#i went in with a solid mental image for this one and i think i pulled it off pretty well!
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that-tall-queer-bassist · 4 months ago
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Sister Psychic won't you tell me does it ever get better Can you really see the future or just predict the weather
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Spotify link to Sister Psychic by Smash Mouth
Youtube link to Sister Psychic by Smash Mouth
This is my second piece for @mcyt-jukebox-bonanza!
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kurishiri · 8 months ago
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on my way to start William’s route, but as for the other two…
official Ikemen Villains twitter posted templates and so I took used them, ehe. Minor route spoilers ahead, maybe, as I delve into some personal thoughts! You can click on the images for higher quality; I put content warnings for each route there too, though I may have missed a couple here and there.
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Liam — key word: “tomorrow”
the themes in the story really add to the story’s poignancy, and I think it was interesting how they chose to make Liam an actor — as that part of his character played a significant role in the story and its themes.
I don’t have a very high sexy rating here relatively, and that’s not to say there aren’t sexy parts, but I think the presence of it feels a bit dampened by the fact I either didn’t purchase premium stories so it felt like the sexual scenes happened off screen in my personal experience or just that the story was overall so heavy with Liam’s mental struggles. Also, Liam was my first route, so I didn’t really have any other rating to compare it to. So I figured it was good to start somewhere in the middle and go on from there. Overall, I felt it was more romantic than sexy (especially if you look at, well… Alfons). To me, it’s not a bad thing! I’m just as alright with a story not having any sexual scenes as I am with one containing them.
honestly Liam’s route is probably the closest I’ll get to romancing Kate — because I related so much to Liam, he hit a bit too close to home sometimes lmao
Harrison — key phrase: “that doesn’t sound half bad.”
overall, I feel his story was solid. If you were to ask me between Liam and Harrison, whose route I enjoyed more, I would probably say Harrison. I enjoyed Liam as well for what it was, but I feel Harrison’s route is just more… fun.
to be completely honest he was really frustrating in the first few chapters. And the way the first sort of conflict ended between Kate and Harry still left me a bit frustrated. Even now, I sometimes wish it ended a bit differently, but I can understand as the story went on that Harry always had kind intentions toward Kate. He always had — since the beginning.
his romance definitely felt more subtle (and I loved that), since even if he has feelings for you, he always masks it with a half truth or a lie. And boy, is he good at lying 😂👌 at first they were really frustrating, but later there were a couple lies that are kinda funny that I can’t help but love him for his funny (and sweet) lies. Interpreting his half truth half lie words is like translating from another language lmao
reading Harrison’s route felt like reading a mystery and adventure novel at once. And I think if you want like to get a good taste of everyone else’s dynamics (without overshadowing Kate and Harry’s) in action and outside of it, it’s best to read Harry as opposed to Liam, in my opinion.
if you have any thoughts and opinions about the two, I’d love to hear!
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anteroom-of-death · 8 months ago
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Teacher's Pet part 18
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Synopsis: The Doctor makes good on his thoughts. His fawn becomes trapped in them.
A/n: listen I know it's been fucking ages. Life's difficult. I'm back. Hopefully. Yall still want him? Warnings for blood and such.
You felt yourself muffle a yawn as you stumbled half-drunk with your boyfriend holding you upright. You settled on calling him your boyfriend. It felt, at least partially, correct. You didn’t really know how long that his species lived. He could have still been young by his standards. Well over two-thousand years young, but you mentally digressed.
The night air slapped you sober.
You didn’t realize how much you had drunk. Your mind was absolutely swimming. It felt like you couldn’t maintain a solid stream of thought. Moreover, it felt entirely different than your usual scatter-brained web of concepts that could be linked easily by you and you alone. Many found you off-topic or impertinent, but they didn’t get that you were being respectful and your mind was linking everything to the subject at hand that was even vaguely related.
The Doctor did, however. These thoughts soothed you. Thinking about him was becoming more important than air in your lungs. He seemed to always be exactly in your direction and understood what was going on.
You blinked as quickly as you could as you were slumped into the taxi by the Doctor. His brilliant smile beamed at you like the cat and that dammed canary. No one you had met before or since carried the gravity of his grins. His teeth always on display, even if it his mouth had been turned down and closed. Images of wolves suddenly floating in your head.
You really must have over estimated that last drink!
His fingers played with the tendrils of your hair. Smoothing it, fingering the last of your dead ends.
They felt good. You felt both emboldened by this tactile display of affection and a little embarrassed. The thoughts you always had towards him felt warranted. Always. He was always inviting them, even if he didn’t seem like it. That was something that stuck with him since the first time you walked into his classes.
Tactile and seemingly unaware that the entire way he carried on was like catnip. Or he was aware and didn’t care. You didn’t know or care.
All of time and space, countless lovers. Countless companions. Endless wanderlust…
And here he was. Some universal warrior deity. Yet, here he was settling down, taking cabs and being escorted around just because you frankly didn’t want to become a statistic. He apparently had the ability to pick up and go to whenever, wherever and not have to worry about traffic or delays.
But for you? He had tamed himself.
His universe had become small, just you, his very attractive ex-situationship in her hidden Vault, these military organizations, and that Nardole you’ve never seen.
From the complaints left by him over literally everything, (including your relationship with the Doctor!) You weren’t quite sure you wanted to meet him.
What a nerd and a narc!
Soon enough, you found yourself back in the room. All cozy and pliant. Eager to see him naked and act out all of those hidden thoughts that you couldn’t repress in the pub. Your wobbly legs betrayed you as you went to yank your shoes off and toss your purse down.
“Damn.” You giggled as you adjusted yourself and rub the bridge of your nose with the base of your palm. “Tell me to never drink that much again in public…” You shook your head.
He leaned down to your level and bit your lower lip as he pulled your top off and laying feverish new bites on where he bit you last night. Hard, sharp and definitely not helping that growing wet spot on your panties. One of those impressive, perfect hands grasped your jaw and covering virtually all of your face squeezed lightly.
You felt your mind suddenly grow very dim and yet ravenous. You needed this, you needed him.
He certainly had no troubles liberating you from your clothes. Or somehow getting his belt and pants around his knees.
“You’re really something strange, aren’t you?” He mused as he tore himself out of the flesh of your nipple. You could feel the blood start to fleck up.
Definitely would have to take even more time off work than you already were doing…
He slowly and deliberately pinned you to the ground as he managed to take both of your wrists in one of his long-fingers hands. His expression clouded by lust and one of those emotions you thought were clearly something that humans just didn’t have in them. It seemed imperious and predatory, yet all too adoring.
You were awash. Your cunt ached. Your mind felt itself retract- like you were actively getting stupid trying to make eye contact with him. You felt yourself muffle a groan as he slipped his cock in in a firm and savage thrust.
The hand at your jaw and face tightened. You could feel the corner of a nail cut into your face.
This seemed about you and also not. More about him.
All your training (for lack of a better word…) seemed to flee. Here he was, one of the last of his species, cradling your pinned body to the hull of the floor as he drilled your leaking pussy. It seemed like he was saying something in that horrific, almost song like language he used to visit Missy in her Vault.
It sent a bone-chilling shake through your system. Just like when you first heard it. Not that you could judge.
Not like you could at this moment. His grip on you increased as he fucked you harder. Each thrust came quicker and deeper. You found the pain both increasingly hard to ignore but more lovely with each savage groan he made. It was enjoyable. Too much so. Felt alien. Felt deranged.
The grip on your face tightened once more! Your tongue pinned by his thumb.
You felt yourself start to convulse as your mind went blank. Blissfully and inhumanely blank. Did you cum? Was this you cumming? You didn’t know.
You didn’t even register his teeth nearly ripping the soft area between your neck and clavicle to shreds.
How long did he go on? You could swear you heart a haunting song being sung in your mind. Time slipped further down…
Was it more of him speaking?
You finally got your mind back in pieces as he finished on your stomach. The sensation snapped you back to reality. Your heart began racing. You felt yourself start to cry.
You felt so great, yet more than a little violated. (Was this normal, you felt yourself wander in your mind, what was this?)
He seemingly realized something.
He shushed you as he collected your shaking form in his lap. You felt so tiny. Like a small dog on a rich lady’s lap. You felt your eyes try to focus on him.
“My sweet fawn. You did so well. You’re so perfect for me.” He resumed in English.
His hand wiped the tears and blood and your hair back.
Your eyes couldn’t focus completely yet.
“You are…all I need. All I want.” He reassured you as he rocked you back and forth. “Don’t worry. No one in any corner of the universe can lay a finger on you.”
This was the comfort that restored your vision entirely. You looked at him. You felt like you were some primitive human seeing a God! Scared, in full adoration, and more than a little servile. The tears began again. More shushing, more petting, more praise. You curled so deeply into his chest and wept harder. You swore you never cried so hard in your life. You felt so incredibly good, yet every part of you burned and ached.
You hiccupped and he stroked the back of your neck. It made you go slightly limp.
“Why don’t I wash you, hmm?” He offered as he pulled you up in his arms and carried you into the bathroom. He laid you down and grabbed your shower stuff.
He tested the water on him. It seemed to go on for a while.
He washed you and even did your skin care on your still limp form.
“Fawn?” He asked as you caught your body in mirror. You were pale and bruised. Scabs had started to form on you.
It was shocking.
“I…can’t work like this?” Was all you managed to choke out.
“I’ve got you. When were back in Bristol, yeah? I’ve gotten some alien technology in my TARDIS. You won’t even have a scar.” He offered, a smile creeped up his face. It seemed smug and self-serving.
You shook yourself.
You trusted him, fully without any hesitation. If he said so, he said so.
He slid your into your pajamas and slid next to you in bed. Still naked.
“Sleep.” He commanded as he wrapped his arms around you. “Tomorrow, I need your help.”
And as if by magic, you felt yourself slip into a deep sleep. You dreamed of swirling galaxies and more strange songs twisted into it.
When you woke, it was with such a fright. He wasn’t next to you, and it made you panic. He was already dressed. He was twirling some object in his hands.
“You’ve slept in. Not that I can blame you…” He snorted. “Don’t worry, I’ve taken the liberty of choosing clothes. I’ve even got breakfast!”
He offered you a cup of coffee and helped you out of bed.
It was simple, a black tank top and a pair of jeans. He offered you the sheer lace shrug you planned on using as layering if he took you out again for a night out on town.
“I’ve been meaning to give this to you.” He slid you a gold chain with a small, but heavy pendant on it. It had some small circular design on it. It swirled around itself and had some dots in places.
“I know how you enjoy jewelry.” He motioned to the tangled knot of necklaces you wore all day, every day, even in sleep.
You went to put it on. It rested as if fighting the small symbols of your faith for attention on your person. Or, perhaps, even your soul itself...
He parted them for you and made sure that his special necklace rested firmly under the hollow of your throat.
“I meant it last night. Not even the Cybermen could take you from me. The entire dark hoards of the Never Were’s and Always Was’s will not harm you so long as you’re by my side.” His tone shifted as he helped you help yourself to a bit of the porridge he had for you.
You still shook.
He let you apply your make up. You decided it was no use to try to waste all your concealer and foundation on the wounds on your neck.
He tousled your hair and smiled at you.
He helped you into your shoes and you both walked out of the door. You firmly found your nails grasping into his coats arm as you still were having trouble even standing, yet alone walking.
The lift ride down into a subterranean area, meeting all these people was quiet. Petronella and that Lethbridge-Stewart woman and more were waiting.
They all focused on you and you could feel their eyes bore into your neck and chest. You didn’t know what to feel.
You instinctively took all your cues from him.
All these soldiers and scientists did too. They all spoke of things that seemed beyond your recently tousled-haired comprehension.
When the Doctor spoke to you, and used your real name to get your opinion, you jumped. To hear your own name, especially from him now seemed foreign.
A fawn you shall be, you felt yourself say in your mind.
You made up some fake statistic about something. You had to. Your mind was flailing and you looked at your good Doctor as if that would help.
You mind felt never more silent. It felt odd.
You shook yourself once more.
You felt your mind flood back in. It was a sharp, tickling sensation. Loud, screaming and on high alert. As if it had been forced down and silenced on purpose.
You swept those thoughts aside. He needed you, and needed you to focus and help him.
Suddenly all the tawdry statistics about crime in metropolitan areas you studied for papers came rushing in. It was very good. Apparently, they were looking for what petty crimes could be aliens doing a bad job at integration and were pushing some prearranged boundaries on when they could emerge and the planet could feasibly support aliens and humans as willing co-sponsors of the planet.
They took your data and entered it in.
Success!
“She’s a whizz with those, yeah?” The Doctor pointed at hand at you and praised you openly. “Great stuff.”
It made your cheeks flush and your panties get a little wet spot on them. You felt nothing but a soothing warmth spread from your scalp to the soles of your feet.
Him and a few other scientists went to go prime something. You didn’t know what.
You went to the small area set up for self-service of tea and coffee. Petronella trailed after you. It was a hard journey, you wobbled a few times for such a short trip.
“Those are some marks?” She pried at you as she pointed towards where the Doctor had given you in the night. “Were you attacked last night when you were out?” The deep care and worry in her voice made you feel a vacant ache in your chest.
“No, no. No?” You stuttered. Your hand automatically went to the most egregious of them. Teeth marks fully imprinted as reddish-black stabbed divots.
“Then where’d you get them?” More concern in her tone.
Your eyes flashed over to the Doctor and then to the ground. You didn’t know how to respond.
She muttered a barely audible “Oh.” Her eyes gazed at you with understanding. “Did you have fun?” She asked for lack of a better way to press on. Her eyes looked back at the Doctor and back at the mess that was your neck and chest in a few quick takes. She seemed like her mind was trying to wrap itself around something.
Did you? You could hardly recall most of it.
You chalked it up to the alcohol in your system.
“Yeah.” You nodded your head. “We had fun.”
She didn’t seem to disagree. Although, a glint of something rested in the back corners of her eyes…
She trailed you back to your seat.
You let a long, shaky breath as you went to sip more coffee. You wished he was the one helping you drink. Your hands still were not exactly stable. Him doing that at breakfast was oddly fitting. Felt like it should be that way.
You gave more opinions and input. He lauded on the praise.
The wet spot was growing in size under your jeans. Your cunt was positively aching once again. Your heart raced.
It felt like he was winding you up.
Maybe he was…
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theghostavocadoe · 21 days ago
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if the gut torture gets you from the spoiled milk then dont worry about this, BUT. cloud and tifa having had nightmares and unable to sleep so theyre quietly in their living room talking softly, and some or all of the remnants hear and are curious. but the more people talking honestly help cloud and tifa. it feels like a home.
HI SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I KINDA GOT CARRIED AWAY LMAO
this one's a big boy so prepare thyself
Nightmares.
Most people grow out of their nightmares as they get older. Things like quicksand, clowns, demons, and wolves are childish fears that materialize in their dreams at a young age. But after experiencing the world and discovering that credit card debt is much scarier than a clown, the nightmares tend to fade away.
Not for people like Cloud.
Not for him, who’s nights are regularly plagued by flashing, bending, morphing images of fire and destruction, of cold ruthlessness and manipulation, and Aerith’s lifeless body in his arms. Waking up at an ungodly hour drenched in a cold sweat while his heart pounded in his chest was not an uncommon occurrence for him.
He should be used to them by now. But a part of him thinks he never will.
On this chilly spring morning, he had a particularly harrowing nightmare, and decided right then and there upon waking up that trying to go back to sleep would be fruitless. He turned his head to look at the clock on his desk.
2am. Not the worst time to be awake, but that meant he would definitely be crashing on the couch for a mid-afternoon nap later.
He groggily rolled out of bed and stumbled around the darkness of his room, slipping on a random sweater he had thrown over a chair the night before. The mismatch of clothes and his unruly hair probably looked horrendous, but he didn’t care. It wasn’t like anybody was going to see him. Or, that’s what he assumed.
When he gently pushed the door open slowly enough to avoid any creaks, he peered down the stairs to find the lights were still on. Or maybe someone turned them on? Cloud was too tired to think of the possibilities. Whatever it was, he went to investigate.
As he walked down the stairs rubbing his eyes, he ran through his options. It couldn’t be the Remnants; they could see in the dark, so lights weren’t needed. Marlene and Denzel could’ve snuck down for a midnight snack. Or maybe Tifa just forgot to turn the lights off before she went to bed.
Or maybe she collapsed on the spot and is lying there, suffering, while you slept obliviously, a voice in his head that sounded a little too much like Sephiroth goaded. He immediately shoved the thought away, refusing to think about it.
Though, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t quicken his pace a little bit to deny the suspicion.
When he rounded the corner into the living room, he found Tifa. But luckily, unlike his intrusive thoughts envisioned, she was alive and well, sitting on the couch with a blanket pulled above her knees.
“Cloud?” She asked, looking over at him.
“Tifa?” He responded in kind.
“What are you doing up?” They both asked in exact unison.
There was a beat of silence before Cloud decided to go first. “Just… Couldn’t sleep.”
Tifa, as always, saw right through him like a window. “Nightmare?”
A sigh. There was no point in trying to hide it. He mentally prepared himself for the excessive amount of babying that he was about to receive. “...Yeah.”
Tifa looked down instead. “Me too.”
Cloud blinked. He was fully expecting a long inspiring speech about how Cloud’s past doesn’t define him, or to be swaddled up in blankets and given a drink to ease his mind, or even just a dismissive statement to just go back to bed and sleep it off. But no. Just a simple “Me too.”
After a solid fifteen seconds of standing there like a bum, Cloud moved to sit on the couch with Tifa. “That bad, huh?”
Tifa nodded. “...I would talk about it, but I don’t want to make the mood worse than it actually is.”
Cloud pulled his knees up and leaned sideways into the couch. “Hey, you’re the one always telling me to open up.”
Tifa met his eyes. “...Yeah, you’re right.”
“I might not be good with advice, but I’m really good at sitting here and listening.” Cloud allowed himself a tiny chuckle. Tifa smiled. That was good.
“It was one of those nightmares where everything just fades together,” Tifa began. “First it was my father. On that day. You know the one. Then I looked up and saw Sephiroth right in front of me. And then suddenly he was away from me, controlling you instead. And I just felt so… Weak. Like I had no way of fighting back. And then, we were in the Forgotten City, and…”
Cloud didn’t need to hear the end of that sentence to understand what Tifa meant. He nodded.
“The same for me,” Cloud sighed. “Everything happened all so fast that it just kinda blended together. Sometimes I have trouble remembering when and where Sephiroth decided to ruin my life, because all I can remember is me, him, and how horrible it was.”
“I can imagine that it’s worse for you, since—”
Tifa cut herself off as her attention was suddenly grabbed by something behind Cloud. She squinted in confusion as she stared into the corner of the room. Cloud twisted his head to look at what she saw, and found only a dark corner of the room; nothing out of the ordinary. He then heard Tifa sigh behind him.
“You can come out, Kadaj.”
Suddenly, the shadows in the corner moved. A black, misty figure stepped out of the inky darkness before solidifying into Kadaj’s shape. He kept his head tilted down, hiding all of his face save his right eye behind his long silver bangs.
“When did you get there?” Cloud asked. He tried not to sound upset, because he wasn’t, but he came off a bit more accusatory than he would’ve liked.
“...Five minutes ago,” Kadaj answered truthfully. “Your talking woke me up.”
Tifa frowned. “Are we really that loud?”
Kadaj shook his head. “We just have sensitive hearing.”
“Are the kids awake, too?” Cloud asked.
Kadaj tilted his head and looked to the side. Cloud knew that gesture meant he was focusing on reading the minds of the others in the house. He tried to veer his thoughts away from Sephiroth, but of course, trying not to think about Sephiroth meant repeating Don’t think about Sephiroth over and over in his head, which defeated the whole purpose. He just hoped Kadaj wasn’t listening too closely.
“No,” Kadaj answered. “Just me and the twins.”
“The twins?” Tifa asked, leading both her and Cloud to look around.
Two more figures suddenly appeared. Yazoo stepped out from around the corner, and Loz’s head popped up from behind the bar.
“Sorry,” Loz sniffed as he stepped around the bar and approached the small gathering. His eyes looked wet with tears.
“We didn’t mean to spy on you,” Yazoo explained, undoing the braid that kept his hair from getting tangled overnight. “We just got worried.”
Tifa smiled at the three of them, tugging the blanket over herself a little more. “We’re okay. Just dealing with some nightmares, no biggie.”
“Nightmares?” Loz asked with a tilt of his head that Yazoo mimicked.
“Bad dreams,” Kadaj explained. “The ones that make you wake up feeling all scared or sad.”
“Oh.”
Yazoo silently slipped past the group and into the kitchen. Cloud kept note of it but didn’t question it further.
“We have bad dreams too, sometimes,” Loz confessed.
“About what?” Cloud asked. He silently hoped that they weren’t about him.
Kadaj shrugged. “That’s the weird part. We don’t know.”
That brought up concern for Cloud. He caught Tifa furrowing her brow in the corner of his vision as well. “Explain.”
Yazoo chimed in from the kitchen, “You just opened a can of worms~”
Well, that certainly wasn’t foreboding. Kadaj glared in Yazoo’s general direction before sitting down on the floor and crossing his legs. Loz shuffled over to sit on the ground as well, but leaned his back against the front of the couch where Tifa sat.
“Our dreams are always really weird,” Loz started.
Tifa nodded. “Well, they’re always a bit weird. They’re just jumbled up movies made of your memories that tend to make no sense.”
“That’s the thing,” Kadaj responded. “They aren’t memories. Or not ours, at least.”
Cloud frowned. Not their memories? What on Gaia could they mean by that? He looked closely at Kadaj, watching the other brush his bangs aside only for them to fall back into the exact same spot they were before.
“Our dreams are always about people we’ve never met, places we’ve never been to, and experiences we’ve never had. Yazoo thinks they’re glimpses of Sephiroth’s memories, and I’m thinking that he’s right.”
It… Made some sense. The remnants were remnants, after all. Pieces of Sephiroth’s will personified. Having dreams about Sephiroth’s past didn’t seem too absurd given their circumstances.
The smell of chocolate drifted in from the kitchen. Loz brightened up a little bit.
“What do you see in your dreams? Be specific,” Cloud asked. He didn’t know too much about Sephiroth’s history – not the more personal stuff, that is – but something might catch his attention, so it was worth a shot.
Kadaj’s brow furrowed as he thought. “Mostly Mother. But she looks different in every dream. Sometimes she’s the Mother I know– Pale skin, red eyes, silver hair like mine. But sometimes she looks like a woman with brown hair in a white coat.”
Something about that was nagging the back of Cloud’s mind, but he couldn’t recall any faces or names.
“I see her in my dreams too, sometimes,” Yazoo chimed in, walking back into the room. He carried a serving tray from the bar with five different mugs on top, setting it on the coffee table in the center of the living room. The gathering of people immediately reached for their respective mugs.
Yazoo continued after taking a sip of hot chocolate from his own mug. “But I see others in white coats as well. Along with a lot of empty rooms filled with nothing but medical equipment and metal beds.”
Shinra’s Labs, no doubt. Hojo came to mind; Sephiroth’s (supposed) father. Cloud shuddered a bit at the repressed memories of the five years he spent in Nibelheim’s own labs, being poked and prodded at by the slimy, greasy man that called himself a scientist.
He thought he was doing fine until Kadaj spoke, “Sometimes I dream about a burning village.”
Cloud gripped his mug tightly, trying to keep his hands from shaking and dropping it. He tried to not let the impending panic attack show on his face as he focused intently on the mug instead.
That was evidently a bad idea, because once the hot steam hit his face, he was back in Nibelheim, crawling on the ground, smoke choking him and burning his lungs, the silver gleam of a blade getting closer and closer and–
Tifa’s hand on his shoulder shook him out of his stupor. He blinked and let out a gasp as he struggled to catch his breath. Yazoo swooped in and took the mug from Cloud’s hands, setting it on the table for now. Loz shuffled closer to Cloud’s side of the couch, as if to protect him, and Kadaj was suddenly on his feet again, face contorted in worry.
“Breathe,” Tifa instructed. Cloud nodded and forced himself to take deep breaths.
“I’m sorry,” Kadaj apologized, voice meek as if expecting punishment.
“It’s okay. Just… Reminded me of something. That’s all. I’ll be fine,” Cloud reassured, y’know, like a liar. “Keep going.”
Given Tifa’s facial expression, she saw right through him, again. She kept her hand on his shoulder, grounding him, reassuring him that he wasn’t alone. Yazoo had walked over to Kadaj to give a nudge; a signal to change the topic. They looked to Loz, the only one who hadn’t shared his dreams yet.
“I usually dream about other people. I remember I once had a dream about a guy in a red coat. I was angry at him for some reason. And in another one, there was a big guy, like me, but he had black hair and a beard. I was really sad about that one.” Loz’s voice wavered ever so slightly at the end of his statement.
Cloud reached down and ruffled Loz’s hair in response. As he did, he thought about the man Loz just described. The black hair reminded him of Zack, but Zack never had a beard. “Sad, you said?”
“Yeah,” Loz confirmed as he smoothed his hair back again. “Like, that same kind of sadness that I get when Yazoo or Kadaj leave for a long time.”
“So you missed him?” Yazoo asked. “Even though you don’t know him?”
“It’s weird, right? And that guy in red-- I was really annoyed at him. I really wanted to punch him in the face, but I couldn’t. I could only watch. Man, I hate those dreams… Sometimes I just don’t wanna sleep at all because of them.” Loz pouted before taking a sad sip of his hot chocolate.
“Me too. Nightmares suck,” Cloud agreed as he picked up his own mug again and took a sip.
“Well, I certainly feel a little less alone now after talking about them.” Tifa tipped her mug back as she took a drink. “This is really good, Yazoo.”
“Thank you.”
“You gonna tell us the secret on how you make it so well, Yaz?” Kadaj asked with a little smirk.
“Once everyone finishes their drink, maybe.”
Cloud couldn’t help but chuckle a bit as everyone immediately began chugging their drink, Tifa included. He didn’t feel like making his stomach upset tonight, so he just took another sip.
As they finished their drinks, everyone continued chatting about their dreams, pleasant or otherwise. The more the Remnants spoke of their dreams, the more Cloud started to understand why they acted the way they did. Reclusive and quiet Yazoo always dreamed of having his privacy ignored and invaded. Emotional and loving Loz dreamed of Sephiroth’s past friends and maybe even lovers. And the ever defensive Kadaj always dreamed of Sephiroth’s most cynical achievements.
Cloud wanted to give all of them a hug. He knew Loz would happily accept one, but Yazoo and Kadaj were unknown territory, so he didn’t bother. He let them talk amongst themselves, chatting about their dreams, occasionally piping up with a “me too!” when describing one of Sephiroth’s memories.
Sephiroth’s memories…
What Sephiroth said that day rang in Cloud’s head. I will never be a memory.
Well, it sure felt like he was just a memory now. Even the Remnants never referred to Sephiroth as a living person. He was gone. A memory.
Take that, you piece of shit.
Kadaj gave Cloud a sideways glance at that thought and snorted. He squinted back. Get out of my head, rascal.
The giggle that Kadaj let out as he turned away again was not promising.
By the time all of their mugs were completely empty, two hours had passed. The sky was beginning to lighten up through the window. Tifa decided to get up and take over cleaning all of the mugs, stating that sitting around for too long was making her antsy. Yazoo happily took the excuse to not do any work.
“I don’t think I’m getting any more sleep tonight,” Cloud sighed, accepting his fate.
The remnants all simultaneously nodded in agreement. Kadaj hopped up and stole Tifa’s spot on the couch, stretching out under all the blankets, smiling at his achievement. Tifa came back a few minutes later and sat directly on top of Kadaj’s legs, causing the young man to squawk indignantly and curl up into a little ball to avoid being squished.
“If you promise not to wake up Denzel and Marlene, then I don’t have a problem with you three staying up,” Tifa spoke to the Remnants. “But keep it low, okay?”
“Okay, mom!” Loz responded before zipping off in a blue blur.
Cloud watched Tifa blink in shock. Yazoo and Kadaj gave each other a knowing look before they both turned to Tifa.
“Thank you, mother.” Yazoo bowed his head before calmly walking off.
“See you in the morning, mother,” Kadaj grinned before dissolving into black mist and sliding off into the darkness.
Tifa blinked again. She looked at Cloud, and then pointed at where the Remnants were a moment ago. “Does this make me a mother?”
Cloud shrugged. “We’ll have to see if they start calling me dad.”
The idea of being a father was really weird to him. Some people (Cid) started jokingly calling him a dad after he took in Denzel, but he only thought of the younger kids as just that; younger kids he happened to take in. Not his children.
But the Remnants…
“I’m too tired to think about this,” Tifa groaned. Cloud agreed with that statement on a spiritual level.
Just as Cloud opened his mouth, Yazoo’s head peered out through the doorway again. “By the way, I use nutmeg and vanilla extract,” he stated with a wink before slipping off once again.
Tifa and Cloud looked between each other for a beat of silence before breaking down into chuckles.
The prospect of their nightmares didn’t even cross their minds for the rest of the night, forgotten and replaced by the warmth of their family.
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miriadalia · 3 months ago
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Alright, Cobra Kai part 2 leak below, possible spoiler (?), so don't read if you don't want to know about it
So, this image of someone's hand (someone wearing a black gi) has got everyone so hyped (?) or worried (?), depending on the person.
I'm definitely on the worried side because of one leak from Cobra Kai Dark. Until now everything this site has said has become true (I'm talking about the fights we see on the trailer and the one on the sneak peek). This leak implies that that hand is Kwon's and that he's gonna steal the knife Kreese brought from Korea. Then he'll hide it inside his gi but one mistake in a kick will cause him to fall right into the knife, which would pierce his heart and kill him in an instant...........
Riiiiiight...
That doesn't make any sense
I'll start pointing out the obvious:
Kwon is impulsive, cruel and a little bit crazy. But he's not stupid. Not enough to bring a freaking knife to a fight so that he could fall on it. If he takes the knife it will be to fight against someone because of some reason, not to hide it beneath his clothes.
What would that reason be though? He's angry someone won against him and eliminated his team? Probably Robby or Miguel? That's so unserious. I see him starting a karate fight to lash out at them but not becoming a murderer right before the final ON LIVE TELEVISION!!
And if they really chose to make him go that mental, why? WHY?? What purpose would it fulfill inside the main plot? Johnny and Daniel finally becoming good senseis together? Kreese leaving karate because he feels guilty? I think they can make those decisions without a teen dying...
What about the kids?? How do you think Kwon's death will affect Tory after all she went through??
She's already lost her mother to an illness, a brother because she can't take his custody, her boyfriend and friends because they weren't there for her...
Now are you really telling me she's going to lose his teammate and co-captain who she trained with for months, who's probably a close friend by now if she lets him put his arm around her shoulder? FOR REAL?
Do they really think a teenage girl who just lost her mom and is alone in the world is gonna be: oh, well, he's dead now, how sad... So, when will the female final be? I'm still winning this shit!
Or worse, making her even more traumatised and never coming back to karate again...
Because don't try to convince me that she's just going to be a little sad and then look for comfort in Robby's arms and come back to Miyagi Do because she saw "what Cobra Kai really does to you" in Kwon's death........ I think she already knows what Cobra Kai really does to you when she had to PUNCH A FKING SOLID STONE and break her hand!!!
If she's back to Cobra Kai even after all she went through there is because of the "promise" she made to her mom to be a fighter and (though I think this plot line has been completely erased for another incomprehensible reason) because of her only family left: her 8-year-old brother.
If they plan to change this inner motivation with: I joined them because I wanted to be captain and since you replaced me I wanted to show you what you have lost... I'll unsubscribe Netflix 💔
You just can't build the most complex character in the series and then completely discard her potential.
Now I'll tell you what I think about that scene on the trailer and whose hand I think (hope) it is:
First of all, I can see that hand is absolutely masculine. I saw some people online wondering if maybe that's Kim Da Eun's hand but I seriously doubt it.
Second of all, the gi we see is black, unless they wanna play with the "oh, it was just the lighting" thing and then make it a dark blue or brown... But I don't think so. I really think it's a Cobra Kai student's gi.
But if not Kwon's? Whose hand is it?
This is when things get deep and interesting...
I saw this months ago and didn't really pay attention to it, but now... It's my ray of hope:
This theory I read said that it was leaked that episode 12 from season 6 is almost completely a flashback, since no one from the main cast is featured in it. So it has to be a flashback from even before Kreese and Silver were in Vietnam. Maybe we'll get to know a little bit of the story behind Miyagi's dark past already in part 2?
What if that was Kim Sun-Yung's hand when he was younger? Or someone from his family that fought against Miyagi and then died?
It's just a crazy theory, but I can't find a reason why they would make Kwon use the knife. If he really does, I hope is a form of self-defence because an armed fight has started (Maybe against Silver or a bigger enemy?).
And, well, if they really decide to make Kwon go all gore then I WANT CONTEXT. Why does he want to win so badly that he's ready to fatally injure (even kill) another teen? We only had a few scenes of him in part 1, but when he decided to say as Kreese suggested and attack the other students to prove he was the best of them all, that was only because those three had pushed him down the stairs, stone stairs. Who wouldn't be mad after that?
By now we haven't seen him being violent with other people because he can. He was something as the cocky class clown, showing off his skills and making acid remarks when the teachers asked questions. But that was it. Even when Kim Da Eun grounded him for not following the lesson and made him clean her grandfather's toilet, he almost immediately obeyed and didn't do anything in revenge to the rest of the class for laughing at him.
I've had some classmates like him during my school days and I would prefer spending an afternoon with them than with the teacher's pet that looked down at me and then talked badly behind my back 😅
Anyways, I don't want to go off topic. We'll get all the answers when part 2 is finally released 🙏🏻😭
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They are spreading that he took the role in Squid Game cuz he's broke (listen, he might spend a lot but dude's not starving or full of debt like they be implying) and wants his fame back so bad that he offered to work for free (which he didn't lmao he got paid well for 6 episodes out of 7), that he went to jail for the weed thing, that he didn't get a script for Squid Game (which started as a fandom joke amongst TOP fans but these dumbasses took it as absolute truth and ran with it)...Essentially they are projecting Thanos backstory into the real guy, which is not cool.
(They are also making sad sob edits of that video of him leaving the hospital and being hounded by reporters after his attempt)
Girl.....what the FUCK
I don't even know what to say.....
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But tbh, don't hate me but aside from the weed jail thing (which is total BS and wrong! Seo hee did the jail time not top!) Needing money is plausible. Needing his fame back is messy. He was established in the art industry for a while but also..
THIS IS WHAT WE MEANT BY NOT WANTING TOP TO GET TOP INVOLVED AND OBSESSED OVER THE SPACE X PROJECT! He had his heart set on that trip to space (that seemed illogical and unrealistic as hell anyway) and was so convinced he was going to the moon with other losers (minus steven aoki, cause aoki is never a loser) that he became narrow minded about it. To the point where that's ALL he talked about and focused on.
He was given a lot of promises and verbal confirmations but nothing concrete. Squid Game really saved his ass to be honest. Idc who I offend with saying this.... but had he never gotten that show, he would've been SOL and had egg on his face even more than he already did when it was announced space x wasnt happening.
Tbh I'm going to chalk all these rumors and draggings of him up to that. He fucked himself over by not actually behaving like an adult and balancing his interest / hopes out for that project with the wine business, music, or art. Anything else. I don't even remember the last time he had that much passion for music. Last time I personally remember him being so passionate about something was the Tazza movie when he was basically professing he was going to be an actor and we all expected him to leave big bang right then.
He didn't stick it out like everyone projected and it slowly fizzeled out. He's not consistent and tends to get obsessed over one interest in an extreme manner, ignoring and negelecting his other talents and responsibilities. I hate this for him cause when he applies himself he can be really productive and make great music. Great stuff in general.
This is why I always theorized along with a few others back in the day that he was on the spectrum like high functioning. But thats out of the window. He just does this on purpose I believe. Idk.
The newbies need to stop stiring the pot and starting drama but the woe is me edits is overboard. Top came out of the hospital after he supposedly had a melt down after the whole seo hee ordeal and his rep / image going down the toliet. He had some past rumored mental health issues but thats just general shit. A lot of idols have had it worse than him and pulled themselves together better.
Long story short - I don't think he should've taken this project and he's elevated the show for better and worse. Because of the timeline, his lack of steady and structured employment / projects, him lacking a solid respectable image with neing productive at something (the wine is whatever, lets be honest) and the very slapped together details of the role, its prompted people to treat him this way. Top and his fans need to understand that you represent the integrity and legitimacy of a role and show when you sign on for it. Him being okay with this role and the way it is, as well as the vague way he got the role just makes it all weird tbh.
The director thinks the public are idiots if he really going to say he wrote this character on his own will but its screaming top inside & out. Like just take it on the chin and say I wanted him in the show so I allowed to come and be himself. Simple.
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afreakingdork · 2 months ago
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Soft Spot - Chapter 18
RotTMNT Donatello x Reader
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When the sips so good it goes straight to your ears; chapter art by @garbagemilkshake
Rated: Explicit
Warnings/Tags: Romance, Established Relationship, Married Couple, Married Life, Aged-Up Mutant Ninja Turtles, Villain Donatello (TMNT), Love, POV Second Person, Babies, Pregnancy, AFAB reader, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, Fertility Issues, Pregnant Sex, Pregnancy Kink, Reader-Insert, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Cum Eating, Turtle Noises (TMNT), I have a Biology Degree and I’m Using it, Menstruation, There WILL NOT be any Miscarriages
Synopsis: First comes love. Then comes marriage. Then comes the next step about as smooth as the others arrived. The baby-oriented sequel to Weak Spot.
Also available on Ao3
First 💜 Previous
You were looking at baby formula and pondering.
You did this sort of thing more often than not when you got the rare moment alone.
You weren’t embarrassed about it, but when you had the chance, you ducked into any aisle that had contents geared toward the baby. From looking at infant medicine at the drugstore to spying diapers when you slipped away to grab toothpaste, you had to stare. There were a plethora of brands that you knew would soon be sorted through for consumption. Knowing your mate, you bet there was already a preliminary list being tallied, but there were too many unknowns in your 20th week of pregnancy to choose quiet yet, so you wondered.
Would your baby need milk?
No one had any idea.
It was what made these little sessions so alluring. You could fantasize about all the ways it could go without the stakes of another person. Donnie didn’t particularly count and you and him had looked on fondly towards some jarred baby food the other day, but you still liked slivers of time to yourself. It was a judgment free space where you could wonder if the milk you would eventually produce was viable. You could see yourself both nursing or preparing formula and you didn’t think less of either option.
It wasn’t your body’s fault, however it went.
You were gestating something with needs that were difficult to ascertain. Even now, past the point of supposed danger, there was a certain amount of concern. That eggshell continued to propagate on one side of your fetus and you were getting clearer and more baby-like images with each OBGYN visit. There appeared to be some plastron points on the front and that sparked yet another thing you supposedly shouldn’t have been able to manifest.
Dr. Kuro had made a joke about it being a marvel your body didn’t reject the invader as a cluster of foreign cells. Both you and Donnie felt comfortable enough to yell at the woman for saying so in such a casual manner. She tittered at you both. Your baby was safe, she assured, though there was yet another adjustment to your vitamin intake in anticipation of its ever evolving needs.
Your baby.
Your baby.
You could think that now.
You could do it openly.
The curve of your body was no longer your own guts.
It was your baby.
It was still relatively easy to conceal with your clothes, but it was there.
It was undeniable.
It was Donnie’s and your child and you were so overcome that your head bowed right there among a sea of formula options.
You breathed as evenly as you could and blew out the rest.
You weren’t going to keep getting teary at the constant revelation.
You were okay.
You were pregnant.
You hummed lightly to yourself and sighed into a chuckle.
You guessed there was also a chance that your baby wouldn’t have either formula or milk. It could go straight to solid foods even if that seemed like an odd thing to imagine. That was how baby turtles were; you pictured a small humanoid creature who you had just birthed sitting in a car seat and nibbling on a leaf of romaine.
You chuffed at the mental image and heard heels squeak.
It pulled your attention to the side where you watched a large man backtrack to look at you.
“Hypno!” You shouted and moved to him.
“Y/N!” He caught your hand and bowed to it with a flourish.
You giggled. “What are you doing?”
“Right!” He popped up, but didn’t let go. “Smoothies! Per your suggestion, I was trying the fare here!”
“You mean the ones in the café by the door?” You tilted your head knowingly.
“Quite…” He dragged out the phrase before releasing you and making a big show of looking around himself. “Hygiene and frozen foods... How the devil did I get here?”
You shared a snicker before walking with him to where he had obviously had a cart going.
“Alright, you’ve caught me! I was bewitched by fanciful products! You know I’ve been in the States for most of my life and I still haven’t gotten past America’s taste for decadence. These schmick grocers always get me!” He pulled his basket over. “Look here. They’ve got these large tubs of seaweed salad, one of my favorites and look at this edible clay!” He held up a red bag.
Your lips parted as you read over the sparse packaging.
“Warren will just love it!” He gushed.
The worm eating it was one thing, but you were left baffled as to why this was marketed as a supposed grocery store item. “I’m sure.”
“And bulk pallets of wheatgrass!” He continued on.
You didn’t see anything like that in his cart. “Oh?”
“I’ll grab it by the door on the way out!” He spoke a little too quickly.
Without ever having established it, you knew that was code for stealing and relieved yourself of judgment. “You getting into a health craze, too?”
“What’s that?” He blinked at you from where he was staring fondly at his choices.
“It seems like everyone I know is into something right now. A few of my friends, I’ve been doing Pilates, that kind of thing.”
He made a little animalistic snort to give you his attention. “Oh, no, nothing of the sort! I crave plants. Must be some semi-aquatic mammalian trait. I never thought much of the stuff before, but you add a dash of Doug and you get all new taste buds!”
You had to think for a moment. “Your mutation.”
“Right.” He nodded with a smile. “What about you?” He obviously looked around your person for a basket. “What sort of oddities did this house of enchantments beckon you with?”
You became painfully aware of the aisle you had just come from.
It was alright, you had to remind yourself.
You had passed the window of safety.
You were secure.
You could tell anyone you wanted.
You could tell.
The thought shook you a little more than you liked to admit.
As odd as it felt, you almost wanted to keep it to yourself.
You had weathered all manner of despair and anxiety to get to this point.
Yet you still snuck off for moments of joy alone.
It seemed obvious to ruminate on why, but it was also palpable. 
You had been through too much.
Though you knew every parent's journey was different and there was no comparison, for you it was a trial. From the months of trying to get pregnant to the terror of succeeding, even now you weren’t really free from concerning shackles. You had simply moved to a tentative neutrality where the many unknowns were managed by what was basically a think tank. A legion of people were interested in you and your baby’s safety and with that nothing felt like your own.
You were bound to lose more autonomy.
As soon as the bump became more of a belly, others would know or have their suspicions. The choice of who to tell would be robbed of you and that seemed more than enough reason to tell others on your own time. It would be your only way of taking back some control, but you resented that. You wanted to tell people because you wanted to share your joy, not because you were trying to get ahead of some information leak deadline.
You decided right then not to mention it.
Not because you didn’t adore Hypno.
Not because you didn’t want him to know.
For the time being, for this happy sliver, you wanted your baby all to yourself.
It was your bell pepper after all.
It helped that its comparison vegetable could be as green as your spouse and you looked upon Hypno from the paltry seconds you had taken to yourself. “Pretty much the same! I came for the smoothies and stayed to look around.”
Hypno tittered in a way that fluttered his ears. “It’s truly bizarre! Forty-two dollars for water? Why?! How?!”
You wheezed lightly. “Seriously? Who buys groceries here? Where was that?”
“I’ll say! This way! Come look!” He led you and you both talked casually on the way.
You pointed out objects to one another and scoffed at the prices.
Hypno was compelled to pluck a few more items, but you eventually made it halfway across the store.
“Is that mayonnaise?” You reached for a jar in a refrigerated case.
“Is it?” Hypno bobbed behind you even though he could clearly look over your head.
“It’s coconut yogurt…” You read the label. “Why is it jarred like this?”
“It’s unpasteurized too.” Hypno squinted around you as if he needed readers. “If it’s vegan, why does it need to be boiled?”
It felt like holding poison so you put it back. “Twenty-five dollars. Wow.”
“Think we’ve had enough of this. Smoothie time?” Hypno squeezed the cart he dwarfed.
“Smoothie time.” You agreed and headed with him in that direction.
“Pilates, eh?” He asked genially.
“Yeah. It sounds kind of pretentious when I say it here.”
“Better than hot goat yoga!” He chuckled to himself.
“Is that your secret?” You teased as you approached the café and looked over a menu.
He did the same. “Now that’s a room rife for mutation. I doubt they’d need flash paper! They’d come out of the steam with the ability to breathe fire!”
“You got actual magic from being a magician, right?”
“Who knows!?” His hands went up and he manifested a ring for the sake of it.
He offered it to you and you were careful of its razor sharp edge. “Did Warren get… news… related powers?”
Hypno snorted.
“No?” You feigned surprise and gave him his ring back.
It disappeared into his touch. “His sparkling on-screen personality was something he already possessed!”
“Right…” You tried not to roll your eyes. “How are you two doing?”
“Good!” He held a cutesy hand up to his chin to daydream. “It’s been lovely these days. Communication is on the up and up!”
“I’m glad.” You brushed your arm with his.
“He’s outside, actually.” Hypno addressed you with a bright smile.
“He didn’t want to look around with you?”
“He dislikes this sort of shopping. We all hang on to something from the before times. His is having his bits and bobs catered. Thinks grocery shopping is beneath him.”
You shrugged as you guessed that made enough sense.
“Though… I said outside, but he’s probably in that television station. No doubt still trying to get his own program.” He smiled fondly.
You made a little startled noise as you rotated to face him fully.
That was where Donnie was.
Unlike Warren and his incessant ulterior motives, your mate was upfront and honest with you.
He was tired of smoothies.
While he still happily employed the juicer, he had grown tired of the menagerie of mix-ins. Unlike your palate, his could parse out the many flavors and he grew fatigued from the overload. He opted most often for single blends and only went as far as doubles on days when he was feeling a bit more adventurous. Otherwise it was bland juices for him, which was fine.
When Coral had mentioned these grossly expensive smoothies, you had joked about getting one just for the cost. For Donnie, that alone was more than enough reason to go. You had a feeling he was preparing for cravings, though you hadn’t particularly noticed anything like that just yet. Until your first hankering kicked in, it seemed your husband was cataloging your mentions.
He made the extravagant trip worthwhile for both your sakes by saying he was going to check in on some sort of ad issue. Genius Built acted like most parent companies and thus never advertised themselves directly. Instead, their subsidiaries did when necessary. The company logo would appear at the end of commercials, but one had run recently had some kind of issue. Your mate still liked to throw his weight around once in a while to perpetuate the mythos of Genius Built’s haunting creator. He liked to pop in unannounced at all levels of production and today just so happened to be marketing via the TV station.
“What’s that expression?” Hypno was eyeing you.
“I’ll give you one guess where my husband is.”
Instead of outwardly acting, Hypno simply closed his eyes. “They never did get on.”
“Nope.”
“Let’s purchase our bevs before we deal with them.” He strategically left his cart just outside the café and walked to the counter.
You followed after. “You getting the wheat grass one?”
“How did you know?!” He gave you a cheeky grin. “Now see here, blender master!”
The employee looked at Hypno without an ounce of emotion.
“Your finest grasshopper concoction, s'il vous plait!” Hypno smacked the counter.
The employee blinked once and shifted their pupil to you.
“The collagen one?” You asked.
Instead of responding, they rung you up.
You went to pay. 
Hypno was bigger and faster than you in every way so when his hand shot out, he slipped beneath your card to tap his own. 
You pouted. 
This was a man that was stealing groceries; you weren’t about to let him pay for something this wasteful considering. 
“That’s too much!” 
“There, there. Too slow, as they say.” He dismissed you with a pat to your shoulder. “What’s a gift for old friends?” 
“I guess if that’s your only expense.” You sighed and moved to sit.
“What’s that?” Hypno asked with clear nerves.
“Huh? Nothing.” You chirped.
He moved to change the subject. “Right, well, what’s this about collagen? Minding the skin, eh?”
“Y-yup!” You cursed yourself for the surprised stutter.
It wasn’t an unusual health fad.
Anyone who worried about aging used the product just as much.
“Think I’d benefit…?” Hypno lightly pulled his cheek.
You popped a vowel before rushing to his attention. “I mean maybe! It can help, but it’s not like you need it!”
“True…” He put his skin back in place. “I’ve heard it’s good for joints. Do you know anything about that?”
“Uh, yeah! It is…!” You had to reframe your phrasing so it wasn’t about pregnancy. “It helps with nutrient absorption and ligaments… I think.”
“You said ‘craze’ earlier.” He dropped his arm. “Is it a fad diet?”
“Maybe…? There’s definitely science to it. I’m not sure if collagen spiked creams are better for your skin than taking a supplement though…”
“So much to think about.” He chuffed. “Getting old! Bah!”
You softened some. “You’re not that old.”
“Don’t start!” He complained and crossed his legs in a huff of irritation. “I’ve heard it all. I’m ancient and you will accept it!”
“No!” You fussed.
“It’s maintenance!” His head lolled. “I keep these old bones as fresh as I can. You’re good to start now! It’ll make a world of difference. I wish I’d kept up in my youth like you.”
“Sure…” You sounded guilty and you could only thank Hypno’s poor perception skills.
“Hey, now…” He was in motion.
Your heart rate jumped. 
You thought he might ask and you would surely grumble, but he was clearly focused on something else. 
His displeasure sat with your smoothies on the counter where the server had never called out a sound that they were ready. 
“Certainly not paying for service.” He went to get them and brought your drink back for you.
“They didn’t say anything?” You took the cold cup.
“Not in the slightest!” Hypno let one of his ears twitch. “Let’s go wrangle our spouses.”
“Oh yeah…” You had almost forgotten you had an ordeal to tend to.
Hypno took one satisfied taste of his drink before he belched out satisfaction. 
“But first…” He led.
You waited for him as you sucked on your straw and got the first taste of iced goodness.
“I need to pay… yes, pay for all my goods from the place of service. You should scout it out. The talent agencies are always after me, you know! You put on several good shows and everyone is chomping at the bit to get the first on screen interview!” He prattled on.
You looked over him with a slight wobbling of your form as you tried to keep in a laugh. “Sure. You got it, Hypno.”
He had slight offense and turned it away toward his cart. “Hurry now! Before we both garner that kind of notoriety! Famous spouses and all!”
You doubted there was any way Donnie would allow such a thing, but you pretended to pick up speed.
You exited at a relaxed pace and checked your smoothie with a bob of your straw. It was pretty good, but not as good as its price suggested. You went back to sucking it casually as you headed down the sidewalk. Almost immediately, you spied your husband’s black coat as he stared up at the neighboring building’s exterior. As you got closer he seemed to be spacing out and he had a cat carrier clutched in his hand.
You guessed the contents before you got close enough to hear the hissing.
“Let me out right this instance you Boysenberry Bruise! No amount of make-up will cover your ugly mug when I’m done with-!!!”
Donnie turned to look at you.
You signed a greeting with one hand as you assumed he had turned his implants off.
He signed back in a way that said you were correct.
“What’s going on!? What’s with the weird code!? You think I don’t know hand signals!? How do you think we start a broadcast!!”
You blinked in a wide show at Warren’s volume.
‘How’s Hypno?’ Donnie asked with his hands.
‘Good.’ You responded while juggling your drink. ‘He’s stealing some groceries.’
‘They aren’t very well off.’ Your husband was nonplussed.
‘He got the smoothies.’
‘I’ll repay him.’ He nodded. ‘How is it?’
‘It’s alright, but not twenty plus dollars alright. How’d this happen?’ You pointed at the carrier.
Warren’s little arms would flail out from between the bars every so often.
‘He tried to hijack the airwaves.’
‘Fun.’ You drank loudly.
“Hey! What is that?!” Warren’s green eyes flashed as he wriggled around his carrier.
You didn’t bother with him. ‘Get the commercial fixed?’
‘Yes. Thankfully.’
‘Good.’
“Is that a smoothie?” Warren finally found an angle where he could see you.
“Yeah. I got a collagen one.”
“Why!? You don’t need it! You aren’t even going on camera!” The worm huffed.
“And you are?” You looked at him and smirked around your straw.
His arms shot out as he tried to grab you.
He had less than an inch of reach and wasn’t anywhere near you, but Donnie bounced the case.
He rattled inside and cussed up a storm.
People took a wide berth around you on the sidewalk.
“If you didn’t have five seconds in the spotlight with my husband, then I swear!!!”
“Swear what?!” A large and unmistakable aura appeared behind you. 
Warren squeaked silent.
“How’s your smoothie?” Hypno dropped his loom and came around your side to set his bags down.
“Good!” You were almost done.
“Not really worth it though, eh?” He made a squished face.
“Not at all.” You agreed. “Did they skimp on the grass?”
“No! Surprisingly!” He smiled and looked at his drained cup. “A good ratio, it’s just I would need four times the size anyway, and the cost.”
“Lunch?” Donnie asked with a swing of his body to face you both.
“If you didn’t ask then I would have!” Hypno cheered and then squatted down to the carrier. “Love, how are you doing? Calm enough for a meal?”
“Calm enough!? You are not leaving me in here!!”
“A place that allows pets?” Hypno stood cheerily.
“I saw some dogs at a place over there.” You pointed.
“Perfect. Shall we?” Hypno gathered his bags.
Donnie nodded.
You all moved to walk while Warren continued to spit up a storm.
“What about fish oil?” Hypno asked amongst the noise.
“I’ve been eating more fish actually.” You told him.
Donnie glanced at your moving mouths, but it appeared to be too much while also walking.
You watched him tap the side of his head and blink rapidly as Warren’s volume washed over it.
“It’s like heavy metals on one side and chemicals on the other.” You went on in your explanation.
“You know I took a school trip to the Trout hatchery once.”
“Trout…?” You tried to remember what you learned about that one.
“Oh, there’s this tinned one that’s smoked!” Hypno hummed happily.
An image of him trying to pick open the tiny containers flashed in your mind. “Now that’s something that’s not worth the price!”
“You have no idea!” Hypno descended on you with commiseration. “They should make those in bulk!”
You chuckled at the thought. “Maybe one of those bulk stores?”
“But then transportation!”
“On the subway!?”
Hypno groaned.
“Tinned fish.” Donnie murmured. “If we avoid shellfish…”
You flicked a warm glance at your husband.
“I know that line!” Hypno shared some kind of joke with you.
You looked him up curiously.
“That’s a man that’s had food poisoning!” Hypno flicked his head to Donnie. “We’ve all been there. The allure of oysters!”
“Oh, that’s not-”
Donnie scoffed. “I’d scent rotten product.”
“Oh!” Hypno was rueful toward your husband before he looked at you. “You suffered then? An awful blight.”
“No…”
“Then what’s this? Don’t tell me he sniffs everything you eat?”
You opened your mouth to clear the confusion.
“Of course, I do!” Donnie was clearly insulted. “Don’t insinuate control. There is none. It’s safety. It’s clearance of bacteria, virus, and chemical on consumables. Endless contamination that in other instance would be digested, but with an infant, they filter! When it comes to our child’s safety, it’s pittance!”
Hypno stopped abruptly.
You followed close and smacked a hand to your face.
You heard Donnie grunt out a confused note.
“Wait…” Warren finally quieted. “Wait, wait…!” 
“Y/N…?” Hypno was clearly prompting you.
You peered through your fingers at him.
“Does that mean…?” Warren wondered.
“Did you… not…?” Donnie was growing pale.
“No…” You murmured. “I didn’t… tell him.” 
“So that was…!?” Warren shuffled in the carrier.
“Y/N…!” Hypno went on.
“Hypno, I’m sorry that wasn’t…!”
There was a slam on plastic that caused Donnie to falter.
The carrier fell from his hand and banged against the ground.
The solid strike was enough that something jostled and Warren was able to pinch the lock open and free himself.
He stood atop the carrier and stared at you with huge eyes. “You’re knocked up!!”
You closed your fingers. “Please…!”
“He knocked you up!” You could hear Warren pointing.
“Y/N…” Donnie tried.
“No… It’s fine. I was going to tell them. I just…” You interjected.
You finally looked at Hypno, ready with a proper apology, only to find him openly weeping.
“Ah!” You drew out a soft scream and went to him. “I’m so sorry. I swear I wasn’t trying to keep it from you! It wasn’t like a big secret! Well, it was, but it’s not anymore! I just hadn’t-!”
“A baby!!” Hypno choked out the phrase.
“Y-yeah…”
“That’s wonderful news!!!” You were scooped up in what you thought might be a crushing hug, but Hypno was a gentle giant around you.
You were still bewildered and sent that to your mate.
He was beside you in an instant.
The moment his hands rose, Warren saw a threat and moved himself.
“Touch him and we’ll see who calls cut.” Warren readied himself at Donnie’s throat.
“He has my spouse!” Donnie snarled.
“It’s o-okay!” You were jostled, but delicately cradled in Hypno’s arms. “He’s not mad! I think he’s-”
“A baby! A baby!” Hypno bellowed happily before he snatched up Warren to squeeze the life out of him in his other arm. “Do you hear that, love?! A baby! Oh, I never thought I’d get to dote on one! I always wanted kids, but it wasn’t in the cards! Oh, Warren!”
The worm retched from where he was about to be crushed.
He was immediately released and switched to wheezing in Hypno’s palm. 
You hugged Hypno as best you could.
It brought on another wave of tears.
Donnie sighed against your side and refused to move.
“I should have told you!” You felt similar tears prick your eyes.
“No! I’m sure you have your reasons! You aren’t even showing! How far along are you?”
“20 weeks!”
“I never liked how they measured that in weeks!” Hypno weeped.
You followed suit and laughed. “Always converting it is such a pain…”
“Promise me you won’t do that thing when the little one turns a year! ‘They’re eighty-three weeks old!’ That means nothing!”
“Sure!” You sniffled.
“This is cause for celebration!” Hypno hollered and set you down. “An eatery for dogs is nowhere near swank enough!”
“We don’t have to-!” You fused as he had already splurged on those smoothies. 
“I insist!” Hypno smiled and made sure you were sturdy against your spouse before checking on his own.
“The turtle offered. it’s on him.” Warren fixed his hair. “Well pick the place.” 
“That alright?” Hypno gave an affectionate whine. 
“Yeah, yeah!” Warren finished preening and sighed. “Why didn’t you tell me? If you wanted a baby so bad, we could have taken one whenever!”
“Stop that!” Hypno thumbed him.
“You stop! I’m serious!” Warren shoved the digit.
“I know you are! Taking a child! That is beneath us.”
“You maybe…” Warren spoke out of the corner of his mouth. “You know what baby kissing does for publicity?”
Hypno rolled his eyes. “We’ll need to mind the menu, is that right? Is there somewhere suitable?”
“It’s not that intense.” You laughed it off and wiped your eyes.
“He just poison tests your meals?” Hypno arched a cocky brow.
Donnie passed you a hanky.
“It sounds worse than it is…” You chuckled and dabbed your face.
“Oh, but the salad!” Hypno checked his bags. “It’s meant to be refrigerated, what should we-?” 
“We’ll have it sent.” Donnie was clearly grappling with disengaging his concern.
“Sent where? Hand delivered? You got a guy?” Warren was inching toward Donnie. “I’ve been trying to get a guy! A grocery delivery guy! I need my things put in my fridge and cabinets! Right where they’re supposed to be, you see, it all started-!”
Donnie’s eyes rolled back into his head.
He was probably being especially docile since he mistakenly revealed your pregnancy.
You would assure him it was fine later.
You could enjoy this moment now. 
It wasn’t exactly how you meant it to happen, but you supposed that it was fine all the same. It was the company that mattered. 
💜 NEXT 💜
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Could I request a yandere fic for hyunjae where the reader somehow escapes him and a few months/years later the reader comes across Hyunjae
Never Really Escaped: Yandere!Hyunjae
WC: 1139 
TW: Yandere, no real violence though, mentions of being in an abusive relationship, mentions of therapy, please let me know if I forgot anything. 
A/N: Not proofread, and honestly not too sure if I’m completely satisfied with this? I have a lot of ideas on yandere Hyunjae though. 
It was abnormal, waking up in your own apartment by yourself. It was such a simple act that was so normal to so many people, but felt so foreign for you. Most people would think you would be over it by now, or at least you should be since it’s been a year since you’ve escaped that hell hole you used to call home. A year since you’ve left the man you once considered your soulmate. Your therapist telling you that you would heal in no time, that you just got to keep telling yourself that you’re no longer there. That you’re safe now.
The days were usually okay, you had a stable job once again, and were able to form solid healthy relations with your friends and family again. You were able to distract yourself, keeping your mind far away from the dark memories that crowded your brain. But once the night fell and you were once again alone in your room, images would begin to play in your mind like it was a movie. The scenes of your boyfriend being sweet and loving towards you, sharing calming moments of you two when you would bake together or would goof off. They always seemed so innocent, causing guilt to creep all through your body. Often leading you to question yourself if leaving him was a good idea after all, that maybe he was just misunderstood. Both fortunate and unfortunately for you those pure innocent moments would disappear from your mind as new ones would form. The ones you hated the most, causing the guilt to instantly vanish as new emotions took over. It was always too much, so many flooding your body as fear and anger would fight each other on who should take over. 
Yes, you did love Hyunjae, you really did. But a part of you hated him. He was just getting too much, you felt like you were drowning whenever you were around him. Even when he wasn’t around, you couldn’t breathe. You weren’t sure if it was because of how controlling and paranoid he was, or if it was simply because you haven’t had fresh air for at least two years having been forbidden to go outside. You missed it, the crisp air that would fill your lungs, the chirps from birds and buzzes from the bugs. But what you missed the most of all was how the sun would soak into your skin, you used to hate it. Finding the heat from the sun nauseating. You had enough, you really did, you couldn’t stand it anymore, having gone from trying to convince yourself that he was just insecure and mentally unstable to realizing he was just a psycho who wanted to control every aspect of his life including you. 
You’ve quickly come to realize that it was going to be another sleepless night. You sat up and put on your slippers and made your way to the kitchen, hoping a cup of tea would help your nerves. As you settled the kettle onto the open flame of the stove you sighed, “he won’t find me” you mumbled softly, not even really believing those words yourself. Your body leaning against the counter as you ran your fingers through your hair as you waited for the kettle to whistle to let you know it was done. Bang Bang, A loud knocking noise came from your front door, which was weird, it was almost 2:30am, why on earth would anyone be at your door at this hour. Bang Bang again, another set of knocks, curiosity getting the best of you, you made your way to the door. Maybe it was your neighbor? Or the apartment's security guard? The knocking kept going as you approached the door. Stepping on your tiptoes you looked through the peephole, but to your surprise no one was there. A sharp pain went throughout your heart, feeling like your lungs were about to close up on you. Who would it be? Is it him? No, it couldn’t be, if it was him he would’ve bursted through the door by now. A million thoughts started running through your mind, but you have to open it. It’s okay, you can do it, it’s probably a police officer! Of course, it’s probably them, they usually stand off to the side when knocking on doors. It must be them, you take a deep breath and finally open the door. You look up expecting almost hoping it was indeed the police. As soon as your eyes made contact with the one standing before you, you felt your heart stop, your body running cold as you felt your stomach reaching your throat. You wanted to run, you needed to, but your feet were stuck to the floor as if medusa had turned you into one of her infamous statues. 
“Hello my love”, he attempted to say softly and endearingly, but instead came off domineering and almost desperately.
 Unlike you Hyunjae was glad to see you, he had been looking for a whole year trying to find you. The amount of people he killed in the process just to get information about your whereabouts. When Hyunjae first came home to see you were nowhere to be seen he was furious but not surprised. Assuming you had tried to attempt one of your little escape plans as you have attempted to do so oh so many times in the past. He had expected to have found you within the last hour, thinking you were hiding somewhere on the grounds. But when his men came to him with news that you were actually gone, that they can’t seem to find you anywhere. Well, to say he may have blacked out in absolute rage murdering all of his men on sight would be an understatement. He had never experienced such emotions before, how dare you leave him, he was so good to you and this is how you repay him?. His initial thought was to blame you, you were an ungrateful brat who needed to be taught a lesson. But as time went by he soon started to question his own thoughts. He eventually began to put the blame on himself, was he not attentive enough? Was his punishments’ too much? Was he too protective over you?. Yes, protective, always protective, he would never use the words controlling, or obsessive, he was just protective over you. 
He took a step forward, never breaking eye contact. A gentle smile placed on his lips, as he embraced you in a tight hug, his nose nuzzling against your neck. “I missed you”, he continued to hold you close as you just stood there in shock, not knowing what to do. No words could come out, because you were aware that you are officially completely fucked. 
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yupuffin · 21 days ago
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Okay okay-
Not the same Quay thought as before, but I do have a song for you.
Not necessarily the messaging or anything since I don’t know enough to fully analyze Quay- but this song just gives me mental images of the sea and of beachside festivals and the like.
It’s a nice listen and I think fits the aesthetic a bit? Not really calm, but very fun.
Ooh, a song! ✨👀 And no biggie; "beach" is like. a solid 50% or more of Quay's personality, in any case, so putting that with all of his lore still being very much a work in progress, I will take any song about the ocean I can get! Worst-case scenario, even for just my personal enjoyment😆
So the feeling of this one made me go "Okay, maybe this is Quay when he's feeling angsty" (at which point I paused, because Quay isn't all that angsty, at least on the outside) and then I went. WAIT. IT'S MORTEQUAY.
Those would be my initial thoughts, anyway. Between constantly being on the verge of burnout and dealing with the lingering frustration of everything that happened in his childhood -- which, for what it's worth, I'm inferring based on what we know of his lore, are connected -- for Mortefi, Quay is a form of emotional support; Quay complements Mortefi in that he's pretty simple-minded, not particularly ambitious, and overall easygoing, on top of just being a consistent social connection.
If that makes any sense, that would be my interpretation! 😆 Thank you for the thoughts 👀✨
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deans-baby-momma · 1 year ago
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Secrets & Desires- Part 1
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A/N: Please let me know what you think! Reblogs and likes are nice but feedback is better.
Sam has been keeping a secret from Dean. For a while now - it’s killing him but he doesn’t know how to explain it to his older brother. How do you tell someone you’ve looked up to your whole life that you’ve finally found someone who gets you; who has the same sexual energy, desires and fetishes? And that she’s older. 
Dean would probably not bat an eye, even be proud of his little brother for a moment. Until he found out who Sam has been sneaking around with. And it all started with one little phrase during a case. 
2012
“Do I have to use my ‘mom voice’?”
Jody Mills was not someone Sam ever thought of in a sexual way. She was a friend, a fellow hunter but when he returned to the first floor after finding Dean’s note and the sheriff actually used her ‘mom voice’ on him, it did something to him. 
Sam wasn’t going to pursue it. He thought she was just being a caretaker, looking out for him because she saw how exhausted he was……and maybe she was but even after they retrieved Dean and went their separate ways, Sam couldn’t get the image of Jody being Mommy for him.
When Crowley almost took Jody’s life in a bid to get the Winchesters to stop trying to close the gates of Hell, Sam decided it was now or never. He was going to make a move, but before that could happen, the trials almost claimed his life.
The next time they met up for a case, Sam could barely look at Jody. The dreams that his imagination had conjured up left him wound up about the woman who’d lost almost everything. And when Sam and Dean signed the chastity vow, he figured he probably needed to just forget everything.
Until Jody said something when they figured out Dean was boning the chastity group’s counselor, Suzy, a reformed porn star.
“I’d like to whip his tail for thinking with his dick instead of his brain during a case!”
Sam couldn’t stand it anymore. So as they stood in the remnants of Dean and Suzy’s abduction, Sam pulled Jody to him and kissed her soundly before uttering, “You can spank me anytime, Mommy.”  
"Sam?" Jody says incredulously, making Sam want to shrink into oblivion.  Had he read the situation all wrong? Was the vibe she was emitting completely innocent and he just made a giant mistake?
"Oh god Jody," he begins pulling away. "I'm so sorry!"
"Sam Winchester!" Jody scolds, shutting the tall hunter up. She wraps her arms around his waist and places her hands on his ass. "I would love to use my crop on this ass," she tells him with a quick squeeze. "Fuck, I bet you could bounce a nickel off that."
Sam feels himself blush at her observation. But he mentally pats himself on the back because he had been correct, she was into the whole Mommy kink - or at least ready to give it a go. He smiles as he plants his hands on her cheeks and leans down and captures her lips again.
Jody wastes no time allowing him entrance between her lips. She had been attracted to Sam for years. He just exuded confidence and security and she had thought she sensed a bit of a kinky side to him once or twice. 
Now she knew what he was into, she had no problems being that for him. She couldn't wait to see the big, strong, brave hunter become submissive and complacent in her bed.
The kiss seemed to become a battle for dominance but Jody knew just what to do to gain the upper hand.  She slid her hands down Sam's back and once again cupped his buttocks before lifting her right hand and landing a solid smack on his left cheek.
Sam moaned into her mouth, giving her the advantage to take control. Once air became a necessity,  the two pulled apart and Jody looked up at him through her lashes. "There's more where that came from," she teased. 
Sam opened his mouth to respond but with an inhale, he got a slight whiff of Dean's cologne and remembered the case.
"As much as I want to continue this," he said remorsefully. "We need to find my brother."
Jody nods and steps out of the embrace, but not before locking Sam in a commanding look  "Once we find Dean, you come to my room and get your comeuppance. You understand Mister?"
Sam's dick twitched in his jeans at the assertiveness. The authority in her voice made him want to obey, like a good little boy. 
"Yes ma'am."
Once they discovered the monster, a Roman goddess named Vesta that was kidnapping and killing virgins, the hunter and the sheriff learned that the only way to kill it was oak stained in virgin blood.  They also learned from a staticky and short phone call from Dean that he and the others were being held at an old farm near train tracks.
With an oak stake dipped in the blood of one of the chastity group members, they arrive at the farm and hunt for the goddess and her victims. 
In a bid to save Dean and the others, along with Sam who was knocked unconscious,  Jody goes up against the monster - getting stabbed herself.
Still, she used what strength she had left to kill Vesta and save them all.  Jody Mills wasn't going to have more deaths on her conscience, especially that of her friends and possible future lover.
Only that would have to hold off, as she herself was too injured to participate in those types of events.
While Dean was off checking on Suzy and the others, Jody  and Sam concluded that as soon as she healed, she would call him.
"I'd tell you boys to stay out of trouble," Jody says later in the Winchester's motel room, looking from one to the other. "But what's the point?"
Dean hugs her and thanks her for bailing him out. She hugs Sam and then takes the bag he hands her. She glances at Dean to see he has turned his back on them so she whispers, "I'll call you. Be a good boy."
Sam subtly nods and is rewarded with a wink and an air kiss. He watches as Jody walks out the door. 
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abigailkendallwrites · 1 year ago
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WINGLEADER: A Xaden Riorson POV Fanfiction
CHAPTER 20
Hours later, I knock quietly on Garrick’s door, already undoing the wards I set myself on his room. 
I’m dead on my feet, so emotionally and physically spent that I’m considering turning around and, quite literally, crawling to bed when the door swings open and Garrick’s face lights up with surprise. “What’s up?” 
I hold up a heavy jug of Beirm, and he cracks a grin, stepping aside. “Oh, do come in, brother.”
I walk in, popping the cork before Garrick can shut the door, and take a long swig, swallowing down the bitter liquid.
Garrick replaces the wards on his door and sits in one of the four chairs surrounding a small rectangular table pushed against the far wall.
I set the jug on the table with a heavy thunk and remove my jacket before sliding into the chair across from him. He swigs from the jug and smacks his lips. 
“Gods, that’s good.”
“It was…needed after this morning.” I rub my eyes, trying to push the exhaustion back with my fingers.
“I honestly can’t believe it went down like that. Amber Mavis breaking the rules.” He pauses, taking another pull of Beirm. “Fucking Dain too.”
“Fuck him. Gods fuck him.” I seethe. “I have my suspicions about Amber’s rather extreme reaction.”
Garrick looks up at the ceiling, thinking. “Ah. Dain.”
“Yup.” I say, my lips smacking out a pop of disdain as I take the jug from Garrick and chug. “Those two were absolutely hooking up all last year. I have no doubt she either saw or heard about Dain and Violet’s very public kiss.”
“After Violet’s little rule bending during the Gauntlet?” I nod in confirmation and Garrick clicks his tongue sardonically. “ Insult to injury.”
There’s a knock at the door, followed by Bodhi and Imogen’s voices floating through the solid wood.
“Xaden, I saw you walk over here with a jug in your hand. We want in!” Bodhi whisper-shouts through the door. 
“Yeah, you guys aren’t the only ones who had a shitty day.” Imogen adds and the door knob rattles violently.
Garrick and I share a look, and I push myself out of my chair. 
I smirk, whispering back through the door. “There’s not enough for sharing with second-years.” The handle rattles harder in response.
I open the door and they slip inside, Imogen sliding into the chair next to Garrick. 
It doesn’t go unnoticed and Garrick stiffens imperceptibly. He’s still as death as Imogen settles into her chair.
He stares at her forearms, which she’s propped up on the table for a heartbeat and then relaxes, setting his own arms on the table, their elbows brushing against each other as whatever wall he tried to build between them disintegrates at her proximity.
“That was quite the scene today, Xaden.” Bodhi smiles and raises his eyebrows in amusement.
I slide back into my seat, crossing an ankle over my knee and leaning back against the chair
“Yeah.” I force out through my teeth. “Can we just drink, please?” I shove the jug at Bodhi. 
He grins wider and hooks his fingers around the neck of the bottle, swigging with a gulp. 
The sensation slams into me like a truck.
My body goes rigid,  hands clenching into fists on the table. 
My mental shield barely softens the unfiltered lust that crushes into me. Images and feelings flood my brain, the wind ripping through my wings as I tumble. The feel of fangs and claws and crippling need have me swaying in my seat.
The table goes still, everyone inspecting me warily. They’ve been present on more than one occasion where Tairn and Sgaeyl’s intimacy has sent me spiraling.
My normal response would be to run to Orla’s room and beg for some kind of release until the two dragons are done.
Which is, very decidedly, not an option. 
Bodhi makes a loud kissing noise, and I realize I’ve been staring down at the table for the last minute.
I blink rapidly and clear my throat. “Well, that’s my cue.” I huff and stand, grabbing my jacket off the back of the chair.
Garrick’s eyes narrow on me, “Where are you going?”
“Orla’s room, obviously,” Imogen answers for me with a smirk.
“No.” The word comes out clipped. “I– that’s not happening anymore.”
Imogen and Bodhi both raise their eyebrows in disbelief.
I shrug on my jacket, not bothering to spare them a glance.
Fucking children.
“Keep the Bierm, kiddos.” I give them a backwards wave over my shoulder as I walk to the door.
“Xaden.” Garrick calls, warning in his tone. I turn, cocking an eyebrow. Another wave of desire courses low in my gut, and grit my teeth, my eyes darting down to the floor. 
I’d prefer not to look at Garrick like I want to fuck him.
“Xaden.” Garrick repeats, and my eyes turn back up to meet his. “Be smart.” It doesn’t take me more than a breath to realize what he’s implying.
Violet.
“Yea. I will be.”
I leave, stalking to my room in silence. Garrick’s warning doesn’t have the desired effect.
Instead, it’s become a pounding chant in my head, a summons to turn in the other direction and run to Violet’s room. 
I reach my door and shove it open, walking to my desk and pulling out a jar of churam and a stack of thin rectangular paper I keep stashed there. 
I hold the paper in one hand and pop open the lid to the churam with the other, grabbing a few buds between my fingers. The sticky plant leaves a residue on my fingers as I crumble it, letting the leaves fall into the paper and rolling it into a thick cone.
I run my tongue along the crease, sealing it closed and pocket the cigarette. Screwing the lid back on the jar, I throw my supplies back into the desk, and grab a pack of matches on my way out the door.
Quick, efficient, and deeply necessary right now.
I practically run out of the citadel, relishing the cold air on my skin.
I shed my jacket, dropping it to the snowy ground, and lean back against the stone wall, closing my eyes and checking to make sure my mind is firmly grounded.
A quick strike of the match has the coned cigarette burning, and I take a long inhale of the earthy smoke. My lungs ache and I hold the smoke in my lungs, letting it burn out the heat that’s pulsing low in my gut.
My control has slipped into a relaxed calm from the churam’s effect, and my signet is out in full force, picking up small shadows all around me, curling, directionless across the ground. I sense Violet in the shadows before she makes it out of the stairwell. 
She burst out into the cold air, eyes wild and breathing heavy. I take a lazy drag and watch as she tips her head back, savoring the snow on her face.
She looks so peaceful, her eyes closed and mouth parted, tipped up in the faintest smile.
Her eyes fly open and her peaceful expression is broken as she spins around to face me.
“Is  that…churam?” Violet is visibly shocked.
I exhale, the smoke mixing with my breath. “Want some? Unless you’re here to continue our earlier argument, in which case, none for you,” my tone teasing.
Her jaw drops, “No! We’re not allowed to smoke that!”
“Yeah, well, the people who made that rule obviously weren’t bonded to Sgaeyl and Tairn, now were they?” An easy smirk curling my lips.
Violet just stares, her eyes like hot coals. There’s no question that she’s being equally as affected.
“It helps with…distancing yourself.” I hold out the churam and lift an eyebrow in question. “Beyond what shielding does, of course.”
Violet shakes her head and walks over, leaning back on the wall next to me.
I’m openly staring, and I can’t bring myself to look away as she rests her head on the stone.
“Suit yourself.” I take a long, deep inhale, praying to every god that exists that it’s enough to keep my head on straight.
For Violet’s sake, I tap the lit end of the cigarette against the wall, putting it out. 
“I feel like I’m on fucking fire.” She groans.
“Yeah. That happens.” I laugh, and it comes out low and throaty. I look out at the snowy landscape and smile broadly at the outrageousness of it all. Violet and I tied together like this. 
My nightmare and my daydream.
Violet turns and looks at me for long enough that I turn my gaze to hers. 
There’s something dark and wicked and hungry in her expression and my chest flares at the intensity of it.
“Oh, Violence, you’re going to have to learn to shield against Tairn, or his escapades with Sgaeyl will drive you mad–or into someone’s bed.”
She squeezes her eyes shut and a grimace spreads across her face. “Oh, I know. I am horrified to see Liam again.”
“Liam? Why?” I pivot to face her, leaning my shoulder against the wall. “Where the hell is your bodyguard?”
“I’m my own bodyguard.” She snaps, but her words are missing their usual bite. She rests her cheek against the cold stone. “And he’s in bed.”
My quiet, churam hazed brain is suddenly on high alert, a stream of thoughts filling the once empty space. “Your bed?” I question in alarm.
She slowly opens her eyes and examines my face with a little too much clarity. “No. Not that it should matter to you.” 
Right. She’s right. I’m not in any position to dictate who she does or doesn’t sleep with.
The monster inside of me starts snarling at the flat out denial. “It doesn’t matter to me as long as you’re both consenting.” Liar. “And trust me, you’re in no condition to consent.”
Violet narrows her eyes at me. “You have no clue what I’m capable of consenting–” She wobbles and her knees start to buckle as a wave of  hot, needy desire rocks into us both. 
She’s so small that I have to lean down to scoop her up, my fingers spreading across her waist to keep her from falling.
The desire is heavier than usual tonight, but she shouldn’t be incapacitated by it. “Why the hell aren’t you shielding?”
“Not all of us have been given lessons!” She’s practically yelling. “He just started channeling before all…this, and in case you forgot, you’re only allowed to attend Professor Carr’s class if you can wield.”
My hand is still firmly spread across her abdomen, even though she’s perfectly steady on her feet. I don’t want to let her go.
“Always thought that was a ridiculous rule.” I sigh. “All right. Crash course. Only because I’ve been where you are and woken up with more than a few regrets.”
Violet looks at me in surprise. “You’re actually going to help me?”
“I’ve been helping you for months.” My hand involuntarily tightens around her for a breath. 
“No, you sent Liam to help. He’s been helping me for months.” Her brow furrows. “Weeks. Almost months. Whatever.”
I cock my head to the side, leaning in. She cannot be serious. “I’m the one who burst through your door and killed everyone who attacked you, and then I removed the other threat to your life with a very public, very polarizing display of vengeance. Liam didn’t do that. I did.” 
Why am I defending myself against Liam? Like I need her to choose me over my brother. 
There’s no choice to be had. 
“The crowd wasn’t polarized. They were all for it. I was there.”
“You were torn. In fact, you begged Tairn not to kill her, damn well knowing she’d just come after you again.”
“Fine. but let’s not pretend that you didn’t do most of that for yourself. It would be inconvenient for you if I died.” She shrugs.
Is she fucking kidding? Does she actually believe there was anything convenient for me about executing another wingleader? “You know what?” I start. “We’re not fighting tonight. Not if you want to learn how to shield.”
“Fine. We’re not fighting. Teach me.” She tilts her chin up and I temper the desire to grab it in my hand and kiss her.
“Ask me nicely.” I order, leaning into her.
“Have you always been this tall?” She blurts. 
“No. I was a child at some point.” I answer, my tone bored. 
She rolls her eyes.
“Ask me nicely, Violence,” I lean in closer, whispering. “Or I’m gone.”
Her eyes go hazy with lust as another wave of pleasure and pain crests and breaks. “How often is it like this with them?,” she says desperately
“Often enough that you’re going to need proper shields. You won’t ever be able to block them out completely, and sometimes they forget to block us, like tonight, but at least it’s like walking by a brothel instead of actively participating in one.”
She huffs. “Right then. All right. Will you teach me to shield?”
My mouth spreads into a wide, teasing smile. “Say please.” She glances down at my mouth, and I dig through my brain for something, anything to distract me from the way her lips part as she stares.
I come up short.
“Are you always this difficult?” 
“Only when I know I have something you need. What can I say? I like making you squirm; it’s like a sweet little slice of payback for what you’ve put me through these last couple of months.” Snow is sticking to her hair and I brush it off with the back of my hand, my fingers catching in the stands.
“What I’ve put you through?” She questions incredulously.
I raise my eyebrows at her, “You’ve scared me nearly to death once or twice, so I think saying please is a fair request.”
She takes a deep breath and swats at a snowflake that’s landed on the tip of her nose, and I almost melt into the ground. What should be a cute, endearing gesture just looks sexy as hell on her.
She amazes me.
“As you prefer. Xaden?” Violet smiles up through her lashes at me, inching in a little closer. “Would you pretty, pretty please teach me how to shield before I accidentally climb you like a tree and we both wake up with regrets?”
I smile back at her, my eyes crinkling. “Oh, I’m firmly in control of faculties.” Barely. “And since you asked so nicely.” I stand up straight and pull her to me.
As if my brain has totally left my body, I reach out, taking her face in my hands, relishing in the warmth of her soft skin beneath my fingers, and then slide them back to cup the back of her head as she stares up at me. “Close your eyes.” I order softly.
“It requires touching me?” Her voice is breathy, and her eyes flutter closed.
I’m drunk on the feel of Violet’s skin against my fingers. “Not at all. Just one of the perks of not thinking too clearly. You have incredibly touchable skin.”
I ignore her sharp intake of breath, steering the conversation back to helping her ground before I can make another damning remark.
“You need to envision somewhere. Anywhere. I prefer the top of my favorite hillside near what's left of Aretia. Wherever it is, it needs to feel like home.”
Her brows furrow in thought and then relax. “Feel your feet hit the ground and dig in some.” I continue.
“Got it.” She says a heartbeat later.
“That’s called grounding, keeping your mental self somewhere so you aren’t swept away by the power. Now call to your power. Open your senses.”
Her face bunches up in pain and she sways on her feet. I hold her head in my hands steadying her as she takes in an inexhaustible well of power.
“Focus on your feet. Stay grounded. Can you see where the power flows from? If not, just pick a place.”
She breathes in deeply and exhales, her breath hot against my throat. “I see it.” she replies after a moment.
“Perfect. You’re a natural.” She’s remarkable. 
The magic she’s performing is complex, something that requires such perfect mental precision most people don’t manage it for weeks. 
I’ve always recognized how truly exceptional she is, but the ease in which she masters this still surprises me.
And yet it doesn’t surprise me at all. “It takes most people a week just to learn how to ground. Now, do whatever you need to mentally do to wall yourself off from that current. Tairn is the source. You block that power, and you’ll have some control back.”
My own control is deteriorating as desire pools through me in another crashing wave from Sgaeyl and Tairn. I can feel myself start to harden and I close my eyes in concentration.
Violet’s hands fly up to grip my forearms and her eyelids twitch as the power threatens to overwhelm her.
“You’ve got this.” I sat softly. Her eyes remain closed and I use the opportunity to openly study her, the intensity of her focus, the magic that is her mind as she unravels this complex shielding. “Whatever you create in your mind is real to you. Shut off the valve. Build a wall. Whatever makes sense.
“It’s a door.” Her hands tighten around me.
Good girl, Violence. 
“There you go. Keep going.”
She’s trembling in my grip, and her face is bunched up in concentration. 
I want to put my mouth on her.
“I’ve got the door shut.”
I want to touch every inch of her, claim her with my hands, my teeth, my cock.
“Great. Lock it.”
I want to trail my tongue down her body, licking and sucking as I move lower. I desperately want to taste her.
“It changed. I can see through the door.” Her voice is lighter, less strained.
“Yeah. You’ll never be able to fully block him. Got it locked?”
She nods.
“Open your eyes, do your best to keep that door locked. It means keeping one foot grounded. Don’t be surprised if it slips. We’ll start again.”
A desperate, pathetic part of me wants it to slip. I want to start again, to repeat this moment in time where I can feel her on my skin for as long as possible.
She blinks up at me through heavy lidded eyes.
“He’s…” Violet trails off, unable to describe the unquenchable desire that comes with Tairn and Sgaeyl’s mating bond.
My eyes are locked on her face, held prisoner by the sheer adoration that’s bloomed within me. The way I feel about her has moved past all pretenses of sexual desire.
Obsessed. I am completely and utterly obsessed with Violet Sorrengail. 
“You are astonishing.” I shake my head in wonder. “I couldn’t do that for weeks.” 
“Guess I have a superior teacher.” She says.
And then she smiles at me.
Not a mocking smile, but a real, brilliant smile that lights the space between us, and it might be the most incredible thing that I’ve ever experienced to feel all of that joy directed at me.
 My thumbs sweep over the soft skin under her ears and my gaze drops down to her mouth.
I pull her toward me, intent on finally giving in. 
And then Garrick’s words hum through me.
“Be smart.” 
I let go before I can pull her any closer and step back. “Damn it. Touching you was a bad idea.”
“The worst,” Violet breathes, her tongue skimming her lower lip.
The groan I’ve been holding in since I first touched her slips out. Violet’s eyes heat at the sound. “Kissing you would be a cataclysmic mistake.” I add, and there’s not an ounce of conviction in my words.
“Calamitous.” Violet agrees with a nod. My heart races into a pounding gallop at the want in her eyes. 
To know she wants this as much as I do, that she wants me feels like a fire in my chest, burning its way through my control. 
“We’ll both regret it.” I shake my head. My gaze is locked on her mouth. I clench my fist to stop from reaching out and stroking my thumb across her lips.
“Naturally,” She whispers, her breath heating the inches of space between us.
I know I should at least pretend to do the right thing. To beg her to walk back to her room and go to bed, but I’ve been walking a knife’s edge for months, my control eroding day by day.
There’s none left.
“Fuck it.” I push Violet against the stone wall and capture her mouth in mine. 
I kiss her like the starving man I’ve been, hungry and possessive for this one woman.  
But it’s not enough.
It’s not enough just to kiss her. I need more. I twine my hands through her hair, tilting her head back for better access. 
She opens for me and I press my tongue into her mouth. She grasps my shirt in her hands and pulls me in closer so I can feel every curve of her body as she kisses me greedily. 
Violet sucks on my bottom lip, dragging her teeth across the sensitive skin. 
“Violence,” I moan, blacking out at the feel of it. There’s no rational part of me left. Nothing to stop the desire that’s pulsing through me, my cock aching with each stroke of her tongue against mine. 
She presses into me harder, and I can almost feel the heat of her skin through her clothes.
“Closer.” Violet begs into my mind, a slip in her mental shields.
I obey, kissing her harder, driving deeper into her mouth. 
At this moment, there is no order she could give me that I wouldn’t obey.
Dangerous.
My hands rove over her body, feeling the way my fingers curve around her waist, move up to cup the nape of her neck and slide through the soft, silky strands of her hair.
Our movements are frantic as we touch and bite and tease.
I can’t get close enough, taste enough, feel enough. I cup Violet’s ass in my hands, my fingers brushing her inner thighs as I pick her up.
She wraps her legs around my waist, and I lean into her, her back pressed against the battlement wall. My tongue curls around hers, sucking it into my mouth and she kisses me deeply, her grip tightening with the movement.
The intensity of the kiss makes my hips rock forward, grinding against Violet in uninhibited pleasure. I release her mouth, needing more.
I slide my tongue across her jaw, trailing a path of kisses down her neck, feeling her thudding pulse against my lips.
Violet’s hands run through my hair, tugging lightly as I continue exploring her jaw, moving to scrape my teeth against her ear. 
She tugs at the strands, pulling my lips from her neck and up to meet hers. I moan into her mouth at the gentle pain.
I have become utterly lost; every part of my existence consolidated into this one frenetic kiss. 
I feel Violet’s body relax, sinking into my arms as her body yields to my touch.
There’s a flare of light behind my eyelids and a sharp, clear crack. My eyes fly open in time to see the reminisce of a lightning bolt streak across the sky.
What the fuck.
Reality yanks me back into my body and I suck in a breath, breaking the kiss.
She pulls back slightly to look at me, and I slam my eyes shut, putting up a wall between us before her eyes can draw me back in.
The rational part of my brain is catching up with me. I slide my hands to her thighs and peel her off of me, the cold blowing into me as her warmth vanishes, sobering me further.
She steadies herself, and I back up several steps, putting some much needed distance between the two of us.
I’ve taken advantage of her, spiraled so fast into a black hole of pathetic need.
This isn’t what she wants. This is the influence of Tairn and Sgaeyl.
And me. 
Our dragons may have helped unravel my control, but the desire is firmly my own. A desire that was pushed into Sgaeyl and Tairn flowing into Violet through our mutual bond.
I don’t want her to hate herself tomorrow when she remembers she had Xaden Riorson’s mouth on hers. The man who has done nothing but bring her fear and pain and threatened her life time and time again.
I wonder what kind of monster I’ll look like to her when the morning comes.
“You have to go,” I ground out. The words taste sour. 
Stay, I want to say. Kiss me again. Break me. Let me give you everything. 
“Why?” Her voice shakes with each ragged breath.
“Because I can’t.” I run my hands through my hair, leaving them on the top of my head. “And I refuse to act on a desire that isn’t yours. So you have to walk back up those steps. Now.”
Violet shakes her head. “But I want–”
“This isn’t your want.” I tilt my head up to the sky, willing the cool air to calm the bitterness in my heart at the words. “That’s the fucking problem. And I can’t leave you out here on your own, so have just a little mercy on me and go.”
She gives me a long look, and we stand in silence, neither of us moving.
She nods and turns on her heel, marching up the steps. It feels like something is pulling tighter and tighter between us as she goes, each inch of distance threatening to snap the delicate thread that’s woven between us.
The black of the night should south me, but I’m lost in a kind of darkness I can’t navigate, and when she disappears behind the citadel walls and that thing between us snaps, it feels like something inside of me cracks too.
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classicsubliminalbo · 4 months ago
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Assimilation: Shelby's Dream
Originally published Sep 5, 2017 This series is being revised
"At first I didn't even recognize that it was a scream," Alex said. "But I look across the street, I can barely see except for what the street lamps show me, and I see this rustling. Two people near the allyway." "No shit," Shelby gasped between a mouthful of pizza. "Yeah, shit!" Alex exclaimed, did a check around the restaurant, then lowered his voice. "Yeah, shit. I don't know what I'm gonna do, I don't know what I'm gonna say, but I know I've gotta be something. So I sprinted. I mean, I'm Usain Bolt getting across that street. As I get closer I see it's a guy on top and he's fighting with a girl under him and I think, 'I've gotta make as much noise as I can.' So I start shouting." "And then what?" "He looks up at me and he's like a deer in headlights. He takes off, and I walk the girl home." "Did you do anything about the guy?" Alex shrugged, "I reported it to campus police. They never caught the guy." "Jesus," Shelby sighed. "I mean it's great that you saved her but, Jesus this fucking school." "I know," Alex frowned. And the two shared a moment of somber silence between their pizza.
Shelby broke the silence first. "I started working on the transfer process last weekend." "Back home?" Alex asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I shouldn't have left New York anyway. I just thought, y'know, I was twenty-two. I went to high school in Syracuse, college in Syracuse, and if I started teaching in Syracuse I thought I'd never leave." "But you didn't want to." Alex added. Shelby rubbed her shoulder in thought. "I didn't know that I didn't want to. There's just too much going on here. Too many things to look over my shoulder for." "I understand." "Alex, I—"
submit The command hit Shelby like a mental explosion. "No," she whispered. She buried her face in her hand and tried as hard as she could to concentrate—concentrate on anything but obeying the intoxicating command. The moment passed, the danger faded, and as the fog cleared from Shelby's mind she looked up to see Alex's sober face.
"Shelby?" he snapped his fingers. "Are you okay?" "Yeah," she choked. "I'm fine. I'm just...a lot of papers to grade. Working on my dissertation. It's exhausting. Anyway, I've got to get going." "Oh," Alex said. "Well, do you want me to walk you home?" "No," she replied quickly. "I'll be fine." "Alright."
Shelby hurried back to her apartment, glancing nervously at the people she passed on the sidewalk. A combination of Alex's story and the mysterious voice trying to break into her mind had worked her up, and now she couldn't shake the feeling like the thing, whatever it was calling out to her, was stalking her home. Silence welcomed her in the apartment, benefits of living without roommates. She locked the door behind her and moved to the bedroom, collapsed on her bed, and feverishly began to masturbate. Shelby didn't even realize how horny she was, but now her body was burning with passion and it was all she could do to release. It had been so long since she'd been properly fucked. As she imaged Alex's gentle embrace, Shelby came.
She passed out after that, but her thirst didn't die down in her sleep. Shelby's dream took her deep into the woods at the edge of town. The trees around her wear bare and gray, and a strange black fog closed in behind her as she moved closer to the heart of the woods. And in the heart of the woods she found a large black pond, with surface of the water bouncing slowly up and down as if the pond itself was breathing. Shelby didn't stop to examine the lake. She didn't have any questions. Instead she took one step forward, sliding her foot into the viscous liquid. She took another step forward, and she continued moving toward the center of the pond until she began to sink. Shelby didn't struggle as her head slipped beneath the surface of the pond. Her feet touched solid ground. Carpet. Shelby opened her eyes and found herself in a cabin. She was deeper in the woods than anyone had ever gone before. The black fog was thick outside of the windows, but she didn't panic. She felt safe here.
"I'm glad you could finally make it," and eerie voice spoke, and Shelby turned away from the window and gasped at the sight of her own body lying on the bed, a lustful twinkle in her pale white eyes. "Who are you?" Shelby asked. "Where am I?" "I'm the part of you that doesn't fight," the vessel explained. "I surrendered myself the first time the Master touched our mind. I've been waiting here for so long." "We're in my head," Shelby said. "This is just a dream." "Correct," the vessel frowned. "But just because this is a dream doesn't mean that it isn't real. We were awake the last time the Master called us." "I was with Alex..." "Mmm," the vessel moaned. "We'd like to see what he's hiding under all of the clothes." "Stop it!" Shelby shouted. "We—I mean I'm leaving. I can't get involved." "But we're thirsty," the vessel interrupted. "You can feel it. Stay here and we can have all of the Alex you want." "No! You're just...you're trying to get into my head. You're trying to turn me into a zombie like everyone else!"
The vessel licked her lips and smiled. "That's right," she said. "The Master has chosen us for assimilation. We've been granted a great purpose, something more important than grading papers. Why must you fight it? Why must you deny our purpose?" "Because! Because I'm scared." "There is nothing to fear. Serving the Master is a tremendous feeling." "No," Shelby shook her head. "I'll keep fighting. I'll never stop." "We can leave, but the Master's will is greater than any distance. It will find us. It will take us!"
Shelby's eyes snapped open and she found herself back in the safety of her bedroom. The night was still young, she had only been asleep for a half an hour. She took a breath collapsed back down onto the pillow and as she closed her eyes, she drifted off into a peaceful, dreamless sleep, forgetting all of the details of her bizarre dream.
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getvalentined · 1 year ago
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Angeal for the ask game :D
ANGEAL HEWLEY
🎟️ SEXUALITY HEADCANON: Heteroflexible and biromantic. He prefers women, physically speaking, but could have an intimate relationship with a man. One man in particular.
⚧️ GENDER HEADCANON: Angeal is hard to get a read on, for me, since he's another of those characters who exists in a position that he seems to believe requires a hypermasculine presentation. I read him as cis, but I can see just about anything for him.
💕 A SHIP: Unrequited Angeal/Sephiroth is really the only ship I have for Angeal—I genuinely believe he's utterly in love with Sephiroth, and he never ever said a word about it to anyone.
🖇️ A BROTP: Angeal+Lazard is probably my biggest one, only because the mental image of both of them trying desperately to keep Genesis and Seph in line is so clear in my head it might as well be made of crystal.
🚫 A NOTP: Don't garotte me for this, but honestly Gengeal? I don't like the way he talks to or about Genesis; I've heard people say that they're like a divorced couple, but if anything they read to me as siblings desperate to get out of each other's orbit and utterly unable to escape their shared history no matter how they try. (Given that they seem to both have Gillian's mtDNA based on explanations in-canon, and we know that they can be considered siblings based on Weiss using his connection to Genesis as proof that he's also Angeal's brother in DFFOO, I feel like that's a fairly accurate read.)
💭 A RANDOM HEADCANON: Angeal didn't actually join SOLDIER at the same time as Genesis, and not only because he didn't particularly want to—Angeal is over a year younger than Genesis, and was just too young to enlist when Genny left Banora. It was almost a year before Angeal was able to follow him to Midgar, by which point Genesis had already formed a fairly solid relationship with Sephiroth, and Angeal was more than a little put-out by the idea that his position as Genesis' only friend had been taken by this weird kid with weird hair and weird eyes that Genesis kept clipping photos of from the newspaper. When he got to know Seph, though, he changed his tune pretty dramatically—and fell for him almost as hard as Genesis. This is one of the reasons that he inserts himself between them at every opportunity, not only because he doesn't think they're good for each other, but because he doesn't think that anyone is good enough for Sephiroth, not even himself. And if he isn't good enough to be Sephiroth's one and only, then Genesis (impulsive, arrogant, troublemaker Genesis, who spent days exploring a monster-infested cave system as a boy without a thought of the danger he courted in doing so, who already had everything he ever needed or wanted and still leveraged his obsession over a hero he hadn't met into an invention that garnered recognition in a way that Angeal never could) definitely wasn't. This is how the whole relationship fell apart.
🗣️GENERAL OPINION: I've said it before, and I'll say it again: the saddest thing about Angeal is that he's the only one who couldn't bear to live with himself. I'm not a huge fan of the character as a person, but he's fantastically executed as a character. His story is legitimately one of the most heartbreaking in the series—He had a whole host of people who loved him so deeply as to be fathomless, and it didn't matter. His story is a tragedy not because of how he was made or how he died, but because of why things turned out the way they did. So much of the suffering he went through was self-imposed, and that's the saddest part of all.
(For the character ask game.)
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the-good-ol-art-corner · 1 year ago
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Good evening once again, sir. You may remember me from literally yesterday. Anyways, I have entered your very presence once more as I'd like to share more of my fnati au with you, since last time went successful, and since only you and two other people actually acknowledge my au. Anyway, let's go.
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Here, we have the Steamboat Boys!!! (sorry for the poor image quality of the first pic)
Willie- Although he's only the janitor of the steamboat, he definitely asserts himself the "boss" around here, as he runs a secret drug business to make himself some big bucks, and usually likes to harass and bully Pete just to entertain himself. Willie is also very arrogant, cocky, and overall a big shot, which makes him think that he can survive anything. This has caused many incidents where Willie would try something stupid that risks his life, and Pete and Dippy would have to step in and save him. Willie also has a small side where he sometimes feels really guilty about his actions, but always hides it to keep the attitude that he's always had.
Pete- A large friendly cat who's the captain of the steamboat, Pete is usually the voice of reason for Willie's shenanigans and always tries to steer things in the right direction. He's also a big worrier, with him worrying and caring about the boat, himself, and everyone around. Because of this part of his personality, he often gets harassed, bullied, and abused by Willie, or atleast get slightly teased by Dippy, with the other two members usually calling names such as "Pussy Cat", or "Worry Whiskers". Pete is also rather insecure about himself, and doesn't know how to protect himself both physically, mentally, and socially.
Dippy- Dippy is sort of like the "middle child" of the group, with him being the guy to use the crane to lift cargo and goods onto the boat, while also struggling to keep an even balance with Willie's illegal business and ideas of "fun", while also trying to actually be a decent person and help and support Pete. Dippy also has a weird and bad habit, where he likes to break windows with all sorts of round-ish weapons, ranging from baseballs to solid rocks.
So yeah, what do you think of these three? Do you have any criticism or suggestions for them in mind at all? Again, I'm willing to take advice.
(also again, you definitely don't have to, but I think it would be cool to see these guys in your style. If you decide to do it, just do the one that's your favorite. If you want me to stop putting these request notes at the bottom btw, I can stop. I don't wanna make anyone mad, you know?)
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I'm mostly just poking fun but. I was not. expecting to read that going into my inbox?? Willie sweetie noooooo-
Also I don't mind you sending more about your AU! I think all your ideas are very interesting and the characters are very charming! And. chaotic- Sorry if I can't get to them right away though, I've got a lotta art in the works I'm meaning to post ^^'
Anyways though, Pete's my favorite hands down, he's the equivalent of wet paper and I love him for that, poor guy </3 Hope he can get better friends
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Reblogs > Likes, Thank You!
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vaguely-concerned · 6 months ago
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zeblue sketch dump
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here we go! :) this will go long because I Love them
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I personally think of Blue’s glasses as less of the conventional nerd kind, more of the insufferable tech bro vibe. He IS a nerd but he’s also a scammer trying to get you to think it’s a sound financial investment to buy his cryptocurrency
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God I wish I was more interested in/better at drawing clothes and fashion, because the idea of Blue wearing Aava hand-me-downs is one of the greatest mental images I’ve ever incepted myself with and I don’t think I can ever do it justice. + obligatory blue's dumbass jester my beloved
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The Most important version of fullly armoured knight zero that I unforgivably forgot to include in my original post
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Introducing Nephili ‘Neph’ Ax-Vel, one of the Force-sensitive kids that I invented for my ever-fixed mark ‘verse! Featuring an omwati redesign because the idea behind the species seemed so cool and yet what little art there is looks like uh… just humans with 80s hair and that was Not It for me. 
She is incredibly interested in technology and is showing signs of integrating her connection to the Force in that, exactly as Aava was so interested to see someone do! However (the monkey’s paw curls for Aava) Blue is her absolute favorite adult in the whole world, for unknowable reasons. (It probably comes down to them having some ineffable yet powerful autism2autism communication going on; he is surprisingly non-awful with her.)   
She’s also the only one of the kids small and literally bird-boned enough for Blue to be able to carry. (Dar-Yen — who even as a little babby 10 year old besalisk is pretty solid — once made a bet with his BFF that Blue would catch him if he jumped into his arms, Brooklyn 99 meme style. This experiment ended with several bruised ribs on all sides and a stern talking to. To this day the kids argue over whether Blue at least tried to catch him before they both went down like matching sacks of potatoes, or was just trying to save his cup of caf. Reader, I think you know in your heart what the truth is there.)
Before Aava and Zero started trading off haircutting duty, Blue’s hair got pretty long, which Neph took as prime free ‘I’ll braid your hair!!!’ real estate. 
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Feared lethal assassin Agent Zero play fighting with the kids and dramatically pretending to fall to their combined might is something that can actually be so personal (is so personal I guess considering I made it up for myself lol). It is partially just to be an uncle-shaped jungle gym, but also a way to sneakily train them in working as a group the way he used to when running with a pack in his youth  
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*blue voice* but why did theseus seduce ariadne though. Why did he not put the moves on the minotaur instead. This seems like the more obvious and productive cause of action long-term (and I have no other horny reason to think this)
*affectionate Zero voice* you’re insane (and extremely gay) but alright I’ll be insane along with you
(I could imagine this being a real in-universe statue that got commisioned and that they'd pose for fdskajfa Zero has gone through all the stages of grief long ago when it comes to what Blue does to his libido and has arrived at the perfect Zen of 'this will awaken something in me. and that's chill we live and learn about ourselves')
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:') they
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(Slightly older?) Neph and Blue, and some Zeros I doodled as a means to cling on to my sanity while stuck on a train for a couple of hours. Aava is right he handsome
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important information being exchanged (the fact that blue specifically calls the hired killer he employs pretty... I will never be over it what is wrong with him)
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The silly stupid little arms-wide-open-in-welcome doodle of Blue in this might be my favorite thing I’ve ever drawn. He really saw bae, went :) , and it fills me with such simple delight
(there’s also a Zero looking sad on this page of my sketchbook that didn’t make it in here, but that’s the context lol)
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mikeellee · 2 years ago
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Hi!
Can I just say that I hate how in some fics even after Uraraka finds out what exactly Bkg did to Izu and what the name Deku actually is meant to mean she still calls him it? And doesn't even offer to call him literally anything else?! At that point it just feels mean spirited - what are your thoughts?
Hi, @doodlegirl1998
Ok, first let me say one thing(or more) BK never hides his true nature, what you see is what you get. I have seen stories where the person puts on the mask of a "nice guy" or tries to be subtle in their actions.
BK literally, canon here, tried to kill Izu (people forget he has bombs in his hands...even if we are to accept he is not meant to kill, he would have sent Izu to the hospital at the very least) and no one seemed to be shocked. This makes me think if this is somehow normal??
Kids being kids...
You have a quirk that makes plants grow, the other can break diamonds, it´s normal.
except, we never saw anything like that...it´s only BK who tries to kill Izu, always him. And I say again, it´s not bc he is quirkless, it´s bc Izu is his victim.
In fics where his so-called friends find out about BK´s abuse on Izu...it´s rare to find good ones...when they find out...not many changes. Ochako may call him DEKIRU which is a better name for him, I give that but is still linked to DEKU (look I don´t know Japanese nor their grammatic but it canon how Ochako thought Deku was similar to Dekiru, and even called him like that) and Izu goes along..."He is reclaiming the word"
But....think this way. Your abuser calls you dumb, and you want to reclaim the word dumb as something positive, can you do it? Maybe, good branding can do anything...but then again, the word dumb will have the same meaning for people who are out of your circle.
Meaning when Izu calls himself Deku, people are just hearing "useless" and it seems like a funny moment. "har har his name is Deku" but it has mean and dark undertones. (shocked but not surprised no teacher went to talk to him about his name. Midnight vetted BK´s name bc it was bad...no one could have done the same for Izu? "your name sounds too negative on you, please pick something else")
As for fics like that (running away from the topic lol) Ochako doesn´t have a solid character, and what we have is not a good image the stans like. So, in some fics she beat BK up (cool, I´m in favor) in some she is a background character, she worries for Izu but nothing comes out of it.
Ochako doesn´t have a solid character. How she would deal with bullying? She had friends in her old school? Was ever been bullied? we don´t know.
As if she continues to call him this name and says "You can reclaim it, be Dekiru" ( again, Dekiru is a better name for him) seems .... something advice a well-meaning would give, even though the said person is completely out of her depth.
Only Shoto is canonically abused here...and he has no say on how Izu was treated, or on BK (unless if is to say how they are friends) and if we are to take the latter into consideration....then Shoto is falling for the old mentality of abuse "you can get away from it"
Izu´s pain is seen as a joke or then a way to make a ship shine. Hell, this logic was used for Shindeku. Shinso beating up Bk to avenge Izu is pretty cool even if Shinso is a terrible character too.
To conclude, Ochako doesn´t have anything to stand for. She may be meant well (as she is the lover interest) but I do find it a bit sus she went for Dekiru instead of a pun with his name or hair. Like "Greenie" yeah maybe it´s not super creative but would be so much better.
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