#i'm not necessary here. i have Nothing tying me to these people'

[fa-i-ze]

Oh, I understand it now

[xxsycamore]

𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄

↬ 💜 You give Clavis a taste of his own medicine, as you mess with his thighs for a change.

Clavis Lelouch x f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Thighs; Thigh kink; Light Bondage; Light Femdom; Light Dom/sub; Petnames; Dirty Talk; Not Wearing Underwear; Clothed Sex; Frottage; Dry Humping; Thigh Suspenders; Marking; Teasing; Thigh Fucking • wordcount: 2,455 • masterlist

a/n: After we gave this treatment to Jin, it's Clavis' turn. Happy Birthday, Clavis!! So let's settle it once and for all, are racks or legs better?

"Ahaha…tying my hands too, darling? Is that necessary?"

Tightening the knot as if to answer him non-verbally, you know the following hiss of pain is overdramatized, very much in Clavis' style. The knot isn't even that tight.

"Yes, it is. I'm sure I share the desire of restricting your movements for safety measures with a lot of people."

"Ah, but, none of them experience the full capabilities of those hands like you do."

You smile while you're still behind Clavis, even if you feel like he can tell you do without looking.

"So that gives me all the more reason to tie you up every once in a while, Clavis! I'll avenge them by torturing you a little in return, and the balance in the universe will be restored."

When you return in front of Clavis, you give him one long look from head to toe. You've already discarded his coat and unbuttoned his shirt all the way down, leaving his chest bare so that he's fully dressed only from the waist down. His tight white trousers remain as he sits with his legs slightly parted, unable to maintain a more presentable posture with his hands tied behind the chair's back. The same can't be said about his trademark shit-eating grin though, as stripping it off his face would require more than just that.

"My, what did I get myself into? Here I thought I was being a kind and loving partner, agreeing to be played with… too bad my wife is a pervert."

"Oh poor you. You're getting a full program centered on the one thing that gets you hard in seconds and somehow you still manage to complain."

The hand you lay on his thigh emphasizes your point. Clavis' eyes bore into it for a hot second before returning to your gaze. He can probably tell that the edge to your tone is but an act, too, but can you be blamed when he's once already stated you're hot when you're mad at him? Nothing stays hidden for long from those cunning amber eyes. But he'll play into it gladly.

"Perhaps you got it wrong - while I do strongly believe the thigh is the most erotic body part there is, I meant the one of my partner. I doubt you'll get much of a reaction out of me, being put on the other end of things, hahaha!"

So confident. That's exactly what motivated you to get this far, and you're more than eager to prove him wrong.

"Then you won't mind me taking a seat here… all that talk is seriously starting to tire me off."

You make yourself comfortable on his lap, wrapping a hand around his neck as you sit sideways. Your left leg shifts over your right.

"You should've sealed my mouth too, in that case! Ahaha!"

Being close enough to practically feel his bared chest expand with the hearty laughter, you're way too interested in noting the tiniest of reactions you can get out of him to exaggerate on how right he is. Your legs shift again as you uncross them.

"Tsk, you're not the most comfortable chair there is… I see that you're not doing a good job of keeping your legs closed for me so I'll have to sit like this instead."

Without further explanation, you briefly stand up just to resume your sitting in another second - this time straddling just one of Clavis' legs. You make sure the movement is swift but slow, your bottom floating over his leg until you finally sink down on it, hands resting on his shoulders.

There is a surprise for him. He finds out in an instant.

"Forgot to put on panties, dear?"

You've waited for this moment for too long to dwell on his scary perception and whether you're too hot or too wet to give yourself away so soon. You play coy, going as far as to act surprised, lifting the hem of your dress to "check", thus flashing him a glimpse of your pussy.

"I'm afraid yes… but surely you don't mind?"

An assuring whisper of "Not at all" is fleeting by your earlobe as Clavis nudges his chin closer to the side of your face. As if to remind him you're the one in control of the distance between you, you straighten your arms, still holding onto him as your torso tilts backward, and you smirk at him. The angle shifts again when you get close anew, this time embracing him fully on. Your clit presses firmly against the rough texture of his trousers when you're arched forwards like that, and you hold onto this position. Grind down a little.

"Ah…"

Surprisingly, Clavis is the one to vocalize the first spark of pleasure that all this tension-building back and forth led to - despite that pleasure being solely yours. Curiously, you keep the movement of your hips, using the lavage of your toes that barely touch the ground.

Clavis' thigh is the perfect width to straddle and the perfect hardness to hump. Better than any pillow in the royal palace of Rhodolite. The many years spent on horseback shaped his legs to perfection, but the cushioning is still enough to not consider him boney - and frankly, you could stay right where you are forever, wasn't it for the pulsing, demanding arousal in your core. Even if you come out of tonight's naughty game with a self-indulgent orgasm only, you'd still consider yourself a winner.

"Ahhh…haha… if you're able to use them as a tool of pleasure, then maybe I can recognize the worth of my own thighs! Though, I have to remark, any arouse that comes to me now would be directly tied to the sight that you are right now, bunny."

"Mmm…that's not good… I need to hurry up and deprive you of that sight then if I want to prove anything."

Too lost in a heaven of your own making, you ride Clavis' tight, enjoying the undisturbed flow of pleasure that would otherwise be mercilessly cut off by his usual teasing - were his hands free in this moment, that's it. Setting the pace to your liking, going at it as fast as you want, you ride his thigh to your heart's content - or at least until the pleasure suddenly peaks and your body is overtaken by sweet convulsions. Clavis is not able to hold you throughout them like usual, nor to fuck you throughout them so the stars before your eyes become fireworks, but it's more than enough.

"Ah… I stained your pants, Clavis. Oops."

Still a little shaky, you lift yourself just enough to look at the place your dripping pussy was occupying just a second prior - now with two sets of eyes glued to it. The lustful haze in Clavis' gaze is more prominent now, after watching you get yourself off and not being able to lay a single finger on your form.

"I should take these off you, then."

Without the chance to be of much help, Clavis simply smiles sweetly at you as you remove his tight, cum-drenched trousers off his beautiful legs. One strand of hair too much is falling on his face now and he attempts to blow air in order to get it off his face, in a rather un-refined manner, making a hot wave rush over your body. You're totally not helping him with that if he's going to be so sexy about it, albeit irritated.

"I see that you're wearing your thigh suspenders again today."

"I do need them to keep my button-up shirt in place. Maintaining proper toilette etiquette is a part of being a model gentleman, after all."

 Running a single finger along the length of his thigh, from knee to where the fabric of his white shirt covers his warmed flesh, you hum in approval. He's always so dedicated to his looks yet he doesn't even consider how this of all things would seduce you.

Gradually, your index finger slips under the tight strap of his suspender.

You hook your finger underneath to tug it upwards as much as the elasticity of it would allow, and then release.

"Hnn-"

The impact couldn't have been that big, yet Clavis is noticeably hissing - perhaps not an indication of pain, but something else. Interested, you do the same to his other thigh, caressing both over and under the thin leather strap afterward. Slipping the tips of your fingers underneath just to enjoy how tightly it hugs the softness of Clavis' skin, you marvel at the sexiness of this otherwise uninteresting part of a gentleman's outfit.

Clavis' legs are restless despite your firm handling of them, indicating a certain impatience. Though he looked to be armed with lots of it, in the beginning. The stimuli are never close to his erogenous zones, yet the reaction is undeniable. There's even a hint of blush coloring his cheeks.

"Let's remove those, too…"

Gently, you unclip the suspenders from his shirt, taking your sweet time undoing the little buckles next. Clavis' muscles tense a little when your fingertips ghost all over the skin during your ministrations, but soon he's freed from the tight leather straps.

"Oh… there are red marks where the suspenders were…"

Curiously, you trace the reddened skin, trying to feel for the imprint lines they left on the surface. Moving on to the sides, your suspicions are confirmed as you smirk and see similar but fainter lines left by the ridges inside his trousers.

All these marks adorning his milky thighs, yet none of them belong to you.

Delicate as ever, your hands return to the top of his thighs, barely touching the skin beneath - until you angle the tips of your fingers to point downwards; press; drag down. Harshly.

"Nnh- darling- your nails-"

By the time you lift your hands, having arrived at his knees, there's evidence of where your nails grazed his skin - new marks bloom on him, lines just like the others, but those are left by none other than you. And he looks beautiful wearing them.

Your gaze lingers a little higher, and you gasp.

"Clavis, darling, are you hard?"

Looking down as if he needs to confirm the obvious, there's no trace of Clavis' usual grin. His bottom lip is caught between his teeth, and the way his shoulders roll, you're wondering if he's trying his restrains.

"Is it so shameful for one to feel aroused in the hands of their beloved?"

You chuckle at Clavis' words, laying your head on one of his parted legs, dangerously close to his cock that is now visibly tenting his underwear.

"Not at all. You've taught me to be honest with my desires, and I expect the same of you."

Standing up, you take note of the changes in your lover's face - and indeed, there's this hint of relief you were looking for. He thinks it's over, and that he took the damage needed in exchange for his freedom. He's wrong.

"I bet you want release?"

Following your every movement with half-lidded eyes, Clavis picks his words to reply to you carefully, you can tell. It's not until you're caressing the hair at the back of his neck gently, standing tall between his parted legs, that he finally speaks.

"I…yes."

You cease the caressing movements of your hand, instead tracing all the way across his jaw to his chin with your thumb, and over his beauty mark. The intensity of your stare is perhaps not as strong as you wish; you're softened by his beauty, by his desperation. You want to jerk him off to a satisfying culmination. You want to sit on his dick and ride him until he whimpers. Your sweet Clavis…

"Alright then, you'll get your release. Darling."

Getting your hands on the band of his underwear, you remove it in one inpatient movement, letting his cock free from its confines as it jumps in desperation. Hiking up the skirts of your dress again so they're gathered on your waist, you keep one hand steadily on Clavis' shoulder as you lower yourself, just a little. You feel his tip grazing the inside of your thigh, hot and needy, you swear you feel the faint wetness of the precome it leaks.

Carefully positioning your legs, you trap Clavis' cock between them. And you clasp your thighs.

"Ah-"

A moan of utter desperation, if you know one. But you'll need to hear more than that to make sure.

You find out the position works out even better than you figured it would, as you circle your hips. Clavis is practically unable to contribute to the lustful dance even if he wishes, with his hands tied behind the chair's back. The tiny trusts he tries to do from his pathetic position are barely doing anything, but you feel like they're more instinctual than tactic at this point. You feel his firm hardness fucking between your thighs, the pistoning glided by the slickness escaping your dripping cunt. You didn't realize how worked up you were.

Letting your skirts fall down like a veil, you find a much better job for your left hand as you find your clit under the clothing and rub down on it. For once you keep your voice down but not out of shame with Clavis' scandalous ministrations, but because you want to hear him - he's not much different than you, if not groaning louder. You can tell he's close.

"Come for me, Clavis…"

Without having to urge him on any further, by just maintaining your steady rocking back and forth with his cock squeezed thigh between your soaked thighs, you feel the telltale pulsation accompanied by low whispers of your name. Hot pumps of cum are expelled from his aching cock until they overflow and coat your thighs, and the filthiness of it all gives you a rush that culminates in an orgasm of your own; your legs nearly buckling under the intensity of the pleasure. It indeed feels like a victory.

There's nothing left to do but to claim his lap as your throne, once again. With hair falling over his eyes, breath unsteady and escaping heavy out of his agape and dry lips, and smirk completely wiped off his pretty face, your Clavis is a masterpiece. One that only you get to see, because you worked hard to produce.

And that's without even mentioning his erotic thighs that are now covered with the aftermath of both your orgasms, and with red marks of love still not faded from his skin.

At the end of his wits, Clavis raises his head with a strained smirk.

"You're going to be the end of me, my little bunny."

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[iraprince]

Absolutely love the Infodump on Cookie she's so good. however!! I remember you made a trio of characters for this game and were torn about which one to play, then decided the other two could be his attendants.

How are those two, what are they up to?? Have you done much with them in the game so far? (And even if not, wanna give us some tastey information about 'em?)

💜

oooh yes! those two are sir velvet the unsmiling (it/she), and damned-if-i-do/dandy (he/they). let's pull up their art (esp now that i have crispy clean new scans!!! i think i have only ever posted this art as shitty phone pics prior to this)

ANYWAY. it turns out that even though attendants are a built-in part of the noble sweetheart playbook (cookie's title) and you're SUPPOSED to be using them... for me in practice, when i'm actually playing the game, i just keep totally forgetting lmfao!!!! :') rping with my other party members and chasing quests and stuff is so engaging that my brain is totally booked with just being cookie, let alone two additional npcs, so sadly dandy and velvet have not gotten a ton of screentime in the current campaign

BUT that really just makes me eager to one day play them properly in a different campaign, whether that's them each taking their turn as player characters like was originally intended, or when i'm GMing a campaign of my own (i'm trying to write up something for my friends, but i have no idea when it's actually gonna happen bc i'm so busy rip... but when i do, cookie and her attendants will def be npcs)

i honestly don't have MUCH i can say abt them, bc since i haven't played them much i also havent developed them much... i suppose i can give summaries tho!

in terms of vibes velvet is very much like, "guy who is brooding so hard that it stops being mysterious or having any gravity at all and is mostly just making people wonder if she's like? okay?????" like there is only so long you can spend with your back to the rest of the group clenching your fist and muttering to yourself before people just start kind of glossing over it and being like "oh haha that's CLASSIC sir velvet the unsmiling!!!"... mix this with a heady dose of "[nasal voice] UM, you forgot to collect the homework" and somehow you have created a creature ideal for wrangling cookie's effusive elaborate scatterbrained whims, somehow, most of the time. velvet is really similar to a different Brooding Goth Knight character i have wherein my formula is "make a character who looks extremely fucking sicknasty badass, then never ever ever stop making fun of them ever"

dandy is cookie's quartermaster, and so unlike velvet (who's usually assumed to be traveling around with cookie, even if i am constantly forgetting to roleplay that it's doing that) he mostly chills at chateau gorgeous looking after his liege's affairs and making sure the ppl who live there are fed + sheltered + generally taken care of. they are pretty much velvet's exact opposite in terms of temperament; EVERYTHING gets velvet's hackles up, NOTHING phases dandy. i need to be careful bc i am starting to arbitrarily ship them just from typing this. anyway, dandy is largely non-verbal; they're able to speak if really necessary, but they would just rather not, and if there's really no way around it they'd rather just sidle over to cookie and whisper it to her, and then let her communicate whatever they want to say to the rest of the group on their behalf; if cookie's not around, you're just gonna have to figure out how to communicate w him otherwise. which always works out fine bc dandy is very patient and used to getting along in silence!

that's about all i've got rn... i will def post it here if i come up with or draw anything else that's fun tho :) ty for the ask!

[idkwidhbih]

Yeah idk I thought it was okay to post that here. I wrote that as... A fantasy you know. I'm confused atm..

Finn is one of my Oc from my regular not kinky/fetish rp so this very short story is not canon, just a random fantasy I wrote at night..

Yeah

Sorry for my broken English, it's not my first language 😔

“ Let me go ! “

He screamed, while the nurses finished tying him up to the cold table.

“ Come on, stop moving like that. You will do nothing but harm yourself. “

He panted, leaning his head back to the table, trying to find his breath back, but he couldn’t help his nervousness. They were clearly playing with him and he did not like that. 

“ Everything will be over soon. Don’t worry. “

Said a male nurse, who was standing next to his head. Finn turned his gaze towards him.

“ I… just let me go ! You can’t keep me like that !

Uh ? You did all that to yourself, bud. We warned you, but you did not listen. “

Before the inmate could say anything, a tall man came into the room. A nurse came to him.

“ Everything is ready, sir. “

The man smiled at the nurse, and came towards Finn.

“ Hello, Finn ! I’m the doctor Richard, it’s nice to meet you.

What is going on ?!

Oh, feisty, isn’t it ? Don’t worry, you’ll relax very soon. “

The doctor said, a weird smile on his face. Finn started struggling again.

“ What the hell are you saying ?! Let me go !

Oh, but no one told you ? Ah… yeah, maybe my mistake… “

He stopped for a few seconds, staring at the tied man.

“ You are now my patient. And due to your recent behavior it seems that all of this is necessary. Oh, don’t worry, it’s not gonna hurt. You're just gonna have a big, great sleep and you’ll wake up as a new man ! That’s how lobotomy works. “

Hearing these words, the nervousness came back. He was still struggling through his restraints.

“ Just let me go ! I don’t want that ! “

The doctor sighed and smirked. 

“ It’s too late, Finn. Your mental state is very bad, we need to do it. For your sake. Alright ? “

While Finn kept screaming and struggling, the doctor gave quiet instructions to his staff, by moving his hand. A nurse came behind Finn’s head, an anesthesia mask in her hand. Seeing that, the rage of Finn grew bigger, but his restraints were avoiding him to do anything.

The doctor came by his side, while another nurse bring closer a metallic table with some tools on it. The tall man was still calm, like he was used to deal with people in the same state as Finn at the moment. He was not impressed at all.

He moved his hand once again and the nurse placed the mask on Finn’s mouth and nose.

“ Okay, Finn. You’re gonna take some deep breaths and it will be over before you know it. Alright ? “

The eyes of Finn were wide open, obviously disagreeing.

“ No ! Get that thing off of me ! “

The man ignored his words and he turned a button to the bottle which was connected to the mask. The nurse was holding Finn's jaw to avoid the mask leaving his face. Finn started by holding his breath, under the amusing gaze of the doctor.

“ Ah, there, there. The more you hold your breath and the more gas you’ll have through your body. It’s okay, just take some deep breaths, can you do that for me ? “

Finn said no with his head, suddenly trying to reach his breath back. Because he held it for too long, he was now breathing really fast through the mask. But he was fighting the anesthesia, rolling his eyes back, trying to stay awake.

“ Ah, a fighter, aren’t you ? Don’t worry, it’s time to sleep now. “

He was panting, making the gas go faster through his system. He started to feel groggy. The last thing he saw, all blurry, was the doctor proudly smiling.

“ Have a good night, Finn. “

And he fell asleep. The nurse touched gently his face to be sure he was entirely sleeping and take off the mask from his face. The doctor smiled at her.

“ Now, shall we begin? “

[kahvilahuhut]

some great reward will be coming my way

teehee long hair era toby oneshot fic. AND a depeche mode song lyric. it's more likely than you think

summary: Tobias is getting ready for a work event when Jack comes by. They have a Conversation(tm).

Tobias heard the apartment door open. "I'm in the bathroom," he said loudly, while trying to untangle his fingers from the mess that appeared while trying to tie a tie.

He heard footsteps behind the bathroom door, and soon Jack was perking from behind it. "Hey, didn't think you'd be awake so early."

"Miracles happen, eh?" Tobias smirked and turned to him, "I knew this thing-," he gestured at the tie, "-would bring problems, so I woke up early enough to actually get it done. Still failed. It's so ridiculous, who thought that creating something like this would be a fun thing." He leaned on the counter and opened his shirt a little. "God I am not used to this kind of outfits, like, at all. Why are turtlenecks not part of semi-formal attire. Anyway! What are you doing here?"

Jack walked in and stood in front of him. "I thought I could come in and wake you up, you know. Maybe take you to the coffee shop."

"Mm, sounds kinda nice. Would love to go for a quick coffee."

"Or something else, maybe?" Jack murmured as he reached for the tie hanging miserably on Toby's shirt. "Can't tell if I wanna help you tie this or take everything off."

"Maybe take it off later," Tobias smirked, "Now, if you'd help me out, I would definitely owe you."

"Sounds exciting," Jack got vloser, maybe more closer than necessary, and started tying the tie. "Why are you dressing up like this, anyway?"

"Jack, c'mon, I told you like twice already-"

"Going to some nature lovers' party? With all the...green."

"Come on, Jack. Who do we work for? Got this from the office. Not like I want to go look for some suits at stores on my non-existent free time."

"Office? You mean, you're going to some corpo event?"

"You really don't remember, do you?"

Jack stared at him, clueless. "Honestly, no idea. Don't we have a normal work day today. And then all the planning in the evening..." He leaned in closer, "...unless we reschedule it."

"Is that all what you think of?" Tobias looked at him for a moment and sighed. "Christ, you can't be serious. I told you two times, and you even sounded sooo excited when I was telling you about it-", he turned around and looked in the mirror, "-unless you weren't actually listening to me."

"Wait, you're talking about that...eh...the prize or something?" Jack's hands froze. "You're actually agreeing on it?"

"You're telling me I shouldn't accept something I earned?"

"Two years of work and all you get is a piece of paper. Nothing special in that. You'd deserve so much more."

"It is what it is, though. Why shouldn't I be happy about getting a prize for my hard work?"

"A corporation prize. I thought you're better than that, honestly," Jack muttured, "Say, why do you even want to be in the team if you're happily accepting pieces of paper from someone who you're fighting against?"

"I-what? I am only in it because I want to show what happened to people. Not because-", he paused and took a deep breath. "God, okay. Let's calm down. I'm going to the event because I want a pretty piece of paper telling that I coded something that no one has ever done, and because I'm the youngest person to everget that kind of thing. You know, just in case I'm gonna look for a job in the future, okay? It's not like I want to do random gigs and tasks forever as a side-job instead of having a stable job."

"Uh-huh, sure, whatever."

"Think I don't deserve it?"

Jack finished his tie. "No. I think you deserve much more."

"Well, you don't really sound like it...Sorry. I'm just a bit nervous."

"Toby, do whatever you want. Just remember what we're gonna do."

"Okay, yeah. Uh."

"So, what about the evening?"

"I-I'll think about it. I'll message you?"

"Yeah, sure," Jack kissed him quickly, "See you then."

Tobias watched him leave and waited for the sound of closing door, turned back to face the mirror and leaned on the sink. Hopefully I still have the leftover make up to hide those puffy eyes.

[starcanwrecked-confessions]

I'm very sorry to the blog runner for getting personal here, but I feel it's necessary necessary get across what I want. I think I have a fair reason to be uncomfortable with Hey Melissa, as someone who, in childhood, had a girl force me to play dog with her by tying a rope around my neck and yanking me along by the makeshift leash that was so tight it left indents in my neck. Forgive me if that story hits a little too close to my trauma! I have nothing against the story's existence or the people who love it, I'm glad! But no one has the right to diss what legitimately triggers other people as "not being able to handle horror" just because they have different limits to you. I know for a fact Killer Track was a difficult episode for some people who have issues with unreality and superstition, and Perky's Buds was hard for people with emetophobia, and I've never seen anyone claim those people just "can't handle horror." Yes, Hatchetfield is horror. A big mixed bag of light and heavy horror. And everyone has different limits of what they can take, different things will effect different people differently. I'm sure every Hatchetfield story will hit badly and upset someone out there at some point, even ones the majority would consider the most tame. Being upset by something specific doesn't mean we can't handle horror, it means we can't handle that specific topic. And no one should have to disclose their trauma to be "valid" for being upset by something. We should all be a little more respectful of things like that.

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[existentialterror]

Hiii I’m Normal about Dr. Iceberg (red flag, I know) but his name being Julian is complete fanon! Idk where it originally came from, but he’s never referred to as Julian Finn in any onsite tale. The only time he’s been named on the wiki, as far as I know, is when he is called Ellis Gill in a tale called “But We Do Not Talk About That”. While last updated in 2022, was originally written in 2015. Why that name never caught on, I don’t know, but I’m kind of glad. Despite Iceberg being a misogynistic piece of shit, I’m intrigued by the fact that so much is unknown about his character.

Giving him a name detracts from the horror of his story, someone who was once a person being filed down and reshaped to fit a role perfectly, only to snap under pressure and take his own life. And then, if you go with the Resurrection canon/the calm tale, he gets brought back as a cyborg (Cyberg?) that blatantly states it doesn’t have a name. He can’t escape the foundation, even in death.

I’ll cut myself off there— If I don’t, I’m liable to write an entire novel in your inbox.

Fun fish fact (since, if I remember correctly, that is the toll for sending an ask): Lampreys have been around for 400 million years, and haven’t evolved much during that time!

(I forgot about this for a while, sorry!) (In response to this exchange with @scp-l4-clef-alto-001.)

YOOOO Nice research! Today I learned. Thank you! I don't think I'd heard "Finn" before, but I believe you that it's out there. Also thank you for the fish facts. The fish facts are not necessary to send me an ask but are MUCH appreciated. The hagfish is the relative of the lamprey and is another old jawless fish. It has two powers: producing LOTS of mucus, and tying itself in knots, both overhand and underhand. I'm gonna have to read more about ciguatoxins. ❤️🐟

Hey, in exchange for the nice ask and the research, here's a snippet I wrote a long time ago about Sophia Light and your guy. (I like him too! I think he's really interesting.) It's set in the Resurrection canon but back in the past, not long after Dr. Light was recruited to the Foundation. (Might end up on the site eventually but I hate to promise. If nothing else, you know, have this.)

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1997

Light shows up to her appointments on time. She’s trying out this business of being a person again, really giving it her all, and that’s one of the things she decides: she shows up on time. 

She’s at the entrance to Research five minutes before her assignment today. There are other two people there: a pretty woman with waves of black hair in business casual behind the receptionist deck, and a pretty man in a labcoat whose spiky hair is bleached at the tips. They’re flirting.

No, that’s not true. The man is flirting, voraciously, draped over the desk to get closer. The woman is listening, and looks bored, and tired. She catches Light’s eye, and rolls her eyes.

Light recognizes this situation from the before-world. She knows what to do. She squares her shoulders and walks right up to them. With the energy of a woman who realized yesterday that she has permanent institutional access to every academic journal ever, and has not regretted any sleep- or non-sleep-related decisions made since then, she says, “So do you know about sail jellyfish?”

She proceeds to tell the man about them, at length, for five straight minutes. The man is confused and unhappy but apparently transfixed. The woman restrains herself from laughing and drifts back to her computer screen.

“ - So that’s why the asymmetry is actually a fitness advantage,” she says, “So that they react differently to the same wind patterns and they won’t risk washing ashore. But because that’s basically random, the evolutionary pressure maintains a 50-50 balance.”

“Cool beans,” says the man, whose eyes have glazed over. “Hey, I gotta go, I’ve gotta meet up with someone - uh, Dr. Light, I think - ”

“I am Dr. Light,” Light says. 

The woman doesn’t bother muffling her guffaw. The man - Dr. Iceberg, presumably - looks uncomfortable and then flustered. Light mentally congratulates herself.

“You two are in the dissection room today, right?” the woman says, checking her computer. “Should be set up. Use the cart to move samples, do not lift large samples yourself, I do not care how strong you are, please and thank you. Decon’s ready, just go through the back. One at a time. Ice, you first.”

“Isn’t it set up for multiple people? There’s all the showers and everything - ”

The secretary shrugs. “New policy. Now get out of my sight, Ice.”

“Always good to see you, Break.” Iceberg shoots finger guns at her, as he heads to the decon room entrance.

“Drop dead,” Break calls after him.

They wait for the sounds of the door opening and closing. Break grins at Light. “Thanks for the spiel,” she says. “You got one of those locked and loaded all the time?”

“Usually you have to ask nicely first,” Light says, automatically, because affected confidence was sort of her go-to before, and it seems to be working for her so far. Then she remembers that the last thing this poor woman needs is someone else ambiguously hitting on her and feels bad. But Break just laughs.

“You know that guy?” Break asks.

“I’ve seen him around, I think? I’m - I’m bad with faces.”

“Yeah. Dr. Iceberg. He’s like that. Been a thorn in my fucking side for years. You know, the Foundation is usually pretty good about this kind of thing, in my experience. But Ice, he’s like, Gears’ special little boy, so he can get away with murder.”

Light is confused. “He’s Gears’ son?”

“No, god no - like, you know, he’s… he’s Gears’. …Doesn’t matter. I thought Ice got better for a while there, but it looks like he’s back on his bullshit.”

“Ugh,” Light agrees. 

The bulb over the decon chamber entrance turns green. Break tilts her head at it. “You’re doing, like, an autopsy, right?”

“A necropsy - uh, yeah.”

“Well, that’ll probably bring the mood down, you’ll be fine. He’s not the worst, honestly. But if you need, just say the word ‘Ice’ into the lab comms and I’ll fake an evac drill or something to get you out.”

“Thanks,” says Light. She tries to figure out how serious Break is. Break’s permanent wry plausibly-deniable customer service smile offers no hint.

Maybe Light’s overconfident. Maybe this whole business of being a person again has made her cocky. Perhaps she’s been away from a normal social fabric for so long that she’s lost sense of real implications and rules. But she finds she’s not too worried. “I think it’ll be fine,” she tells Break. “I have a lot more jellyfish facts.”

Break laughs, loudly. “Attagirl.” She waves Light into the decon chamber.

[amostfoolishgold]

Lazuli really has no business giving Inigo a shovel talk about Jo. On so many levels, really. She's not Jo's family (though to be fair, no one seems to be Jo's family), Finn's definitely closer to Jo than Lazuli is (though, again, to be fair Finn doesn't seem the type to go around threatening people. More the fights-back-when-backed-into-a-corner* type), hell Jo and Inigo started dating well before Lazuli met either of them. But Lazuli never gets the opportunity with her actual family† so here they are. Inigo sat at a table in a dimly lit room, deep in the Heron base. She'd considered tying him down but that felt a bit much. She's settled for rhythmic tapping of her claws on the table.

"What are your intentions with Joanna?"

Inigo startles slightly (it's possible Lazuli neglected to tell him why she wanted to talk to him in the interrogation room. Or that this is the Herons' interrogation room) but then his face settles into the besotted expression he typically wears when thinking about Joanna or existing within sixty feet of her.

"Whatever she'll let me have. Marriage, hopefully. Kids, if she wants them, none of she doesn't. I've got a decent amount saved up, could always have more, but if she wants a nice house I can get her one or I could make her ship really nice if she wants to-"

Lazuli gestures for him to shut up. He looks like he'd really rather keep talking but he eyes her teeth and makes the right choice.

"Acceptable. But you must understand that if you hurt her-" Inigo's mouth opens in outraged protest but Lazuli keeps talking, "-if I ever see one tear that you cause her or find out you are doing anything less than your absolute best to make her happy, I swear by all the salt on the sea that I will not be so merciful as to grant you a quick death. Joanna deserves nothing less, do you understand?"

Inigo's outrage melts into a wide grin and he offers a hand to shake.

"Absolutely understood! She is my everything, no murder necessary."

Lazuli takes his hand and lets a smile steal across her face.

"I'm glad we're on the same page. So! Proposal. Do you have a pearl picked out or do you need help diving for a good one?"

"A pearl? Aren't they a bit soft for an engagement ring?"

"A ring? What do you mean 'a ring', she's a mermaid, you have to get her-"

(*Whether that corner has to actually exist is another matter

†being too young to have any authority for older family members and the younger ones not yet having started dating for the most part)

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General discussion in the group chat has led me to believe that Inigo and Lazuli would get on like a house on fire lmao. I have no idea if mermaids actually propose using pearls, but that's definitely a siren thing that Lazuli just. Assumes mermaids also do.

Inigo and Joanna as always belong to @pacificwaternymph and little cameo of the beloved Finn of @finnified

[skyrim-forever]

Match made in the Void

@dirty-bosmer here it is! I'm really leaning into the "Lucien Lachance is a sick fuck", as we all should to be fair. Do with this what you will folks! Cross-posted on ao3 :) Time to run away in shame!

Chapter 2: Indulge me

Warnings: discussions of violence, discussions of murder, violence, blood, blood kink, murder kink, nsfw, sexual content

Words: 1.9k

It was impossible to tell what time it was from inside the Fort, but given how well-rested she felt Valeria assumed it must be dawn by the time she stirred. She awoke to Lucien still sleeping beside her. He looked peaceful like this, when he was defenseless. Though he’s never really defenseless, Valeria thought. Despite their clothing strewn about the floor and hanging off the bed post, she knew very well what he was capable of doing with his bare hands. But still, laying here quietly with his eyes closed, you could almost forget who he is. 

As she moves a stray piece of hair and tucking it behind his ears, Lucien begins to stir. His eyes flutter for a moment, catching a glimpse of her which promptly awakens him. 

“Ah, so you are still here. Here I was thinking you’d run off on me.”

“I am thoroughly dedicated to the Brotherhood, Speaker, I would not just leave.”

Lucien let’s out a dry chuckle “Not abandon the Brotherhood sister, abandon me. I truly did not expect you to still be here with me.”

“I did say I would stay with you.” She answers matter of factly. 

“This is true, but I did expect you to slink back into the darkness once I proved I was fine.”

Rolling over to face away from him, she says “think nothing of it.”

Another dry chuckle admits from him “I shall think everything of it.” Despite the fact she has turned away from him, she could feel his eyes on her. 

“What?” 

“Nothing sister, just enjoying your company. Since when is that a crime?”

Valeria rolls over, facing him again “Even if it was a crime I don’t think that would stop you.”

“Hmm, you know me so well”

“Do I? I may be the closest person to you, but I have only known you around a year. There is still so much about you I neither know nor understand”. Valeria says as she sits up, beginning to put her hair back into its signature braid. 

“Hmmm.” Lucien thinks. “Here, I have a proposition, I shall let you ask whatever you’d like…”

Valeria looks away from her braiding “with what caveat?” 

“...on the condition that I can do the same.” 

Now it’s Valeria’s turn to laugh. “I thought you already knew everything you needed to know about me. I prefer to lure my contracts away and kill at close range with a dagger but will use poisons when necessary.” She finishes her braid, tying it with a red ribbon she left on the ground the night before. 

“Would it hurt you to indulge me?”

“All I do is indulge you.”

He smiles “then it should be easy”. He shifts slightly, placing his hands behind his head, propping him up a bit. “You’re from Skyrim, where in Skyrim?”

“I was born in Riften but grew up north of Solitude.”

“What were your parents like?”

“I believe it’s my turn Speaker, your rules after all.”

“This is true, ask away.”

 “Where did you grow up?”

“Ah, very original. I grew up in the Cheydinhal Sanctuary” He says, quite smug with himself. Valeria lets out a sigh. “I meant before joining the Brotherhood, where were you as a child?”

“I was born in Bravil. And again, what were your parents like?”

He does not elaborate and Valeria can see even when he willingly offers up information, it is still like pulling teeth. She shifts closer to him, their bodies touching as she begins to trace patterns with her finger on his chest, avoiding his gaze. 

“I asked you a question”

“And I am thinking, my Speaker.” She pauses for a moment, thinking of giving a short answer like him but deciding against it because if he really wants to know, he’ll pry it out of her anyways. He always gets what he wants. “My mother died when I was still human so I confess it has been a long time. She was kind, we always had guests over and people were fond of her. My father said she ran an inn before I was born.” Valeria continues “my father is also deceased, but he only passed a few years ago. He was also a vampire.”

“Ah, so it is a family trait.” 

“In a way, my father was a vampire when they met. He deeply regretted not turning her, following her death we went to live with a vampire clan in Northern Skyrim. He did not want the lifestyle to be a drastic change for me so we moved when I was still young and learning about the world.”

“That is why you are an excellent killer, you were raised around killers. Not entirely unlike myself.”

“As usual, it is not long before your thoughts return to murder.” 

Valeria smiled, returning her gaze to him. For an assassin, an accomplished one at that, he still remained completely and utterly predictable. “I see your angle now Speaker.”

“And what exactly is my angle, sister?” Lucien takes the hand on his chest and examines her palm. Valeria can almost hear him thinking how many lives had these hands taken. 

“You want to know who I killed before I killed for you.” 

His expression changed to one of pleasure and he hummed in agreement. She moves the hand he is holding forward to around his neck. 

“You want to know many people I’ve held like this.” Valeria shifts over, keeping her hand around his throat as she moves on top to straddle his lap. Her Speaker doesn’t even try to hide his enjoyment. Upon receiving the contact of her hand on his neck, Lucien eyes roll back slightly; the pleased expression only getting more obvious. “How many times I’ve watched the light fade out of a mortal's eyes. 157 years is a long time, so much time to do so many things.” Valeria tightens her grip on his throat for a moment before removing it. “I do so hate to disappoint my superior but I never actually killed myself until the murder you recruited me for.”

“Truly? You continue to surprise me, my Silencer. Oh how Sithis has blessed me, his most loyal son.” She lets him gloat a moment, waiting for him to ask the expected follow-up. “How did you feed if this is the case?”

“The clan we were with had a system of raising human cattle. Those in charge had the honour of killing the cattle and we would all feed together.” 

“Hmmm, I must say keeping humans like cattle, quite the spectacle. You delight me.” Lucien pulls her towards him, so she is no longer sitting straight up but rather leaned over, her face right above his. He continues, seemingly having forgotten the rules now that he is getting the information he desires. “It was a Dunmer man you murdered that got the Night Mother’s attention. Apparently he was suspected to be a noble but he was never identified. Did you know him or was he simply in the right place, at the right time?” He ends that with a smirk.

“I did know him.” Lucien’s eyebrows slightly raise, indicating to elaborate.  “He was my fiancé. He wanted to marry me, and requested our leader give me to him, to which our leader agreed. He ignored my wishes and when I ran away he followed, tracking me to Bruma where I slashed his throat and strung his body up. Over a lifetime of witnessing violence made it simple.”

“To think there was a man so lucky.” His eyes close, clearly imagining the scenario. “An obsessive lover follows you all the way to Cyrodiil, demanding your hand in marriage, only for you to slit his throat. How I envy the bastard, perhaps I should demand the same.”

Valeria moves her face even lower, so their foreheads are touching, causing Lucien to open his eyes. “Do you want to know what I would do to you if you did?” She doesn’t need him to respond, everything about him signals yes, this is precisely what I want, this is what plagues my sleep as neither a dream nor nightmare. She gives him a quick kiss, indulging him far too much but was it truly such a bad thing? She had confessed too many times that she feared she may love him, if he could be lovable. No, it was possible to love him. It was possible to love him in that Valeria had never met anyone like him; he was intelligent, and extremely deadly but so deeply wanted pain. He had no fear in regards to what she could do, his idea of foreplay was her telling him the bloody details of the latest assignment she had completed. She could see now that the only life for him was with the Dark Brotherhood. Like herself, every possible lifetime ended in blood. So no, it was not bad to indulge him further, the tenets bound them so it would never happen but it doesn’t mean they couldn’t pretend. And he would be so good to her if she did. 

Valeria gets off of him which causes him to give her an intense stare. She lays down on her side of the bed, gesturing for him to lay in between her legs and only then does his gaze soften. At the very least as much as it can. His head is on her chest, her fingers playing with his hair. “I would poison you…”

Lucien lets out a laugh, one that causes her to smile as she feels the vibrations on her skin. 

“Please tell me that’s not all.”

“Listen” she says annoyingly “ I would poison you to knock you out. Once you were unconscious I would tie your hands together and hang you by your feet in this very room.” Lucien audibly groans, his hands begin to travel with the left one finding her breast and the right holding her at the waist. He starts kissing her torso, first in the center of her chest, then slowly moving downwards, a pressure growing in her lower abdomen. 

“In this room?” He says, pausing the kisses. 

“In this room” she repeats, “I’d leave you there, upside down for about an hour. To disorient you but I don’t want that to kill you.” His kisses are now distracting her, they are deeper, held for longer. It definitely wasn’t so bad, this indulgence. As Lucien moves further down, Valeria feels both vile and in ecstasy.  “You’re sick” she says, yet she arches her back, spurring him on. 

Lucien’s eyes change their gaze up from her torso, to meet hers. “No more than you my Silencer.” He takes her legs and throws them on his shoulders and kisses her inner thighs, feverishly. “Continue.” Between the kissing and the pressure growing, Valeria’s legs shake; but Lucien holds her firmly in place. 

“I would slit your throat, like I did my fiancé’s. With all the blood rushing to your head, it would gush out of you and I’d let it cover me. I’d bathe in it.” Valeria moves her legs, to wrap them around his head, pulling him in closer to her core. He lets her, she is certainly his equal; equal lives, equal souls, equal desires.  

They are silent for a moment, save for their heavy breathing despite barely moving. She can feel his warm breath against her core, his hair tickling the back of her calves and his warm hands on her body. Finally Valeria breaks the silence with her “Lucien, please” sounding more like a command. 

“My pleasure.”

[twoidiotwriters1]

Copycat: Genesis —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: Love how Cat’s braincells turn on when she’s with girls, it says a lot about her behavioral mimicking and about men in general lmao -Danny

Words: 1,624

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Listen to: ‘Hallucinogenics’ -by Matt Maeson ft. Lana Del rey

xix: Resurrection

"You've been in Wakanda before, is there anything we should know about?"

Cat put the last of her new armor on and looked at Namora.

"Let's focus the damage on their vigilance towers. It'll be like fighting with their eyes closed. And if you want to isolate the queen, the further from the palace, the better."

"Very well," Namora handed her a spear. "Fight with honor, we face our opponents, we never stab them in the back."

Cat stared at the weapon, she did not wish to use it... not if she was bound to betray them, it was an insult.

"Co'kat," Namor approached her. "You look more comfortable than I would have expected."

"I never stay anywhere for long," she looked up. "I ran out of places to hide on the surface... makes sense that now I'm here."

"Soon you will have no need to hide," he assured her.

Cat stared at her claws and remembered how they looked after healing Parker, at least she was comforted by what he'd said before, that he didn't blame her for what she did trying to make things right.

"Is it really necessary to kill the queen?" Cat asked tiredly.

"We don't make a massacre," Namor told her. "I warned her of what would happen if she tried to find us. She did not listen. I'm a man of word."

That was reason enough, Cat couldn't speak against it. "I'm sorry it came to this..." she said, and she really meant it.

"Me too," Namor looked back at his warriors, all getting ready. "But we are the leaders of a cause, we cannot turn our back on injustice."

"No sir, you are right," her expression toughened. "I'm ready."

Cat and Namor watched as the civilians evacuated the city and did nothing to stop them. "Where is their palace?" The man asked. Cat pointed to his left. On the shore, Namora and several warriors were waiting for them.

"The defenses have been lured away from the palace," Namora informed him. "It's up to you now."

A Wakandan came out of nowhere and tried to attack Namor from the back, he lifted his arm and broke the man's lance, then punched a hole through his wooden armor. Several aircrafts started to shoot from above, and the warriors went back underwater. Namor and Cat stayed on the surface.

"I'll take them down," he told Cat. "Make sure they stay there."

Cat teleported while Namor flew from one ship to the other cutting their wings and damaging as many of the shells as possible. She entered each one almost at Quicksilver's speed, teleporting out of them the people and leaving them all in the same spot, tying their arms and feet together with a rope Namora had provided.

It did not take them long to take down the whole army. Cat spotted Shuri flying towards them. "The princess is moving!" She announced.

Namor looked up from the bridge where he was standing. Now the queen was alone for certain. Cat slipped out of sight, she took off the armor and left her weapons there. An explosion caught her attention, Namor had attacked.

"Queen Ramonda," she muttered anxiously.

Cat teleported to the palace, which was already flooded, and she dived in. Both Riri and the queen were unconscious. She got to the queen first and teleported her out of the water, then she returned and seized the young girl. When she teleported out, Cat found Namor standing next to the queen, and with no hesitation, he stabbed the woman with his spear.

"NO!" She gasped in horror.

"I told you," he removed his weapon from the woman. "You are like a jaguar... a two-faced creature... bringer of death. You're dangerous to our cause, we knew better than to trust you."

He flew out of the palace, and Cat carried Riri to where the queen was laying. Pietro and May had already died this way, she had to stop it from happening a third time. Okoye and the Wakandan warrior that had rescued Shuri entered the room, Cat was desperately trying to resuscitate the girl while also fighting to stop the queen's bleeding.

"Stand back, Copy," Okoye ordered.

Someone pulled her back, Cat heard Namor speaking from the window. "She did this!" He said. "In one week's time, I will return with my entire army... and you will join us against the surface world... or I will wash Wakanda from the face of the Earth."

Shuri and a third warrior walked into the room. "Mother!"

"Keep her back!" Okoye demanded.

Copycat held Shrui back, the princess was kicking as hard as she could to reach her mother. They managed to bring Riri back, but the queen had been injured beyond saving, it was too late.

"Bury your dead," Namor continued coldly, "mourn your losses... You are queen now," he pointed at Shuri, then looked at Cat with disgust. "I don't take kindly to liars. Next time we meet, we'll kill you on the spot."

M'Baku approached them after the funeral.

"Jabariland offers you their comfort for your loss. You must mourn her... in accordance to the rituals of your ancestors. Do not bury yourself in your technology—"

"Why are you here?" The girl interrupted him.

"I promised your brother that I would provide you with counsel, and protection," he glanced at Cat. "But I am in need of your advice today. Your tribal elders have approached me with a proposition, they wish to evacuate the city and set up camp... in Jabariland."

"So, now you are keen to hear from a child... who scoffs at tradition?" Shuri asked.

"The world... The world has taken too much from you... for you to still be considered a child," he let out a quiet chuckle. "It is in my people's interest to know... which way your mind is leaning."

"The elders are desperate," Shuri kept her head down. "The city is vulnerable. If you are to provide for them... they will be in great debt to you."

"And what of your heart? Which way is your heart leaning?"

"I just buried the last person who truly knew me... my heart was buried with her." M'baku bowed as a goodbye, then he gave a brief nod to Cat which she responded in the same fashion. The princess spoke to her. "You lost your family in a war and still you kept fighting... why?"

"It's the only thing I'm good at," her voice came out numb. "I looked away from my grief and it turned to anger. I lost my heart too, and I became something I don't like... but it has carried me through somehow..." Cat faced Shuri. "From now on you'll have to deal with life alone, but you don't have to be lonely. I don't want you to overwhelm yourself by thinking about what you should do to secure their futures. Your nation is your family now, lean on them."

"I can't, to think of all that could happen if I make another mistake is unbearable," Shuri frowned, gaze still nailed to the ground.

"To live on hypotheticals is to waste your entire life," she reached for the girl's hand and squeezed it. "A kind woman said to me once, that we must live one day at a time, starting with the present. So what is our next step today, that will make tomorrow easier to get by?"

Shuri squeezed her hand tightly. "I'll make you that suit so you can keep fighting," the princess looked up at her with angry eyes. "You're not dying on me."

Cat lifted their intertwined hands and place her free hand on top of them, a proud smile on her face. "Right back at ya."

Cat and Shuri entered the lab ready to work, something caught the princess's attention: the bracelet Namor had given her. "Griot?"

"Yes, princess."

"Let's start by running a comparative analysis... between our attempts at creating a synthetic Heart-Shaped Herb... and the fibers from this bracelet."

"What's that about?" Copycat asked.

"This plant is consumed by the next possible Black Panther during a special ceremony, my brother took it when it was his time... but our cousin burnt most of the existing seeds. That one was our last," she pointed at the brown plant in the corner.

She handed the bracelet to Cat and she examined it with loads of interest.

"That plant was ingested by Namor's people and gave them abilities that resemble the Black Panther's... since this was grown from vibranium-rich soil, they may share some base-level similarities that we can exploit."

"Okay..." Cat frowned. "Wait, are you saying you'll try to become Black Panther?"

Shuri didn't reply, she turned around and spoke to her A.I. again. "Please upload my brother's DNA also."

"Uploading now."

To Cat that was enough of a response. She placed the bracelet back on the table. "Okay, so your suit," Shuri tapped on a keyboard in front of her and the blueprints of Cat's former suit were projected in the middle of the lab.

Cat approached. "May I?"

Shuri stepped back. "Go ahead."

She'd already decided what she wanted her new looks to be. "Namor gave me a gift, and with it, a new part to play... A two-faced bringer of death who works in the dark..." Suddenly her suit became of iridescent colors, like the wings of a beetle. "I used to hate darkness, but now I think of black as the sum of all colors," she said, smiling at the result. "And I fit in there nicely."

She took out the zero from her logo and left only the crossed claw marks on the middle of her chest. Then she added the well-known "A" on the back, though it'd be hidden by her new cloak, she would know it was there.

"I thought you'd quit," Shuri pointed out at the familiar logo.

"Being honest with you and myself, I liked being an Avenger," she looked at her finished work with satisfaction. "And I did say my plan was to try again."

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[melanmelonlemons]

Always chasing sunsets 💛

Sunsets are God's way of saying - "Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." - Matthew 6:34.

It's now 3:18 MNL Time on a Sunday and out of nowhere, I just remembered Tumblr and why not I try to write a blog? And here I am right now in front of my laptop while my niece is watching anime on Netflix - yaass! that means a lot of noise, lol.

I almost forgot that this account has been existing for 5 yrs now (based from my 1st ever post). So its been that long and I wasn't able to revisit this website. Random things you remember when you have nothing else to do. Yep, I have nothing else to do for the whole month of May and I'm just enjoying everyday of it! ♥

Short back up story - I resigned from my work for almost 6yrs and decided to take a short break before starting to a new WFH job. It was not an overnight decision and there's a lot of factors I considered before I sent my resignation letter to my boss. It was almost 6 looong years and it brings back all my memories when I was just starting as an Operations Analyst then got 3 promotions in between. It was not an easy road I must say but I'm grateful for all the learnings good or bad, experiences and workmates that became my friends, some even families.

This month, May - is also the time of the year to celebrate my birthday! Yes, I feel lucky to have this month long of birthday leave - lol. But at the same time, I don't want my 31 days relaxation to come into waste so I'm writing a blog now - productive ha? Lol

Sunsets - this part of my life feels like one of the best sunsets I'm about to witness. Taking a break is not bad at all especially when you know to yourself that you need it the most. This "break" may take a day, a week, a month or even a year -- go where your heart feels right. Go to the beach, or stay home and just spend time with your loved ones. You do you. ♥

As I grow older, I always feel the pressure of life. It seems like everything has due dates and I start to cram. It's exhausting, toxic and restless. It could be your work environment, people around you or your relationship. It's okay to pause - it's necessary.

And now, I'm taking my time to realize what I want in life, what I want to be as a person. Sometimes, people barely know themselves so let's not judge and act that we know everything. As long as you are not stepping to anyone, or hurting anyone with your actions and decisions I think you'll be fine. Just do whatever makes you happy with moderation. :)

TY Lord for giving me this month long break to know You. I know I don't need to worry about tomorrow or whatever my future will bring as long as it is what you have in store for me. I know that You have the best plans I could ever imagine to happen in my life here on earth and for that, I trust you. Just like every sunsets, brings the promise of a new dawn. ♥

Cheers,

Melan 🍋

[imthebadguyyy]

You're All Mine

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Fandom - F1

Summary - Things get slightly out of hand at a party where you decide to act up, and Lewis shows you just exactly who you belong to. P.S - He makes you wear that damn jacket.

Warnings - smut, swearing, possessiveness (brought to you by the fashion king that is Sir Lewis Hamilton, because that jacket did things okay?

A/N- OC (Thomas) has nothing to do with any of Lewis's friends in real life.

Also shoutout to @grandestrategia and @lights-out-in-monaco for helping me 💙

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iThrowing a party to get together was always a fun idea to get the chance to socialize, meet new people, dance, get drunk and spend quality time with your friends and family. But throwing a party after three back to back race weeks was not really a great idea, mainly because it meant your boyfriend groaning and moaning about how he didn't want to spend time with anyone else but you. That was exactly what was happening at present, as you swiped a tube of crimson lipstick across your lips, while Lewis sat on the bed, in a black shirt and his purple customised jacket, with his arms crossed across his chest, reminding you of a toddler who was told to go to bed early.

"I don't get why you had to throw a party today, of all times" he grumbled for what felt like the hundredth time that day. "Okay baby, I love you, I really do, but I swear, if you say that one more time I will strangle you" you replied, setting the lipstick back down, and reaching for a bottle of perfume on your dressing table. "I'm just saying, I feel like spending time with you now, and yes, I love that you decided to call my friends and family over, but I kinda just wanted to have some you and me time" he said, eyes following your movements as you sprayed the perfume behind your ears, on your wrists, and lightly over your body, "You'll have me to yourself from the moment they leave, till you have to fly for your race again. And I promise, we can do whatever you want" you said, reaching up to smooth your hair. Far too preoccupied with fixing the flyaway strands of hair, you didn't notice him standing up and standing right behind you. "Whatever I want hmm? I know exactly what I want baby. But I just can't get it right now. You know why? Because I want to bend you over and take you right here, right now. But because you decided to throw a party instead of spending time together, you'll have to wait a little longer than necessary to have my head in between your thighs, my fingers in you, and my cock in your cunt. And guess whose fault it is? Yours, my darling. It's your fault" he growled in your ear, smirking when a soft moan slipped past your lips.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? For me to bend you over and take you here? When our guests could be here at any minute?" he continued, lips resting just near the outer shell of your ear. You couldn't even answer, feeling the arousal grow in between your thighs, as your heartbeat seemed to slow down for just a second, before it seemed to hammer against your chest almost as if it wanted to just burst out of your chest. "Tell me darling. Would you like that?" "Ye-" your reply was cut off by the sound of the doorbell ringing, signalling the arrival of one of your guests. "Saved by the bell, hmm? You didn't have to answer. But I promise baby, when they're gone, I'm gonna make you scream my name so loud, if our neighbours aren't on a first name basis with us tomorrow, I'll be very, very surprised. And leaving you a aroused, horny mess, he went down to open the door.

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About half an hour later, the party was in full swing. You had invited some of your friends and some family members, and turning to look over your shoulder, you saw Lewis chatting with his dad and Nicolas, a glass of wine in his hand as he laughed at something his brother told him. Smiling, you turned back, to see one of Lewis's friends making his way over to you, two glasses of champagne in his hand. You enjoyed mingling with his friends, and you had met Neymar Jr, Odell Beckham Junior, and other really awesome people. Smiling at Thomas, who was one of Lewis's newer friends, you accepted the glass, your third glass of champagne and your fifth drink all together, hovering between the lines of tipsy and drunk.

Thomas, (the friend, idk I just made him up) offered you a glass of champagne, and you gladly took a sip, enjoying the buzz as the alcohol ran through your veins, filling you with a calm happiness. Maybe it was the alcohol in your veins and the promise of a really good time that made you decide to push Lewis's buttons just a little bit, to ensure that you were really in for it. Giggling at a joke his friend made, you threw your head back laughing, letting your hand rest on Thomas's shoulder, before letting it move to your hair, twirling a strand of hair around your finger, teeth sinking softly down onto your lower lip.

From where he was standing, Lewis looked over to see where you were, his grip on his glass tightening when he saw you laugh and rest your hand on his friend's shoulder. His eyes darkening when he saw you twirl a strand of hair around your finger, and bite your lip softly, knowing all too well what you were doing. It was working. As you giggled again, tilting your head back laughing, and nodding a quick 'I'll be back soon', to his dad, he walked towards the both of you, his eyes fixed on the way you kept twirling your hair around your fingers.

"Hi baby. You having a fun time?" he asked you, standing next to you and wrapping an arm around your waist. "Yeah I am! Are you having fun?" you replied, letting your head droop onto his shoulder. "Yeah I am my love, thank you so much for planning it" he murmured in your ear, ignoring the fact that his friend was standing right in from of him, probably getting a free show. His hands splayed out on the leathery material of your black skirt, enjoying the coolness of the material and the feel of a section of your skin against his palms. The black outfit you had put on was a black leather top and skirt, that clung onto your body like a vice, as he moved his hand to the back of your skirt, moving so Thomas couldn't see what he was doing.

"And what about you Thomas, are you having a good time?" you asked the man, feeling Lewis tense up behind you. "Yup I am! Thanks so much for inviting us all, its a great party" he replied, flashing the both of you a smile. "We're glad you're having fun" Lewis replied, his hand moving to your ass, squeezing ever so discreetly. "Yup I know! Great to see you too, man! Your last races have been great, you deserve a break" Thomas kept talking, blissfully unaware of how you were squirming, your arousal pooling in between your thighs as he ran his fingers up your thighs, in between your underwear and the skirt. He moved his body so the lower half of your body was not visible to anyone else.

Pressing your lips together to keep a sound from escaping, you tried your hardest to hold yourself together, but it was damn hard when you could begin to feel the liquid threatening to run down your thighs and make a mess in front of everyone. "Moving your hand to the back to squeeze his thigh, silently begging him to just take you to the bedroom and fuck you senseless. Feeling your desperation, Lewis smirked softly, before turning to Thomas. "If you don't mind Thomas, I think I left my phone in the bedroom, I'll just go get it" "Yeah sure" Thomas replied, as you turned and made your way up the stairs to the master bedroom. But before you could go and sit on the bed, a pair of arms grabbed you around your waist, and pulled you into the master bathroom that was connected to your room.

Lewis turned your body around, the rough movement taking your breath away, before he crashed his lips down onto yours, his hands sliding down to your as again, squeezing hard, causing a moan to slip out your lips, your arms tightening around his neck. "I saw you trying to rile me up baby. All giggly and flirty, and that whole fiasco with you messing with your hair, hmm? Only I can pull your hair, and only I can tug on it. You like it when I do that, don't you? When I tug your hair, and your head falls back, and those sounds slip out of your lips and I can see how much you like it" The moan that slipped past your lips went straight to his cock, hardening under his pants.

"Words baby, words. Do you like it?" he asked, his fingers running along the waistband of your leather skirt, tugging the skirt down your legs. "I do, I really do! please, please do something, I need you so bad" you whined, your hands unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt, and tugging his purple jacket down his shoulders. "Patience my baby. Good things take time. So desperate for it, I can see your wetness dripping, but you aren't getting off that easily after that stunt you pulled. But I promised you that I'd give you a good time, and I always keep my promises" Another desperate whimper left your lips, and you dragged the jacket down his torso, letting it drop to the floor.

"No no no. I want you to put that on. Or even better..." he mumbled finishing his sentence halfway, picking up the jacket from the floor. He pushed you down on the bed, grabbing your wrists in his hands, before pushing you back up to the headboard. Then he took the jacket up to your hands, tying one side to the headboard of the King sized bed, and the other end around your hands. "There we go, all tied up and gorgeous for me. Do your wrists burn with my name baby? Do you like how my name is tied onto your skin?" he asked, eyeing how the 'HAMILTON' part of the jacket was tied around your wrist. "I bet you like it don't you? That stinging sensation? I cannot wait to taste you my love, all wet and dripping for me" he continued, moving down to press his lips to your neck. He pushed his tongue out onto your skin, sucking the spot before licking over the spot repeatedly, letting his teeth sink onto a pulse point, shifting in his pants when his cock twitched at the moan that fell from your lips.

He ventured lower and lower, till he reached your chest, taking your nipple into his mouth, licking the sensitive nub, letting his teeth graze your areola. Above him, you were struggling against your bonds, wrists straining against their restraints., desperate to touch him, to feel his skin and his glorious muscles under your hands, but you couldn't, because your hands were bound, literally, "Oh my god please Lew, please let me touch you, please I need to touch you baby" "Not yet princess. You were a bad girl, and bad girls get punished my love. I'm not going to let you even graze my hand, if you don't shut that pretty little mouth of yours, before I do it for you" he growled back, feeling his own arousal grow as you whimpered again. He let his fingers fondle your other nipple, tweaking and pulling before taking it into his mouth too, as you felt the wetness run down your leg, soaking into the bedsheet.

Moaning again, you pressed your thighs together, desperate for some friction to relieve you of the throbbing pain in your core, the amount of arousal you were feeling making you feel like you were drowning in some sort of strong sea current, as Lewis's lips travelled lower, and his breath fanned over your throbbing cunt. "I can't wait to taste you my love" and with that he dived in, giving you almost no time to adjust, as he fucked you with his tongue, and his fingers toyed with your clit, sending you towards your high, before biting the sensitive bud softly "You taste like fucking candy love" "Oh fuck fuck fuck Lewis, I'm gonna -" you managed to gasp out as the gasp turned into scream of frustration when he pulled away. "What the fuck? Why'd you do that?!" you gasped out, chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Because like I told you, bad girls get punished" he replied, shoving his pants down his legs, before leaning over and grabbing a condom, pulling his calvin keins down his thighs, as his cock sprang free, smirking when you moaned at the sight, "Taking a good look baby?" he asked, crawling over to you. "You're just really gorgeous" you replied, straining against the jacket. "I know" he replied, pushing his rings off of his fingers. "No don't. Keep on em. I like em" you said, earning a smirk from the man again. "Want me to fuck you with my rings on? I'd love to" he said, watching as you squirmed again.

"Baby please let me touch you, I want to touch you so bad, please!" you practically begged, tears of frustration filling your eyes. "No baby. I'm going to fuck you with your hands tied and I'm going to mark you up" he replied, sliding the condom on and leaning over you, positioning his cock at your entrance. "Ready baby?" he asked,smiling a little as you nodded, the both of you moaning in sync when he pushed into you, your walls clenching onto his cock, as he settled into you, moaning when he sunk into you bit by bit. He gave you a few seconds to adjust, before he pulled out, making you let out half a moan and look at him questioningly, before he slammed back into you. You weren't expecting that, and a strangled scream left your lips when he filled you to the hilt, before bottoming out in you, hips snapping repeatedly into you, his cock moving inside you.

You moans and groans echoed off the walls, as your hands burned, the desperation in you threatening to drown you again. "oh my god, you feel so good, you fuck me so good, now baby please let me touch you!" you practically screamed, your voice catching when he angled his thrusts so the tip hit your g spot repeatedly. "Okay my love, you deserve it now. My baby desreves to touch me now, doesn't she?" "Yes please, especially when you fuck me this good, almost too good to be true" you stammered out clenching down on his cock again, feeling the slight stutter of his hips as you did. Lewis reached up to untie you, letting the jacket fall to the floor, and moaning when your hands dug into his back, scratching down his back, as he hissed at the feeling, loving the feeling of your nails raking down his back. "Fuck baby, do that again" he growled. "Only if you choke me" you moaned back, feeling him stutter again, and let out a moan.

His eyes widened, not completely used to you being so bold, but loving the wild side you let out. He reached up, wrapping his hand around your neck and squeezing a little, groaning when you let out a choked moan. "Harder" you moaned, feeling his cock twitch in you. "Oh fucking hell baby, I didn't know you liked it rough" he moaned, tightening his grip on your neck, cutting the air off ever so softly, snapping his hips into you faster, as your nails raked down your back even harder, leaving marks that would definitely hurt the next morning.

"That feels so good, oh my god, I love you so much" you gasped out wrapping your hand around his, causing him to squeeze a little harder. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum my love" Lewis moaned, groaning when you moved your hips thrusting up to meet his thrusts. 'Oh fuck" Lewis groaned, before releasing into you ,his finger reaching down to rub your clit repeatedly. Your moans echoed in the room, as he pinched your clit, as you squirted all over his cock.

Panting, Lewis sunk down next to you, chest rising and falling. "That was so good" you gasped out, resting your head on his chest. "Was that too much? Did I hurt you?" he asked, kissing your forehead. "No no I loved it. You should do that more often" you mumbled. Just as Lewis leaned in to kiss you, there was a knock at the door, making the both of you jump apart. "Are the both of you done yet?" a voice asked, making you blush. "Oh my god. We forgot about the guests!" you gasped, making Lewis laugh, as he kissed you softly. "I know which one I'd rather do again" he mumbled, laughing when you kissed him back. "Don't go for round two, atleast let us leave first!" the voice yelled again, as Lewis stood up from the bed to get dressed.

"Oh and by the way, you're wearing that jacket downstairs"

[swindle-comic]

was it hard trying to develop certain details for each chapter, plot point by plot point, or did you initially know where you were headed and just fill in as you went (or, ongoing i guess, since youre still writing)? as someone who's writing for a comic i'm curious to see others' creative processes

Hmmm. Well I've known since Ty was created how the story kicks off and how the story ends. All the stuff in the middle is littered with potholes that have been gradually filling themselves in over the last two years. So a lot of stuff is blurry but I know the basic idea of how the next handful of chapters go and a fuzzy haze of all the chapters after that. So I start off with just this vague list of bullet points on what needs to happen and then once I sit down and tackle the process of actually writing a script its like

Like Ty swindling Louie. Set in stone since the very beginning. I consider this the original opening from back when the story was a structureless blob.

The actual chapter one was slipped into the narrative before the Swindling Incident because it was necessary in introducing teenage Louie and establishing his Whole Deal. He's adjusting well to high school, (in his own way) he's still a smooth talking opportunist, and his confidence has grown tremendously since the show to the point where it's bordering on arrogance and he needs a bit of a reality check. This whole chapter was a breeze to write cause it's all about characterization and nothing plot relevant.

I remember being a little stumped on how to establish Louie's interest in finding a boyfriend as this was a comic, not a fic, and I couldn't show the reader everything that was going on inside his head. And then I realized how dumb I was cuz Louie was always intended to shoot his family a quick text, only for them to text back that they couldn't join him for lunch. So the boyfriend exposition could be dropped there too. AND it gave me a chance to write character establishing introductions for Dewey, Webby and Lena. So, what was originally a quick moment of exposition, less than a page at most, evolved into this huge scene. This same thing ends up happening A LOT.

Had no trouble with the Scrooge scene since that was also set in stone since the beginning. You can't just give Louie a Goldie without hearing Scrooge's thoughts on it. It's his God given right to be the first one to comment on the matter. It CAN be quite tricky to write in Scrooge's voice but that's unrelated.

Then with the triplets bit, my basic premise going in was "Louie is pissed. He updates his brothers on the situation. Ty lore explained via Dewey, leading to Kit lore." So the purpose of this scene is completely expositional. But nobody wants to read a scene that is clearly shoehorned in to spoonfeed you information. I want it to be funny and and interesting and dynamic and character-driven.

BOYD was thrown in

1.) To spice things up

2.) To introduce him early on cuz if I didn't, he would not appear for a really really long time.

3.) Because I love him.

And I added the whole scene before Louie barges in to further establish Huey and Dewey as their own people, who aren't just NPCs who T-Pose in their bedroom until Mr Protagonist Louie shows up to give the story a purpose.

And then after he shows up and the plot resumes, I tried very hard to keep all of them in character, even when there were three of them bouncing off each other, which can be very hard to write sometimes.

So like, the plot points weren't the hard part here. I knew what plot points I had to include. It was delivering the plot points in a fun and natural feeling way that got tricky.

And another thing I need to be conscious of in every scene with the ducks is "Does this feel Ducktales-ish?" which is. Very hard. Because obviously the triplets aren't gonna act the exact same as they did in the show. They're older, they've developed a little more. So I need to stray a little further and have them act in ways they probably wouldn't act in the show but also I can't go so far that they're unrecognizable from their canon counterparts, yknow?

So in conclusion: the plot points come naturally cuz they've been decided for years now. Lots of other stuff? Hard. Lots of more hard stuff to come. But we're learning as we go. I do not think this was what you're original question meant but I'm very bad at staying focused so here is a tangent.

[augustheart]

re jsa fistfight vs. retire post- Challenge of ranking: who needs to be Immediately Beaten the Fuck Out to Time-Out Corner. why? because I am seeking violence and I suspect the old guard are near the top. (also bonus points: top two jsaers who need to retire for their own health.)

assorted jsa members ranked by how badly i want to fistfight them:

alan. don't even think i could win i just need to attack him with vicious intent.

hawkman. fuck you hawkman you know what you did

rex tyler may be the world's first transmasc absent father but i'm about to become the world's first transmasc to beat up the world's first transmasc absent father

ted knight. yes i understand that the point of him is that he changes his ways and relearns how to be a father to jack. i don't care anytime i reread early starman '94 i want to kick his knees in

the spectre for what he represents and also for making me endure day of vengeance

power girl :( i'm sorry karen i know you would not do this if it weren't for geoff johns' sinful hand but i do think you should be punched for most of early jsa '07.

jay as a sign of the warrior's respect and also because he deserves to be punched in the face sometimes

ted grant as a sign of warrior's respect and also because he deserves to be punched in the face sometimes 2

hector gets dug up and i kill him again for the crime of being the most annoying bore in existence.

libby chambers ranks here because i give deadbeat moms a pass sometimes

slap al in the face for lilah sturges writing reasons

ma hunkel. i cannot win and i do not intend to i just think it'd be a good way to show affection to her. ranked so low because she's done nothing wrong and would break every single one of my bones

sand because i feel bad for leaving him out

mr. terrific but again, i would Lose, and then i would get his autograph and frame it

people who are generally spared: i have zero beef with charles and pieter, it's like the warrior's respect seen above but instead it's the falconer's respect. todd and jennie are safe because i like them. i could never hurt ty he is like a brother to me. al pratt is my short king representation so i have to give him a pass. and of course my best friend loves hawkgirl so i cannot lift a hand against her.

collective baby tier: grant, tom, maxine, courtney, jakeem, billy, i guess technically jen was on the team so her too. ranked below the spares because i would never hurt them whereas i could be convinced to fight the people above. minus ty <3

don't assume i forgot anyone for this list i either don't even feel the need to specify that i'm sparing them (dinah, kent nelson, so on) or hardly remember their existence in the first place (magog, so on).

top two people in line for retirement:

nate heywood. no further statement necessary.

rick tyler quit your Fucking superheroism career become an elementary school art teacher. while i legitimately think it would've been interesting if he'd actually quit circa infinity inc calgary murder moment and then never gone back, i don't think i want that to have happened. realistically i wish he'd quit in the mid 2000s and become a full time wifeguy. [insert that panel of rick telling roy that he's stopped taking pills and has instead begun injecting the substance he is addicted to directly into his veins and roy being like "ok. well. i will still be your sponsor" here.]

bonus: grant but not permanently. i think he needs to re-examine what heroism means to him, however at the end of the day i think he not only truly wants to be a superhero but finds meaning in using powers that literally mean self-destruction to help others. this could've happened offpage while he was staying with roy's family however it apparently didn't because then we got jsa '07.

[druidx]

Find the Word Tag Game

Tagged by @spacetimewraithwrites, TY!

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Your words are: odyssey, grave, wish, warden, cat

Taking these again from The MOW Files Novel.

Gross

Falter

[Gurn] sliced open the envelope and withdrew a single sheet of real, tree-pulped paper. He reflected for a moment on how unusual it was to receive an actual letter, handwritten and all. But then, electronic paranoia was an Organisation speciality. There was one line on the page: 'Come home. Come soon.' Gurn flipped the page over, held it up to the light for a watermark, but there was nothing else. It wasn't even addressed to him. Anger flared at the curt summons before he thought of his Dad, an unsuspecting old man, and it faltered. He thought of Asuka and the anger died. At that moment the no-fly ban lift came through and Gurn made up his mind. He carefully folded the paper in quarters, left his cabin and threw it down the waste chute.

Necessary

"Everything all right?" Asuka asked as she approached. Gurn handed her a wine glass, his face stormy. "I'd quite like to deck that man, Teo, but sure, everything's peachy," he retorted. Asuka took a sip of the wine. "Believe me, that will not be necessary. I just delivered a sucker punch to his pride." Gurn raised an eyebrow. "Let's just say that Teo will now have a healthy respect for the power of a woman's grief." Gurn gave her a sideglance. "Sometimes you make me wonder if I should be scared to be a guy."

Greet

The next morning Asuka was up before Gurn, cooking breakfast. "Morning," Gurn grunted as he came into the kitchen. "Good morning, G," she greeted him, all trace of her sadness gone. "Sleep well?" "Surprisingly so, yes. I can't remember the last time I slept in anything that wasn't a bunk on the Narin." "Good." Asuka smiled widely at him. "Here's your breakfast. Eat up, tiger." Gurn frowned. "You seem suspiciously cheerful this morning. What's up?" Asuka turned, eyes darting as she gesticulated with a spatula. "What? I'm not allowed to be in a good mood?" "No, it's not that…" "Then can it, and eat up." "Ma'am, yes ma'am." Gurn grinned at her. Asuka mock scowled back. As he ate, Asuka finished up and put her cooking things in the dishwasher, before perching on the stool next to his. She let him get almost through his meal before speaking again. "So, ah, we're going to have a small problem," Asuka said. Gurn frowned, as he reached for his coffee. Asuka continued, "You know I said we were likely to get invited to a bunch of parties?" Gurn nodded. "Well, I sort of overestimated the number of people who-" she adopted a squeaky voice, clasping her hands to her chest "-are all just so thrilled I'm back." In her normal voice, Asuka continued, "Even if I refused nine of ten invites, we'd still be looking at ten parties." "Wait. What's all this 'we'?" Gurn asked. "Ah. Hmm. Yeah." Asuka scratched her nose, looking down. "All the invites are for Ms Rackell and her 'charming escort'." Gurn looked at her blankly. "That's you, by the way. You're my charming escort."

Strange

"Asuka got you on Titan…?" Ressa prompted. "Yeah, uh. We met in a pub. I heard her talking with some people about going to Mars, going home. I approached her, asking come with her. Miraculously she agreed." Gurn tried to look relieved. Ressa sat now, studying him with a frown. "There are not many MOW controlled drinking outlets on Titan," she said, her eyes narrowing. Gurn raised an eyebrow. "How do you know that?" he asked, surprised at her knowledge of somewhere so distant. "Jimkala had to ship some parts from out there. I had to deal with his fixer who cursed up a storm about how there was nowhere to get a drink, except the tiny hotel bar. But that's not what's really important." Gurn nervously took another sip of his drink; Asuka was going to kill him. Ressa was giving him a very strange look, halfway between disgust and curiosity. "You're a Freelancer?" she said finally.

[crowtrinkets]

A World Knowing You Aren’t in it

Prompt request from @mouselungs​ 

*forehead kiss* ty for that sweet sweet angst 

I wrote this at 1-2 am after watching a sad movie so uh yea I take my angst v seriously lol

Gender Neutral Pronouns for Apprentice, He/They Pronouns for Asra

Word Count: 2,208

I push my way into my shop, unwrapping my scarf from around my face. I take a deep slow breath of the not-so-fresh air mixed with dust and magical goods long since past their expiration. Wearing face coverings, just to go shopping in the market is necessary but I can't help but miss the days I could breathe in the fresh scents of spices and my favorite pumpkin bread without worry of getting sick.

"Asra? I'm back," I call out. I hear thumping traveling from the second floor and down the steps. A cloud of fluffy white hair pokes out from behind a curtain.

"Welcome home," he gives me a warm smile to which I return with my own.

"They were out of potatoes, something about merchants being scared of trade with Vesuvia," I follow them back up the stairs carrying my basket, sparse with groceries.

"I can't say I blame them," Asra mumbles to themself. I only hum in response, not wanting to push this topic further.

Asra has talked about leaving many times, but we had yet to do so, if we had the means we could but, there's no money in magic that can't heal a plague. Placing my basket on the counter of our kitchenette I pull out the food items I bought. Asra snatches an apple and bites into it but then grimaces.

"This apple is soft, like it's been left out," he goes to throw out the apple but I catch his arm.

"Don’t throw it out, if they're too soft I could make a cobbler or something out of them," taking the apple from Asra's hand I place it in a bowl with the other fruit I purchased.

"Oh, but they were out of sugar… maybe they're sweet enough on their own?" I mumble to myself.

"There's no need to go back out just for sugar, I'm sure we'll manage without it," Asra says with a smile that doesn't reach their eyes. They grab the lettuce I pulled from the basket out of my hand.

"Why don't I put these away while you go take a bath hmm? Wash the city air off of you," I give Asra a short nod and head off to the bathroom to wash up.

Suddenly feeling the weight of my day, running all the possible errands I can at once, so I am exposed less to the outside. I grab a towel from our tiny linen closet and pass by to give Faust chin scratches.

"Have you been bundled up here all day?" I question. She only responds by slithering closer so she can lean into my scratches. Her movement causes a blanket to fall, revealing a pile of books under it. My curiosity is piqued and I pick one up to read its cover. "Nopal Desert" it reads. I pick a map that was underneath it, depicting the better part of Vesuvia and surrounding territories. Nopal circled in ink. I hear Asra humming while he opens and closes the cabinets in the other room. I elect to bring it up after my bath.

The water is hot, almost too hot for my liking, but its burn soothes me in a way. Making me feel something other than the heavy burden that lays on the whole city's shoulders. I let myself sink down until the water cradles my head. Curling up so my whole body is submerged. I stare at the ceiling, watching the steam from the bath slowly rise, allowing condensation to sit on the wooden beams. I didn't bother to open the window so the bathroom could stay dry. I'll do that afterward. The water cups my ears, muffling the already quiet streets outside. My mind travels back to the books and maps I saw earlier. Was Asra trying to get us to leave? I explained in the past that I can't afford to pay rent on my shop and pay rent in a whole new area. Vesuvia is unsafe but the shop is my home, my lively hood. I can't give it up. I lie there, pondering and contemplating until the water has become lukewarm. My body aches after laying in the tub for far too long. After drying off my body and getting dressed I exit the bathroom, not bothering to stop my hair from dripping all over me. 

I walk towards my bed, finding the books and maps, untouched, and staring at me. I let out a frustrated sigh and collect the items.

I walk into the kitchen to find Asra nursing a cup of tea, and gazing out the window. They haven't noticed me yet. His eyes stare longingly out at the night sky. Sad and distant. I quietly approach and gently place the items on the table. Asra looks up at me in surprise. Neither one of us talks for a while. I clear my throat.

"What are these?" I motion to the map with the large black circle around the words that very obviously do not say Vesuvia. Asra places his cup down and fully faces me.

"Well I thought we could… stay there, I've heard the plague isn't present there and we could go, we could be safe and not have to worry about wearing face coverings just to go shopping," Asra's demeanor becomes meek the more he talks. I let out a sigh and collapse into the nearest chair.

"Asra I told you, I can't afford to keep my shop if I'm not here to work in it,"

"I can help you!" Asra says, straightening a little. "I-I've been painting masks to raise money, and we could go to Nopal for a few months, I could sell masks out there and you can have a makeshift shop in the desert," Asra reaches for my hand, taking it and rubbing his thumb across my knuckles. I give him a tired look.

"Asra, it's not that I doubt that you couldn't help me pay, it's just… Vesuvia is my home, our home, and I can't just leave at the drop of a hat like you," Asra winces and pulls away.

"Who knew you thought so little of me," he mumbles. I mentally kick myself for my choice of words.

"I'm sorry that’s not what I meant," I bring my head into my palm and lean my elbow on the table.

"What I'm trying to say is this is my home and I want to protect it so… I've decided I want to study medicine, to help with the plague," I look up to meet Asra's eyes. Their face pales and they sit back in their chair.

"Oh," is all he manages to say. I sit up fully and bring my hands into my lap, wringing them nervously together.

"I could use my magic to help too, and I want to be able to help the people, just like I did when I had people coming by regularly for magical ailments," I try to say something, anything to get Asra to stop looking at me the way he is. Scared, confused, frustrated, maybe even a little mad. He suddenly rises, his chair squeaking along the floor as it's pushed back.

"Asra please," I say barely above a whisper. Asra walks over the kitchenette and paces before turning to me, expression full of pain.

"That… That’s a terrible idea," he says. I suddenly feel taken aback.

"What wanting to help?" I say. Asra's face twists.

"You'll get sick, you'll… You will get hurt, you won't be safe!" he exclaims, starting to pace once again.

"There are people dying Asra I can't just sit around and let it happen! I want to do something, we can do something, we're both magicians!" I rise from my chair so I can fully face Asra as he frantically paces and runs his hands through his hair.

"How are we supposed to survive then, being exposed every day?" Asra looks me in the eye, his expression one of distress.

"Asra we're barely getting by as is," I motion to the bowl of fruit that I was organizing earlier. "The food isn't fresh, we have to go shopping all in one day so we don't risk exposure, and I am barely scraping by with my rent on the shop!" I let out an exasperated huff, folding my arms.

"I told you I would help you, I can sell masks, I can do fortune-telling just not here," Asra enunciates that last word by sharply pointing to the ground to make their point.

"I want to help, Asra… I want to be here," I shift awkwardly in place looking down at my feet. A lump begins to form in my throat, making it hard to breathe. Asra approaches me and places his hands on my forearms in an attempt to soothe me.

"Please, we can't stay here, let's just leave to where it's safe," He pleads, barely above a whisper. I slowly shake my head. Asra leans into me, trying to look into my eyes. His violet eyes, specked with tears in the corners.

"Why don't I help the people here? A-and you can stay home and make money off your painted masks," I say meeting his eyes.

"No, no no no," Asra begins to speak over me. He pulls away and faces his back to me, running his hands across his face.

"Asra I can't force you to stay here but you can't force me to leave," I say making my voice stern, hoping he understands my point. Asra quickly whips around tears falling down his face.

"Then how am I supposed to protect you!" he shouts. My breath hitches and I take a step back, my calves hitting the chair I was previously sitting on. The room grows eerily silent from his out burst.

"You can't protect me from everything, especially not this," I say, my own tears threatening to fall.

"Yes, I can! If you would just listen to me and leave! We could be safe," he approaches me, hands reaching out to me. I put my own hand up, stopping him from getting closer.

"Asra, I've made up my mind about this I'm not going anywhere," my chest aches, I want to leave with him, I want to leave because I'm scared. But I know I can help these people and I can't let my fears stop me.

"Please, you'll die," his voice cracks.

"If it saves the lives of even just a few people, then maybe was worth it,"

"No, you are too important to me!" they plead.

"Asra I have made up my mind! Nothing you can say will change it!" my volume begins to rise. Asra pleads my name and approaches once again gently grabbing my hands.

"Please it will kill you,"

"Asra..." my heart pounds in my chest.

"I can't live in a world knowing you aren't in it!"

"No Asra!" tears form in my eyes and my voice starts to crack.

"You will die-"

"Then death is better than this life we are living!" I shout. I didn't mean to. But I became so overwhelmed my temper flared-up. Asra takes a step back, releasing my hands.

"Is that how you feel," he says. I can't bring myself to answer, the lump in my throat has grown 3 times in size, swallowing my voice. "Very well," Asra turns away from me. Grabbing various clothing items as he goes. He disappears around a corner and I can hear him rummaging. I take in a painful deep breath. Wiping my tears as they fall. Asra comes back in with a bag, shoving items inside angrily, my eyes are too cloudy to fully see what he's doing but I can tell.

He's packing to leave.

"Asra," I croak. "Where are you going?" my voice comes out pathetically, as I try to compose myself. But my heart races in my chest. Asra ignores my question and continues to put items in multiple bags. All his clothes, his trinkets, their books. Anything they can carry.

"Asra please," I drag my feet as I try to follow him, but I can't stop the waterfall of tears escaping me. 

Asra finally stops in the middle of the room, passing me. He has multiple bags on both shoulders. I stand at the hallway entrance and watch him. Faust quickly slithers out from behind me, Asra crouches allowing her to climb up his arm. He takes his hat off the hook and places it on his head. I stumble towards him reaching out.

"Asra I'm… I'm so-" their eyes meet mine, cold, angry, pained. I stop in my tracks

"This is the grave you made yourself, I will not be there to watch you get buried," he says. His voice cracking. Without another word, Asra turns and goes down the stairs and into my shop. 

I can only gawk in silence, in disbelief that he actually left. The wall-shaking slam of the door breaks me from my shock. I grip the fabric of my top, just over my heart. Feeling as though it has broken in two. I sink to the floor and sob, harder than I ever have because a piece of my heart has left me.