her career on her own and making it her own. The Squid Sisters, while some of the most people in the world, weren't recognized in the Splatlands. Sure, Shiver and Frye probably didn't give a damn about Inkopolis musicians but Big Man is a fan, he's even showed them their music, and he still didn't recognize them. They're known for their music, their names possibly for themselves. Splatoon 3 is the only game not to give them a story, even its details don't imply much. But the previous two games did.

It's a story of two girls who got famous too soon, too suddenly, and got eaten by showbusiness. It's two young women taking their power back and breaking free from the idol life. It's a family that managed to heal from the damage fame caused over the years.

I dunno but I think it's beautiful and I'm a sucker for stories that criticize being an idol and family coming together. The Squid Sisters' entire thing was being idols, that's their entire concept, especially identical ones which is dehumanizing enough. It's fitting and not something you'd expect out of Splatoon of all places but it's the kind of franchise that gets surprisingly deep and dark in its smallest details.

No, they're not neglected or underdeveloped. Their story is there, just not as flashy as you'd expect. Their presence is something we're so used to that we don't clock it anymore, moreso when the other group gets attention too. Splatoon 3 didn't handle the writing well, as fun and silly as it gets, and it shows in a lot of ways. It's easy to go "so what was the point of the Squid Sisters being there?" when the story didn't bother doing anything with them for once but they weren't the only one neglected nor did they not get content in other ways!

[commsroom]

it is a little funny to me that zach valenti is a vegetarian and seems generally health conscious, considering that doug eiffel is... not that. the opposite of that, even. eiffel would say french fries should count as a vegetable. eiffel thinks ham & pineapple pizza covers all necessary food groups. eiffel has a meat & carbs & grease based diet, sustained by a quick metabolism and an iron stomach. and he is like aggressively american; eiffel is the guy they make novelty fast food items for. there is nothing in this world he wants more than a burger that is also a pizza. doritos® locos tacos and baja blast. that radioactive looking flamin' hot cheetos mac and cheese? he would eat that. no question. that guy loves koolaid flavors that don't even resemble artificial fruit.

[cheesuschristman]

oc sketchies ^_^

he just a silly stupid robot with skin :3 (no he did not cyn murder drones his way to getting the skin)

any pronouns for this goob :P

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

someone in the makeup department playing "how much bigger can I make Daryl's scar each episode until someone notices"

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

trick to fun dialogue is just to make it a little hard to understand. maybe thats a cheap trick but i dont care

[bitegore]

databending data weirding and damaged physical media complicating data is all sex. thank you for coming to my tedtalk

[vaspider]

So... I make cobbler all the time. It's a standard dessert around here. I prep lots of different fruit fillings during the summer, and then I either can or freeze them for use later on. If you come over for dinner, it's almost guaranteed we're gonna have either some kind of trifle or a cobbler for dessert. My family has gotten used to all of the many variations, including dark chocolate topping on a strawberry cobbler and stuff like that.

All of this to say that when we had my cousin, my brother, and his partner over for dinner the other night, I made apple cobbler, but I added something that I was particularly proud of: I got candied ginger from Penzey's with our last spice restock, and I ran a generous handful of the ginger through the food processor so it was much smaller bits, then mixed it in with the crust. I left it big enough that you can tell when you bite into it, but not big enough that when you get a chunk, that's all you taste.

Everybody's used to my experiments by now, but this got absolute rave reviews. My daughter called it "inspired."

I've been floating on having a baking idea I had called "inspired" for days.

So anyway. Tell people when they do things you like. Leave comments on stuff.

[ponett]

favorite things from Breaking Bad VR But The AI Is Self-Aware, aside from the obvious stuff like the music, the ending, and walt being haunted by the specter of the breaking bad poster:

in general, the stark difference between the people who clearly know the scenes and the actual lines from the show and the people who either don't know or don't care, and the way wayne has to roll with it and constantly shift between both styles

as one of the youtube comments put it, the way walt's agency is downplayed by the railroading of the plot and the way his most heinous acts (letting jane die, poisoning brock, etc.) are largely skipped over make many moments where characters turn on walt and attack him feel comically unprovoked, which makes it feel like the version of the story walt would tell to make himself look better

mining the giant crystal for meth

the fact that they made "drives an el camino" at least 70% of skinny pete's personality

the sudden extreme yellow filter that appears when they cross over the clearly marked mexico border

the bit where they straight up just play the saul goodman commercial from the show on jesse's tv via youtube, but then someone switches it to the "you're not a real lawyer" scene from better call saul and they're all just so caught off guard that they kinda just start watching the scene. and then they just ignore what chuck is saying about his brother and let the quality of the cinematography alone convince them to hire saul

hank suddenly appearing in the car for a split second when walt, jesse, and saul are driving back from the desert, and to avoid completely derailing the plot wayne just looks down and clutches his head and says "cancer did that"

jesse saying he can do anything walt can do better and playing the breakcore breaking bad theme remix and wayne just goes "damn! damn!" and starts dancing

the fact that there's an extra salamanca cousin to make them triplets for no particular reason

the whole jane subplot isn't depicted so the plane crash above walt's house becomes a complete non sequitur

baaulp referencing the spice curls

they skip over the events of fly, but the map references it by having a giant fly in the superlab, which is labeled with an arrow so you can't miss it

jesse's drug-fueled house party having this playing on loop in the background

the homoerotic moment walt has with one of the salamanca triplets at the party in mexico, and also the one he has later with saul

to sidestep the whole neo-nazi thing in their lighthearted gmod stream they instead give uncle jack a gang of clowns and an evil circus (playing off of the vamanos pest fumigation tents, i assume), clearly labeled Uncle Jack's Evil Circus

since they skip the whole train heist they just have drew sharp show up at vamanos pest looking for some tiddlywinks

everything that happens with huell when walt is trying to explain to saul that hank figured everything out

and, of course, saul being chased off by the undead chuck mcgill

[venmondiese]

THE WARMTH OF BOTH BODIES

masterlist ✧works in procress ✧ AO3

✧Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Sister!Reader x Aegon II Targaryen

✧Rating: +18 mdni explicit

✧word count: 3.1k

✧gif credit: aegon ✧ aemond

-ˋˏsummary: Dragons are greedy, and both of your brothers have perverted desires that you take no issue on entertaining. ✧Warnings: : MDNI 18+, mummy kink, lactation kink, breastfeeding, threesome (f/m/m), aegond, targcest, polyamory, oral (f and m receiving), masturbation (f and m receiving), aegon is the most submissive to exist, switch!aemond. ✧ this is a part from @targaryen-dynasty 's 3k celebration ! check all the other works too, and as always a pleasure to participate with my silly things and congrats to her ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ ✧ note: i added my own spice. it didn't say anything about aegond but i am... weak... #i tried

By no means had you known what being alone was like.

After Aemond, you were the fifth child of king Viserys to survive childhood. Daeron was your youngest by two years, and like your sister, you were dotted and cared for by your mother and father… unlike your brothers. 

Your mother had a weird way to demonstrate affection to them, you always thought. With Aegon was non-existent, and Aemond had this burden to be the reliable sibling amongst them all. 

When Aegon had to marry Helaena; you married Aemond. It was how the tradition dictates, and it was under your father’s wish, much to your mother’s dislike.

And just like Helaena, you recently had a daughter with Aemond, Rhaelle, who was the apple of his father’s eye. Yet, the only difference between your duty and Helaena’s is that she wasn’t the one who had to take care of Aegon. Instead, you took care of Aegon’s whims, alongside your husband’s.  

Aegon was greedy, whiny and clingy. He searched you whenever he wanted, following you around like a puppy for your attention. Whereas Aemond was quiet, reserved and embarrassed, but not less greedy. He often wanted comfort, praise for his action and the reassurance that he was doing no wrong in his desires. 

Both of them accepted the other, in a quiet agreement. You were a petulant person, and if you wanted, they knew this, all of it, would be over. So they shut up their differences for the sake of it.

Aegon was curled by your right side, lying on the bed of your chambers. Post coital bliss at its finest, as he was slightly sleepy, and even a bit grumpy when bothered. It had been some cold days, but the fire made it more bearable, and it gave some sense of cosiness to both. He was just resting, a bit sleepy, his head on your stomach as you read some silly book about Valyrian fashion, as his legs were pressed against your shoulder, as you slowly caressed his leg, soothing him like that.

You hear his soft yawn, as the laziness of the evening consumes you both as you are cuddled against the other for the warm. As Aegon draws slowly patterns upon the lower part of your chest, you feel the door of the chambers opening knowing it was your husband 

You lower your book, caressing Aegon’s heel and calf, as you look at Aemond, walking closer to the bed as he makes a slight face at seeing Aegon here, as if he wanted you all for himself. He takes his boots quickly, moving to take off his leather jerkin.

“Hi” You say, softly, and he hums. You can see it in the slight frown on his face. 

Aegon stirs a hit, not greeting Aemond as he sits on the bed, closer to you. Like a lazy cat, he yawns, and you feel his muscles stretching a bit. 

“Did you tuck Rhaelle?” Aemond asks, his shoulders tensed up as he takes off his eye patch and loses up his hair. He was tired, you could see.

“Yes, she is sleeping in the nursery…” You say softly, looking at him. “What is it?” You ask, seeing how Aemond wants something, yet he doesn’t know how to say it, looking at you a bit unsure. 

“Mummy” He whines softly, frowning as his tone was a bit sheepishly, sitting closer to you, by your left side. 

You press your lips together, looking at him as he seems so vulnerable, and tired, for whatever reason he probably will tell you later. Aegon nuzzles your stomach, his interest piqued on Aemond’s word, because if it involves Aemond, it will involve him as well. 

The unspoken words between you and Aemond are no obstacle to knowing what he wants. You know your brothers, surely, but Aemond was different. Aemond was your husband, and you knew him like the palm of your hand. 

Aemond nods shyly, as if agreeing with the thought on your mind, and he scoots closer once you sit better on the bed, leaning back properly on the pillows. Your nightgown is easy to untie at the front, more so when you are lactating and need an easy way to open the dress. Rhaelle would fuss and wail her little lungs out, so your clothes were always easy to undo. 

Now, if Rhaelle’s father and uncle enjoy the same, is another thing. 

You undo the laces in the front of your dress, and you know how Aegon reincorporates to sit, suddenly all woken up and interested in this. The dress is pure cotton, and it is comfortable to wear. You pull the fabric out of the way, and with their gazes following your each movement, you know it is a matter of time for them to hungrily latch onto you.

Aegon curls up to your right side, whereas Aemond does the same on your left. He always preferred your left, since the blind spot faces Aegon, so he doesn’t have to bear seeing him too. Aegon is much more shameless, clinging to you and moving his hips softly against your right side.

You feel both men getting closer, and their breaths hit your nipples as they nuzzle your blossom, in hopes of sucking hungrily.

 “Aegon…” you say softly as he was growing impatient, moving a bit as he pressed his face closer to your breast, restless and eager.

Aemond is never restless; he stayed still as he loved, caring. He always pressed faint kisses, around your tits, before suckling calmly. His left arm always found its way to wrap your waist, keeping you close to him as he delighted himself with soothing milk.

Instead, Aegon immediately latched onto your breast, suckling and trying to get all the milk he could, eagerly as he always seemed relentless, always craving more and more. He’d watch you with bright, purple eyes as he craved for your attention.

You comb their hair with your fingers, kiss the top of their heads and rub their back. They were your older brothers, but behaved like hungry little kittens that needed their milk.

Always was a bit strange, as they weren’t always amicable. It took a long time, for Aemond, at least, to join in. It was mainly due to the fact that Aegon rarely left you alone, even if you were Aemond’s wife. Little by little, they learned how to warm up to each other, and sometimes to your request, they’ll kiss.

The suckling sounds are loud, almost obscene, as you feel both swallow each drop from your leaking milk. Aemond had probably been tasting it since the end of your pregnancy, yet it didn’t tire him at all. And Aegon? He was always hungry, and he suckled and his tongue lapped your breast, milking more and more. 

You can feel how they swallow the milk, both eager. Aemond has a hand around your waist, as Aegon has his hand around your breast and squeezes it slightly as if to have more.

“Mummy” Aegon murmurs, pulling back as he looks at you, and he has wide purple eyes “are we being good?”

The reassurance is a must, you realise with time. “Yes, baby. You both are my good boys” you murmur, caressing the top of their head “Both of you, my best boys…”

They delight themselves in the praise; you hear Aemond’s faint moans, as you feel his body at ease. You caress the back of his head, feeling the loose hairs on your fingers. 

It always made you feel the arousal settle in the lower part of your belly, and feeling so turned on you had to press your thighs together a bit. Aemond loved when your breast grew larger, and full of milk. Aegon was not behind that feeling, as he was the one to propose the idea to ‘help you with the heaviness of them’.

Aegon gulps on the milk like a glutton, and his eyes are closed in the delight of nursing. You feel his cock hardening little by little by your side. Aemond instead, looks at you. His eye is deep and intense, watching your face as his mouth is still working on your nipple, his tongue pressing against the nub getting more milk. His hand on your waist loosens up slightly, slowly moving down all the way to your stomach, and little by little, makes its way to your centre. 

Aegon is oblivious to that, as he suckles and slurps loudly, with not a care for the world, nipping and licking all of the sweet milk that your breast can produce. He whines a bit, scooping closer and closer as he tries to get more and more. 

“Doing such a good job for mummy, darlings…” You say to both, as you feel Aemond’s hand almost innocently brushing against your womanhood. “So good…” You murmur dreamily, sighing as Aegon nuzzles his face closer to your right breast, his nose brushing the skin as his mouth slightly presses a bit harder, eager for more.

They could feel you moving under their touch, almost possessive as they fed from you, keeping you right there at their mercy. The sound of your praise stirred something in both of them, yearning more of your affections, more of mummy’s affections. 

Aemond is the first one to pull away from your breast, beginning to shift as his body moves higher, his mouth kissing all the way up to kiss you in the lips. You hum, feeling the taste of your own milk on his lips. 

“Mummy” Aegon protests, not wanting to be left out as always, as he pulls away from your breast, an obscene sound from it as he moves his head to nuzzle your cheek, kissing lazily to keep on worshipping your body. 

Aware of how his hand was still between your legs, Aemond pressed it harder against your core, rubbing more firmly. As if wanting to draw more sounds from you, Aegon moves his hand to grope softly, carefully your breast, not wanting to leave a part from you unattended. 

“You are such good boys for me, always wanting to please me, hm?” You say, panting a bit from how good your husband's hands on your pussy feels.

“Yes mummy” Aemond murmurs, and Aegon nods in agreement. 

It’s as if Aemond knows your thoughts, because he turns to watch Aegon, moving slightly his other hand to place it on the back of his neck, pulling Aegon closer to share a slow, yet passionate kiss between both of them.

They could feel the milky taste in the other’s mouth, and you could see how their tongues crashed against each other, making it as sloppy as possible as they made out for quite some time, as Aemond’s fingers tried to pry into your clit and pussy. 

You know that at the beginning it was more to put on a show for you, for your delight that they agreed to do as well. If they enjoyed it, you could never know. But now it’s different, watching how they hungrily seek each other’s mouth, and if one tries to pull away, the other is quick to lean, following their mouth to keep on kissing. 

It’s hot, to say the least, and it makes wonders for your arousal to see both of them kiss like this. You think, for a moment, if you could maybe propose the idea for them to follow this lust for each other further. Maybe for another occasion. 

As Aemond’s lips move to kiss Aegon’s neck, you see how your baby seems so aroused, you could always see it clearly with Aegon, how his cheeks turned pinker and he had that blissful expression. You feel Aemond’s hand moving away from your core, and before you could ask anything, they both pulled away from each other. 

Aemond probably murmured something in Aegon's ear, because they shared a look before the eldest slowly turned to you. 

 “Mummy, can we please you…? We wanna taste your pussy… please…” he asked, and you see how Aemond looks at you, awaiting your answer, as his hand caresses your thigh softly.

You caress Aegon’s thigh softly, as they both almost look at you with puppy eyes. 

“Yes, my darlings. Please mummy with your mouths” 

It does not take them long to accommodate between your legs, Aemond presses one hand to your left leg, keeping it still. Aegon does not bother to do the same for your left thigh, as he has other priorities. 

You feel Aegon’s mouth first, his tongue tracing along her slit. Aemond moves his hand to the back of Aegon’s head, pushing his mouth further into your cunt, as the eldest savours your wetness. And at the sound of your moans, he doubles his efforts.

Then it’s Aegon who pulls your husband’s face down to join his mouth, both of them licking and sucking your wet cunt. You can see both of them, their cheeks pressed together as they pleasure you with their mouths at the same time, licking and slurping in unison.

“Fuck, f-fuck, gods…” you moan, your hips moving closer, grinding against his tongues, grabbing Aegon’s hair, short and easy to grab (unlike Aemond’s)

Aegon seems delighted at that, and you feel his tongue darting out to suck your clit eagerly, and you feel your jaw moving at the motion, and he whimpers with need. Aemond is, as always, focused as he slurps and sucks on her entrance, obscene sounds fill the room as his expert mouth works on you. 

They both clearly relish both the taste and the privilege of having their faces buried between your thighs, moving to please you, and their tongues crashing together as they do so. 

“Mummy, you taste so good” you don’t even recognise the sound, the sound muffled by the little space between his mouth and your folds. 

“Fuck, so good…” the other agrees, and your legs tremble, as your hips try to get more and more of their wicked tongues.

Aegon is the one whining, you know that. As you pull his hair, you see his needy eyes looking at you. You press your heel on his back, as if pushing him closer to your cunt. He moans, closing his eyes as he goes back to feasting on your pussy.

Aemond moved to your clit now, and you can see how the sapphire glints on the dim lights. You imagine that both of their cocks are rock hard, throbbing impatiently. 

Maybe it’s Aegon or Aemond (maybe both) the one who drools, while the muffled moans still come and go. You, on your side, are a mess, as you try to keep both of them close to you, feeling Aemond’s hand caressing your breast. Your pussy can’t take longer, and your hips grind against both of their faces, as you roll your eyes back and lean your head back in the pillows, as you feel your orgasm so close.

 “Fuck, babies, so good for mummy, fuck…” you mean it, moaning loudly as you feel them whimper.

“Wanna make you cum so hard, mummy…” Aegon’s raspy voice is a bit clearer, as you clench on his hair.

“Hmmmm” Aemond hums, not separating one bit from your cunt.

As you start cumming, both of them press their mouth against your pussy, wanting to taste your cum as they try to be the one to get more. You are cumming hard, and their greedy tongues only fuel your orgasm even more. 

Feeling your pussy quivering and pulsing around their tongues it's probably one of their favourite things, along with the rest of you. The feeling of your creamy juices made them greedy, and they share it all

Their faces are shiny with your arousal, and even when you retreat, they lick their lips as if wanting more. You can’t exactly see in the faces of your brother’s what they are thinking, but you feel tired to think about anything but the great orgasm you just had. 

You are not exactly sure who started the kiss, but it's messy and sloppy, as you see their tongues sharing the last tastes of your cum, as their hands clenched to the other to keep him close, and keep on the passionate kiss.

It’s Aemond who groans, Aegon pressing his body to his, almost humping his cock to any part of your husband’s skin, who holds him close, one hand on his jaw and the other moving down to the eldest hips.

You move a bit, sitting better on the bed, yet your back still leans on the pillows, body relaxed as you accommodate to watch them devour each other as one does sit to watch men fighting in a tourney. But both of them were involved in different practices, which was a show for you to see and most importantly- enjoy. 

You can see their tongues pressing together, their heads moving to not break the sloppy kiss, messy and passionate. They surely are doing this out of passion and lust, rather than rational thought, but you are not complaining.

Aegon’s hand comes to caress the firm abdomen of Aemond, like you enjoy doing. Your husband is a creature of many sides, and he can be as submissive as he can be dominant. He moves the hand on Aegon’s hip to grip his short hair, and keeps him in place to keep on kissing him. 

“Aem… mummy” Aegon’s little whines come in a low tone, and a bit slurred, as Aemond does not give his mouth a break. 

It takes you a while to notice that Aegon is using his hand to stroke Aemond’s cock, using the side of his thigh to hump and grind his own cock. He was needy, but he was too much of a needy baby to fight for dominance. Aegon relished on being submissive, either with you, or Aemond. 

Aemond breaks their kiss, his head falling back to pant, groaning slightly as Aegon uses his hand on his cock. You know Aegon is the most lustful creature since he discovered pleasure, and he was always good with his hands. 

“Mummy…” Aegon whines, wanting you to help him with his cock, and you move on your knees closer to where they were having this exchange of pleasure, because both of them wanted to cum very badly. 

Your hands on Aegon’s cock make him go weak, whimpering as he leans closer to Aemond, moving his lips down on his body, his abdomen and the tip of his cock.

“Good boys, hm? You both are such good boys for mummy, pleasuring yourselves…” You say, that sweet tone of yours makes Aemond’s arousal explode. 

“Fuck-” Aemond mutters, groaning and whimpering as he cums one of his hands moving to grip your shoulder, and as your hands stroke the eldest’s cock, your hand over stimulating movements on his cockhead, as if trying to replicate his tongue movements on Aemond’s tip. 

Aegon is greedy, and he whimpers, still pleasuring Aemond, his hips bucking on your hand, as his own orgasm hits hard. Aemond is the one holding him, as your baby’s orgasm hits him hard, trying not to fall on the bed, panting loudly and whimpering. 

He makes a little sound when you kiss him, wanting to taste Aemond’s cum on his tongue. It was delightful, and you feel his body melting on your touch. You feel how your other brother moves to caress the back of your head, nuzzling your shoulder and kissing it tenderly.

You could get used to this new dynamic, surely.

[onceinablueberrymoon]

made for this | husband!salesman x pregnant!reader

part 3 is up! scenario: pregnant!reader has a doctor’s appointment and wants to help husband!salesman by recruiting some new players at the clinic. the salesman has a different idea in mind… setting: a couple months after the events of season 1; sequel to this but can be read as a stand-alone fic warnings: pregnant!reader; a bit of spice and a lot of fluff; both reader and salesman feel morally superior to others; no use of y/n; second person POV word count: 931 notes: thank you all for the love on the first part! i hope i didn’t make the salesman too ooc, i try to keep things as accurate to the show as possible! but i think he is somewhat capable of having soft moments, although very rarely. i have at least one more idea for this series (if it can even be called that), so be on the lookout for that ٩>ᴗ<)و (also if anyone has any ideas for this ship, send them my way!) please enjoy! borders by @strangergraphics-archive

“Hey, can I borrow some business cards? I have an appointment at the clinic today and thought I’d pass some out.”

At your call, your husband walked into the bedroom to find you standing in front of the mirror next to your shared bed, adjusting your outfit for the day. He crossed his arms.

“I don’t think so. Any public involvement with the Games could endanger you,” his gaze lingered on your swollen stomach. He sighed, “You can’t defend yourself in your condition, no matter how much you think you can.” 

You just rolled your eyes and shot him a piercing look. 

“My pregnancy doesn’t impact my job, though. I can take care of myself just fine.” You took a couple steps towards him. “Who’s the one who befriended Gi-hun again? You?” You looked around the room before you pointed at yourself. 

“Me, that’s who,” you grinned proudly, only for your husband to cover his face with his hands, his patience clearly running thin.

“Besides,” you shrugged, “it’s not like I’ll be playing ddakji and smacking people. No, my dear husband, that’s your thing.” You brought a finger up to your lips. 

“I have my own ways to play.” You flashed a wicked smile towards your husband, causing him to shiver. 

Right there and then, you knew that you had won the battle.

…or so you thought.

In the blink of an eye, your husband swept you off your feet and pinned you on the bed with only one arm. Your startled expression pleased him judging by the wild look on his face. His unoccupied hand came to gently press on your growing stomach, adding to the tense situation. He brought his lips up to graze your ear.

“See how vulnerable you are? Just think,” he lightly bit at your helix, “others won’t be so nice.”

It was your turn to shiver. 

When you didn’t respond, he continued nibbling at your ear with his hand still firmly planted on your belly.

Soon after, he lifted his head and asked, “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” He kissed you deeply, only breaking away to gasp for air. The most smug expression was plastered on his face. 

“Oh wait, I do.”

How cheeky of him. And cheesy, too! 

You huffed, “Wow, already starting with the dad jokes? And not even the good ones either.” His eyebrow quirked upwards before he bent down to press his nose against yours.

“Do you really want to play this game?” He whispered softly, causing you to shudder. “You know I always win.”

Turning your head to the right, you let out a small chuckle.

“Oh really?” You retorted, “Prove it.”

This sent him into a borderline frenzy as he started planting kisses down the side of your neck. You threw your arms around his neck, a smile on your face. Sometimes it was just too easy to manipulate him.

As he was about to leave a mark, a sharp movement stopped him in his tracks. He blinked, snapping out of his trance. You were both confused when there was another movement, although not as sharp as the first.

The two of you looked down at your rounded stomach, and your husband removed his hand. The baby’s kicks continued nearly every minute, while you both just watched, not moving a muscle. Then, your husband lifted himself up off of you, moving to sit on the bed beside you. You sat up and, taking one of his hands, gently laid it on your stomach. Your husband carefully wrapped an arm around you, now acting as if you were made of glass.

“They’re so active. Do you think,” he paused, then in a whisper, asked, “Do you think I hurt them?” 

“No… I think they’re just making themselves known,” you kissed him on the cheek. 

Both of you sat in comfortable silence for a while, only to soon realize that you were now running late for your appointment.

“Is there any chance I can still get those business cards?” You pleaded. 

Your husband chuckled, “Absolutely not. In fact, I’ll accompany you.” 

“I thought we weren’t allowed to be seen together in public?” You furrowed your eyebrows. 

He let go of you and turned to open his briefcase at the foot of the bed. Pulling out some files, he nodded, “There’s quite a few prospective players residing at that hospital. You attend your appointment, I’ll recruit more players.” He flashed his signature smirk, putting the files back in his briefcase.

“Wow, I thought you wanted to come to my appointment with me!” You laughed, giving him a light shove.

Your husband gave you a knowing look, “I can’t do that. But I expect a copy of the sonogram.” He stood up, holding out a hand for you to take.

“What a gentleman.” You took his offer and stood up.

Placing a hand on your husband’s chest, you teased, “Try to take it easy at the hospital, hm? Most of the prospects there are already on the verge of cracking. We don’t want to break them before the Games – it wouldn’t make for a good show.”

Wrapping his arms around your waist, your husband pouted, “But where’s the fun in that?”

“Giving them a tiny sliver of hope, only to eventually rip it away…” You looked him straight in the eyes. “The suspense is so thrilling, don’t you think?”

“And here I was starting to think you weren’t cut out for the job,” he chuckled. He checked his watch, noting the time.

“We should get going – it’s rude to be late.” 

a/n: by the way, i don’t think i have it in me to write full-on smut, the most i can probably do is a bit of lime lol

tags: @preppyfella