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arachine · 2 years ago

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cross-court . . . (๑>◡๑)

synopsis :: after a long day of patrolling, bakugou wants nothing more than to unwind by taking his furry companion on a stroll near the park. what he doesn’t expect, though, is to run into you. genre :: mature warnings :: smut (18+), characters are in their mid-twenties, phone sex, bakugo is lowkey a creep, maybe just a tiny bit of a loser, mentions of alcohol word count:: 3.7 k note:: this is a really old fic that i edited a bit. couldn’t be asked to edit it further! just wanted to get smth out >_<

The soreness in his bones is definitive proof of a hard day's work. He’d been summoned earlier that afternoon to patrol the perimeter of Kyushu (well, he was asked to pick up a shift for Kirishima and felt obligated to comply), and hadn’t caught a break since. Bakugou expected this much, though. The days and nights were growing warmer, which could only mean that there’d be a significant increase in crime—to his disdain.

Although he spent most of the day chasing down criminals, there was currently only one thing occupying his mind. And if he could successfully (and quickly) get to his apartment without any obstacles, then he’d have a little more time to see…you.

He’s not exactly sure when he first noticed you. It’s something that he tries to recall often, but he only ever comes up short, ultimately guessing that you were always there in the background on the days he wasn’t paying attention. The earliest memory of you—and the only one he can vividly remember—is sometime last spring. There you were at the community tennis court, with your racket in hand, dashing gracefully across the cement and skillfully obstructing your opponent’s strokes.

If it were any other day, sure, he might’ve paid you no mind, but the way your eyes gleamed with determination—like you were certain that you’d win—is what made his stare linger a little longer. Your force on the court was fierce, and care-free, and all encompassing, and if he had a say, he’d say that you were in your own little bubble. So, that’s what he associates you with now. Spring. The season that brought warmth, and clear skies, and cool breezes, and cherry blossoms.

The elevator ride up to his apartment is short, just as short as the conversation he had with the pro hero who happened to enter the elevator with him. He responds to their attempts at small talk with half-hearted grunts, and sometimes he says nothing at all. Honestly, he doesn’t know why people even bother. Soon, the elevator arrives on his floor with a ding, and he exits without saying a word.

“Yeah I—oh! Have a good day, Dynamite. Nice tal-” T he elevator shuts before they can finish their sentence.

As soon as he jiggles his keys in front of the door, his ears pick up the familiar sound of heavy paws and excited barks that belong to his furry companion. Instantly, he’s greeted with slobbery kisses and licks.

“Alright already…y’damn mutt,” Bakugou hisses, pretending to hate the affection, “quit actin’ like I haven't seen ya in days.” After a minute or two of playing around, he kisses his teeth to call the dog over to where he stands with its collar and leash.

“Where are we going? Are we going on a walk, girl?” he smoothes a hand over her coat after adjusting the collar around her neck, “we gonna see that pretty girl? Hm, Nala? Yeah we fucking are. Let’s go.”

He takes this route often just to see you. It’s pathetic, really, and it’s also embarrassingly far from his apartment complex. Makes him feel like one of those creeps who frequent the park to get a glimpse at you—which was what he was kinda already doing—albeit, he liked to persuade himself into thinking his intentions were of pure heart.

At first, he told himself that he just liked watching you because you were good. You were strong, and fast—quick on your toes and quick with your words. Sometimes, he’d pick up on the shit talking between you and your opponents, and he’d laugh. All low and hearty, nodding his head like he was on the receiving end of the jab. But then he realized one day how odd he must’ve appeared to passerbyers like himself who probably witnessed him laughing along.

You reminded him of himself, though. And as much as he tried to tell himself that this—or whatever this really was— was just pure and unadulterated admiration, he knew it was just bullshit. Because now he wasn’t just noticing things like your strength, and your quick-wittedness, and your drive for triumph. No, he was starting to take interest in other things—other thoughts. Thoughts that were beginning to sound a whole lot like: ‘I wonder what color panties she’s wearing’ and a lot less like ‘she’s so cool’.

Soon, every thought at the forefront of his mind was becoming sullied with fantasies of you. He was gradually becoming hyper-aware of the fact that you had a body. And yes, you had arms, and hands, and legs, and feet, and skin—in the way that everyone does—but he was starting to notice something. Your figure.

The cords of muscle in your calves (sinewy and taut, in the way that only muscles can be), your neck, the sleekness of it—a precursor to your chest, and your torso, and your ass. God, your damned ass, and your damned, stupid fucking tennis skirts. It drove him crazy. Seeing you frolick all around the court, in those little skirts that did fuck all at keeping you covered.

And as much as he wanted to pretend that seeing a flash of your cute little panties for a modicum of a second was the biggest of his concerns…He can’t. Because regardless of his faux disdain for your prancing around in tight clothes, it’s what keeps bringing him back. And he’d keep coming back. Again, and again, and again, and…again, until he worked up the nerve to say something.

Today he finds that nerve quickly. Not intentionally, unfortunately, but by force. Because today? Today the odds were working in his favor. Today his dog’s dumbass ball happened to roll a little too far in your court. Far enough for it to roll all the way under the gate and to your feet, presenting itself like a silver platter.

Fucking great, he thinks. He wasn’t prepared in the slightest to talk to you, at least not today. But today wasn’t just a day; today was the worst of days, and shit was hitting the fan fare more than he would’ve liked. He’s pulled from his reverie when Nala gets the bright idea to run after the ball, and before he notices, she’s already up and tackling you over.

So much for first impressions. He’d damn her straight to hell if he could (he wouldn’t), but then he figures he ought to thank his furry companion for piquing your interest because instead of freaking out (like a normal person would after being tackled by an unaccompanied dog), you receive her with open arms. All pets and giggles, praises and kisses. Nice, Nala.

Now he’s standing there awkwardly, making that one ultra-specific face that owners make when their pets get loose and they don’t know whether to run pathetically after them or let them wreak havoc. Yeah, that one. All he can muster is a slanted smile and a wave of his hand, though from this far, he supposes he just looks weird.

In a last-ditch attempt, he tries to lure Nala back to where he stands, but to no avail. She’s enamored with you. Giving you paws and kisses, exposing her tummy to you, wagging her tail–but most importantly she’s ignoring him! Maybe he would damn her to hell.

“Phwt, Nala,” he whistles, rather badly, “stop ignoring me y’damned traitor. I’m your owner. You’re supposed to listen to me…” The last bit comes out in a whisper reserved for himself, but he guesses he wasn’t as quiet as he thought he was, because now you’re making eye contact and rising from your haunches.

Fuck, you were coming.

You jog over to where he stands stupidly in his tracks, yelling a loud, “hey, is this your dog?” from across the court. When you get within his proximity, he thinks you’re stretching your hand out to greet him (to which he offers his own), but your limb strategically misses his, and he freezes as he watches you drop the ball in his hand. The blond feels stupid, but he quickly fixes his composure, forcing a stiff smile on his face, trying not to gag at the amount of slobber on his hand.

“Sorry about that, I get a little carried away whenever a dog’s around” you confess, looking down amicably at the furry giant. Bakugou shakes his head in response, mumbling a cool ‘it’s fine’ under his breath. You’re the first to initiate small talk—a pleasantry he finds vexing—but he finds himself hyper-fixating a little too hard on your lips that are spewing words of triviality. Every now and then, he remembers to nod his head, and then he subconsciously tells you his name when the question arises.

His irises shift from your plump lips, to the dip in your collarbone, and then finally, they settle on the dew droplets of sweat that trickle down your chest. The pro hero notices that he hasn’t heard a damn thing you’ve said for the entire duration of this conversation. But now you’re looking at him, and your lips aren’t moving, and fuck, you were definitely waiting for a response.

“Do you wanna fuck?”

It takes him a second to register you’ve said something, and then it takes him another second to register if what he heard was truly what you’d said.

“I'm sorry, what?” he queries, wrapping the leash around his hand once, then twice.

“I asked if you wanted to exchange numbers?” you smile innocently, holding your phone out.

“I've seen you and this pretty girl,” you start, bending down to pet the excited pup, “walking around for a while, and I figured…I don’t know—that I could play around with her some time. you know, if that’s alright with you…”

Oh, so he must’ve heard you wrong the first time, he thinks. Looking down at his pup, the two make eye contact briefly before the furry companion barks in approval, wagging its tail eagerly.

“Yeah, sure,” he nods and gestures for you to hand over your phone. After he punches his digits into your phone, you’re quick to exchange your phone for his, undergoing the same process of punching in little numbers.

When the two of you part ways, he opens his phone again to look at your contact. A small chuckle leaves his lips once he sees the name you saved your number under.

“Tennis girl,” he whispers to himself.

The door to his apartment swings open swiftly, and he unclasps the leash around the dog’s neck before meandering over to the fridge to grab a beer. The first sip is pure elation. He doesn't drink everyday, but he likes to keep a case of this liquid-gold relief at his disposable.

Before he can indulge in another sip, his phone buzzes with a notification. Nobody usually has the balls to bother him after his shifts, but he doesn’t think much of it. Not until it buzzes for a second time, then a third, and now he’s agitated enough to rest his drink on the counter.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he seethes, clobbering over to his room where he threw his phone. The screen flashes brightly from across the room and then fades to black. “Who the fuc—“

He taps the screen to see one message, two image attachments, and a voice memo, all from you. Skeptically, he opens his phone and clicks on your contact to see the messages. The first message says ‘figured you might like these’ and then his vermillion eyes flicker over to the two pictures.

One is angled low enough to show the bottom of your ass, and the other is of you bent over with your hand pushing your panties to the side, cunt front and center, and dripping. Your face isn’t in either, but he knows it’s you because of that damned skirt.

The longer he stares at the pictures, the more his face riddles with confusion, and the more his sweats become impossibly uncomfortable to be in. Then he remembers the voice memo. There's a brief silence before a familiar voice begins to speak. It's low and breathy.

“You know—shit—you’re so fucking clueless. I've s-seen you ogling me for months, and t-today I caught you staring at my chest,” he’s almost certain he can see you playing with your pussy with the lewd sounds that are coming through his phone.

“I asked if you w-wanted to fuck, but you were—fuck—were too caught up in being a p-pervert. Guess you missed your chance...”

The voice note ends there. He utters a few proclivities into the air, sighing frustratedly as he falls back into the marshmallowy plush comforter of his bed. The tightness in his pants is annoying, really fucking annoying, but the dull ache in his cock is much more convincing than the small voice in his head.

Fumbling to untie the drawstrings, he quickly pulls his sweats, along with his boxers, down to rest at the apex of his thighs. His cock is heavy against his abdomen, the mushroomy head burning scarlet and dripping with silk. God, he hated how easily he had fallen victim to your trickery. He was observant, and quick-witted, and could generally tell when a chick wanted to sleep with him.

But this? He’d never expected this. Or whatever this really was. He'd watched you from afar all these months, overheard your many idle conversations with friends as you tied your tennis shoes on the bench, and he often caught glimpses of the smile that graced your face whenever you scored a point. You were innocent, then. at least, that’s the conclusion he came to after clandestinely peering into fleeting moments of your life—but now he figures that’s what you wanted him to see, allowed him to see.

Bakugou's heart begins to thump a little faster with each firm tug to his length, the fixed lub-dub murmur of the organ now something completely unrecognizable. Just as he’s about to shut his eyes, he sees a flash of white from his peripheral view. It’s another text from you.

tennis girl: left me on read :(

tennis girl: you touching yourself rn?

The boy huffs out a breath and throws his head back, continuing his ruthless ministrations on his aching cock. His ears perk up to the sound of yet another notification.

tennis girl: want some help ;)

“The fuck?” His eyes narrow into slits as he reads the message, but he’s too concerned with finishing to respond. When he thinks you’ve finally given up, you once again, prove him wrong. Instead of a few intermittent buzzes, his phone now rings irksomely. You’re requesting a facetime call. He stares at his reflection on the phone, uncertain if he should indulge you or finish without your ‘help’, as you put it, but impulsively picks it up.

The camera is already flipped once the call goes through. You’re sitting on your bed with your legs spread, and a dildo nestled in your cunt. He hears the creak of the bed as your body thrashes and contorts from pleasure, and he hears the pretty moans that spill from your mouth. Of course, you’re the first to break the silence.

“‘M so wet ‘cause of you,” your voice is sultry and sweet, “couldn’t wait to get home ’n touch myself…wanna touch you so bad.”

“Yeah?” he asks, you can’t really see him in the dimness of his room, but you know there’s mischief laced in his voice. “Y’wanna touch me? What would you do?” Bakugou squeezes his girth just before bringing a cupped hand to his mouth to spit.

“Go on, tell me, and then I'll tell y’what I've been dying to do to you for months,” he flips the camera, smoothing the warm spit down his length.

“Been thinkin’ about taking you to my apartment since i first saw you,” you bring the dildo out momentarily, “and you fucking me like this,” you slam the silicone back into your cunt. The dildo wasn’t nearly as big as he was, but the sight of it disappearing in and out of you made his dick jump pathetically.

“That all, princess?” he mocks, like he’s unimpressed by your reply. You vehemently shake your head but realize he can’t see your face, so you open your mouth again to speak.

“No…I think a lot about sucking you off too,” you confess, “and how bad I want you to finish down my throat.”

“So this whole time you’ve been thinking about me like this? What a dirty little slut,” he breathes, a light chuckle leaving his wet, bitten lips.

“Guess it’s my turn now, huh?” Your eyes flutter closed so that you can hone in on his words.

“For starters,” he says matter-of-factly, “you might wanna get a bigger dildo, ‘cause my dick’s a lot bigger than that.”

“Really?” you pull the dildo out of your cunt and opt to use your fingers instead, resting the cold pads on the swell of your clit. Slowly, you circle the flesh, a few whimpers emitting from your throat.

“Yeah, it’d—shit—stretch you out b-better too,” his breathing quickens as he begins to reach his peak. “Been wantin’ to dump my load in that pretty little cunt for a minute.”

“What else?” there’s curiosity nestled under your tongue. You wanna say more to coax him on but find it rather difficult to form a coherent thought.

“‘Bout your thighs wrapped ‘round my head, and stuffing you full of my fingers,” Bakugou’s calloused grip is tighter now, sloppier. You assume from his occasional grunts and curses that he’s close to finishing, and judging by your intermittent pants, he comes to the conclusion that you are too.

With determination, you continue your brutal ministrations on your clit, the nub wholly numb and engorged beneath your fingertips. For a second, you almost forget about the man’s presence, utterly too focused on reaching your own climax, not even paying mind to the fact that your eyes had been glued shut. The sound of slick skin, rubbing against slick skin, reverberates through your phone’s speaker. You’d like to imagine the expressions he’d make if he were here with you now. Would they be soft? Hard? Plain? Or would they be an amalgamation of each. Your imagination doesn’t get the chance to wander too far, because soon, he flips the camera towards his face, almost as if he’d heard your inner monologue.

The light in his room is still dim, save for the bits of the sun peaking through the blinds that aid in exposing half of his face. Most of his features are subdued by the darkness—all but his eyes (and his flushed cheeks)—which seem to hold so much expression in them. Even with just half of his face on display, he still looks pretty. You attempt to see if you can make out any of the rest of his features, but to no avail.

“Turn your camera around, wanna see your face,” it comes out more like a demand than a plea. You do as he says and flip your camera. When his eyes find your own, he sits up against his headboard, the second half of his face now uncovered. Seeing all of his features work harmoniously to make a lewd expression was enough to tip you over the edge, and it wasn’t helping that his open-mouthed pants were growing more and more provocative.

“S-So close, ‘m gonna come!”

“Fuck, go ahead, baby,” he weakly ruts into his fist, “Show me the face you make when you come.”

You feel the knot in your lower abdomen begin to wind tighter and tighter, the pressure on your bladder becoming almost unbearable. Your flicking and circling never falter, that is, until you press down on the spot where your bladder resides beneath, and feel an abundance of pleasure wash over you like an unruly tide. The essence that drips from your core stands out starkly against the dark linen of your bed.

Bakugou watches intently as you whimper and pant through the screen, your chest rising and falling like rose petals in the wind. Your tired, sultry eyes alone are more than enough to make him finish, but then you flip the camera to show your bed and now he’s really close.

“Look at the mess, you did this.”

“God, you’re so f-fucking dirty,” he grits through bared teeth, “Show me your pretty pussy, yeah?”

Once his vermillion eyes meet your cunt, dripping and convulsing, he reaches his peak. The boy releases a strangled moan, falling tirelessly onto his back as his cock streams liquid hot white onto the expanse of his stomach. He uses whatever energy he has left to fist the appendage a few more times, groaning into his neck once he sees the globs of cum coating his knuckles.

The gentle breeze sneaking in through the window aids in cooling down his hot skin. From the window he can see cherry blossoms dancing in the air; his heart slows as he witnesses a single petal stick to his window. Bakugou is brought back to reality upon hearing your voice.

“Hope this isn’t the last time,” your face is softer in the afternoon glow, “don’t think I’ve ever come this hard.” There’s some lingering hope hidden in the obsidian of your eyes. He can’t help but to laugh, of course this wouldn’t be the last time. Not after he’d been dreaming of this for months.

“You won’t hafta hope for nothin’, princess. Next time you’ll be gettin’ the real thing.”

The call ends promptly, and as soon as it does, you get a text.

Bakugou: Free next Friday night at 8. Come to this address.

Bakugou: xxxxx xxxxx Apt.

Your lips upturn into a mischievous smile. He has no idea…

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therealslimshakespeare · 3 months ago

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Dying over all this lovely Lu and Benny content 🥹 Can I request more of your thoughts on her and Benny and Meatball and her overcoming her trauma related to dogs

Why of course!

The initial stages of her recovery from some of the dog related ptsd is still in the weeds and I’m working on timeline for it. For instance- she’s not going to utterly collapse on sight of Meatball on coming back but she’s most assuredly no longer wanting to pet and dance with and be slobbered over by the sweet doggie. Tepid greeting and at a distance while Buck makes jerky hand motions to signal no one let him off his leash.

Don’t make me draw a comparison to Lu withdrawing from the Mascot of the 100th to Lu withdrawing from the leadership of the 100th and her ties to the Group….

But Meatball later on. First time she and Benny meet for work on her legal papers, deeds, etc, Oil Stuff shall we call it, it’s at his house because they argued over who liked to road trip better and she won and drove up to see him. And as we saw in that tiny blurb, this man is effortlessly ahead of the curve. Whistles for his fur baby to go inside right off that bat without even asking Lu if she needs it.

When he invited her inside later, I imagine he stalls at his entryway and says quite neutrally, “if ya wanna wait here I’ll put him in the backyard.” and Lu just shakes her head, swears she doesn’t mind, that it’ll be nice to see him.

Seeing him is about all she manages for awhile and yet it’s good to see the sweet boy and his sweet owner and the way they’re still so tied and it’s gentling of other associations even if they stay on opposite sides of a room.

When Benny comes to see her he leaves meatball with his mama. Bad choice, Lu soon learns that dog is half service animal with the way Benny can’t manage to sleep or keep track of time without the nudge of a wet snout of the heat of a furry body. Benny would rather die that admit he hasn’t slept in three days due to meatball not being there but, hey.

Eventually I think Lu comes to trust Meatball’s intuition on Benny. She knows when Benny is just having a quiet moment verses fully disassociating by Meatball’s concerns attitude alone, in the early days. When he’s not in an expected area she can count on Meatball to help her find him, and eventually, they’re buds. Intelligent detectives who both love Benny Demarco and want him to sleep.

She eventually is able to pet and enjoy his attentions. Even allows him in bed a few times because Benny is a softy about that. However, she doesn’t even have to advocate for his removal because soon Meatball’s presence in bed cramps Benny’s morning sex mojo and out the dear doggie goes. At least to the foot of the bed.

#those who can #Benny x Lu #meatball my beloved #I adore huskies so much

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void-botanist · 1 month ago

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aroaceleovaldez · 2 months ago

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I've been listening to hank green explain (at various times with various contexts but most recently during a vlogbrothers video on Bree Sharp's David Duchovny) how "nothing lasts on the contemporary internet" and I wonder what that might have to do with your analysis on fandom infrastructure... like IS it even possible for BNF/public AUs/OCs/fandom events to exist at the same scale in the new internet? I also have to wonder if rr is similarly operating in this new (awful) way with the knowledge that the old books could last longer as cultural moments while the new books are kinda just... there to trend for a hot minute and then fade away into nonexistence within the fandom canon. or maybe i'm just coping bc I miss old tumblr

I absolutely do think old-style fandom is possible on the modern internet! some of the oldest pillars of fandom are from BEFORE the internet was popularized! Plus, there are still plenty of old-style fandoms that are active in those same ways!

You mention "at the same scale" and i think that's interesting because, yes, a lot of those old-style fandoms that are active are smaller. The thing is the scope of old fandom we're used to when we think of classic examples are outliers who were MASSIVE. PJO was a fandom GIANT back in the day, at least so far as book fandoms went (and still is!). The major thing that's changed is that "fandom" has become mainstream - or at least, the concept of fandom.

The thing with mainstream modern fandom is it gets conflated with general audience a lot. A lot of people trying to engage with fandom when they're new to it don't understand how it's different from just being a normal fan or audience member of a thing, and so just treat them as equivalent and this causes a lot of problems. The main one being the reliance on source material - which causes a lot of newer fandoms to die out whenever there is no new source material - comparatively to old-style fandom, which is inherently self-sustaining.

Some examples of old-style fandoms that are still plenty active are furry fandom (obviously), a decent number of anime fandoms (particularly older ones or less mainstream ones cause the communities are smaller/closer-knit, also their fandoms aren't as strictly western-leaning), and Hermitcraft/associated fandoms is one particularly that I'm in that's VERY active and old-fandom style. They're constantly engaging with material that's long over or series that have ended (Evo, older Life series, older Hermitcraft seasons, etc). They have fandom OCs/AUs/concepts that are shared, they have a TON of projects happening constantly (a recent massive one that just finished is the Hotguy Comics zine! It's an incredibly cool project). Hermitcraft fandom is pretty much the closest new* fandom to old-style fandom that I've found so far (*it is technically 11 years old but it had a recent boom during the MCYT surge in like 2020).

But yes! Old-style fandom absolutely can still exist - and does! It's just far less common because the mainstream image/concept of what fandom is that has become popularized differs from it in practicality. People are being introduced to fandom as just being equivalent to a general audience and are interacting with it as such, when it should be interacted with as a niche, very passionate community. The core of old fandom is always community.

I guess i would describe it as like, passive fandom versus active fandom? Passive fandom being the "new fandom" type format - near complete reliance on source material, usually some attitude of entitlement towards fanwork creators because theyre viewing it as another source material to passively engage with, large lack of headcanons or hcs being equated to theories, shipping is restricted almost exclusively to canon pairings (and ships/headcanons are treated more as things you want to become canon, not explorations outside of canon), etc etc. There's no community or creation happening, only a focus on consumption and maybe at best how to streamline consumption (the only sorts of hubs we see form in this type of fandom are update accounts and official social medias). Basically no proper community has formed and there is little to no engagement with the material outside of the source media. (I also have a theory that this format leads to some New Fandom behaviors that have become more commonplace comparatively to Old Fandom, such as a LOT more trying to directly interact with writers/cast/crew or reliance on them as secondary source materials during hiatus or similar - we see this now with PJO TV and a lot of people downright literally stalking the actors - and almost a refusal to make fanwork of their own. You see a lot more of "omg somebody write/draw [concept]" or trying to pitch ideas to source material writers because they only want to engage passively, not actively, or genuinely don't know how to engage actively.) Big Name Fans can absolutely exist in this sphere, but it's a completely different environment (for PJO, Velinxi is a good example of a new fandom BNF - ive found in this format of fandom, BNFs are almost exclusively fanartists, because fanart is one of the easiest fanworks to find and passively engage with. This also often results in the community being extremely entitled towards larger fanartists).

Active fandom, comparatively, is focused on community and creation. This is where you see fandom projects, engaging with the media beyond the source material, things of that nature. There is actually a structured community.

This post got long but I have more points regarding the second half of your question and my thoughts for why the new books are so. Like That. so I'm going to move that whole ramble to a second post which I will post momentarily.

[part 2 here!]

#pjo #riordanverse #fandom #fandom infrastructure #ask #Anonymous #long post //#i am very interested in this topic anon im so glad you asked

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ggidolsmuts · 2 years ago

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I Never Die, I Only Breed: Level 5 - (G)I-dle Miyeon

TW: Knotting, slight body modification

A/N: This is the closest thing to Savage(d) I’ve written since it’s another imaginary “world” where I can stretch things further, so just throwing the warning up front. I know knotting is typically associated with furry stuff, but I kinda imagine it as an extension of the breeding kink, so that’s how I wrote it. It’s not for everyone, but yeah, just wanted to write it once.

You're in a room—there is a bed, there is a door. There is no mirror though, between that and the throne bed you wake up in, you remember that you just finished a slow pleasurable round with Minnie. You rise from the bed, and immediately Minnie is stroking your arm, enticing you to stay.

"Come back to bed oppa, stay a while longer, put another baby in me..."

"I would love to, but I need to progress. I'll be back, I promise."

"Okay, don't be too long." Every word of Minnie is a wisp of seduction and addiction, and very reluctantly you pull away and leave her. You throw on a bathrobe and go through the door.

"Hello, congratulations and welcome for making it this far." Miyeon waits for you on her bed, complete with a pink bathrobe.

"Thanks." You wait at a distance, expecting some sort of requirement or task from Miyeon. She looks at you quizzically and pats the spot next to her.

"What's the matter? Come over." She tears the robe off you as soon as you get near her. "Miyeonie wants your cum!" Before you can say anything she has mounted you, her own robe already slipping from her shoulders.

"Wait— Mmph! No gimmick, no nothing?" you blurt out between gasps as Miyeon's slick heat overwhelms you. She shakes her head and shuts you up with a kiss. You groan and in no time at all you're shooting your load into her. Is that it? This last level is just a victory lap?

"Thanks for the cum, you failed, bye!" Miyeon's still on top of you as she waves goodbye to your inevitable loss of consciousness.

You're in a room—there is a bed, there is a mirror, there is a door. You scratch your head at walk to the mirror, was there nothing to do at all? Miyeon made no demands of you, simply jumping on you and having you cum in her. That should have been enough! You do notice a few new gauges on the mirror.

Miyeon:

Love: 0/100

Lust: 1/100

Breed: 0/100

Likes: Unknown

Dislikes: Unknown

Neutral: Unknown

You groan as you realize what you have to do, and why there are so many items available to be bought in the mirror—you had to "win" her over by giving her gifts. You start picking out some gifts from the mirror—books, makeup, flowers, wine, it was almost stereotypical. You shrug and head over to Minnie's room.

"Oppa you're back! How was the round with Miyeon?"

"Fast. Do you know what she likes?"

"Chocolates, snacks, noodles, art stuff."

"Damn, I'm supposed to give her stuff she likes."

"Oh, you're on that phase, I remember guys giving her a bunch of stuff, but they stopped coming back after a while."

"Why not?"

"Took too long? Something about Miyeon only accepting a gift a day, that's what they mumble when they head into her room." Oh damn, that would take a while.

"Do you know what's her deal? Like why it takes so long?"

"Miyeon? She likes cum as much as the rest of us, but she doesn't want the whole breeding part, so you have to make her fall in love with you, to make her want to start a family with you." It sounded sweet, if not for the fact that she's barring your progress.

"And to make her fall in love I just have to give her gifts?"

"I guess? I dunno, what she likes is not my business." She wraps her arms around your neck. "Now enough about Miyeon, think about starting a family with me..." You let yourself be pulled down to the bed, and Minnie's on top of you swiftly. She strokes your shaft quickly to get you to full hardness, and with a soft smile she sinks on to you.

"God you feel so good Minnie..." you moan, watching her breasts bounce as she rocks back and forth on top.

"Yeah, give me that cum, I can't imagine not having it in my pussy!" Minnie's whimpers and dirty love whispers flood your ear as you fill her up with a sigh, making her contract and clench around you exquisitely. She continues to grind on you slowly, drawing the last of your seed into her. She eventually gets off you with a kiss, your warm fluid leaking out of her.

"Come back soon." You nod and get dressed again before heading to Miyeon's room.

"Hi Miyeon, I got you a gift!"

"Oh thanks! Makeup is, umm, nice I guess, thank you!" Damn, definitely not a gift she likes. "Sex then?" She jumps straight into things and on to you. "Oooh!" You roll her around and take the position on top—maybe this will work? Powerfully you thrust down into her, and Miyeon coos up at you.

"Oh yes, give it to me, give it to me big boy!" It is almost mocking the way she urges you on, but she feels too good to resist or argue, and you launch a load into her quickly. "Thanks for the cum, but you failed again, come back soon!"

Damn it!

You're in a room—there is a bed, there is a mirror, there is a door. You stumble over to the mirror and look at the gauges. It now reads:

Miyeon:

Love: 2/100

Lust: 1/100

Breed: 0/100

Likes: Unknown

Dislikes: Unknown

Neutral: Makeup

Wow, you barely made a dent. You note that there is a small tooltip on the gauges now, so you look at what they say:

Love: Increases by 3 points for a gift Miyeon loves, 2 points for a neutral gift, -5 points for a gift she dislikes. Decays by 1 point a day.

Lust: Increases by 3 points every time she has sex, resets to 1 point when she is creampied. Grows by 1 point a day.

Breed: Increases by 4 points every time she has sex when "Lust" gauge is full. Increases by 3 points a day when "Love" gauge is full. Decays by 2 points a day. Only open to breeding when gauge hits 100.

You could barely wrap your mind around how long that would take, but without a doubt, you would have to visit Miyeon often. And you'd have to not give her a creampie either? It sounds impossible! You buy a few gifts that Minnie said Miyeon would like, and something catches your eye.

Condoms: Single use - 5000 Neverpoints

That would work right? You had enough for a few condoms, so you buy two for now. You go to Yuqi for a round, hoping to get more information about Miyeon.

"Miyeon?" Yuqi asks, lazily rubbing her cum-dripping slit. "She just likes cum, give her cum and she'll take any gift."

"That's not helpful! I need more information! What happens if I withhold cum?"

"What do you mean, withhold cum?" Yuqi's face is blank, as if she is a large language model that hasn't been trained on your question. "I'm afraid I am not equipped to answer that question."

"Never mind. Thanks." You give her a peck and head to Miyeon. You give her chocolates, which at least she likes, and this time you push her on all fours, making sure she can't see what you're doing. You withdraw the condom from your inventory and put it on, but as soon as you push into her Miyeon has pulled away from you before jumping on you with surprising strength. She snarls at you, her nails drawing lines on your face.

"Look you little prick, you wrap that up again, and I'll delete your save and publish your browser history, are we clear?" You can only gasp and nod as she sinks on to you. The expression on her face is foul and dark, angry that you even tried the little trick. Miyeon squeezed and rode you well, but it was merely perfunctory, like you were a tap she was turning on for cum. Her breath hitches, but beyond the clenching of your shaft she lets nothing slip, and you surrender your cum to her soon after. There is a flash of motion, and your cheek is still stinging as you black out.

You're in a room—there is a bed, there is a mirror, there is a door. You rub your jaw—it felt numb, but otherwise you suffered no lasting damage from her slap. What hurt more is what you saw on the mirror.

Miyeon:

Love: -50/100

Lust: 1/100

Breed: 0/100

Likes: Chocolates

Dislikes: Condoms

Neutral: Makeup

Minus 50?! Your little attempt just cost you almost a month of progress, why did they even sell condoms then? You rack your brain to come up with some other solution—nothing else had prepared you for this! You eventually come up with a potential solution, but there's no way you're testing it on Miyeon first.

"Oh, you're here?" Soyeon calls out to you from her desk. "Been a while."

"Yeah, sorry, I want to test something, would you mind?"

"Sure. How do you want me?" Soyeon asks casually, a far cry from the last time you left her. You motion her to lie down on the bed, and as you enter both her holes with your Johnson & Johnson perk, Soyeon slowly turns into your mewling queen once more.

"Oh god, my king, you fill my holes so well! Why didn't you come back sooner?"

"Sorry my queen, I need to finish the game."

"It's fine, I forgive you, just finish in me before you do!" You wince even as you thrust—that is exactly what you were not going to do to Soyeon. She starts wailing in pleasure as you thrust harder, trying to finish your experiment as quick as you can. She grabs you, urging you to kiss her as she feels you throb, yet at the last moment you grunt and do the unthinkable—you pull out. Soyeon's mouth opens and closes aimlessly as she watches your rich cum pool and splatter on her abs, the sensation of being filled suddenly ripped from her.

"No! What are you doing!" She swipes your load up with fingers, wantonly stuffing her fingers back into herself, but it is not the same. "Why would you do that!" You are shocked by her reaction—rather than anger like Miyeon, Soyeon's begging, clutching your arm desperately.

"Please, please cum in me, I can't finger it deep enough!" You take pity on her, and Soyeon holds her legs apart for you as you take her again. This time she sighs happily as you plunge into her pussy, quelling her heat even without a cock in her ass. Her legs wrap around you, and her hands hook underneath your shoulders, trying to pull you in further.

"You really don't want me to pull out do you?"

"No, I need to feel you cum, it doesn't feel right otherwise." Soyeon gasps as you drive deep into her. You give Soyeon just that, and she seizes up in a strong climax as you flood her with seed. You prepare to fade out, having orgasmed twice in a run, but after a while you still feel energized and hard—do orgasms not count if you don't finish in someone? Soyeon squeals in delight as you fill her a second time, and after this round you do fade to black.

You're in a room—there is a bed, there is a mirror, there is a door. You check the mirror again.

Miyeon:

Love: -51/100

Lust: 0/100

Breed: 0/100

Likes: Chocolates

Dislikes: Condoms

Neutral: Makeup

Well, you did not expect any changes there. What has changed is a new perk in the shop.

Cum Now Spill Later: Orgasm without spilling your load, it is saved for later—unlocked after 100 consecutive pull outs

Your eyes bugged out at the requirement, 100 pull outs in a row? No creampies? Given how needy Soyeon was, you can only imagine how Shuhua, Yuqi, or Minnie would react. How would you pull it off, how would you resist them after they ask you for it?

You go to Shuhua, and you kneel and beg for her understanding.

"I don't get it, why do you have to pull out?"

"I need to do it to unlock a perk, and I need the perk to finish the game."

"There's no other way?"

"Not really, it would take too long, please Shuhua?" She bites her bottom lip, before agreeing.

"Okay, I don't know how I'll react when you pull out though."

You nod and take position on top of her.

"I'll make you cum first okay?" Shuhua nods and softly moans as you focus on her pleasure, angling just right into her. You knew just how to pleasure Shuhua by now, and with a finger pressed on her clit you tilt her over. You take Shuhua's cry as a signal, and as she rides her orgasm out you take the opportunity to chase your own, hoping the pleasure distracts her from what you'll do. You pull out and stroke yourself over her stomach, layering it with your cum. The two of you take deep breaths as you recover, and you keep an eye on Shuhua to gauge her reaction. Her brow is furrowed, but she manages to stay in control.

"I'm fine, this is okay, I think."

"Okay, can I go again?" In return for not finishing in her, you are able to continue, and every load you cover Shuhua with does not count towards ending your run. Shuhua though slowly turns into a mess, both from pleasure and from the heat slowly growing in her. Her hands go from your arms to the sheets, twisting and tearing, then they go back to your arms, gripping you tightly.

"Oppa, please, I need!" You feel her legs wrap around you—this is dangerous. Shuhua cries out as you push her knees back, and you pound her quickly to finish yourself off. With a grunt you pull out, and hungrily Shuhua sits up and leans forward. "My mouth!" She grips you and wraps her lips around your tip, and unable to control yourself any further you spew down her throat. You end up massaging her scalp as she sucks your load out greedily.

"Is-Is that okay?" she asks after, wiping her mouth. "Can you cum in my mouth?"

"I think so..." You check the unlock progress, and thankfully you're about a third of the way there. "Yes, that's fine, we should have tested earlier."

"Sorry, I just needed to feel your cum in me. I'm okay for now."

"N-No, I put you through a lot, thanks Shuhua, I'll go to the others." Shuhua nods understandingly, but you still see a flash of desire in her eyes—you'll have to come back after. For now, you leave her for Yuqi, who's on you immediately.

"Oh my god it's been a while." Yuqi mumbles as she takes you in her mouth. Your fingers go to her head, and you happily help Yuqi fuck her mouth on your cock. You dump a load down her gullet, and you surprise her as you quickly get hard again. After the second and third load Yuqi is drooling on your shaft, but she has to back off to have a breather.

"Wow you can keep going?" You nod as you check your progress—no progress made, perhaps it didn't count since technically you didn't pull out? You must not have noticed with Shuhua earlier.

"Yeah, can I cum on your face though?"

"What? You don't want to creampie me? Who are you, are you a hacker?" Yuqi stands up, an accusatory glare etched on her face.

"No no, I need it to finish the game." You explain the situation to her.

"Tch, Miyeon and her gimmicks, fine." Yuqi starts stroking you, sucking on your tip not unlike Shuhua did. When you cum though, you make sure to inch back, covering her rosy lips with white. You also cover the rest of her face over multiple loads.

"Ew, how much more can you cum?" Yuqi winces as she wipes a handful of cum off her face.

"Sorry, I can cum elsewhere if you want."

"Yeah, sure, umm, just fuck me then and pull out?" Yuqi lies down on the bed and let's you top her. You fuck her with long strokes, and like Shuhua she starts to cum over and over again, your continued hardness driving her to peak after peak, only pausing for you to pull out and spill on her flat tummy every so often. You see the same manic look in her eyes, and you feel her thighs close around on your hips. "I want your cum!"

"Later, or just in your mouth then!" Yuqi immediately gets up, and before you know it you're unloading down her throat again. Yuqi hums as she swallows, as if savouring something particularly tasty. The hungry look is diminished from her eyes when she opens them once more.

"Thanks Yuqi, I think I should go."

"No, stay, I want more cum!" The look is merely diminished.

"I-I can't, sorry, I'll be back later!" You hurry out of the room as Yuqi starts moving towards you again. Your cock points you in the next natural direction—Soyeon.

"Hey, I'm back."

"You're not pulling out on me again this time are you?"

"I'm afraid I have to."

"No! What if you cum in my ass, does that count? That's a loophole right?"

"Sorry, it doesn't count either."

"Ugh... fine, just do it a few times, pull out too many times and I'm jumping on you and not getting off."

"Thanks." You kiss Soyeon appreciatively, and she turns away from you and gets on all fours. Getting her drift you plunge into her easily, and soon she's gripping the sheets, moaning at your thrusts. Your first load goes across her butt, and you smear your tip with some of your load and push it back into her. This doesn't go unnoticed as Soyeon begins to back herself on to you, more into it than before. The second shot goes across her lower back, and you pause to push some of it into her pussy. With a few more loads her thighs are stained and dripping with your thick cum, and Soyeon turns to face you.

"Last one my King, put it in my ass or I'm jumping you." You heed her threat, and with some cum as lube, your perks let you enter Soyeon's ass smoothly. You start slow, but her ass is too tight to stay slow for long, and soon you're pumping into her, feeling her fingers as well as she stuffs what cum she can collect into her.

"Come on, give me that cum, I want it!" She constricts around you, and when her hand finds your sack you are groaning and leaning over her, dumping a load straight into her ass.

"Fuck Soyeon!"

"That's it, give it to me! Fuck that's warm!" Soyeon groans gratefully into the sheets, and as she slumps on the bed her lower back is a completely different shade from the rest of her body, covered in a sheen of your cream.

"Thanks, I'll be back."

"Mmhmm, you better." You check your progress—only a few more pull outs left. Minnie waits for you atop her throne bed. As you sit on the bed she is instantly twisting around you, snaking her long legs between yours.

"Minnie, I will need to pull out." You let her know, and as always Minnie is the perfect lover.

"I know, I understand, I'm here to make you cum as fast as possible." She draws you into her, and to your surprise, Minnie turns you into a two-pump chump, as you are hastily pulling out of her already.

"Argh fuck, sorry..." Minnie shushes you and pulls you back into her.

"It's okay, this is all about you." You fuck and cum quickly on Minnie repeatedly, until finally, you unlock the perk.

"Okay, it's done."

"Well, what would be different?" Minnie asks.

"I don't know, let's find out." Without having to worry about pulling out you start fucking Minnie with vigor, delighting in her joyful cries. You don't last for very long regardless, as the pleasure rushes up your spine you briefly focus on not spilling your load. Your world turns white briefly, but as you huff and pull out of Minnie, you don't see any cum leaking out of her, only some slick. Minnie asks you a question she's never asked before.

"Did you orgasm? It sure felt like it, but I didn't feel any cum."

"Yeah I did, I guess it works then." Minnie clings to you and forces you to the bed. For the first time you see in her eyes that same glint you've seen in Shuhua and Yuqi.

"Now turn it off, and get me off." You're not sure how to "turn it off", but you don't worry about that for now, you worry about turning off the cocksleeve that is Minnie grinding on top of you, a hand on her tits and another between her legs, rubbing her clit. She's focused on making herself cum as hard as possible, and you plant your feet to help her with that. Your hands cuff Minnie to your body, one on the back of her neck and one on her lower back, holding her down as you start slamming up into her pussy. A shriek becomes a gasp as you firmly hold her, and it turns into a long moan, jarred by every thrust you put into her. You squeeze her butt, and a digit sinks into her ass as you pull her down and cum, this time releasing your load into her.

"Oh fuck, that's it, that's it..." Minnie's eyes roll into her head as the sensations of your hot cum and surprise finger overwhelm her, and all her muscles tense and go taut. She goes limp and slumps against you, totally out of it—the first time a climax has hit her this hard. Pleased with yourself you cover her in a blanket— time to reward the other members for their help too.

You're in a room—there is a bed, there is a mirror, there is a door. You get off the bed, satisfied with the state you've left Shuhua, Yuqi, and Soyeon in. Shuhua's in her bed, massaging her belly in a daze after you pumped her with five orgasms' worth of cum all at once; You nearly choked Yuqi with your built-up load, and had to tilt her head back so that all your cum could drain down her throat smoothly; Soyeon is left sitting weirdly in her production "studio"—she swears she can still feel your cum in her ass, but surely you have fully drained out of her by now.

And now for Miyeon.

Miyeon:

Love: -60/100

Lust: 10/100

Breed: 0/100

"Where have you been?" Miyeon asks as you enter her room, annoyed at being left alone for so long.

"Busy, but I'm here to fuck you now."

"Fine, let's do it." Miyeon sighs in relief as you fill her, and soon she gets herself off around you. Miyeon's lust is now 12.

"Good, now go ahead, you can cum." You smirk and nod, and with a few more humps into her you orgasm without releasing your load.

"Mmm, that was nice," you comment, and Miyeon looks at you confusedly.

"Wait, you did? I didn't feel—" You place a finger on her lips to shush her.

"Shhh, just because I came doesn't mean you get a creampie. Now I'm going to keep fucking you." Before Miyeon can say anything you start pumping your still hard shaft into her again. 13, 16, 19... At first Miyeon is happy to enjoy your long-lasting hardness, but as she cums repeatedly and feels you throb with her own orgasms, she begins to get worried.

"Hey, are you not going to give me a creampie?" Miyeon asks during a pause, and you take the opportunity to change positions, making her get on top of you.

"Only if you let me breed you."

"No! I'll make you give me your cum before that!" She rides you with purpose, and you can feel her clench around you deliberately—it is a good attempt. You reach a peak with her, but you don't give her anything to work with. Miyeon bites her lower lip and keeps going. She rides herself on top of you for another few more orgasms before she slows down, losing her strength. Her lust is at 31 now.

"What's wrong, tired already?" You jibe. "You're not going to make me give you cum like that."

"No, please!" You push her weak form on to the bed, and you hook her legs around your elbows. Miyeon powerlessly squeals as she is powerfully pounded into the bed, her legs flailing as your other perks kick in, throwing her into a maelstrom of pleasure.

This was far more than she bargained for or expected, but with every orgasm, her desire for more increases, her lust levels rising alarmingly fast. When you tire of bruising her hips you pull out and yank her head towards your cock, and when she has smeared lipstick all over your shaft, you cleaned it by putting it in her ass—it didn't matter which hole you fucked, Miyeon came all the same.

"Wait, oh god!" Miyeon screams as her lust gauge is filled completely, the loud splattering of her slick onto the sheets confirmation of the fact.

Now to finish her off.

You push her down to all fours, taking her from behind dominantly. Her cries of pleasure slowly wear down to whines and groans, a new heat taking her as her breed gauge grows. Your thrusts feel shorter in her, and you're striking at her g-spot directly. Miyeon looks down between her legs, at the connection, and her eyes widen.

"What is that?!" You look down, and the base of your cock is bulging, as if all your stored up cum from the session is in there, ready to be unloaded—it looked like a knot.

"That's all my cum for you, I've been enjoying my orgasms the whole time, the cum had to go somewhere. You want it?"

She begins to pant, and you see the desire for cum, that look the others have shown you when you kept pulling out. "Yes! Please, please!" Miyeon begs you, sweat trickling down her face as she tries to push back against your thrusts, urging you to give her your seed.

"I'll give it all to you, but I want you to say it."

"Give me all of your cum— mmmgh!" Miyeon cums again, the breed gauge continuing to rise.

"You didn't finish it, say it!" You growl as you orgasm as well, growing the knot.

"Give me all of your cum please, I want all of it!" Your cumknot smacks her clit with every thrust, and Miyeon turns delirious, her peaks beginning to blend together. Her toes and fingers feel numb, curling and seizing up for what felt like forever. All she can feel is your cock taking her, and that bulge pressed against her pussy, as if trying to enter her too. 90, 91, 92...

"That's not it Miyeon, you know what I want to hear." You pound her harder, knowing that completion was at hand. 97, 98, 99, the heat is unbearable!

"You win, you win, please..." Miyeon's trembling, drooling and crying from desire, her hair's messy, partly from you grabbing it for facefucks, partly from her hands looking to grab and tear at anything.

"Say it, SAY IT!"

100.

"B-Breed me, please breed me, I need your cum..." Miyeon breaks and crumbles, whispering what she wanted, what you needed to hear. Miyeon screams as you ram against her viciously, and on the second try you manage to sink fully into her.

Her legs give out, and above her prone form you roar victoriously, letting yourself go completely. Miyeon's breath is cutoff, the sensation of the knot throbbing in her seeming to catch her throat as well. The flood of heat burns her senses, endless waves of thick rich seed filling her womb. You pull her head back and mark her neck, feeling her shaky moan on your lips as you continue to pump your cum into her with the slow grinding of your hips. Miyeon's breath grows short as the fullness in her abdomen grows, and she squeals as a surge of pleasure goes straight to her brain—Miyeon clenches around the knot, and she is finally bred.

"There, it's done." You try to detangle from her, but the knot prevents you from doing so, and so you lie with Miyeon, slowly and continuously pouring cum into her as it eventually shrinks.

"Congratulations," Miyeon mumbles sleepily in her cum-filled daze. "What's next?"

"I don't know, I finished the game haven't I? What happens next?"

"I dunno either, no one has ever bred me."

"Until now."

"Yes, until now." She pecks you. "You're going to have to come back."

"Oh I will," you agree. “I want to hear you say that again.” You cuddle Miyeon until you are finally able to pull out and look around. She gasps at the sudden emptiness, your cum oozing freely out of her freshly-bred hole. A door has appeared in her room—it is time to go. You kiss Miyeon goodbye and step through the door. You are greeted by a short credits screen, and then a taunting question.

Start New Game+?

You hit yes and close the game.

You're in your room—there is your bed, there is your mirror, there is your door. You take a deep breath—finally, finally you have finished the game! You rub one out after playing, but other than that you don't touch or think about the game, glad to be finally done with the grind.

A week later you receive an invitation from the developers of the game.

As the first person to complete the game, we would like to invite you to give us feedback.

On the invitation is a time and a place. You dress up nicely and show up at the appointed place, apparently a hotel suite—perhaps the whole dev team is there!

The whole dev team was there, specifically, the five (G)I-dle members. Miyeon tosses you a bathrobe.

"Take a shower, get ready for New Game Plus."

A/N: Finally done with the series, I won’t lie it was hard getting this one out because I had to do the whole build up to the final scene, that’s why it took so long. I had the idea for the longest time, just kept putting off writing the whole process of unlocking that “perk”, guess it really is a grind lol. Thanks for reading!

#smut #gidle #miyeon

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I’m gonna cry… I had an entire analysis for this typed out but my wifi is shit so it refused to post😭😭 anyways, this is based off of the @ladybugout-au permanent superhero team. I decided against doing Luka’s Cadmeancio suit because I 1. Didn’t want to draw him in orange and 2. I was already pushing it with making a purple/red Neurofoxin. Only reason I made her purple is because natural coloring obviously doesn’t mean shit to the character designers if Juleka gets to be a purple red tiger. Anyways, here’s my take on their suits!

Hecattack: I wanted to diverge from the furry/bdsm influences Chat’s suit got, so I gave him looser fit pants, a hood and combat boots. His suit was lowkey inspired by Red Hood’s design because, dammit, DC may be super dark, but they know how to design characters well (something MLB could stand to learn from ಠ_ಠ) anyways, along with the hood and paneled top+cargo pants+combat boots, I gave him cat-shaped knee pads, similar to Ivan’s turtle shell knee pads. You will also notice a trend with a lot of my hero suit designs, which is fingerless gloves. Yes, this’ll take away from the cat claw thing Chat had going on, but I’m ok with that. To go with his punk/rock band aesthetic, he got combat boots with the signature cat paw steel toes. His tail is pretty much the same along with the ears. His mask is also different, covering the bottom half of his face. This also takes away from the cat sclera thing the original Chat had, but Luka isn’t a furry so… also, the mask covering his mouth alludes to his calm nature and quiet personality, not feeling the need to play around, especially during a battle,which was where the original Chat erred most often. Luka also has very expressive eyes, so I wanted to push that, like, even if he doesn’t talk much, he’s still a good communicator. Plus, when cats are hunting, they’re quiet! Which the original Chat cannot relate to!

Ladybug: ok, so her suit is still pretty basic, since I wanted to stick with he AU’s canon description of her suit. The main bodice/legs are similar to the season 4 suit after she calls on the lucky charm, but the sleeves are slightly different. I also got rid of the “reverse” polka dots cuz they just look ugly imo. Her gloves are also fingerless, since I feel like that would 1. Lend better to doing yo-yo tricks and 2. They just look better (u_u) anyways, her hair is still the same, as well as her mask. It’s pretty basic but eh…

Neurofoxin: her design is also super simple, but I also wanted to veer away from the gaudy orange normally associated with the fox miraculous. If she can make her tiger suit purple and red, I can make her fox costume reddish purple!! She’s goth, she’s not gonna walk around in *o r a n g e*. And I stand by that. Anyways, like I said her suit is relatively simple, the panels of the suit modeled after Volpina’s actually, because despite how I hate Lila and her stupid sausage link hair, her volpina suit was pretty cute. Instead of giving her a jacket w/coattails or a belt/sash to be her tail, I decided to make it her hair, cuz even in civilian form it’s pretty long. I also decided that instead of a dark grey/black to purple, I’d make the tips the same cream as her “underbelly” panel, as I wanted to incorporate the cream in more than just that singular spot. I also pulled her bang back because even if she’s goth, she still needs to be able to see properly as a superhero. Plus, I like Juleka’s eyes, and I feel like Trixx would like her to show off more. Anyways, besides the morph suit and her hair being a bit longer than normal+a different color, she has a cropped leather jacket,same color as her suit. There’s also paneling on the side/back of her thighs/back that’s a darker red/purple color. Again, to go with her rockstar/alt aesthetic, I gave her combat boots as well, though hers are knee high, plus I forgot to draw the laces, but eh. Fun fact: I headcanon the Couffaine twins as being super tall for their age, but Juleka is taller than her twin for now+her boots are heeled.

Fukiya: for Kagami’s suit, I pulled inspo from someone else’s LBO AU fanart, although I can’t remember who’s it was. Originally, I was gonna go for a suit similar to Kagami’s fencing gear, but decided to go w the suit she has now so it’d be more reminiscent of a bee. I gave her a sleeveless, cropped kimono, the bottom of which has a honeycomb pattern and an ombré going from dark yellow to black. Her obi has two layers, the bottom layer being a bright yellow and the outside layer being black. Her sleeves are similar to Queen Bee’s, but with an added black line. Her legs are completely black with the exception of her knee pads, which are a bright yellow and octogon shaped. I wanted her to look more bee-esque than Queen Bee or Vesperia (her character design is 🤢) so I gave her the yellow torso with black limbs, than made the kimono collar thick to look like a neck ruff or smth. I honestly struggled with her design a bit but it looks ok in the end so I’m happy with it :) also, Kagami is the shortest because I said so!

Heavy Matal: oh, Ivan, you absolute teddy bear of a guy. I adore the Iván of this AU, he’s so sweet, a gentle giant, so I wanted to focus on making him look slightly softer than the rest of the heroes, despite being the turtle holder. I gave him his signature cargoes, although they’re pants instead of shorts when he’s transformed, a sleeveless hoodie, and “turtle”-neck compression-esque undershirt, the sleeves long enough to be, you guessed it, fingerless gloves! The only reason Kagami is the only one with full gloves is because I wanted to giver a more serious/conservative look. Mari’s been ladybug so long she deserves to have cute, fingerless gloves! Anyways, back to Ivan! His hoodie is two toned, like a turtle’s shell, with the front being a light green. It’s patterned to look like a turtle shell underbelly, with a nice big pocket to hold whatever. He wears elbow- and knee-pads, which are shaped like little turtle shells. He wears regular Vans-style tennies, and his mask is similar to Carapace’s, except it cover the majority of the front of his face (think Kid Flash), and is colored/patterned similarly to a box turtle, with red accents along his cheekbones and his little tuft of hair is his usual blond with an ombré to that same red. (Ignore the ear I forgot to color in plz, I don’t feel like editing anymore T-T)

Ok, so that’s it for today’s character designs! I’m working on redesigning pretty much everyone’s civilian and hero costumes. I haven’t mentioned on this blog, but on pretty much every Gabe!Salt fic I’ve read, I will tell you, whoever the hell designed most of the characters in MLB, you deserve to be fired and then arrested. I’m so sorry, but there’s no way ur gonna convince me Fashion Designer™️ Marinette Dupain-Cheng walks out of her house every day, wearing ugly ass ballet flats+”denim” jeggings in that shade of pink. No way. And don’t even get me started on Gabriel’s candy-cane, red pants and duck hair headass, because omg… that man is supposed to be a world renowned Fashion Designer™️, one of the best in Paris. IN. PARIS!! No fucking way. No way. I get, you want ur characters to be simple and easily recognizable, but that doesn’t mean they have to be ugly!! And I get it, Adrien’s supposed to have a model-off-duty look, but wth are those shoes? Plus, why does he never change for his photo shoots? He’s a MODEL! I get it, you can’t even spend money to change the transformation animation to whatever the characters are actually wearing but wtf??? If you were gonna have any kid’s show where we get to see a lot of different clothes/outfits, this would be the show!! Two of the main characters are fashion designers, one of the minor antagonists is the daughter of a fashion magazine owner and your other main character is a model. IN PARIS!! A city known for its fashion and “romance”. And ur telling me you can’t add a few more outfits to the show??? That’s called lazy writing/animation.

Ugh, sorry abt that rant, but the character designs genuinely piss me off. It’s bullshit.

I digress.

I’ll be releasing the main 4 kids’ redesigns probably on the 15th!!

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanart #marinette dupain cheng #luka couffaine #juleka couffaine #kagami tsurugi #ivan bruel #kwami swap #ladybugout AU #fanart #lbo Art

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kinkandkreep · 1 year ago

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❤︎ 𝑲𝒆𝒏 "𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏" 𝑹𝒚𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒋𝒊 𝒙 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌!𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

❤︎ "__" 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒

Over the course of your marriage, which is still relatively new, Draken has developed a tendency to ignore you when you address him by any name other than a select few.

Because he knows it’s force of habit for you, he may on occasion answer when you call out “Draken,” though he’s always sure to remind you that he doesn’t prefer it when you call him that.

He always answers to his given name, loving the way “Ken” sounds dripping from between your lips, especially during those breathless moments the two of you share in bed.

But, even still, that’s not the name he most prefers to hear you utter.

“Kenny the Pooh?”

Ah, there it is.

A small smile curling his mouth upward, Ken turns to greet you as you enter your home, a “welcome back baby” poised on his lips.

Ken pauses, however, brows furrowing deeply upon seeing the wiggling bundle you’re holding in your coat.

“__...please tell me that’s not what I think it is.”

You’re silent for several moments, still wrestling with the bundle and pointedly avoiding Ken’s skeptical gaze.

“Weeeelll…that depends on what you think it is.”

“__-”

“Ok yes, issa pup!” Right on cue, the wiggling pauses and a small, furry brown head peeks up from your coat collar.

Ken sighs, lightly pinching the bridge of his nose to stave off his impending headache.

“__, what on Earth are we going to do with a pup?”

You give him an incredulous look.

“What you mean “what we gone do”? We gone keep ‘im and we gone love ‘im, duh.”

Ken sighs again, louder and more exasperated this time.

He’s no stranger to entertaining shenanigans (thank Manjiro for that) but he’s never had to care for a stray other than himself before, especially not one of the canine persuasion.

“Do you know how to care for a dog? And are you aware of the responsibility that’s associated with something like that?”

You nod enthusiastically. “Yes! I had a pup when I was a little girl. She was my best friend in the whole world. The hole she left in my heart when she died was too big a gap for any other dog to fill for a long time, but now I think I’m ready to try again.”

Your smile is wistful and sad, until your gaze flicks down to the little puppy teething on your fingers. Your smile becomes much brighter and larger as you watch the tiny thing, and Ken knows immediately that he no longer has the heart to deny you this.

Not that he ever really did in the first place but shush.

“Ok, fine. We’ll keep it. But the brunt of the responsibility will lie firmly on your shoulders. You know I don’t have much time to devote to caring for a dog what with running the shop.”

“Oh I know. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything. And besides, you’ll love this little guy in no time. I already do.”

Ken shakes his head, chuckling quietly before turning back to the sink.

It turns out, you were right. Little time has elapsed before Ken and the aptly named Coco are thick as thieves. The steadily growing pup is shaping up to be quite well behaved, with a naturally even temperament. He’s also very intelligent, even somewhat helping you and Ken around the house and shop respectively.

“So, you glad I brought Coco home or what?”

Your eyes silently dare the blonde man to say anything negative, seeing as he’s currently got Coco cradled in one of his arms, the other hand holding a toy for the pup to try and capture.

Pausing mid coo, Ken fondly rolls his eyes, smiling as he absentmindedly shakes the toy.

“Yeah yeah, I’m glad. Happy?”

“Very,” you reply, leaning in for a quick smooch.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Kenny the Pooh! My dear Kenny the Pooh!”

Ken, who was previously working on one of the bikes in the shop, immediately drops his tools, apologizing quietly at the loud sound which disturbs the resting Coco.

“Yes my love, what do you want?”

You, who had just made it to the bottom step, fold your arms across your chest haughtily.

“Hmph, why do you just assume I want something?”

“Because the last time you called me by that name, we all of sudden were responsible for an extra life.” He throws a pointed sidelong glance at Coco, whose ears perk up but who otherwise doesn’t move.

“Not that you mind all that much apparently. He even gets to chill in the shop while you work. I don’t even get to do that!”

“That’s because you don’t know how to behave down here. You wanna touch everything and ask me a million questions. I love you, but it’s distracting.”

Unable to refute Ken’s words, and now feeling a little bad, you make your way over to him, gently massaging his shoulders and resting your head on top of his with a sigh.

“Well, I’m sorry I find what my man does so interesting. And I suppose you’re saying Coco is better behaved than me?”

“Quite.”

You scoff, playfully smacking your husband’s shaved head, chuckling along with him.

You continue massaging Ken’s shoulders as he works for a bit, until Coco begins to grow fidgety.

“I think he needs outside. C’mere Coco!”

The pup quickly makes his way over to you, lifting up on his hind legs and pawing at your thigh.

Cooing at how cute he is, you pick him up, lifting one of his little paws and waving it back and forth at Ken.

“Tell Daddy you’ll see him later.”

Almost seeming to understand your words, Coco barks happily once. You give him a little scritch behind the ears and a “good boy,” turning to say something to Ken before you depart, when what you see has you stopping in your tracks.

Your husband is flushed red from the tips of his ears down to his cheeks and all down his neck. It’s a little alarming, and you’ve half a mind to ask him if he’s alright before he begins speaking.

“Daddy, huh?”

You blink once, twice, before a wicked smirk curls your lips upward.

“Yes, daddy. Is something wrong?” Smirk now gone, you blink innocently up at him, guffawing internally at his reaction to such an absentminded thing on your part.

Ken doesn’t respond for some moments, before turning back to what he was doing.

“When you’re done tending to Coco, come back down here. I’ve got something I’d like to show you.”

“Mmhm, and that would be?”

“Oh nothing special. I just wanted to show you how much easier it is to see the intricate parts of a motorcycle when you’re bent over it.”

Now it’s your turn to be flustered, and Ken’s smoldering gaze sure isn’t helping.

Turning, you hurry to do as instructed, murmuring a “yes daddy” before you depart, a none-the-wiser Coco in tow.

Later on~

__: Ay, quite hoggin’ my dog.

Ken: Our dog, excuse you.

ᵃ/ⁿ: ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ˢⁿⁱᵖᵖᵉᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵘᵗᵉ (ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵒᵐᵉʷʰᵃᵗ ˢᵖⁱᶜʸ) ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ ⁱ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵘᵖ ʷⁱᵗ ᵒˡᵉ ᵏᵉⁿⁿʸ ᵏⁱⁿˢ. ⁱ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸ'ᵃˡˡ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸᵉᵈ! ⁱ'ˡˡ ᵈᵉᶠⁱⁿⁱᵗᵉˡʸ ᵇᵉ ᵖᵒˢᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵘᵗᵘʳᵉ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒᵘʳˢᵉ, ᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ ᶠᵘˡˡ ˢᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ ᶠᵗ. ᵏᵉⁿ. ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉᵃⁿᵗⁱᵐᵉ, ˡᵉᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸ'ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜʰᵉᶜᵏ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵐʸ ᵗʳ ᵐⁱⁿⁱ ᵐᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡⁱˢᵗ. ʳᵉᵠᵘᵉˢᵗˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵒᵖᵉⁿ!

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokrev #ken ryuguji #ryuguji ken #draken #x black reader #black reader #draken x reader #ken ryuguji x reader #ryuguji ken x reader

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marrowcrunch · 7 months ago

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What are your top 3 favorite vtm clans (or bloodlines)?

Bonus: which clan do you think you'd fit in with? :3c

Oh boy, this is going to be long lol

Favorite: Tzimisce

Gosh, what a surprise :O

But yeah. I mean, firstly, the cool factor is undeniable. It's always such a joy designing Tzimisce characters because even toeing the strictest borderlines of canon they're allowed to get real weird with it in a way that most other clans aren't. I don't mean this as hate at all so I hope it doesn't come across like that, all clans are beautiful <3 but if you're playing Ventrue, Brujah, Tremere etc to some degree you'll always just be playing as Some Guy. With a Tzim it’s like…Do you want some sick-ass bone blades on your arms? No problem! Another pair of arms to put more bone blades on? Sounds good! Do you want to be bioluminescent like a squid? Great! Go crazy!

Second: Full disclosure, I am the “My fursona is my TWOO SELF” flavor of furry. And the idea of having near total freedom of form— to be able to give myself a tail, claws, fangs, horns, [long censor beep], whatever I want, to abandon my human shape, fills me with Yearning.

In the complete opposite direction, I also find personal meaning in the clan as someone who suffers from chronic pain. Shamelessly copy-pasting a reply to another post:

The flavoring of Vicissitude as a creeping infection, as the actual body of the Eldest spread from generation to generation, able to rise up and consume its bearers at any moment, resonates with me very deeply as someone whose pain is caused by congenital tissue defects and which will inevitably get worse over time.

The idea that…there’s something horrible lurking inside your body. It can’t be cured. It can’t be removed. It is part of the very fabric of your being. And it is going to eat you alive, it is going to eat and eat until there’s nothing left. That no matter how you struggle, eventually it’s going to win. But you struggle anyways, because what the hell else is there to do?

The clan also has its revenant families, who are all collectively my most Specialist Little Guy in the world. I am a huge sucker for ye old trope of Special Family Bloodline Technique, and they scratch that itch for me in a really fun and interesting way.

Second favorite: Giovanni. I actually don't have any deep reasons for this one, I just think that “fucked up necromancer vampire crime family” is such a fun concept lol. I like organized crime stories. It's also another one for the “bloodline technique” category— in v20, they even have their own associated revenant family, the Rossellinis!

Third favorite: Salubri. The vibe I get is that they’re deeply underappreciated because people feel like their designation in both fluff and crunch as “the nice ones” means that they’re boring and clash with Masquerade’s overall tone. But I STRONGLY disagree— I think that's exactly what gives them so much potential for the sort of personal, existential horror that is supposed to be at the heart of Masquerade. I actually want to write a much longer post sometime that really gets into why, but part of it is this— being a magical pacifist unicorn prancing in a sunny flower field isn't “horrifying,” but being a magical pacifist unicorn in a dark forest where the only other animals are wolves that want to eat your face sure is. I also think the contrast between mainline (healer) Salubri and Salubri antitribu is a really rich thematic vein— again, I want to write more on this later.

Bloodline lightning round:

Ahrimanes: Cat-themed woman power. I like the concept of Gangrel in tune with the spiritual elements of nature. Spirits in World of Darkness are fun because they can be anything.

Ventrue antitribu: Knights in modern settings are cool.

However, if the question was “Which clan are you most like?” instead of “What's your favorite”, the answer is far and away Toreador. I love making art, and while I mostly just write now because my body has kind of fallen apart, I used to dabble in a bunch of different mediums and loved them all. That and I already do the “oh that flower/painting/ random pattern of light on the wall is really pretty *zones out and stares at it*” thing in real life lol so that would just be business as usual. If I couldn't be a Meat Criminal this is actually the clan I'd choose to be embraced into.

Thanks for giving me a chance to talk :)

#would have gotten to this earlier but the Horrors. u kno how it is.#fwiw I do think all clans have potential for really fun and interesting character concepts and designs #ask #txt #crunchpost

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hopusthebrainlessfloof · 1 year ago

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WAIIIIT! DON'T SCROLL!! D:

My commissions are open!! It's sort of an emergency I guess, since I can't go to my job :{

If you can't buy a commission, please reblog so this gets around!!

These are some works I've done! My style is cutesy, but I can do dark/suggestive themes!

See My Prices:

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Additional characters: Half of price ( ex: 2 characters full body with flat colour -> 35 + 17 = $52 )

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Thank you for reading!! Happy shopping, love you, hoppy holidays!!

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z0mp13ss · 2 months ago

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A small passage for thee, As I describe the misfortunes and such that I haveth seen. I shall describe one of anger, a tale of great sorrow, one that still pains me to even well up the image in my head any longer. I decided I shall get this small mistake off of my chest, the heavy guilt associated with such burden off my shoulders. I decided I shall air out my dirty laundry, if you will. One, sunny day, a very nice day it was. As I walked into the place where the walls are shut tight, and my privileges taken, I dropped my bags into my confinement cell, as I began to get rid of the cloths I had, exchanging them for what are known as "work out clothes." I then walkedinto the dining quarters, and there I saw it. The humans who had berated me for years, sleeping peacefully. I was almost bewildered at the sight. How DARE they. Thy thinks IT can rest with no sadness and despair as I live? The exact same misfortine that haunts me must stalk them, into the depths of sleep and unto the misfortune of awaking. I stalked closer, staring as the two snored softly. Until I saw the thing drooling next to me, as it let out a small cry for help, as if wanting to be let onto their sleeping quarters, Onto them. And as I just thought of something, so devious, so mischievous, that I almost turned delirious. I grinned menacingly, knowing such acts would likely get me thrown onto the floor with disappointment, them spewing words of curses at my face, spit flying from their mouths as they gripped my collar and shunned me out. But I did not give a singular fuck. I grabbed 3 balls into each hand, and backed into the hallways, 2 big animals of drooling and flappy ears followed me, their collars dangling loudly. I shushed the creatures, bad-mouthing them for almost getting me caught. I then lifted one arm and swung the balls straight onto their sleeping quarters, watching the dogs run for the first 3 balls, jumping, slobbering, smashing arms, stomaches, elbows, anything to get their prize. Then, as the sleeping ogres were to awake, I chuckled balls at their faces, one hitting the nose, ears, and mouths all at once. The furry animals didn't seem to care or feel bad for doing such, even when told it was wrong. I quickly ran into my confinement cell, pretending to read a novel. The big man walked up into my room, and he had known all 6 balls couldn't have thrown themselves, could they? Unless they had 6 ghosts in the dormatary, who simply wanted to cause mischieve. I stayed quiet as he yelled and threw out words of disgust and carnage, as all that could creep into my chest was a strong feeling of delight, one I would describe as, 'Contentment.'

#Shit-poetry #You're welcome

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percontaion-points · 9 days ago

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Gate Crashers chapters 21 & 22

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Chapter 21

He took a moment to check on Harris, whose cheek was also pressed flat against the glass like, well, a Peeping Tom.

This is yet another moment of: when you are an author, you can write literally anything that you want. So why the fuckity fuck would you actively choose to write this?

Maximus’s smile was broader and brighter than a chrome grille. “Thank you for the question, Stan, and I’d say the only polls I care about have girls dancing on them. Next question.”

If this is the author’s attempt to write a witty and charming character… Try going back to school and learning about homophones, dipshit.

Unable to avoid the inevitable any longer, Maximus leveled a finger at the proverbial eight-hundred-pound gorilla in the room. In this case, it was an eight-hundred-pound gorilla named Buttercup. After several generations of captive gorillas being taught sign language, they eventually organized and demanded citizenship. So the Association for the Advancement of NonHuman Persons was formed. Its membership includes several thousand gorillas and chimpanzees, sixteen herds of elephants, twenty-seven pods of dolphins, and a particularly clever African gray parrot who served as treasurer. Buttercup had recently become a correspondent for Branches & Fruit Monthly, following his award-winning essays “Zoo Employees Fragile. Do Not Wrestle” and “Why You Not Groom Human Children?”

I feel like the author is trying so, soooooo hard to emulate Douglas Adams here.

The problem, as I keep pointing out… This comes out of left field, and I’m kind of sitting here going… ???? What????

“Oh, come on. With a crew this large, there has to be at least a couple of closet furries. C’mon, folks, raise your hands. We’re all adults here.” The crew looked back at him in muted horror. “Nobody? Well, they’re probably just shy.”

WHY. WHY THE FUCKITY FUCK WOULD YOU FUCKING WRITE THIS SHIT?!

He deftly slid out of the way just as Buttercup’s chair shattered the podium.

Chapter 21 summary: Jeffrey and Harris take a two week shuttle up to where the war ship is currently being built. When they get up there, they meet up with Felix, and some other members of the crew. Everybody else is unimportant background noise… I say knowing full well that this chapter could have been an email.

Eventually, the crew has a press conference. The reporters ask if it’s really okay to send a ship with completely untested technology out into deep space. They also ask about the weapons on board. For some reason, there are gorillas on the ship. I don’t have answers.

I think instead of hammering in how little that I laughed, maybe I should start up a count of how many times I wanted to die of cringe. At least that number would keep changing every time.

Chapter 22

Vel Noric stepped cautiously through the great hallway leading to His Superiority the Kumer-Vel’s chambers.

NO. STOP IT RIGHT NOW. STOP IT.

“The high-space portal was detected on Earth itself.”

That did surprise Noric. “That’s not possible. There hasn’t been enough time for any signals from the ship to reach Earth. They can’t have copied the technology.”

“That is true, yet here we are. One of our reconnaissance platforms detected the high-space portal on Earth’s surface almost half a cycle ago,” said the voice. “So either you can believe that the humans produced a highspace portal domestically or that they have some way to communicate instantly, which the best Lividite scientists ensure [sic] us is impossible.”

My main question is… Why are they so convinced that humans are this fucking dumb?

No, really. I want to know. Because we’ve been given absolute OODLES of page time about these aliens, yet still somehow know next to NOTHING about them.

Jak’el clicked his teeth together. “I’m surprised at you, Grote. We need the barbarians to gin up a healthy panic. Coups are so much simpler if you wait until the population demands one.”

Chapter 22 summary: If I have one complaint about this series, is that there is so much that’s said… But not one single bit of it is spent on things that are actually important. For example, this chapter opens on more than two pages of watching these aliens interacting with one another. However, to what end? What is this accomplishing? Why should the readers even care about this? None of these questions have ever been brought forth, and I’m seriously getting so fucking fed up with it.

Eventually, one of the aliens starts to complain about how his commanding officer ordered him to not completely destroy Maggie. The other alien says that the humans have already opened up an inter-space portal on earth… Which is against all discussion about what the humans can and can’t do.

At the end of the chapter, it’s revealed that the other alien is literally… uh… I shit you not, two smaller aliens standing on top of one another, and wearing a trenchcoat. Their goal is to goad the one alien into doing his bidding, I guess? Again, a lot of words are said. Nearly a page of this. Yet nothing is ever actually explained to the readers about this. I’ve given up on trusting the process at this point; the author has lost their chance this late into the book.

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Marks remain || Daiyu & Jade

TIMING: After Daiyu got out of the hospital. LOCATION: Daiyu's cabin. PARTIES: @bountyhaunter & @highoctanegem SUMMARY: Jade visits Daiyu to check up on her. CONTENT WARNING: References to domestic abuse.

Nugget was the goodest boy. Jade had zero doubts they were gonna vibe and mesh so well, obviously. Except, maybe, for the one doubt. (The math still worked, shush). She was like, lowkey (super lowkey, barely detectable) a little nervous around the big dog the first time. Cause she was a proud cat lady, what if he smelled Mel or Lu on her and decided they were stinky and by association she was too?

But it turned out, that worry didn’t hold up, cause Jade and Nugget were already best buds in her heart. Which made Daiyu’s request to take him for a few walks over the week so easy to accept.

Not as easy? Finding out exactly why Daiyu needed her help. (Silly, she should’ve known Daiyu wouldn’t have asked for help so loosely).

Jade didn’t like what she briefly saw of Daiyu before she grabbed her furry baby and took him around the neighborhood. She put a pin in that discussion, for when she came back to the cabin, but like… it was hard to focus on the path ahead while images of her injured friend flashed in her mind. Hunters had a way of undermining their injuries over text messages, it seemed.

Was that what Emilio felt when he saw her beat up by Mack? Flaccidness of her duty aside, it didn’t mean she didn’t feel for the hunters risking their lives out there. That was were her loyalties were. Till her last breath, that would remain unchanged. She didn’t care who or what Daiyu had come after, Jade was firmly in the “she didn’t deserve this” corner.

After a little detour that Nugget was appropriately bribed for with the right treat, Jade returned to the cabin bearing goods. She let the dog inside, and set the bags on the table. “Be nice to your mom!” She called, watching him run off to the couch. He didn’t need to be told, obviously. He was so gentle as he approached. Wasn’t the love between human and pet so beautiful? It tugged at her heartstrings. But like, that could’ve been her heart aching a little as she took on Daiyu’s injuries a little longer too. Did she have like, the right cream for those burns? If she’d know the details she would’ve asked Regan to tag along and help.

She placed the cup holder on the table and proceeded to open the bag. “I got you a burger and fries, from that place we went to after taking care of those hellhounds” she said, instead of voicing all her concerns. She was gonna offer to cut it up in little bits in case she couldn’t lift her broken arm, but she refrained too. (She was doing so good containing the need to be nosy). The same way Emilio seemed to attract weirdos into his orbit, Jade had a thing for the ones who were uncomfortable reciprocating her love or showing vulnerability. (Huh, she wondered why). But unlike some folks back in California, she was confident she could change a few of those hearts in town.

—

It was inadvisable to be in a position where you needed help and thus, it should be avoided. That was one of the lessons taught by her father in her youth, drilled into his three children. Even when one of them fell and the other extended a hand, he’d glare with knowing eyes at them. He’d never extend his own hand. You got up by yourself and that was that. Daiyu had despised this notion, mostly when it pertained to her helping her siblings — but it had still wormed itself into her system and became part of her convictions. Needing help was bad. Asking for it was worse.

But some situations simply demanded it. Like when you were passing out from pain and smoke in a parking lot, your weapons far removed and your arm bone sticking out. She’d let herself be helped then, had let doctors and nurses fret over her before she’d found the clarity to get the hell out of the hospital. Most of her Good Neighbors funds had gone to her bills (regrettable, as those had been savings, which she usually didn’t have) and now she was home again.

She’d needed to ask for help again, though it had been easier in Nugget’s case. Asking someone to walk her dog was for his good, rather than her own. Jade had been more than willing and she was glad for it. It was a little humbling, though: a walk with her dog should not be so hard that it took someone else's help.

But it was for Nugget's wellbeing, so her pride was swallowed and it was all okay again when the dog rushed in, pressing his wet snout into the palm of her hand. Fries was in her bedroom, hidden from the other hunter. Daiyu wasn't sure how the other felt about squonks and even though it seemed that Jade only hunted undead, she figured she'd rather be safe than sorry. Besides, she had no idea how to explain it. She murmured some words of affection to her dog and pushed herself up from the couch, glad for painkillers and frustrated that she had to be.

“You are a star,” she said, the smell of fried food reaching her enhanced nostrils. “Will you stay to eat? I mean, you did also get yourself something right? Otherwise …” She'd also not been taught to share. Daiyu followed this childhood lesson especially when it came to food. “We can splitsies.” She rubbed her arm, pulled out a kitchen chair. She was no stranger to living with healing injuries but the burns were a new sensation, extremely different from the small burns she'd gotten from playing with her sister's lighter when growing up. She looked at Jade after sitting down, when the grimace had left her face, and wondered if she owed an explanation. “They should like, totally invent hunter health insurance or something.”

—

“A star and a gem. Don’t you forget it!” Jade gave a shimmy of her shoulders, pretending to be coy for literally a beat before bursting into a vibrant laugh. But honestly? It felt like the bare minimum. Hunters had to look out for each other, cause nobody else did. Siobhan said it, it was a thankless job. (Spoken in the context of murder, but she was choosing to ignore that). She was happy to take Nugget on as many walks as he needed, and bring out Daiyu food, or take care of some house chores for her, whatever. She pulled out another package from the bag, perking up at the question. “Oh, duh! I got some onion rings and a chicken sandwich,” she took out everything that remained inside, including the little sauce dips, and some napkins then folded the paper bag. She followed suit, reaching for a second chair to mimic Daiyu. “That’s exactly why I ordered two different things. Splitsies,” she took a bite of her onion rings and dusted her hands off. She was so big brained sometimes (all of the times, if you asked her).

Nugget paced around, nose in the air, sniffing the greasy goodness. And Jade didn’t sit yet, too absorbed in the convo. “Pft. I bet someone tried, but all the clients died,” insurance would probably be so expensive if they made one for hunters too. Like, pre-existing condition: hunter. Oof. And anyway, her health insurance was her hunter juice. And her doctor girlfriend. And like, probably her crossbow. It wasn’t infallible, nope. But she’d never landed in a hospital before. (If that was a lie, who would know?). She kept nibbling on that metaphorical nugget though (sadly no real ones), about injuries and danger and... she was so curious about what happened to Daiyu. She was looking rough now, she couldn’t imagine what it was like those first days. Well, she could kinda imagine. She did take a Mack beating that defo broke a thing or two not too long ago.

More than the tea, which was obviously scalding, Jade cared about the present. About how Daiyu was doing, and how she was taking care of herself. She grabbed her Sprite and slid the other cup to her friend, lips curving into a smile, “I’ll have you know… actually, you already know this, but! I have a doctor girlfriend, bone partner… all that, and she is a little peculiar as you also know, but there’s no one who cares more about taking care of people than her,” she set the cup holder on top of the bag, for when Daiyu threw the trash away. “I’m just saying! Throwing it out there, she’d probably do it for free, if I batted my eyelashes,” she tacked on with a shrug.

And like, she wasn’t gonna go on a tangent, except, well… she was already there, so. Jade worried about Regan. Especially now that she wasn’t sure about her Apple gig. Why couldn’t she just… return where she was happy? Where she had a purpose? It was probably too hard. Too old Regan. (As in, instrument Regan) (Sadly for her, she wasn’t old yet). Too attached to that period of time she lost herself in the name of fate or death or whatever. All Jade wanted was for her to find joy in something again. Wouldn’t it be super nice for her to see the good she could still do? “But be warned, the kissing it better treatment is reserved for me,” she blurted out suddenly, just to get out of sad Regan waters. They weren’t nearly as fun as sexy bog waters.

Speaking of waters, she walked over to the kitchen and washed her hands in the sink. (The more she visited cabins, the more she dug them) (If only they weren’t so close to the forest). Then she came back to finally sit, unwrapping her sandwich. “Anyway, what fire breathing creature did you tussle with,” Jade stole one of the fries and dipped it into the sauce (it wasn’t soggy enough for her yet), but something else distracted her, she inhaled sharply, eyes sparkling in excitement. “Am I about to learn dragon shifters exist?” Wait, phoenixes did, didn’t they? And those were rare enough that someone might wanna pay to get their hands on it. So… enter Daiyu. The math was mathing, yup. “If this is how you ended up, I don’t wanna think about the other guy,” Daiyu was like, top three most hardcore hunters she knew. It must’ve been like, a major foe.

—

“How could I ever?” It was said with alarming ease, these words of affection for the slayer. Daiyu was surprised by how easy it had been to grow fond of Jade, how she considered her as not just another hunter whose back she'd have but a friend. Not just a friend, but as someone she'd trust with her dog, which was an even more important title. Jade was easy to get on with, did not get on her nerves and had seemingly respected her wish to not receive any visitors while she was in hospital. She also had good taste in food. “Nice,” she said, observing the spread of food on the table. It was a good thing her appetite had made at least somewhat of a comeback, because she would have hated to eat this with her stomach protesting. She snatched an onion ring without questioning if she could, plopping it in her mouth with a noise of satisfaction, “Yep, this is the shit. This is what they write books about.”

The idea of hunter insurance had not been shared with her sister, even though she was sure that Inna could make a nice buck of such a thing. (In reality, Inna would tell her that was a stupid idea, but Daiyu tended to think her ideas better than her siblings ever would.) At least Jade was there to listen to it, pointing out the flaws in her masterplan. “Maybe they died too. If I had any business sense this would be my retirement plan, but man, I really fucking don't.” Which was probably why she was a bounty hunter and hadn't managed to set up some kind of business around it.

She turned her attention to her burger and fries when Jade started to talk about her doctor girlfriend, who was a strange person even by Daiyu's standards. She had so many questions about how that relationship worked, but wasn't sure if she wanted to get into those topics. Like the general feeling of unlovedness that she contributed to the hunter life that Jade had apparently broken through, or the fact that her partner was against violence when she built her life on violence. The eradication of it, maybe, but also the perpetration of it. Did Jade see blood on her hands sometimes, when she was half asleep? Or was her conscience clearer? How was she able to commit to someone in such a way? It was impossible to fathom and too confrontational to ask about in detail.

“I … well, maybe she can have a look at the healing process if it's for free.” She looked up from the burger bun and its distracting sesame seeds, wondering if it would be worth showing her healing injuries to Regan the bone partner or if a hospital doctor might be less discomforting. Daiyu figured she had some time to think it over and so in stead focused on groaning at Jade's comment about kisses. “Don't worry. They're all yours.”

And though she didn't exactly feel like talking about all the kinds of kisses Jade and Regan shared, it was a much easier topic than the one Jade touched on next. Daiyu took a strategic bite of her burger, chewing on the bread, meat and sauce to stop herself from talking. She didn't usually mind recalling the fights she'd been in, but this one was different. Someone she knew had died. She'd not even meant to get into a spat. Even worse, she'd lost, and might have died if it hadn't been for the help of other hunters. All in all, it was a moment best ignored and forgotten for the rest of time. Of course, such a thing was impossible: her body would carry the burn scars of lava girl forever. She swallowed the bite. “Fae, actually. I think. Like, a magma girl.” She put her burger down, picking up an abandoned sesame seed and pushing it under one of her nails.

“It was fucked, man. I swear. I was just leaving the bar, you know … Three Daggers.” She wasn't sure how often Jade frequented it. “They ambushed this warden. Rafael, you know him?” Her voice got caught for a moment. She wanted to yap as she often did. To get swallowed by the waterfall of words that tended to fall from her lips. But she was quiet for a moment. “It was magma girl and her dad. Anyway. He died. Raf, I mean. I tried to stop them, but ...” Failure was unacceptable. Daiyu thought of her own father, who would look at her injuries as permanent proof of shortcoming. Who would rub proverbial salt in the wounds, if only because he couldn't be bothered to reach the actual salt. “Well, I was shit outta luck, I guess.”

—

“After all that jello I’m sure even some sliced bread would have flavor. Or like plain yogurt, yup that one would have a little kick” she chuckled, knowing Daiyu had a tough time dealing with hospital food. Like, if it were Jade in her position, food would be her biggest inconvenience, forget about broken bones and other booboos. She felt Daiyu’s food woes spiritually. She was happy to act as a greasy godmother of sorts and provide the goods. (She would have to workshop the term greasy godmother, though). While they pondered on business ventures to start up. Except, Jade could humbly admit she was not the girl for it. (But she could learn! How hard could it be to do it? White bros just liked gatekeeping all the knowledge). “So, I can’t help you on the business front, but I learned a thing or two about communications in college, so whatever idea you come up with, we could make it sound like the best thing in the world,” there had to be like, a business oriented person they could go to for advice, Jade was sure. Even if she did a quick rundown of her roster of friends and the only person she could remember being a business owner was… Emilio. Wait, didn’t Elias do something with robots too?

It didn’t matter. They would totally figure out the hypothetical business opportunity, it would be so cool, so fine. Just like it was cool that Daiyu was willing to accept Regan’s help. Her body buzzed with the excitement she felt over two people she cared about getting along. “It’s decided then!” she squealed, pointing her onion ring at Daiyu. It didn’t look too decided for Daiyu, but Jade would make it happen. And even though Regan always felt some type of way about humans, Jade appreciated how she always made an effort when it came to her friends. What would go wrong about this? Absolutely nothing. She was certain. And she was right. She let out a cackle when she heard Daiyu’s groan. It gave her life knowing she was being obnoxious about the woman she loved. If anything, she wasn’t gushing enough about the healing qualities of her kisses. (Daiyu should be thankful!) But maybe later, when she didn’t want to get to a very serious, very real convo.

By the looks of it, Daiyu needed to do some processing before retelling what happened to her, so Jade took a bite of her sandwich in commiseration. What better way to go into your head than munching on something? (mind out of the gutter, she would always be present for that). Seriously. She was in her head so much these days (doing like, zero thinking about anything hunter related ever, for the record) that sometimes only biting her lip pulled her back to reality. Her eyebrows pinched together when it turned out that there was no dragon shifter at all (bummer), but it was a fae who’d done it. And Magma girl? Huh… didn’t that sound super familiar? (Didn’t she see something like that about half a year ago? Where?)

Jade reached for the fry she’d dipped in the sauce, but it never made it to her mouth. The more Daiyu detailed the situation, the more her heart sank. Rafael… Jade was pretty sure they’d argued about the jukebox machine once or twice. He wouldn’t let her play Carly Rae more than once each night. And Magma girl? Oooh… Sh—oot. She blinked. Cass? CASS?

Cass did this to Daiyu. Yikes. The math wasn’t mathing, though. Wasn’t Cass like, really sweet and sure… sometimes Jade got the vibe that there was a deep yearning within (no projection whatsover!), but she was like a nice, good young girl. Always knew about the memes Jade was talking about. Why would she… And alright, okay, she couldn’t like… blame the girl for wanting some retribution on hunters. Didn’t Mr. Retthina hurt her pretty badly? She remembered trying to intervene there, cause Regan was worried about it. And then, didn’t Jade go after her undead bestie? (Unknowingly, duh, but still). So yup, Cass having major beef with some hunters was like… she got it. She hated it, cause her friend got caught up in it, but she got it. Weren’t good people supposed to rise above that or something? That’s what like, every TV Show and Movie had told her! (In her opinion it was like, such a silly approach but why would they lie to her?)

And not only did Daiyu get caught up in something she had zero stakes in, another hunter was dead. To teach a lesson? Wasn’t that messed up? Getting attacked for what, wanting to protect people? Wasn’t it messed up to target hunters all willy nilly? (Wait a sec…huh. Anyway). She dropped her fry back in the dip, her belly feeling a little weird. Maybe she ate too fast. Yup, that happened to her sometimes. Or, hypothetically, it could be the fact that she’d heard Cass wasn’t doing so hot nowadays (she was probably like, very chill). And Van was in pain over it. Yup, maybe that could be why she was struggling to pick up her fry.

“That’s a lot worse than I was expecting…” Jade mumbled, tone devoid of her usual cheerfulness. “I dunno what I was… I mean… maybe like, you getting to be all badass fighting some creature. Not… that.” Definitely not that. Cause if they couldn’t be safe at their own bar, then where? “I’m sorry, babe.” She pushed herself not to make it a thing, all awkward, in case Daiyu didn’t wanna dive into that convo too deep. Or cause there was the dead girl of it all looming over them. So she grabbed her Sprite and took a few sips.

—

Truth be told, the jello was the only thing she had tolerated at the hospital. That and apple sauce. Her ruined appetite had been a telltale sign of her not being well, but it was not necessary to address it. There was a reason she'd not asked anyone to visit, after all. Daiyu didn't do well admitting that she was doing badly, let alone being witnessed in the thick of it. Most of all, she was just glad to have some greasy food on her hands and find the strength to appreciate it, “Jello is much better than plain yogurt. Because it has sugar and like, a bunch of food coloring.” The fact that Jade had gone to college made her look up for a moment, intrigued and feeling that pang of inferiority course through her as well. Her siblings had gone too, but she'd found the idea of more education after the hell that was high school preposterous. Never mind that her performance in high school had been atrocious. “Well, then we will certainly get there. You can do communication. I can intimidate people for money. A third person will be the businessperson.” She could ask her sister Inna, but after having failed to text her about her current situation, it seemed like a distant option.

Jade was so excited at her potentially agreeing to meet her girlfriend (or as she liked to put it, bone partner — yikes) that Daiyu couldn’t help but smile a little either. Even if she wondered how a relationship could work between a hunter and non-hunter (even friendships were hard for her to uphold with non-hunters, after all, and she fully blamed her being one for it, rather than other shortcomings), she liked seeing the other excited. There was something infectious about it. For a moment she was baffled that someone like Jade was sitting in her kitchen, bringing her food. Strange. It was strange, but welcomed.

But the excitement was gone, because even this meeting over greasy food could not be just that. It was a stupid story to tell. It lacked glory. It lacked determination. It lacked control. Daiyu had been ambushed in a parking lot and she'd lost the fight and there was no promise of revenge.

Sure, she had thought about it. In that hospital room, she'd tried to think of ways to track down lavagirl and her dad to take her revenge. She'd go down to Fable Blades and commission some cold iron weapon that would cleave through the two fae without mercy. She'd consult a spellcaster for some kind of magma protection. She'd be prepared that time. She'd do more harm than had been done to her and Rafael, return the violent favor and feel a little bit better about the ugly scars that covered her skin.

But she'd not gone to Fable Blades. In stead, she'd read Kaden's message about lavagirl being dead and being sorry in silence. She wasn't sure what was harder to swallow: the deadness or the apologeticness. Neither were things she could do anything with, both chewed at her in ugly ways and made her head feel heavy.

She was quiet for a moment. Jade also said sorry. It was a different kind of sorry, but Daiyu still found it grating, “Whatever.” She didn't want pity. All she wanted was her burger and to enjoy it without feeling queasy. To go out hunting again and feel in control over a confrontation. To wield violence successfully. To just really hit something that wasn't a wall. “Just — I don't know. Felt fucked up. To not know how to fight something. You know? I – don't fucking know what Raf did to them, but it was fucking crazy to do that outside a hunter bar and still come out unscathed. For them.” Did the people she hunted feel like that? Had she not hit Mack Ross over the head in a parking lot herself? “Crazy to be on the other side of it, I guess.”

—

Daiyu’s dismissal of her sympathy wasn’t like, super unfamiliar, or particularly offensive to Jade. That was how it went most of the time, right? People like Daiyu got used to it. Okay, maybe not a volcano girl burning you to a crisp (that was more of a unique experience, actually!) (Good for her), but the pain? The consequences? That was just typical on-the-job risk, even when someone hadn’t technically clocked in. (Cause, let’s be so for real, could hunters ever clock out?). So she hummed when she was whatevered, cause they weren’t supposed to dwell on stuff like that. That was probably a common thread in most hunter families. The time for licking your wounds was like, a minute or two tops. Then back on the grind. And Daiyu had had like, days to ponder on stuff (personally, she would’ve rather worn cargo pants for a year). So if the girl didn’t want to do it anymore, Jade wasn’t gonna push.

She picked up the fry she’d dropped in the sauce and ate it. Yup, it was soggier now, the way everything should be. “I totally get that, you know?” Jade could still relate though, so freaking much. It wasn’t like a well-kept secret that she had some real deficiencies in her training, especially the physical aspect of it all. She just wasn’t good at throwing hands the way Daiyu or Owen (and definitely younger Emilio) were. “This solo act has taught me that I’m like, a little greener than I’d like to be,” and don’t get her wrong, being a support player was always super rewarding but… it did hide her whoopsies a little better, didn’t it? “And anyway, nobody can know everything,” Jade shrugged with finality. Except her. She had to know about everything under the sun (or the moon) when it came to the supernatural. That was just how it worked, her logic was flawless. “She was fae, so… um. Different jurisdiction for ya,” she glanced down at her sandwich, a small wave of sadness sweeping through her as she thought of Cass. She wasn’t supposed to feel torn up about it, not after what she did to her bestie, but like… it’s not like she could tell that to her heart.

And maybe Cass and Raf had true beef, but no one would ever know now, right? They were both gone, which was weird to admit even mentally, so it felt a little icky to come up with conspiracies as to why the fight went down. Plus, again, understanding something didn’t mean Jade believed it was right. Raf shouldn’t have been attacked, and neither should Daiyu. No one seemed to appreciate all that took to protect humans from the horrors. Her eyebrows pinched together, listening to Daiyu’s words but not fully taking them in. The other side? So like… but then again— Nope, it was totally different. Cause, if the threat of undead didn’t exist, then hunters wouldn’t have been born to cull them. They were the answer to a problem. Meanwhile, if slayers didn’t exist, undead would still be out there harming innocent people. One existence was inherently wrong. But that was as much as she wanted to dwell on that, cause… she didn’t like thinking about how that kinda didn’t apply to fae or shifters and their beating hearts. Most were born like that, weren’t they? (Didn’t that suck?) (Again, so not thinking about that. Cause she was supposed to respect other hunters’ hustles as much as she did hers, so) (Duty was duty).

And well, there were supposed to be only two sides. The dangerous threat, and those who got rid of it. But now more than ever Jade knew there were like, way more than two. There were people like Van, who didn’t want any undead to be harmed no matter what. Or slayers like Emilio, trying to work the judge angle in a way that didn’t feel anywhere near gratifying by the looks of it. Or Metzli, who was dangerous, but didn’t want to be and fought every day (night) against their destructive nature. Or Daiyu, who found a way to turn her gifts into profit. And even herself, she was… something, too. Definitely trying to remix what she’d been taught, and coming up with nothing but flops in the process. She hated that. She hated that there was so much of… everything. So many tunes playing at the same time would never ever sound great in her ears.

“I guess that’s pretty wild, yup,” only one thing was super clear, though. The more she studied Daiyu’s cast and the burn scars Cass had left in the aftermath, the more Jade cemented her position in the ‘we don’t deserve this crap’ side of it all. But she hadn’t come to the cabin or dog-sat perfect boy Nugget (and the other creature she might have accidentally let slip in) with a hunter mindset in mind. She wasn’t here to brainstorm on how to get back at a dead girl or figure out a way to get better security at a hunter bar of all places. She was here as Daiyu’s friend, and she wanted to be… just Jade for that. She took a good bite out of her sandwich, hoping all the weird things making her belly uncomfy would go away when she swallowed her very enjoyable meal. So then they could switch up their convo.

Her food, and the little sip of Sprite after (and the handful of fries she stole from Daiyu) definitely started to have its effect on Jade. Hazel eyes lingered on Daiyu’s arm, a warm smile suddenly blooming on her face. “You know, a few years back I broke my wrist. Unrelated to hunting, totally worth it, anyway… I broke my wrist and when I got my cast I was so bummed that not one of my siblings wanted to sign it? Like I was too old or whatever for good wishes?” she scoffed, not even having to pretend she was offended, cause she totally was. Still, after all those years. (Yup). “So don’t worry, you’re totally getting mine”.

—

The entire ordeal of needing to take a beat and sit still had left Daiyu with more time to think than she was used to or comfortable with. Sure, she had spent plenty of her time in hospital simply sleeping her thoughts and pain away (or at least attempting to), just as she had doomscrolled until her brain felt like a deepfried meme — but there had still been moments of introspection. This moment, too, was turning out to be one, despite her trying to be cool and saying whatever as if it hardly mattered at all. She was admitting that there was something twisted about the tables being turned on her. Jade was expressing that she felt greener than she'd thought she was initially. Next thing, Daiyu would be whining about how she'd longed for a presence of family in the hospital. Not her family, per se, just a family — that vague concept that she could never grasp, that appeared to her in movies and TV shows but never in her actual life, aimed at her.

She chewed intensively on her fries, hoping that the repetitive motions of her jaw and the salty potato would be enough to distract her from this delve into the deep. She did not like to go down like that: she preferred everything to be surface level. For Jade just to be another hunter she could shoot the shit with, and not a friend who looked after her dog (and maybe also squonk) in a moment of need. She didn't want to think about how maybe Jade was out of her depth, how maybe she was as well. She didn't want to think about the dead fae, the dead hunter she'd left behind, nor the fact that she'd be scarred forever because of her, and not in the way she already was scarred.

This Cass had made her into someone who needed to be rescued. Into someone who needed a friend to look after her dog because she couldn't do it herself. It was inexcusable. It was different from that time when she'd been younger and had almost died in the woods, because that time she'd been a child. Or, at least, she had been by some estimates: certainly not by her father's. It was also different from that time with Cortez and the garkain, because it had been his fault that she'd needed help. This was a personal failure and Jade was here to witness it.

She pushed a fry angrily in the sauce as if it would absolve her of her shame. (Nothing ever would.) “I like fucking 1v1 werewolves. It's bullshit that she got me like this. But she did. I lived, though,” she said, popping the fry in her mouth. It tasted like her: salty. “Bitch.”

There was room to get into it all, the politics and moral complexities of hunterdom. Daiyu felt Jade's unwillingness to do so, which almost made her want to bring it up more. To speak of the guilt and shame she felt sometimes, about all that blood on her hands. About the way violence and destruction seemed the only things she was good at and whether that was just her ruinous nature or something that had been ruined for her, back in childhood. She could put it all to words, but she didn't. Jade was pulling them back to the surface and she'd prefer to be there, where it was easier to breathe.

And Jade was smiling at her, and she heavily preferred that. Daiyu beamed back at her, wanting her face to melt into something lighter. She was good at that. The quipping and joking, the bullshitting and menacing. Shenanigans, not discussions of trauma. But Jade signing her cast wasn't just some bullshit shenanigan: it was something softer and kinder. A small gesture that would have been made by a friend on the playground, had Daiyu ever had friends at that age. Something innocuous. “Fuck yeah,” she said, “I need your signature. It's a tragedy I've gone this long without it, honestly.” She held out her broken arm, offering a grin of all teeth. “Don't draw a dick.”

—

Jade found Daiyu’s words super funny. Hilarious, really. So obviously, she laughed. Mostly cause as a fellow connoisseur of memes, she liked how Daiyu had used ‘I lived, bitch’. Plus, her timing had been impeccable. Yup. She didn’t laugh cause she found it funny that Cass was dead, obviously. It was nice that Daiyu survived, that was all. And maybe, possibly, she laughed cause staring at Daiyu’s scars was like, whew, real proof that it could’ve gone way, way different for her. That part wasn’t funny either, but something in her (that some therapist would probably pay her to analyze) stirred a laugh.

For a beat or two, she wondered if Daiyu might have said more, if she was ready to open up about hard stuff. If, given the space and like, the attention, she would’ve gotten to the grittier memories. That was good, right? Talking. Jade was a certified yapper, so why wouldn’t she wanna talk about that? Why wouldn’t she wanna recount stuff from the past? (Let’s all scoop out of the trauma bucket!) Or hear other hunters put into words similar life experiences? Of course, she did! So when Daiyu swerved from that moment of reflection and decided to go in a similar direction to her, she wasn’t like… relieved about it. It was a different feeling. She was just… excited about her chicken sando and signing her cast. Fun stuff!

Cause Daiyu, unlike her siblings, did want Jade to take part in the whole cast signing tradition. (It didn’t make sense, that her siblings wouldn’t want to sign her well wishes) (But also, she didn’t wanna think about all the things that didn’t make sense with her siblings these days). She grinned softly, moving past what definitely had the makings of a sad flashback, probably, and stayed in the present. “That’s so true. I need to practice for when I’m famous,” how she would achieve said fame was still TBD, but Jade was confident. Her time would come.

She made a face at the disclaimer, chest vibrating with a laugh. “Girly, I would never, pinky promise,” Jade was pretty sure Daiyu didn’t swing that way anyway, so there was no fun in doing that. She saved those for Emilio. And when Daiyu held out her arm to her she realized… Well shoot, where would she find a marker? She grabbed her bag, rummaging through it. Much like Dora’s backpack, she knew it’d come through. Cause Jade had taken one of her coloring books and some pens to the cabin a few weeks ago. So there was the chance that one of them never made it out of her bag. (A lot of things go lost once they went in) (It wasn’t her problem). She pulled out way more receipts than it should’ve been allowed, some other knick knacks, a bottle of perfume, and eventually, she found a pen. “Wooo!” she cheered, never loving being disorganized more. The marker she’d retrieved from the depths of her bag was purple glitter and not baby blue, so it wouldn’t be like the full Jade experience, but! Purple was more than an acceptable alternative.

Jade wiped her hands on a napkin before she grabbed Daiyu’s arm gently. She uncapped the marker with her left hand, the same she used to begin crafting her message, in her characteristic loopy handwriting. She kept it short (ish), “You’ll get back out there soon, and ten times more badass” she mumbled, spoiling the message. She drew little hearts around it and added, “love, Jade”. Below the message, she drew a small caricature of a kitty. A decent one, mind you. None of that chicken scratch nonsense. Then she admired her work for a second, (the purple making it look pretty hot, in her always humble opinion), before letting Daiyu see it. She left the marker for her to keep too. That way, she could carry it for her other friends to sign.

With the cast signed, and Jade being the first to do the honors, she wondered how Daiyu would receive the news that she accidentally let a pig looking baby into her cabin. She’d look at the little hearts and be totally chill about it, right? It felt like, probably the best time to bring it up. She chewed on a comfort onion ring for a bit, before diving in. “So um, full disclosure, there might be something I should come clean about,” she would’ve noticed by now, Jade was like, fairly positive, but still. ”Have you noticed a third resident in this house? Very soggy, looks like it’s having a perpetual breakdown? Very cute body rolls? I think, maybe, I let it inside”.

—

Now that they were in the shallow territory of quips, laughs and jokes, Daiyu felt a light level of ease wash over her. There was something within her that was bitter and confused about all things said and unsaid, but she had never been the type to push when it actually mattered. Only when it was purposeless and silly and cruel, not when there was a surface to scratch and unveil things generally unspoken. A camaraderie between hunters was easiest like this.

Or was it, really? This was closer than she'd gotten with most of the hunters she'd encountered. Jade had been given her trust in regards to one of the more important aspects of her life and was now prepping to sign her arm. This wasn't like the way she shot the shit with fellow hunters at the Three Daggers, or how she'd acted around Raphael. There was a level of proximity that was discomforting in its newness, just as there was something warm about it. Something that made her feel that burn of loneliness that tended to follow her. Something that made her want to tell Jade to leave, because she'd seen enough now, she'd done enough now — and Daiyu had never managed to keep a good thing going.

But in stead of telling her to go, in stead of telling Jade that this was immature and that there was no need for signing any casts, she let her take her arm. There was something so gentle about the way the slayer did so, the way she wrote the message and what it contained. It was hard to let happen, if only because she felt wholly undeserving of this kind of tenderness. Even in this state. Another instinct join the fray, one that made her want to pull back and not just push Jade away.

Daiyu didn't move, just remained sitting still as Jade's marker made soft scratching noises on the plaster around her arm. “Awesome,” she said, wanting to sound cool and laidback and not like someone so touch-starved that this had made her feel strange within her own body. Loneliness burned, but so did the realization that Jade was a friend, a true one. The kind you saw in film and TV. And while there was a big chance that Daiyu would find a way to fuck it up one way or another down the line, it didn't have to happen yet.

“The cat's fucking great … damn, Jade, have you been an artist all this time?” Daiyu could barely draw a stick figure, so she looked at the upside-down art in awe, picking up the marker and letting it glide between her fingers like a much-needed fidget toy. It stopped moving the moment Jade brought up something else entirely. So Jade had found Fries. Or, a more likely scenario, Fries had found Jade and wept at her. There was a wince that washed over her face. Somehow this was the most embarrassing thing that had happened yet, and this entire hang out had pushed Daiyu into unknown and uncomfortable territory. “No. He … lives here. Just ...” She groaned, letting out a bit of a laugh. “Don't even worry about it. He's called Fries.”

Daiyu looked at the fries between herself and Jade, thinking it all very apt. “A stray, of sorts. Just don't mention it. To anyone.” Fries was a creature she was made to kill, but Fries did little to no harm besides water damage and there was no bounty on his head. Besides, she was still intent on looking into that whole distribution program. Not everyone should get a random squonk, after all. “It's a mystery we can solve another day, hm? Where he came from. For now, let's just … eat.” Her head nodded towards the couch, and Daiyu surprised herself as she extended Jade's invitation: “And after we can watch a shitty movie of sorts.” She didn't want to be alone just yet and it seemed Jade would stay. At least for a bit – and for now a bit was more than enough.

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