#if there is a nest or like a hole big enough for these guys to continuously get in then. i will not be happy camper to say least

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theres a posibility of a bug nest being in room. i am gonna be so normal about this <-lies

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Rigor Mortis (part 4)

College roommate!Miguel O'Hara x reader

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Part 3, Part 5

summary: You get your laptop fixed... eventually.

warnings: smut!! (finally lmfao) masturbation, mutual masturbation, tiny bit of voyeurism, recreational drug use, dry humping, etc 18+ Minors DNI

a/n: caught up to where the og oneshot ends so i wanted to switch it up!!

Thank you to my beta readers, @tianyhi and @urgonnaneedabiggership (they also write Miguel fics, I highly recommend! my favourite is this series), I couldn't have done it without you guys <3

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wc: 6.8k (still in shock i wrote all this lmfao, i'm strictly a <4k words kinda gal)

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lips black and blue and gold.

You're frustrated. Bouncing off the walls, head spinning; and it's for a couple of reasons. 

First off: you haven't managed to find a laptop. Money you've worked damn hard for, and you can't really afford a new one. With moving around, you've burnt through quite a bit of your emergency fund. Enough to convince yourself you'll be just fine with a pen and paper in class, and the Google docs on your phone when desperate. It might actually force you to go to the library instead of half assing assignments the night before, you think. 

And there's your lab book, which you were smart enough to back up on your computer, but guess what? That's fucked; probably taken apart and sold for scraps by Miguel's mysterious friend , who you've conveniently never even heard of and–

"Just ask for an extension." He says, feet up on the sofa. Oddly enough, you've been doing that more often; spending time together. He's not holed up in his room as much, and spends time studying on the dining table, or pretending not to watch the soaps you've got on TV. 

"You're overthinking it. Explain the situation, chula, and it'll be fine." He doesn't even look up, just throws the statement in your direction like the lazy pass of a ball. 

You scoff, because he's right, and go back to overthinking. You think you can copy out the ruined half of your labbook by hand, and if you beg your OChem teacher for an extra credit project then–

"If I let you use my laptop, will you stop doing that?" 

"Doing what?" You frown as he walks over, and reaches to gently pull your hands apart. He turns your palms over, pointing at the raw edges of your fingernails. 

" That. " Mindlessly, you'd been picking at your fingernails, without even noticing. Looking up at him, he rolls his eyes. 

"...is that a yes?" You nod, hesitant, and catch the hint of a smile as he pads off to his room. 

When he returns, open laptop in hand, he thrusts it into your arms - and sits himself back onto the sofa. This time, he splays out facing you, avocado socks resting on your knee. You fight the urge to push him off, a small price to pay in return for his moment of kindness. He's been doing that more often now, slightly more touchy and maybe even… comfortable around you. Eyes flickering up towards him, you catch his. His brows knead together, and you return your attention to the screen just as quickly. 

You're going through the motions, more or less, logging into your college's portal and drafting up quick emails to send to your lecturers. But it's when you open up a new tab, that you see something at the top of the screen and pause. Mouse hovering over an incognito tab, hidden in a nest of referencing websites and scientific journals; it's there. Bold letters, in all caps: WOMAN POUNDED BY BIG BEEFY–

You shouldn't. You really, really shouldn't. Once again, you look up at Miguel, and he couldn't care less; tapping away at his phone, only stopping to look at the TV. Nevertheless, you shift to hide the laptop screen from him. But you're not going to look, or anything. You know better than to take a look at your roommates porn habits, the stuff he drools over whilst he fucks his fist; a big, dextrous palm wrapped around his shaft. 

You've done it. Clicked on the tab and nothing's exploded, as of yet. You turn down the brightness, with some shame, as if to make the paused video less explicit. But the image stays, a woman folded under the weight of the man above – in the middle of bullying his fat cock into her pussy. It's amateur; hot and sweaty and sticky, with only the woman fully visible. You suppose your curiosity's been sated, but you can't help but think…

…the woman. She looks like you. 

Tilting your head, you can't help but see the resemblance. Not the exact same of course - but her hair is similar, body type, skin tone, eyes. It's not close enough to be weird, you guess, but it's enough that that thought stays - burrows into you like an earthworm into an apple. Scrolling down, you see other videos, with the same woman, other women that look like you - the telltale red bar of watched videos. Evidence, but not really, and it makes you heat up. Your mouth goes dry, and you look over to him: only able to concentrate on the hand he's got spread out at his belly, the brown flesh peeking out - and how it looks just like the one on the base of the woman's stomach in the video. 

"...everything ok?" He's looking at you, suddenly; and you attempt to click over to your original tab, discreetly. 

He doesn't seem to notice, padding over to your side and leaning into your shoulder. 

"Yeah, no, I just…" All you can manage is a nervous smile. "The screen froze, so…"

"Oh." He gives the track pad a swipe. "Seems fine to m–" 

He freezes up slightly, and you watch as his eyes flick up the screen. The laptop is eased out of your hands, and he gives a few quick clicks. By the time it's back in your lap, the offending tab is gone. Imperceptible, his jaw shifts. 

"...Should be okay now."

You hum, a little amused at the display. He's seemingly unfazed, his little slip up notwithstanding, and leans back to lie up against you. Obnoxious, he splays onto the sofa cushions, his weight practically smothering you as you fight to push him off. You think he likes it – it's the only possible explanation – and gets off from watching you squirm. He seems desperate for a reaction, a child pushing boundaries and pressing buttons to see what exactly makes you tick. 

And that's the second thing: it works . He's  more touchy, and just as insufferable – jumping at any excuse to be near you, it seems. Miguel has a tendency to hover, follow you around the apartment as you talk aimlessly, and you do the same. You sit by against the doorway to the kitchen whilst he makes dinner; he floats around the door to your room when you try to study. In fact, you've spoken to your roommate more in the past week than you have in the past month; about anything and everything. Sometimes, he actually tells you where he goes during the day; off to lectures of his own, another tutoring session or his basically-an-unpaid-job of an internship. In your words, it seems like with the shit they make him do at Alchemex, he may as well be a full employee: with way fewer perks and a distinct paycut. It's almost as if they're paying for my degree, he says with an eye roll, practically hanging off your door frame. 

He does that a lot, now: arms drawn upwards to lean from the oak trim. Especially during lazy mornings in - he'll hang on the frame, and move to tug at your heel, waking you up despite fervent protest. Ultimately, it's a kindness and you don't know how to tell him how much you appreciate it; as he wakes you up on time to get to the library in good stead. You're still waiting on that laptop, debating whether or not to bite the bullet; but for now Miguel obliges, letting you borrow his now and then. 

He's not nice, you think his tongue is much too sharp for that; but he is kind, giving you some grace you're not too sure you deserve. It's more than what you've been given in a relationship of 4 years, and you don't know how to feel about it. 

Well, you do. Your talk on the living room floor not so long ago flipped a switch and all of a sudden you're paying attention to your roommate; really, really looking at him. He is very, very pretty; with a tendency for lingering touches disguised as something else. And you're out of practice: horny, frustrated, stressed. With the way he touches you; a hand on your back to greet you, a squeeze of your shoulder to tease, bare legs across yours on the sofa; it's a lethal combo. 

And here you are, headphones on, prepping to take a dildo. Incredibly self-indulgent, but you need it . You don't quite have the emotional stability for a one night stand (you think if someone touches you just right, you'll fall in love), but this dry spell has taken its toll. 

It wasn't just after the break up, either. Mismatched libidos had felt like a steady death knoll. Realistically, you knew Jaime was always too tired after a placement, but it didn't make you feel wanted. You just want to be desirable and fucked within an inch of your life – was that too much to ask? 

As a result, your toy drawer had grown: vibrators and dildos, clit-suckers and g-spot strokers; crude once said aloud, but all in search of something. With the stress of school and Miguel, Schrodinger's slut ; it's a wonder you haven't cracked it open earlier. 

You're on the floor, its purple base suctioned to the hardwood and towels to cushion your knees. Lower half completely exposed, it's an art , porn on your phone to complete the visage. The screen is smaller than that of the laptop you're used to, only providing some stimulation. And so, as you sink down on its silicone length, you can't help but think back to the sofa - and the videos squirrelled away on an incognito tab. Miguel, hunched over and fisting his cock to someone that looks like you; maybe even thinking of you – although the jury's still out, on that one. 

But you keep it close to your chest, rub your clit to the thought of it: you're his type, and maybe he'd fuck into you like the man on your screen. Broad, gorgeous shoulders and you wonder how pretty he'd look with scratches littered down his back, or hickeys sucked into skin: lips plump and messy and swollen. 

"Oh, fuck," You say it under your breath, knowing that whilst Miguel is out of the house, it still feels odd to put your lips around the pleasure that thinking of him gives. 

You speed up, the slap of thighs ringing out into your bedroom. The dildo is around 6 inches, sizeable; but you can't help but wonder how it compares to Miguel's. He might even be bigger; thicker, most definitely; and you bet his cock is just as pretty as he is. Oh fuck, and he'd tease; press into your hole just to snatch it away at the last second, rubbing persistent circles at your clit. You hear his voice in your head, the low grunts and groans you've memorised from all those nights he's spent with other girls. 

"Miguel,"  You're moaning shamelessly now. "...f-fuck, please–" 

There must be something electric in the way he fucks: with the litany of girls in and out of his bedroom, what keeps them coming back? He must talk them through it, whispering filth with his plush lips against their ear, and you wonder what he'd say to you. God , you'd give anything to hear it him say, just once, how beautiful he thinks you are; for him to wrap his hand around your neck and pull you close. You want him to fuck you; hard and deep and desperate. 

With that, your pace quickens and you gush around the toy. A spasm of limbs, and you're clamping down on the silicone – an orgasm that leaves you breathless and heaving. You convince yourself it's the taboo of it: fucking yourself to the thought of your roommate, after listening to his grunts and groans for the past couple weeks. He started it … thin walls, and all that. 

You ignore the want that lays stubborn at the pit of your stomach, riding through stuttering spasms as your orgasm winds down. You're touch starved, that's all, and Miguel's the closest warm body to latch onto. Nothing more, nothing less. Groaning, you shift, picking up your hips to gear up for another round. Just once more, so you know for sure. 

Thin walls. The sound leaks into your roommate's bedroom. But with your headphones on, you can't hear the sounds that echo back: Miguel O'Hara, back home early, with an ear pressed to the wall and desperately pumping his cock. 

~~~

"I'm not completely convinced, to be honest." You're in Miguel's car, tongue sticking out as you fiddle around with the dials. 

His gaze flicks over, and bats your paws off the dashboard. Flopping into your seat, you watch as he turns up the AC and switches the radio, as if reading your mind. 

"You really think I'd go through all this trouble?" He scoffs. "Bundle your ass out of the house and drive all the way here to…. do what exactly?" 

"Assert dominance in our shared ecosystem." You say it with finality, and he scrunches up his face in confusion. 

"...what does that even mean?" 

"Like in that nature doc you were watching the other day." 

"Well, the point was that spiders aren't hierarchical in the traditional sense. They form colonies that are… quasi-social, if anything, and–" He pauses. "Wait. You were paying attention?" 

You shrug. "I thought it was interesting." 

"Seriously?" 

"...no, not really."

You laugh as he pulls over to park, in a space next to what looks like an apartment complex. It looks way nicer than your place, with sandy brick and hedges that look well kept. Your laughter peters off. Miguel looks decidedly not amused. 

He opens the car door and clambers out as you scramble for the seatbelt. To your surprise, he opens the door for you; stretching out a hand for stability as you get out. When you both walk over to the intercom, your palm burns with his touch, and flexes with the memory of it. It's becoming a problem, his hands. You push down the beginnings of a hazy daydream. He presses a panel, waiting for the buzz. 

"Lyla? Could you let us up?" 

He waves demurely to the camera, and the receiver clicks. A cheery voice rings back. 

"...Us? Who's us, Miggy? Did you finally find a girl that puts up with your shit?" Her voice is singsong, teasing. With a smile, you watch as Miguel bristles, speaking into the slick panel. 

"My roommate, Jesus, Ly–" He says the next bit a little rushed, turning away slightly as if you still can't hear her loud and clear. "I thought we went through this, you can't keep trying to embarassmeeverytimeI–" 

She talks over him towards the end, rapid-fire banter that you can barely make out. 

"You never come and visit, except when it's 2am and you need to break into–" 

"Once! It was one time! Déjate, ya está bueno ya–" 

[Let it go, that's enough now–] 

"Let it go? No, no, absolutely not… what is it that you always say? It's the principle –" 

"Can you just fucking open the–" 

"What's the magic word?" 

He sighs, mouthing an apology to you. "Lyla–" 

"Magic. Word."

He mumbles. "Please." 

"Please what?" 

"Please could you open the fucking door."

There's a pause, and rustling over the intercom. The door buzzes open. 

In the elevator up, you keep quiet, trying your hardest not to burst out laughing. Miguel is visibly brooding; arms crossed and brow furrowed. 

"Don't." He says, with a pout you almost think is cute. Almost. 

"I'm trying really, really hard not to." You put your hands up, as if to surrender. "... Miggy."

"Fuck off." And then, a little softer. 

"...I told you I have friends."

~~~

You leave it at that until you're in Lyla'a apartment, when she opens and ushers you in. She looks exactly the way she sounds: pretty, mousy features, with her hair in short, choppy layers. She's bundled up into a plush white robe; heart-shaped sunglasses sliding down the tip of her nose. 

Miguel breezes past her, towards the murmuring voices you can just about make out in the front room. 

"Lovely to see you too, Miguel." It's under her breath, but when she turns towards you there's a twinkle in her eye. 

You introduce yourself, and she pulls you into a tight hug. 

"I know," She says. It's ominous, but her voice is light and airy. When you separate, she flashes a wide smile. "Lyla. It's nice to put a face to a name."

"Uhh, sorry. What?" She ushers you further into her apartment as you speak, confused. 

"Oh, Miggy talks about you all the time. Complaining , mostly, but in that way he gets when he's trying really, really hard to pretend he doesn't care. Like, he texted me yesterday and–" 

"Thaaat's enough." You feel hands on your shoulders, and all of a sudden, Miguel is steering you away from her grip. You stumble into her living room, so bright and airy your eyes have to adjust to the light that floods in. Looking around, her apartment is gorgeous; a spacious open plan, floor-to-ceiling windows with a prime view, and lush furniture. Everything about it screams expensive – especially in comparison to your paltry place. Maybe the shock is visible on your face, but you're in awe. She can't be much older than Miguel, right? She looks about the same age, mid-twenties, not too far-removed from college… and it isn't quite adding up. 

"How can she afford this? That's what you're thinking." There's a voice on the sofa that makes you blink. A young man with messy brown hair, a set jaw and 5 o'clock shadow calls out to you in between mouthfuls of pizza. "Lyla's… mmhgh… suuper fuckin' rich… mmfgh… that's how." 

It's then that you notice there are other people here, sprawled out on the sofa set; boxes of takeout on the side tables next to them. Of course Lyla's rich: only 20-somethings with money to spare have matching sofas. 

She's like Beetlejuice, or the Candyman, and pops up next to you when her name's said. 

"I work in tech! With a cute little job on Wall Street, and a part-time one white hat hacking." She clarifies. " Ethical hacking." 

She giggles like she's told a joke somewhere, and you nod – still not quite understanding. 

"...and some side gigs that aren't as ethical." A blond haired man next to Mouthful-Of-Pizza pipes up. "When are you going to introduce us, Miguel?" 

He's grumbling in the kitchen area, digging through the shelves for something. He returns with a bag of chips and dip in a container, flopping onto the zebra print throw pillows. Distracted, he waves a hand around the group noncommittally. 

"Uhh, Peter, Ben, Lyla." He gestures to you, saying your name, and then to himself; tearing open the bag at the same time. "-and Miguel. All done"

"My turn for questions, now," Miguel says, pointing at Lyla, looking at the boys to his side. "Is she…?"

"...super high? Most definitely." Lyla giggles at Ben's words, for good measure. 

"...right. Peter Parker, nice to meet you." He throws a thumb to the back of the sofa, where you notice a little mop of red curls peeking out. "And this is my little Mayday."

Peals of laughter erupt from behind him, and you notice grubby hands with a death grip to the cushion rest. Miguel leaps up, rushing to her side to help her up its back. 

"Ayyy dios mio." He scoops her up carefully, "Buenas, Arañita." 

Mayday is on his lap now, a little toddler of about 1 or 2, snaking herself around to hug Miguel's chest. She is certifiably the cutest thing you've ever seen: gap-toothed and giggly, with a smatter of freckles like someone's flicked a paintbrush across her nose. And with the way Miguel melts, you can die happy, knowing that you've seen the impossible: Miguel O'Hara, cooing and fussing over the little girl. 

"Arañita?" You ask, to no one in particular. 

"Itsy-bitsy spider." . ..is the sing-song, choral response from everyone but Miguel. They're mimicking his tone of voice, and he raises his head from May, looking around. 

"I don't sound- " 

"You do, dude." Peter sighs, tickling the little red head on the tummy; smiling as she collapses into bright laughter. "I don't have a nickname, and I've known you waaay longer than she has."

Miguel covers her tiny little ears, and says, "Eres un pendejo, Parker . "

[you're a dipshit, Parker] 

The scraggly man sticks his tongue out in response, and May pulls at his hair for good measure. He yelps, and Miguel passes her over to her Dad. The scene is funny, for sure, but you feel it's warmth more than anything. God, you can tell they've loved and laughed with each other for years; the kind of friendship you'd kill to have. 

"We just need whatever's left of her laptop, Lyla," He's blunt, batting away long forgotten chips and dip. "...and then we'll get going. Wish I could stay longer, Arañita, but I've got some work to finish off."

May makes grabby hands at him, and you melt. Who knows how Miguel can stay strong in the face of her big, round eyes. 

He gets up to stand next to you, arms crossed. The height difference is stark: his tall, solid frame towering over everyone else. It seems like an intimidation tactic, but you know him just well enough to tell: he's trying not to be swayed by puppy eyes and promises of food. 

"You just got here, Miggy." Lyla sighs. "We're going over prep for Jess', and we'll be two minutes, I swear."

"Oh?" His eyebrows light up. "I knew it! You were being evasive on the group chat, and Pete wasn't returning my calls…"

Huffing, he clasps his hand around yours, ready to storm out. "This is an ambush. A goddamn setup!" 

"Wait, Miguel, I need my-" 

"I'll pick it up later for you, okay?" It's said like an aside, so soft only you can hear it. With his hand around yours, it certainly feels more intimate than it should. And it seems like he realises a little too late, dropping your hand as your faces are mere inches away. 

"Um, we should… we should go." 

You look past him to the faces blinking at you guys, on the sofa. A pause, and then you're gulping down stubborn feelings to ask a question. 

"Jess' ? Is there a party, or something?" 

Lyla nods. "Yeah, and Miguel's meant to be picking up cake."

The man in question pinches his nose. "I can pick up the cake just fine. It's the whole… going to a party bit I'm not too keen on."

"Come onnn, you know Jess would love it."

"She'd love to blackmail me with some dumb shit I did drunk, that's for sure."

"It's her birthday, hardass ." Peter whispers that last bit, covering little May's ears like before. "She can have a little blackmail, as a treat."

"You're gonna say no to a surprise party ?" Ben echoes, shaking his head dramatically. 

"A surprise birthday?" You light up. "Miguel, you have to go."

His stony demeanor cracks, for a moment. You latch onto it, hellbent on wearing him down. He's always got his laptop out doing work, or cracking open a little notebook to prep a lab. When he's not at home, he's at that internship, or tutoring, or planning a tutoring session. Work, work, work; and you'll be dammed if you let him rot away in a little cage of his own machinations. 

"Come on, Miggy." You watch him bristle, prying at that little crack in the surface. This has to be done with finesse: present a challenge, and watch him scramble to prove you wrong. "You're telling me a couple of hours at a party's too much for you? That's it? " 

"That's not–" 

"S'what it sounds like to me." You shrug, a little smile on your face. The aim is to look as smug as possible; and it seems to be working. 

His jaw shifts, annoyed. Lyla catches on, giving you a crazed smile. 

"Even your roommate's gonna come." She says, an arm linked in yours. 

"I am?" She gives you a little dig, and you're spluttering. "Y-Yeah, I am!" 

You can see him fight with his own ego; but it's a one-sided affair. 

"Fine. " He strains. "Two hours, max. And then I'm gone."

Lyla gives you a squeeze, and then wraps you both up in a hug he desperately tries to fight off. Ben slots around you guys, and Peter's last to join, with Mayday squealing on his shoulders. 

Eventually, you get what's left of your laptop: a little thumb drive with as much as Lyla could save. You'd thanked her profusely, of course; trying to slither out of her vice grip of a hug, as best you could. She's absolutely batshit, the good kind; cryptic, and strange, but with a lot of heart. She makes you wonder, and they all do; just how did they become friends with Miguel? How do they fit? 

The man himself seems a little different, as if reinvigorated by being around friends. In fact, you catch him smiling to himself on the drive home. It's sweet; to see a different side of him around people he's clearly comfortable with. If only for a little while, he sheds the heavy weight he seems to carry around. 

Around the house, you notice he seems lighter – humming to himself whilst cooking dinner. That very day, you watch the little sway of hips as he stirs a pot; headphones in, singing under his breath. He can't sing for shit, of course, and he'd kill you if you ever uttered a word; but it's a sight you commit to memory, not knowing when next he'll be in such a good mood. 

There's still the question of a new laptop in the air, but you feel more settled by the events of the day. You're a little less fucked school-wise, you've got a party to look forward to, and potentially a drunk Miguel to make fun of. He goes to bed early; and you can hear the quiet drone of a podcast from the other side of the wall. He drifts off to the sweet, dulcet tones of Top Ten Genetic Precursors for Early Onset Dementia; one of his favourites, you've determined. 

All is well, for now. A tentative truce, and maybe, just maybe: you're finally friends with your roommate. 

~~~

There's something about dramatic irony that seems to smack you across the face, every time. 

You've come to somewhat of a understanding with your prickly roommate, and the stream of women in his bed seem to slow down, for a bit. He's hot, he's a whore; but he's sweet, with an eye for detail. He can read you with a scary amount of accuracy. Antsy and hungry from a long day? He leaves you scratching your head at his clairvoyance when you come home, chucking you a hot water bottle and a warm meal. You go to bed with a full belly, cramps abated. 

He's still a prick, of course. Sarcastic comments, and a massive grump – but you've learnt to deal with that. Just a couple of days after a seemingly settled week; what you can't wrap your head around is the pounding music from next door, at fuck-off-o'clock . He shouldn't be awake, let alone interrupting your late night study session. 

You're pissed, leaping from your desk to pound at his door. You're thudding towards his room, ready to deliver a well-deserved verbal lashing, and the door just… swings open. Empty; there's a window ajar and music pumping from speakers. Bachata and cheesy 90s R&B; which sounds suspiciously like his sex playlist. 

Yes, he has a sex playlist. And it really has no business to sound as good as it does. 

Nevertheless, you're resolute. If he's managed to sneak someone, at this hour, you decide he's going to get more than a stern talking to. 

There's clattering in the kitchen, and you whip around; half-expecting the giggle of another girl. When you walk in, it's just Miguel, rummaging through cupboards: a half-naked thief in the night. 

"Miguel?" 

He pops his head up from a cabinet, with a half-eaten piece of bread in his mouth. Caught red-handed, you suppose; and he gives you a little smile. 

"S'everyfin' – mmmfggh –" He scarfs the rest of it down. "Everything okay?" 

You squint. "No. Not really."

He chuckles, a slight rasp at the edges of his voice. Dickhead – what exactly is so funny? 

"You can't have your music so fucking loud, not when I'm studying. It's the middle of the night and–" 

Dressed in nothing but a pair of gray sweats, he's busying himself with a sandwich on the counter; clattering around noisily like he doesn't have full control of his limbs. Which is…. weird, admittedly. You'd trust Miguel to slice a grape with a machete – his dexterity is usually unmatched. Not that you'd made a habit of staring at his hands, or anything. 

"Are you even listening to me?" 

He nods, attempting to keep a straight face, but the faux solemnity does nothing to hide that droop of eyelids and slump of his shoulders. You get closer, pushing him to face you properly. 

"Oh, fuck," His eyes are a little red, hair messy and windswept. "Are you… high? " 

Miguel O'Hara? High? You'd never thought you'd live to see the day, honestly. His eyes go wide, dropping his sandwich dramatically. And then he's got a big hand at your shoulder, pulling you closer with a finger pressed to his lips. 

"Shhh! You can't-" Now, he gets close, whispering your name like he's saying something he shouldn't. "You can't tell anyone."

With the way he says your name it makes you light-headed. It's slow and careful, as if he's testing the way it feels spilling from his lips. And maybe, with the way he smiles, it feels good; tastes sweet wrapped around his tongue. 

"I won't." You breathe, and then you're both giggling.

There's something about the way he looks at you, peering under heavy lashes; basically eye-fucking you in the space of your tiny kitchen. You feel bare in a little t-shirt and sleep shorts; suddenly exposed. 

"You should…" He starts, cocking his head ever so slightly. "Join me, chula. "

It's soft; sinful, even; said as he coaxes you between his body and the kitchen counter. 

You don't trust your voice enough to answer, legs already shaky, so you nod. Slight, at first; and then with a little more gusto as the idea of him and you on his sheets – intimate, alone – creeps in. He stretches out a hand, and you take it; led to his bedroom like a scene you've seen before. All those girls before you; led to the dragon's lair like damsels in a fairytale. Except in this one, you suppose, you're not waiting for a knight in shining armour to save you. 

He sits you down on the bed, passing you a freshly rolled blunt. Passing it to your lips , more specifically; hand on your chin as he brings the lighter up to its end. Even prettier up close, all you can do is watch the press of plump lips, and pink tongue sticking out as he concentrates. As he leans in, there's a hand on your bare thigh. You inhale, deeply, and he hums with content.

"Good girl," He purrs, prying it from your lips to take a slow drag. 

"You're a bad influence." You murmur, watching as his eyes flutter shut. 

"You need to relax," He leans back, arm drawn lazily upwards. "This is helping."

"That's not–" Oh. You feel it now, a steady haze rolling over limbs. 

Miguel quirks up an eyebrow, amused. 

You repeat, slowly, "You're a bad influence ."

"Does it feel good?" You pause, trying to ignore his low tone; and the steady blaze that it ignites within you. Dragging your eyes to meet his, you see it: want, lust, something heavy that swirls behind them. 

You nod, itching for another pull. As if psychic, he gestures for you to come closer; and your lips almost slot against his. He exhales, and you inhale; in the closest thing you've come to a kiss in months. It makes you ache for just a little more contact, for those pretty hands to slot between your thighs and–

"Is this all I need to do for some quiet around here?" He asks, lilting. If only he'd stop talking; interrupting your fantasy with that stupid grin of his. 

You're shaking your head, laughing at the sheer gall . 

"You're fucking someone new every week, O'Hara. Loud. Who was it the other day? Cathy, Kayla –" 

"Sita, actually." He has a strange expression on his face. "And we didn't fuck. Just going over lecture notes."

"Sorry . Must have gotten mixed up with the half-dozen other girls in and out of here. Our apartment's not a brothel , Miggy."

He rolls his eyes, handing you the remnants of the blunt. 

"...s'not my fault there isn't anyone fucking you right."

You scoff. "How would you know?" 

"Thin walls. " It's cryptic. What the fuck does that mean?

You take a careful drag, and hand the blunt back – trying your hardest not to strangle him. It must show on your face as you tussle with the thought, because Miguel is staring; unabashedly, unashamedly. When you notice, it throws you off. 

"... what?" Ready to defend yourself, you huff. 

He shrugs. His expression is soft, reminding you of that night, not long ago. 

"You look like a painting."

You practically short circuit. You've been complimented before, of course. Hot, by men trying to get into your pants. Pretty, sometimes. Beautiful, the other times. Whether it's been sincere, you don't know – but you're smart enough to not overthink it. It's hard enough to live a life, as it is; and you'd rather not be bogged down by what others think, how you look whilst doing it. And yet, you feel your body betray you; a steady bloom of heat at your heart, like you've been stabbed. So deep, it spreads like blood on the front of a blouse. Like a painting, he says. And you like the way he says it; how it sounds spilling from his lips. 

Its implication sits heavy. Like a painting : hand-crafted, silken, soft –

He blinks, the crack of a smile on his face. And it ends in a fit of giggling, if you can even call it that. 

"Stop fucking with me." You grumble, and he thinks the way your face scrunches up with disdain is cute. There's probably an implication there he should unpack in therapy – how he likes it when you shout and put him in his place – but he's much too high to care. 

"M'not-" He quiets down, flattens his face into something resembling sobriety and gravitas. He gets a little closer, so close you can feel the heat of his body and flutter of lashes. With wide, dilated pupils, he stills - and it really doesn't help that he looks so pretty. 

"Can't stop thinking about you, hermosa." His voice is low, slurred with the weight of the blunt he's taken careful drags of. Every word makes you feel hazy, drawn in by his lips. " Fuck, all the time."

"Hear your laugh in my dreams, sometimes." He circles your bare thigh carefully, without breaking eye contact. With a thumb on your chin, he brings you closer, and closer still. Gently, you close your eyes, expecting the press of his lips against yours… 

…instead, you get a puff of smoke for your troubles. Reeling, you push him away. He collapses on the bed in a laughing fit. 

"... now I'm fucking with you." Rumbling laughter, and you've got the wherewithal to be embarrassed – hand still resting on his bare chest. 

A little cruelly, you push down, giving him an elbow to the ribs for good measure and he splutters with surprise – laughing all the same. 

"Asshole." You slur, and he grabs your arm to pull you onto the covers with him. You paw at him wildly, wrestling amongst the table of sheets. It's not a fair fight, not really; the wide expanse of his bare chest feels solid, and he's probably got more muscle in his pinky toe than you do in your whole body. Miguel is strong , but plays along regardless, pinning you to the bed with his hands around your wrists - but lets you turn him over just as quick. You're both laughing, the blunt long forgotten but its haze blurring the lines. You straddle his middle, hips flush against his and he keens; head back and cheeks flushed.

"Fuck," It's quiet, said as he writhes below you and you try to pin his hands above his head. Maybe it's the weed, but he lets you: eyes low, breath steady. And you stay like that, for a moment; bodies laid against one another. 

You don't know who starts it: the slow roll of hips, the swell of his cock bucking up against your heat. Regardless, you welcome it, letting the heat build up with the pressure at your clit. Your hips sway and all Miguel can do is watch. 

Lips parted, head back; and you set a steady rhythm that washes over you both.

Humping against one another, you get more desperate and drag your hands to his chest for purchase. Underneath you, Miguel practically purrs – one hand on your waist and the other clutching yours at his chest. 

"So, so pretty…" He sighs into it, wide palm pawing at your ass, shamelessly grabbing handfuls. By now, he's rock hard; and you feel him throb through the thin material of his sweats. 

"Fuck, I can't–" You moan, ragged, the roll of your hips gaining speed. 

Miguel coos, bringing a hand to your chin to pull you closer to the crook of his neck. 

"Too fast, hermosa. S-Slow it down for me." He grips your waist, forcing the pace to slow. Your hips stutter against his, delicious pressure making you cry out. And, God, you're close; pleasure building up at your gut. 

"Ohhh, fuck. Just like that, just like–" It's soft, whispered between the press of bodies like a prayer: reverent, intimate, a slew of garbled English and Spanish into the shell of your ear that goes straight to your pussy. 

"A-Ahi, ahi–"

[t-there, there–] 

Plush lips brush against your cheek, and you try so hard to not float away - with only his words to keep you tethered.  

"... no pares lo que sea que estes haciendo–ohh-fuck–" 

[don't stop what you're doing, oh fuck–] 

The coil at the base of your stomach snaps, and you arch into his touch as he does the same. Miguel spills into his sweats, heaving with the effort. He can feel the clench of your pussy above, and he chases it in the aftermath; craning his neck to finally get a kiss. Limbs heavy, you still manage to swerve so his kisses land at your jaw. He's grateful for the contact anyway it comes and sucks careful hickies into the skin: at your neck, your collarbone, and anywhere else he can reach. 

You sink into it, curl up on his chest like a housecat; his hands wandering the gentle slope of your back under your shirt. 

Limbs heavy, you pry yourself from his hands ever so slightly. He strains to follow you up, snapping back into the sheets like an elastic band. Still, he kneads at your flesh - bare thighs spilling from your shorts. 

" Miguel," You whisper, hand travelling past his neck to cradle his jaw. "Need more…"

You punctuate that last word with a roll of your hips. Wanton, conflicted; he groans . 

"It's late, chula. " He says it slowly, hesitant – like he can't believe the words are coming out of his mouth. He's still high, lost in the whispy remnants of that blunt. You've never known weed to make someone more responsible, and you flop to his side, a little childishly. 

Miguel makes sure to keep a hand wrapped around your waist, dragging his other knuckles up your exposed tummy so that it rides up to the swell of your tits. 

"And you've got that 9am."

You cover your face with the span of your hands, grumbling. From between the gaps in your fingers, you repeat, 

" ...and I've got that 9am ."

He traces lazy circles in your flesh. Maybe it's the blunt, or the afterglow of an orgasm; but you make him laugh, a gentle ache replacing the creak and shudder of gears. 

"Idiot." He says, kissing it into your skin. And he burns from the touch, fleeting; like the warm flame from paper lanterns, or the flicker of a lighter against cool night air. 

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[deadmeat666]

BIRDS' NEST hoshiumi x top male reader x hinata

warnings. threesome, blowjob, fellatio, unmentioned size differences, facesitting, slight subtop reader, messy ejaculation, ass so fat your neck feels like a twig

a/n. a long one from big boy al' this time??? unbelievable.

"Quit it." The two words seemed simple enough to be spoken properly, but you only managed to sneer it out due to it being cut off earlier by the two boys that had seemed to claim their territory on either sides of your cock.

Despite the well divided quote-on-quote "land" they had been given, it didn't seem to stop them thrashing and going for each other's throat.

You had already made a mental note to yourself; if either of them pisses you off you would surely pull back in your cock into the comfy confinement or your underwear. Maybe if you were feeling a little sadistic; force them to get along with eachother and watch them work hard for you to pull it out again.

"We can't exactly get the full of you since. . . you only have one cock." Hoshiumi mustered up a complain with a pout, resting his cheek against your cock while Hinata's glare bored a hole into his head, pushing Hoshiumi's head off your cock. That surely earned a snarl from him.

"Just make do." You shrugged it off. You were practically feeling lazy tonight, so you were expecting the boys to treat themselves on your cock instead of you, a man having to pleasure both of them by yourself like a mother bird feeding her children. You can't just grow another dick, can you? Oh how you wished you could.

"Quit with the useless talk. I choose dibs on the cock" Hinata confidently said before managing to deepthroat you in a single try, letting out a muffled 'Mmf!' once he felt your cock digging at his throat. Precum dripping down his throat, all hot and sticky. Hinata had taken it upon himself— he will have your cum dripping down from his mouth and nostrils by the end of the night.

Hoshiumi let out a jealous huff, obviously not satisfied how unfair this whole thing was. He crawled his way so that his whispering voice can reach your ears.

"This is so. . . unfair!" he grumbled through gritted teeth "C'mon, big guy. I at least have to get something, yeah? Don't you feel bad for lil' old me?" He said the last sentence in a cutesy manner and gesture, slowly tracing circles on your abdomen. But he knew that no matter what he do— or even Hinata, you'd always give in.

". . .I do have a face." You looked at him expectantly as you finished the sentence. Getting what you were hinting at, he enthusiastically plopped himself down onto your face, clearly not aware that if he even tried to do it harder, your neck would surely break. Slowly, he had start to relax himself, letting his weight fall onto your face, or head at this point. Your head was slowly sinking into the pillow every second, and you could feel a slight pop inside your neck.

Hoshiumi was not the only one enjoying himself, Hoshiumi taking his place on your face was already too much. Not too mention the fact your entire view was blocked. You couldn't exactly see what Hinata was doing, except you know he's absolutely gobbling down on you from the way your cock will be met of cold air hitting your wet cock before eventually feeling the hotness of his mouth.

What a sight to behold it was. Two famous athletes of Japan, absolutely melting on your body like pornstars instead- why haven't they chosen that career path instead? But there was one thing nobody could deny; You were the luckiest man on the earth.

You greedily gripped on Hoshiumi's thighs, hard enough to leave red, raging marks of your fingers as a sign that you were the one that did it to him, and bury your face deeper, consume his ass, every last strings of dignity leaving you, as the wet sounds of you devouring him and Hinata going down on you was stuffed into your ears and head.

"O-Oh! W-why so..hmph~..sudden?" he whimpered, gripping onto your hair that only resulted into you burying your face deeper. He caged his thighs around your head and let out a pitiful whine and his hand struggle to find a source of support to hold on to. His dick, shaking and shivering, leaked cum that dripped down onto your chest like raindrops, creating a puddle on your pecs that slowly trailed down to the sheets below.

On the other hand, Hinata wasn't having it easy on you either. With mouth basically vacuuming the entirety of your cock; pair of innocent doll eyes wasn't able to find yours with the presence of another man on your face- he opted to close his eyes instead. There was no need for them if they couldn't feast on your pleasured face as he sucked you off. Hinata had completely gone autopilot mode, keeping his fragile mind at bay but it'd surely break into pieces once you finally release your load of life into his tiny mouth.

With every second passed, you felt like losing yourself like celestial heaven had come down upon a sinful man such as you, embracing you.

You were running short on breaths as Hoshiumi quickened his grinding on your face, creating pleasurable frictions that sent shocks through him. Hinata clawed on your thighs and forced himself to deepthroat your cock, pushing out an audible squeak from him when he felt your cum flood into his passage.

Simultaneously, Hoshiumi ejaculated a loud and powerful orgasm that spurted out like a water fountain. From his own chest, to yours, to Hinata's hair and face, the milky liquid stained itself like a shower.

Looks like you managed to kill two birds with just a stone.

woe, bottoms be upon ye. ill be hibernating in my coffin after this.

[r0tting-rat]

DCA PROMPTOBER 2024

Life (school) is kicking me in my non-existent nuts (giving me essays to write) guys Idk if I can mansplain manipulate manwhore my way out of this

Day 20 - Trapped

Pairing: Mer!Eclipse x GN reader Warning: Blood Words: EXACTLY 2400 WORDS BITCH Summary: Continuation of this post, go and read if you don't understand anything :>

The two mers you had encountered during your trip to the underwater cave had dragged you in their nest easily, grabbing each an ankle and swimming faster than your brain could process. In a panic, you had tried to fight them unsuccessfully and only resulted in hurting yourself further with the hard scales of their bodies. With your wounded hands you had grabbed their tails and fins, trying to convince them to let you go, but after a few pathetic tries the blue one got fed up with you and grabbed both your wrists, snarling in your face something you managed to understand despite the language barrier. 

“Stay put.”

You decided to listen, not wanting to make your death any more painful than it already was going to be, but under the mers’ grip you were shaking in fear. The way the two of them would communicate between each other didn’t help you at all, considering they were probably talking about the best ways to eat you. 

At some point at the end of the cave, which had been a dark blur of algae and rocks until then, tightened around you. They were dragging you who-knows-where through a hole big enough for the two of them to swim side by side, which was slowly getting smaller and smaller, until the bright yellow mer chirped something to his companion and stayed behind, allowing the other to continue dragging you along without hindrance. You stared at the mer swimming close behind you, trying to understand his intention, and in response he smiled at you. The white teeth glistened in the darkness around you, and you quivered.

After what was barely a minute but which felt like an hour to you, the tunnel opened in a bigger and brighter cave around you, blinding you with its light and making you flinch. Before you could understand what was happening, your body was flung with great force over the water and thrown on an emerging rock. Scrambling to get back to your feet as soon as you realized that you were on the surface, you slipped on the wet surface under you and fell on your side, hitting your shoulder and hip with a cry of pain. Wet and rough hands grabbed your mask, pulling it away from your face as you fought against them, as another pair took off your fins and began to rip away your diving suit, leaving you in your swimsuit and a few new scratches. 

Once your entire diving gear had been removed, you hurried to crawl away from the two creatures perched on the rock like hungry vultures, with their tails dipping in the water, desperately attempting to put as much distance between you and them. The mers looked at you, curious and amused at the same time, until the yellow one looked down at the oxygen tank and chirped something in his language. You looked as the other mer shook his head, replying with a growl, and then the first of the two threw the tank in the water behind him, along with your mask and the rest of your gear. 

-Hey!- you screamed, even if they probably couldn’t understand the value of your diving gear, -Give them back!-

The yellow mer laughed, a throaty and raspy sound that reminded you of a dying animal, and then pushed himself back in the water. His companion was still on the rock with you, observing you with his terrible red eyes, until he opened his razor-sharp toothed mouth and spoke in your language.

-S-ssta-y,- he said, -Hee-re safe.-

You were left even more scared than before, mouth opening and closing in disbelief, until a weak “what” left your throat and the mer slipped back into the water to join his friend. Did the fish just fucking talk to you? Had you imagined it? 

You were left on the rock, surrounded by water in the middle of a large cave, your only light being the one coming in from a hole in the ceiling. Moss and various plants grew on the walls surrounding you, you saw small animals like bugs and birds coming in and out from the hole, but even that beautiful paradise made of shining water and quiet life wasn’t enough to keep you from crying. Once the realization that you were about to die downed on you, you began to tear up, hiding your face in your hands and shaking with both fear and cold. You wanted to go back home, to your loved ones, but because of your stupid mistake you ended up being the lunch of two stupid fishmen. Your life sucked, and it was also going to end early.

The day was almost over, you were freezing and hungry, and no matter how much you tried, you couldn’t find a way to escape. At some point, in a moment of desperation, you had tried to enter the water and find the opening where you had come in—despite knowing you wouldn’t have survived it if you attempted to cross the tunnel—but the sun was setting and you couldn’t see anything underwater. At some point something had brushed against your foot and you had panicked, returning to the surface and climbing back on the hard and cold rock, refusing to stay and look for any other entrances deeper in the cave. You had no other choice; you were going to die there, either by starving or mauled by one of those mers. 

The little piece of sky you could see through the hole in the ceiling was turning a haunting color red, angry and violent, tinting the water around you of a horrifying crimson shade, like something had died there and its blood had mixed with the ocean. You stared at the sun setting, asking yourself if you were going to survive the chilly night, when you heard a sound that made you freeze. It came from the bottom of the cave, deep and chilling, and it sounded like the growl of an enormous animal. Its voice was nothing similar to the ones of the two mers you had met; more gravelly and rough, and it was so loud you heard the rock you were sitting on vibrate under you. 

-Oh, would you look at this?- spoke the voice, echoing so loudly in the cave you could hear it even inside your head, -My little hunters have brought me a treat.-

You were shaking, looking around for the owner of the voice, terrified beyond logic and comprehension. You hugged yourself and tried to stop the tears from spilling out.

-W-What’s going on…?!- you whimpered, -Where… Who are…?-

-Behind you, little bird,- purred the voice, and you snapped your head around so violently you hurt your neck. From the water, something double the size of your boat emerged in an instant, blocking the light coming from the ceiling with its height and casting you in its huge shadow. All you saw were red scales the size of your hand, yellow eyes with vertical pupils, sharp teeth the size of your entire arm, and two pairs of clawed hands coming out and gripping the rock you were sitting on so hard they left marks on the stone. Your entire vision was covered by the color of blood, your lungs were spasming in your chest, attempting to get enough air to breathe, and your legs refused to respond to you anymore. What stood before you—and over you—was a mer the size of a house, terrifying in its imposing size and pinning you on the ground with its stare. You screamed when the tentacle of an octopus wrapped around your legs, keeping you from squirming away, while many others surrounded your little stop on the rock, cutting off any escape routes. 

-Well, are you having fun yet?- mused the mer, resting his chin on two of his hands while the other two tapped the stone, -I hope Sun and Moon have treated you well.-

You were too scared to understand the meaning of those words, your heart was beating so loud you could hear it drumming in your ears, fast and unrelenting. All you could look at were those teeth.

-Is something wrong, little bird?- the mer leaned closer, curious, and in response you tried to shift away with no results. -Did Sun eat your tongue already?-

Seeing that you weren’t answering, the monster rolled his eyes and scoffed, looking suddenly bored. 

-Oh, how sad. Do those shrimps think I’m that easy to please, that any human would do? Did I not tell them I like them feisty and loud? What a shame, truly.- He used one of his claws to poke at your side, at which you screamed and trashed on the spot, trying to push the finger away. -You’re even one of the cute ones, too bad you’re boring.-

While the creature tormented you, you were desperately trying to get your brain to start working, overwhelmed by nonsensical fear and panic. 

-P-Please, don’t eat me!- you found yourself begging, looking up at the monster with tear-filled eyes, -L-Let me go…!-

-Eat you?- wheezed the mer, -Ah! What should I eat? Should I attempt to peel away the fat from your weak bones and hope that’s somehow enough to satisfy me? No, my bird, I will continue eating sharks and small whales, if you don’t mind.-

You couldn’t make sense of the creature’s words. You could understand them perfectly, but still they remained incomprehensible. What did he mean by that? What did he want from you if not to eat you? Slowly, the gears in your brain returned to their job, so you swallowed the lump in your throat and tried to stop your lips from quivering. 

-H-How… How can you talk?- you asked, and that made the mer’s eyes light up in joy. Something that resembled fins rose up from around his face, creating a crown of orange, red, and yellow, which reminded you of one the smaller mer you had previously met.

-Now we’re talking, little thing!- he smiled, all sharp teeth and black gums, -I love it when you humans use your curiosity for good, it always excites me to see which questions you have for me.-

The mer leaned closer once more, getting all up in your personal space with his round face and sniffing you.

-You’re hurt, no wonder you were so scared,- he mused, laying his head right in front of you, -I’ll tell Moon to medicate your wounds later, but now, you want to know how I am capable of speaking, do you not?-

Confused and still scared, you nodded, hoping that could keep him entertained for enough time, until he decided you weren’t fun anymore and left you to the other two sea monsters to take care of. 

-I am simply as old as modern civilization itself, little bird,- the creature replied with a big smile, -When I was born, you still used to sail the seas with carracks and caravels. You gazed into the depths of the oceans, both amazed and terrified, you wandered around like small children allowed by their parents to stay outside and play for a little more. Back then, you still had respect for my species, unlike now.-

Your eyes ran over the monster’s face and arms, seeing for the first time the amount of scars and old wounds covering its skin like a battleground. You also noticed that the mer’s scales had a beautiful glittery texture that made him shine like a ruby even in the dark, illuminating the now completely obscured cave around you. 

That monster was more than 500 years old, you realized. You were looking at a creature that had seen history unraveling before his eyes.

-Are the other two going to be as big as you one day?- you asked, and the mer chuckled. His laugh shook the ground under you.

-Sun and Moon? Oh, if they manage to live to my age, they will become even bigger,- he answered, -I took those two under my protection, they are like siblings to me.- 

The smile on the mer’s face softened as he looked at you. 

-Do you know what I want from you?- he asked, and you shook your head, -I want to learn your story. That’s what I always ask the humans I find: who they are, what they do, where they come from—I seek entertainment. Can you give me that?- 

You looked away, suddenly feeling embarrassed of yourself, but the monster used one of his claws to turn your face back, in a silent warning that he wanted you to keep your eyes on him and him only.

-So?- he egged you on, making you squirm in your spot.

-My life isn’t that interesting,- you tried to say, but the monster interrupted you before you could continue. 

-Liar,- he laughed, -Everybody has a story to tell. You are the only person in history to have lived certain moments, to have met certain people in specific places and times. The sum of your experiences has made you completely unique and inimitable, so now I want to hear your story.-

More tentacles emerged from the water, laying themselves on the rock around you like birds perched on branches of a tree. His voice rumbled with authority, and you understood that was an order, not a question; that mer wasn’t asking you to tell him a story, he was commanding you to do so. You shivered, unable to decide if staring at his sharp teeth could be considered rude, and pretended not to notice how the tentacle that he had curled around your legs was pulling you closer to him. 

-I’ll give you the time to rearrange your thoughts, little one, but I shall not take no for an answer,- a large smirk opened on the monster’s face, -You have no say in this matter.-

-Before I start,- you said, nervous to know what would have happened if your story had been revealed to be too boring to listen to, -What is your name?-

A loud purr came out of the mer’s throat, rumbling and comforting like a cat's. -You shall call me Eclipse,- he answered, -And from now on that’ll be everything you will learn about me, not a word more. Now, you better begin to talk, little thing, I’m getting impatient.-

[saucyjothoughts]

Okay uuhhh there's something I'm into but feel weird about. So if you delete this bc you don't wanna poke that particular hornet's nest I completely understand!!

But sometimes I imagine that the guys I'm into have pussies. I just prefer to eat people out but am more attracted to guys.

So yeah if you could.......maybe......... Make out headcanons part two: the lips down under

Brb, beating the JO manpussy hornets' nest with a stick.

(also please do not feel weird about wanting this. This is the queerest fandom ever, we can love whatever genitals we want, attached to whatever people we want and 'man x pussy' is an A+ combination.)

(nsfw under the cut)

Bojan: Wears boxers and uses a realistic packer every day. Keeps his hair natural. Fat mound and prominent clit with symmetrical lips (bigger on the right). Will top with a strap but prefers to get fucked. Is desperate to get pregnant by the right person. Squirts and loves a partner who knows how to milk his g-spot.

Jure: shaves his pubic hair into fun shapes - a lightning bolt, a heart, a Christmas tree... the letter 'J'. Wears boxers and doesn't have a packer but will use household objects for the purpose. Prefers to top with a strap (or just his fingers/tongue) and prefers anal to vaginal sex if he's bottoming. Desperately does not ever want to be pregnant. Has a little beauty spot on his lower lips as well as on the ones on his face.

Nace: keeps a fluffy mound but shaves his lips. Gets very wet very easily - the juiciest of the five. Big clit, dark handsome lips. Mostly wears boxers and has a couple of packers. Generally prefers to top but will go wild for being eaten out or having his pussy fucked by someone he trusts. Would like to be pregnant at some point in the future, when the time is right.

Kris: isn't very hairy and styles a neat landing strip. Hair is more red between his legs than on his head. Prominent inner lips and a subtle little clit. Mostly prefers boxers outside and something lacey at home. Only packs when the outfit calls for it. Prefers to bottom, and vaginal feels better than anal. Doesn't want to be pregnant any time soon but might be persuaded to consider it in the future.

Jan: has a lot of dark hair but keeps it trimmed short. Tidy little lips, very pink. Can occasionally squirt if he's touched in the right way. Wears men's and women's underwear equally and occasionally packs - has a couple of interesting styles. Loves to be eaten out and have all of his holes used but will occasionally wear a strap if his partner wants it. Would parent but doesn't think his mental health is good enough to get through a pregnancy. Has his clitoral hood pierced.

[howlingday]

Day 5 of "9 Days of Lancaster"

"Shut up and kiss me" ◇ Hidden relationship

"Alright, guys, I'll see you later!" Jaune shut the door behind him. He told his team he was going on patrol tonight, even though it was his night off. He said he was just that dedicated to being a huntsman. Oscar was about to voice his concerns when Nora accused Jaune of sneaking out to be with his secret girlfriends. Ren and Emerald said nothing, both leaving Jaune alone to defend himself. Which he did, and rather well, at that.

"I'll be back later!" Ruby called to her team, earning a cat call from her sister while her girlfriend chided her. Her bestie rolled her eyes at her, meaning Ruby was off scot-free! Just like every other night, she said she was going out to do some late-night shooting, something she knew only she enjoyed and therefore wouldn't get any odd looks from her team. Ruby didn't like to brag, but she must've been some kind of prodigy at lying.

Jaune walked down the street from the team house, glancing back now and then to ensure he wasn't being followed, and made his way to the outskirts of Shade. Sort of on the bad side of town, if you could say Shade ever had a good side. Weaving through the alleys, he found a hold in the wall, a literal one, and squeezed his tanky body inside.

"You could have just left the armor."

"What if I'm attacked?" Jaune replied to Ruby, already seated and reading comic books.

"So?" She shrugged. "You have, like, infinite aura!"

"It's not infinite." Jaune rolled his eyes. "I can't keep going forever."

"That's not what you said last night~." Ruby teased, getting a blush from Jaune.

"I said I could keep doing this forever." He pouted. "Your sister is rubbing off on you too much."

"Nah, I'd say I'm rubbing off on her, more." Ruby said. "It's kind of weird when your big sister is asking you for romantic advice."

"Can't say I relate." Jaune sat down next to Ruby, arm over her shoulders. "Saph always just did her own thing."

"And now she's married with a baby." Ruby leaned into him. "Living her dream."

"Nah, her dream was being eaten by a fudge monster when she was eight."

"Huh." Ruby paused. "I thought Grimm would've been scarier."

"Well, it was a movie we watched when we were kids and there was-"

"A giant fudge monster?"

"Oh, so you've heard of it?" Ruby giggled as Jaune chuckled.

Then they looked at each other and it happened again. It was like they were staring at each other, but not really at each other, y'know? And not really staring, either. It was like, admiring someone as more than just them being a person, right? Poetry isn't really a strong suit, but the way they looked at each other, it was... It was so good! It felt so right! It-

"AW~!" Crooned a voice, making the two look away from each other. "You guys are so cuuute~!"

Peering through the hole in the wall were more than a dozen eyes and half as many grins. Jaune and Ruby were frozen as, one by one, their friends slipped inside their little love nest. Thankfully, it was spacious enough to get in, though moving around without bumping into anyone would be a challenge. With varying degrees of smiles on their faces, both Ruby and Jaune's teams waited for a response.

"H-Hey, uh, guys," Jaune started, "fancy seeing you here! I was just on patrol when I found this hole in the wall and then Ruby came in and we both fell and now you're here and-"

"Jaune?"

"Yeah, Ruby?"

"Just... shut up and kiss me."

[y3ager]

SHE OURS.

— hamon training has left joseph and caesar oh so high strung… you’ll be a good little helper and give them a hand while lisa lisa and suzie q are gone, won’t you?

joseph j. x black!fem!reader x caesar z.

tags: canonverse, smut, mmf threesome, oral sex (m receiving), double penetration, spitroasting. creampie. minors dni.

“CAESAR! JOSEPH! JUST a few more minutes and i’ll have lunch ready for you guys.” dusting flour off your apron, you smiled sheepishly. “had to run down to the market, we were out of butter! us! out of butter! crazy, huh?” you turned to the stovetop and carefully fished the gently coiled nests of freshly made pasta noodles from the pot of boiling water. “i decided to try my hand at that squid ink pasta you keep raving about, jojo, i really hope it’s to your liking.”

“…, you spoil me!” joseph grinned brightly. as exhausted as he acted while walking through the threshold to the kitchen, he suddenly had the energy to rush up to you and wrap his arms around you tight, pulling you flush against the front of his body. bending his head down, his smile turned impish as he got close to your ear. “keep it up, and i might have to make you my wife.”

“get off the lady, joseph. she’s cooking, and you reek like a pigsty,” caesar scrutinized as your face burned hot. you hoped you could conceal it with the heat wafting off from the stovetop. “hey, …, do you know where master and suzie q are?”

“they told me they had business to attend to in the city. good news is they’ll be gone for a while, so you two have time to eat and rest for a bit.” you squirmed in joseph’s grip. “jojo,” you whine. “i can’t make your plate if you don’t let go. it’s like you’re gonna crush me.”

joseph’s arms loosened, but it wasn’t the only thing that changed about him. at this newfound knowledge his eyes darkened, unbeknownst to you, of course. he glanced over at caesar. for once, mild annoyance didn’t immediately cross his face. his pretty features were instead being decorated with a small smirk. he knew what joseph was thinking just like joseph knew what he was thinking. gone, and for a while, huh?

“you know, you really do take good care of us, …, and i fear we don’t appreciate it enough.” finally, joseph released you from the cage that was his arms, backing up to give you enough space to plate the food. his interest in that, however, was quickly waning. he wanted something else. “i know we’re a handful. caesar more than i.” the italian scoffed.

“you two do plenty. i mean, what can you do? you’re always so busy. i’m just happy i can show i care by doing the most i can to help you.” now free, you had the space to plate the steaming food on perfectly white porcelain plates. next, you scrutinized the two bottles of wine you brought up from the cellar, suddenly unsure of which one you wanted to pair with this late lunch. joseph’s and caesar’s staring certainly didn’t help your indecisiveness. “but now you’re making me nervous staring at my back! it feels like you’re gonna glare holes through me.

“go, shoo-shoo!” you turned and attempted to usher the two men out of the expansive kitchen and towards the dining room of the manor, first nudging the brunet, who kindly entertained your admittedly weak shoving by pretending to exit, and then the blond when he was close enough. you managed to get them closer and closer to the threshold, but only because they let you. “i can bring the plates to you, i can’t expect you to eat standing up! rest while you have a chance. show your appreciation by doing this.”

caesar stopped himself by placing his hand on the the doorframe. “i know you must’ve spent so much time cooking for us and believe me when i say we appreciate it, but i think we want something else.”

"for once i agree with ol' caes! do you mind doing something else for us big fools? we promise it'll be worth your while..."

a cute furrow forms in your brow as you stare up at the two men. "oh, uh, sure!" you exclaim, a bit unsure. the two working in tandem sets off enough alarms in your head, but you know they would sooner die than lead you astray. "what is it that you need...?"

“open your mouth for me, baby.” your face burns as you look up at joseph, his deviously charming crooked smile twinkling back at you. obediently, though, you open your mouth, sticking out your cute little tongue for the joestar. “good girl,” he coos. he languidly strokes his cock with one hand, coaxing it from semi-hard to full on throbbing. with the other, he presses down on your tongue with his thumb. “suck— there ya go, just like that. a little pro, huh? now can you do that with this?” after staring into your glazed over eyes for a few moments, he retracts his hand. a thin line of drool connects his thumb to your tongue. “use your words.”

“y-yes, jo— oh, g-god!” caesar’s hand has moved to your throat, lightly clenching as he eases his heavy cock into your dripping cunt. “c-c— ohh, fuck! please!”

“i’ve been fantasizing about this ever since i first witnessed how your skin glittered under the venitian sun, cara mia.” that caesar, ever the casanova even while he was balls deep inside of you, hips easing back and forth slowly. for now. “how beautiful you look under me, taking me so well. always such a good girl for me. for us.”

a shaky moan passes by your lips before you're reminded of the other man in the vast bed. joseph taps the tip of his dick onto your plump bottom lip, gently reminding you of your other task. eagerly, you open your drooling mouth and with gentility you didn't know the joestar possessed, he pushes himself past your mouth. your lips press firmly around him, your moans a pleasurable vibration on his cock.

you're completely at their mercy now, but there's no place you'd rather be. caesar has hiked up your legs and thrown them around his hips to get the leverage he needs to really fuck into you. joseph might have been soft before, but now there's purpose behind his thrusts deep into your throat. their hands are everywhere, groping your breasts and brown, pebbled nipples, your swollen clit, it's nearly too much to bare.

"oh, please. oh, fuck. fuck me, please." what a chatty little thing you are! pumping joseph's spit soaked dick with your soft hand, you beg and plead the italian to keep going, don't stop. "i'm gonna cum, please," you sob.

"of course, tesoro. cum for me." leaning over slightly, caesar drills into you until you unravel and writhe on the sweaty sheets. your orgasm washing over you, the blond pulls out only to paint your brown cunt white. the sight is enough to send joseph over the edge. with a loud, low groan he cums as well, spilling white over your lips and part of you cheek. you lick it away eagerly. everyone’s panting, bodies numb and slick with a thin layer of sweat.

joseph, unsurprisingly, breaks the silence first. “you have another one in there for us, don’t you, pretty girl? you’ll love this, too.” he’s maneuvering the two of you, his back against the headboard before he pulls you up to place you in his lap, your back against his chest.

“jojo,” caesar starts.

“oh, don’t act high and mighty now! like you haven’t fantasized about this too.”

“about.. what..?” dickdrunk as you are you can’t say you appreciate them talking like you’re not even there.

joseph’s hand easily envelopes your face, gently squeezing your cheeks until you lips form a gentle pout. “us fucking you at the same exact time.” his other hand slides down your body until it meets you cunt, making you shiver. “now, you would love that, wouldn’t you?” two of his fingers sink deep inside, walls still so wet and warm.

“yes, ohh, y-yes.. please.. please…” you open your legs wider so the joestar can have even more access, missing how caesar swallows thickly.

“look at her,” joseph coos before looking up at caesar, grinning mischievously. “we can’t keep the poor lady waiting.”

caesar tries to maintain his gentleman image but the needy, wanton, downright slutty look in your hazed over eyes has all the blood in his body rushing straight from his brain to his dick. the wetness dripping down from your folds proves to be just the lubricant joseph needs, his thick tip pressing into your back hole and making you shudder in pleasure. “jojo,” you whine.

“that’s a good girl,” he praises, one hand easing up to fondle your tit, fingers pressing and pinching your nipple.

“caes,” you call out, still getting stretched by joseph but wanting more. seemingly at you beck and call, he sidles forward, lining himself up with your awaiting hole. "fuck m- oh, fuck." you feel impossibly full as the italian slides his dick deep inside you. the two work together in tandem, with one of them sliding out of you as the other pushes inside, keeping you stuffed. once again, you're nearly overwhelmed as you're sandwiched between the two men, their moans low and heavy in your ears. "feels s' fuckin good.." your back arches up, chest pressing into caesar's as your cunt flutters and clenches. "s-so.. much.." they speed up, making you bit your lip and clench your fists had, body trembling.

"give it to us, love. let it out." joseph pumps his hips harder, his own orgasm coming closer and closer. the mild shakiness in caesar's thrusts signaling his own.

it's too much now, them pressing so deep into you finally pushes you over the edge with a loud cry, their own cum quickly spilling from your spent holes.

everyone falls away, caesar next to the of you on his chest, joseph with his back against the headboard with a loud sigh, and you on top. hearts are racing, chests heaving in greedy gulps of thick air. wits about you after a couple minutes, you realize you want to continue helping them out.

a/n: blah blah no anal w/o proper lube blah blah i never claimed to be an accurate sex narrator

never written for jjba b4 but pt 2 had the writing juices flowing last year! yes, this is from last year… 🫠

[quitealotofsodapop]

Just curious, how do the lmk crew when they are sick and when others are sick? (Not pregnancies since that whole different ball park.)

OK heres my hcs for how LMK gang deals with being sick/others being sick:

Xiaotian/MK: Ignores serious symptoms until he physically cannot walk. And although he loves the extra break time, he almost goes nuts when he's too sick and feverish to much else but rest. Draws a lot when ill, especially of his fever dreams. To Others: he goes full worried mother-hen on them. Soup, tea, soft pillows, meds, you name it - he'll zoom across town for it. Often ends up catching whatever the other person had cus of proximity.

Xiaojiao/Mei: Legit doesn't notice her symptoms until she starts flagging mid-drive, then she puts herself on strict bedrest until she's good enough to hit the road again. Prefers to treat herself, so she gets embarassed when she gets really sick and the others have to step in. To Others: Jokingly mourns them and drops off a bag filled with their fave snacks before booking it out the door. She will support them from a distance. XD

Sun Wukong: "Bah! Illness is for dorky mort- ACHOO!!" His relative isolation on FFM and hubris towards earths tiniest organisms has left SWK with almost zero immunity to common diseases. Pretty much passes out the second he gets the tiniest cold. Will try and meditate/sleep his way back to normal, but will need to be dragged kicking and screaming to a doctor. To Others: The opposite. Mortals are so fragile! Are you ok!? Why is your nose running? Are you dying?! This monkey goes into full panic mode over the smallest ailments. Buys out the pharmacy's stock in cough syrup and cold meds. Probably makes himself sick in the process.

Macaque: Accepts his fate and holes himself up in a nest for the foreseeable future. Has a slightly stronger immune system than Wukong (don't tell me that this monkey didn't live like an alley cat at some point), but in the case of really serious illness will crawl himself towards his nearest ally and/or enemy for assistance/a more honorable death. Secretly enjoys being pampered while in his more vunerable state. To Others: Full mom-mode combined with "I told you so" attitude. Strict bedrest and warm blankets. Monkey instincts take over and he'll make the sick person eat weird medicinal plants he finds/alchemises, and cuddle them in hopes of making them feel better. Often times it works.

Pigsy: Claims he's never taken a sick day in his life. Is proven wrong the first time he catches a random virus and has to shut the down kitchen for about a week. Is very frustrated, but puts the customers' safety over his pride. When he gets the slightest bit better he'll start cooking up a storm to make up for lost time. To Others: "Sick. Leave. Now." Will physically carry his sick friends/workers to the doctors to get meds before he lets them in the door. Will stuff the sick person full of healthy traditional soup recipes to encourage "natural healing" in addition to strict medical assistance. Will claim that he'd do this for anyone (he lying).

Tang: "Oh no~ I have the flu! I guess I'll have to stay home and be feed soup by my beloved Piggy~" This man will 100% take advantage of his sickness for attention. Don't lie to me. To Others: On one hand, eww. On the other, he may be able to steal a bowl of Pigsy's healing soup. Will smile fondly and let the ill person recover in their own time with meds.

Sandy: Goes belly up in the water. He's a guy with great constitution, so he doesn't get sick often. But when he does? Doctor, now. Can bounce back fairly quickly if treated, but he'll insist on the others not getting too close to him or his cats less they catch it too. Will appriciate any help (esp with his foster cats) around the boat house tho. Cat cuddle pile until he's better. To Others: Enters the room wearing a face mask and gloves, holding a tray of different teas (hot and iced), and offers to lend his aromatherapy machine. Very big on holistic methods, but won't discourage modern medicine.

Red Son: Goes into "dying victorian child"-mode. Was in the Guanyin's Southern Seas paradise for centuries (so no immunities) and likely hasn't caught most diseases simply because his body runs too hot for the micro-organisms to survive. But if he catches something supernatural, or it triggers a violent immuno-response? He's a sweaty mess unable to move from his bed, surrounded by ice packs. It's very difficult to take care of him in this state cus he's like smouldering lava. His parents get *very* worried. Gets ridiculously honest, slurring things like; "I love you so much noodle boy~" *passes tf out* to his caretakers. Doesn't remember a thing afterwards. To Others: "Bull Clones! Initiate hazmat procedures!" Gets mega worried cus he's never had to help someone in this state before, but understands how laboratory hazmat works, so will assist wearing full PPE. Will disinfect the ill person's entire living space to eliminate future threats. If the sick person is someone *really important to them, Red will panic and seek out supernatural assistance.

Nezha: "Sick? Nah I don't get sick." *falls asleep at the breakfast table the second no one's looking*. Tries to "tough it out" like he believes he should, but is woefully unprepared for how protective the rest of the gang can be. It's been a long time since someone has actually tucked him in and nursed him back to health - he gets really emotional. Will now die for his caretakers' no matter how small his ailments were. To Others: Vows to help however he can, and then goes to stand guard at the bedroom door. Will call for advice on bedside manner stuff cus he's not used to it (youngest of three yo) beyond what his mom would do for him as a toddler.

Bai He: Little kid. Will sneeze and cough and allow herself to be corralled into bed for the week. Very sleepy. Stuffed animal fort will be built to protect her. Mo may sneak in to cuddle her better. To Others: Is told to keep away from the sick person less she catches it, but will sneak in and donate one of her fave toys to keep them company. In the case of non-communicable ailments; will sneak in and try to cuddle the sick person better since that always makes her feel better too. Brings her tablet so that they can watch something together.

+(Au character) Chenxiang: Is pretty healthy, but also has no idea how personal health works. Gets his first ever really bad illness by getting drenched in rain one night and not drying himself off properly. Hallucinates feverishly and mistakes Wukong as still being his Sifu, and that he needs to save his mother. Multiple family members are required to wrangle Chenxiang back to bed in this state. Gets really quiet/wistful once he starts getting better. To Others: Gets really worried and immediately summons the adults for help. The only other time in the past he's cared for a sick person... didn't end happily. So he gets really really insistent on the sick person going to the doctor, taking meds, drinking tea & soup, everything. Pretty much helicopters over the sick until they get better, or if the adults take over for him.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Undertale Sans - As soon as he heard a massive "bzzzzZZZZZZZ", he shits his pants and teleports out of here. That was scary, but he's fine. He's never going in this park ever again though. He doesn't want to die, thank you.

Undertale Papyrus - Thank god he has gloves and huge boots. He throws the nest in the air and kicks it as far as he can like it's a ball, before running in the other direction, screaming to everyone to run. He finds shelter in a shop and stays there a full hour until people of the town comes to take care of the situation.

Underswap Sans - Blue thought he couldn't run faster in his life, but that was before hornets all came out of the nest to get his butt. Blue is trying to feint the wasps to lose them but that isn't working very well. He runs like that all the way back to his car and locks himself in, taunting the hornets who are circling the car angrily.

Underswap Papyrus - That's not really fun as Honey is allergic to wasps and hornets stings. He tried to limitate the damages but he is not fast enough and got sting a good twenty times. Some people managed to drag him inside the shop where he is choking on the floor and having a panic attack because he can't breathe. Honey is good for a trip to the hospital. Blue went to scream at the park owners for not preventing more these types of accidents.

Underfell Sans - He's dumb. So, his first reflex was to teleport. He arrived in his room, relieved. ... Before he realised he still has the hornets nest in the hands. Red lets go of everything. The nest explodes on the ground, freeing hundred of hornets inside the house. Red jumps by the window, and, gulping, calls Edge to tell him there's a "little" problem at home. Edge is so going to kill him.

Underfell Papyrus - His first reflex is to attack the nest with a bone, breaking it in half. He didn't expect hundreds of angry hornets to come out of here. Instinctively, Edge locks himself in a tight bone cage. Nothing can get in, but he can for sure hear the hornets trying to break his defenses. Edge calls Undyne for help, even if he knows his pride will never survive this. Undyne decided to fight the hornets with her fists and soon after is locked in his bone cage with him, hands as big as pineapples. The two jewels of the mighty Royal Guard everyone.

Horrortale Sans - That's not fine. He's not fine. A part of the nest fell in his hole, and now his head is buzzing with angry hornets who are attacking him again and again. Oak is just weakly calling for help, entirely blind because of the nest. Eventually, he will fetch the nest himself, hurting his hands. He comes homes with hundreds of stings, but somehow he doesn't feel them anymore. That's probably concerning. Willow screams, horrified, when he sees how he's looking. Willow is taking him to the hospital. It's the first time Oak actually says nothing to go there. That's not his best day anyway. Poor guy.

Horrortale Papyrus - He got sting once, but only once. After that Willow goes full berserk mode and eradicates all the hornets by crushing them under his boots or with the book he was reading. The book is covered in hornets rests, but he succesfully destroyed the entire nest with his hands. He's in a bad mood the rest of the day though, it ruined his fun.

Swapfell Sans - Nox always learned that when there's danger, you have to go as high as possible. Instinctively, Nox climbs the tree behind him, screaming, to try to get away from the nest. Only, once sitting on a branch, relieved, he remembered the hornets are... FLYING. He screams in fear as all the hornets goes for his butt. Someone is going to be in a terrible mood all week.

Swapfell Papyrus - He looks at the swarm of hornets and lets go a very small "please don't" before all the hornets attack him. Rus is running in circle, screaming as the hornets are stinging him again and again. Rus comes home covered in stings, crashes in his couch and refuses to move for three days. Why is he such a loser? Is someone hating him or something?

Fellswap Gold Sans - He's walking with dignity, a swarm of angry hornets behind him, stinging him once in a while. He acts like it's nothing. He's not giving them any attention anymore. Inside though? Inside, Wine is dying internally, trying his best to not scream at the top of his lungs. He manages to go home and locks the door. He then faceplants into the ground and stays there for the rest of the day.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Years of gaming prepared him for this moment. He grabs the bug net from his inventory and catches the hornets! The hornets quickly escape though, forcing him to run in fear, screaming "ANIMAL CROSSING LIED TO ME" as he's trying to save his own life.

[hsr-texts]

No, but the fact that belobogians never seen a chicken raises so many questions.

What farm animals they have and how do they keep them alive? Like the place has gotta be close to city, because it's simply easier to warm up the area this way. And just how big this farm area needs to be to provide for an entire city?

If they don't have chicken, what do they use instead of chicken eggs? If they don't use any substitutes, then they don't have cakes or other food like that. Or do they only have eggless recipes that don't require baking like some type of cheesecakes? I mean their planet is already like a giant freezer, they can use it.

Or they probably use other eggs, like idk duck eggs.

Does that create an even bigger divide between the overworld and the underground? Like most of the farm animals require plant-based food, so it would be very hard to keep them in the underground, especially after Cocolia ordered to close the border. But does this mean that some kids from the underworld never had milk?

omg hell yes i love discussions like this

this has sent me down a rabbit hole where i'd research belobogian cuisine ingame

(warning: this is a bit of a long post)

i'm looking at the flavor text lore for the dishes that you can get from belobog and i have this stone-grilled olm. i looked up what an olm is and yeah it's basically an amphibian

besides olms, they have crabs which interestingly enough also has interesting lore implications because apparently these crabs could "wreak havoc" in belobog before the eternal freeze and then became extinct so has hook just been eating an extinct species this whole time??

the answer to my question was in "Miners Weekly" where it talks about how the rock crab nests were destroyed so it seems like the extinction only happened recently

then we also have crystal lizards that are coldblooded and live in mines and apparently isn't even meant to be edible despite the fact that this is also something being sold by the food stall. i also wonder if that dialogue at the bottom saying how the crystal lizard satay tastes like chicken is from the trailblazer or march because it can't really be a belobogian

i checked the bookshelf if i had any books that could answer my question and lo and behold, here's a recipe for how the crystal lizard satay and some lore attached to it. apparently the dish was created out of necessity due to a mining accident and lack of rations. i guess desperation can be the best source of creativity.

note: according to the same book, they've eaten candied mushrooms.

so when it comes to farm animals, i found that they do have pork, rye bread soda(?), and yogurt

this implies that they have pigs and cows but we can't be sure if they're different from cows and pigs in our world. the sausage is considered a national delicacy though so perhaps pigs are common enough that they can be produced a lot since a hundred years ago.

i found the recipe for rye bread soda in my bookshelf as well!

then i found out they do have fish and jam which makes me wonder where they fish.

According to Lila, an NPC that's a zoologist, Belobog has dogs, cats, wolves and birds but in ancient times, Belobog had domesticated bears and direwolves in the wild. The bears and direwolves are no longer around though.

anyway yeah this is the info I've found on Belobogian food. I hope you guys enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed researching this.

It's really cool to learn more about this kind of lore in hsr

[f1shbonez]

"You need to get your shit together." (@vastayan--vigilante)

The afternoon’s fun was swiftly intercepted by Scar. 

Jinx had almost considered making the big brute attempt to haul her off to wherever the execution was going to take place. But he’d already gotten the chance to try that once before. It’d be easier to hurt him with a little distance. And so, Jinx followed. 

This was really it, huh? 

No spectacle. No big show. It was almost…disappointing. Insulting, even! She was Jinx! She deserved to go out with a bang. Figures the bugs wanted to take that from her too. 

It wasn’t like any of this was a surprise. Jinx had toyed with the idea of this day countless times in her own head, imagining how it would go down and what she would do. Now that it was happening it felt…anticlimactic. Just her and Scar, nobody else was coming to lend a hand or watch and laugh? Rude. Even now, in her last moments Ekko was robbing her of one final perfect ending. 

Speaking of Ekko, where was he, anyway? A disbelieving breath slid through Jinx’s teeth at his absence. Wow. Great. Sure, she’d hated his sense of sentimentality, but this was bordering on cowardice. Was he really too scared to come and say goodbye? 

These guys were lame. All of them. 

Jinx dug her nails into the soft skin of her palms as she walked, scanning the surroundings while they traipsed further from the tree and towards the tunnels. Now was as good a chance as any to grab something to use as a weapon. She couldn’t face him like this, empty-handed and weak. Fat chance! She’d scrapped with Scar before. Hurt him, too. You could learn a lot about a guy from a good scrap- like how to REALLY hurt him the next time. 

It wasn’t like she’d done anything THAT bad today. Was kicking Fleck into the dirt really deserving of the death penalty? THAT was where the big ‘ol line sat? Eve’s face had been last week. The Scar incident was old news, and the mark over his eye was gone. So what if she’d been a little more tetchy this week- was that really enough to earn a death sentence? Talk about sensitive. Ekko wouldn’t even come out to say so himself. 

Ekko. The name kept swimming to the forefront of her mind, needling at her uncomfortably.

His miraculous disappearance stung. 

It made her angry, too. How could he decide something like that and not look her in the eye?!

But beneath the familiar emotions- the ones she had grown so accustomed to feeling towards Ekko over the last few weeks, lingered a caged sense of fear. It wasn’t like having Ekko present would improve the experience. No, that wasn’t it. There was a sense of certainty and shame in his absence- a confirmation that he wanted her gone but couldn’t watch it happen. Something about that thought made Jinx feel sick.  

Thankfully she couldn’t dwell on it for long as they moved. Her energy was better spent keeping her senses tuned on Scar and his long-legged steps, each twitch of his fingers and the path of his green cat-like eyes. 

She’d make them pay for this. All of them. She’d stick something sharp through Scar’s eyes and leave him in the greywater. There were plenty of holes in this stinking rat nest. She’d find them. Then they’d all be in for a world of pain. That would show Ekko. So what if it was overkill? He’d started it.

As they arrived at a junkpile, Jinx felt her attention tug towards the wreckage for something that would make a good weapon. But she couldn’t take her eyes off Scar. Oh no. She wasn’t gonna give him an opening that easy. 

"You need to get your shit together."  Came the blunt rumble of Ekko’s muscle.

Ha ha. 

If Jinx hadn’t been so busy calculating which pipe would be best at ramming through his throat, she might have laughed. Very funny. Take the trash person to the trash pile! Original. How many other enemies of the bugs were buried under all this? Was THAT why it smelled so bad over here? 

Jinx hardly spared a moment to digest the comment through her racing thoughts, pinning an appraising gaze onto the vastayan. Okay, they were talking. Not going straight for the neck-snapping? Huh. Was Scar feeling okay today? Jinx almost felt disappointed that he wasn’t squaring up to her yet. Hell, the way he was standing made it look like he wasn’t going to be squaring up to her at all. What gives?!

Grinding her teeth, Jinx’s feet shifted restlessly as she permitted herself a chance to take in her surroundings in a little more detail. From the back of her mind a different memory danced forth, disturbed like ripples in a stagnant pond- a memory of standing in polluted water and listening as Silco drawled on about something or other. Now she was here, surrounded by trash. Oh no. This wasn’t gonna be a talk, was it? 

No no no no. They could go back to the neck snapping thing! They could. She’d even find something to hurt Scar with so he could remember the kind of game they were playing!

“Ohhhhhhh, and you’re the one who’s gonna show me?” Jinx shot back derisively, feeling her eyes light up with the savage irony being served up in front of her. Wasn’t Scar the most fucked up person here? Besides her, after all. Was it more funny, or insulting that they sent the junkie street-trash to teach some kinda life lesson? 

“That’s a good one!” A patronising thread wove its way through Jinx’s tone as she scrutinised him. 

I see what you are. 

“Y’wanna skip to the neck snapping part?”

C’mon, it wasn’t like the Big Guy hadn’t been waiting for his shot for weeks. He could have a go. 

Besides, as far as this execution was going, it was already getting kinda boring.

[theoddcatlady]

Crimson Wings

My husband Shaun and I love… well, loved, camping. We would go all year around, snow and rain was no object. We didn’t have kids and our trips didn’t have to be long, we’d pack up on Friday and be back on Sunday night when we couldn’t get any time off.

Last July we’d managed to scrounge up enough PTO for a whole week trip. We were heading down to Tennessee and it was going to be one of our best trips yet.

Our campsite was right smack dab in between two others. The family on our right were the Schultz family. They were the new to the whole camping thing, I had to end up going there to help the guy out with his fire. Greg was grateful though and he could grill with the best of them. His wife Anna was mostly fussed with taking care of their four year old daughter Genesis, but their son Ace was a treasure. He kept coming over to our campsite to tell us stories about giant bears that they’d seen while driving here. Shaun took to him and would swap even more ridiculous tales with the creative six year old.

On our other side was a group of young men out for one last trip before one of them got married. I only really talked with two of them, Brian and Phil, the husband to be and his best friend. They were a bit rowdy but they kept it to the daylight hours and they weren’t being gross so for the most part we ignored them.

There was one trouble maker though- fucking Gavin. Gavin is to blame for all of this. He was the one who kicked the hornet’s nest… literally.

The Schultzes had joined us for dinner on the third day, we’d gone fishing with Greg and Shaun had the kids captivated with a big fish tale when I heard a giant hullabaloo coming from the guy’s camp.

“The heck?” I murmured as I got to my feet, craning my neck to get a better look. I could only see that the guys were wigging out over there.

Shaun waved them off. “Ignore the kids, they probably saw a squirrel or something,” He said.

I frowned. That didn’t sound like excitement, it sounded like… anger. “I’ll be right back, if they’re pissy drunks then I’m gonna say we’re moving our campsite tonight,” I said, stepping over the log I’d used as a seat and walked on over.

One of the guys was giggling like a maniac and I could smell weed on him. The guys were all gathered around something on the ground and Phil was scowling. “Gavin, kick that shit back into the woods!” He said.

Gavin giggled again. “But dude! It’s sooooo big man! Greg’s really gotta see this!”

“He can’t see it you fucking idiot! He’s allergic!”

“Doesn’t he have an Epipen?”

“Oh my god I want to kill you.”

I got closer and finally got a glimpse of what they were freaking out about. It was a massive hornet’s nest, probably a bit bigger that a soccer ball, sitting at the guys’ feet. I could faintly hear the buzzing inside. “Guys, can you please get rid of that thing? You’re lucky none of you have been stung yet,” I scolded.

Phil looked up and threw his arms up in the air. “I’m trying, believe me,” He said through gritted teeth, “but Gavin is an idiot.”

“Awwww, but look at it!” Gavin gestured at it. “It’s soooo cool! The bees are cool too man, one was like, crawling all over my hand and didn’t sting me or nothing! Greg would be fine!”

Phil looked ready to sock Gavin in the mouth before I stepped forward. “Knock it off, I’ll get rid of it.” Wondering if the nest was just konked out from all the smoke from our campfires, I knelt next to the nest and gently lifted it in the air.

A cherry red hornet crawled out of one of the holes. My skin crawled as it gently brushed against my hand, I was lucky I didn’t drop the damn thing. It didn’t seemed particularly offended as I carried it past the treeline and carefully sat it down. I know, that was the stupidest thing I could’ve done, but I thought the nest was either mostly empty or this was a bizarre species of hornet that was really hard to piss off.

I headed back to camp and told them all about it. Ace immediately demanded to see it, his mom shot that idea down and then Greg said dinner was ready, and the easiest way to distract a kid is with food. By the time we’d finished dinner, Ace had all but forgot about the nest. So had I, until I heard shouting again.

This time I could pick out about every third word. I could tell it was Phil, losing his shit on Gavin for bringing the nest back into camp. Gavin kept whining and said the nest was friendly and that the hornets could be their pets. I looked over in time to see Phil shove Gavin and for Gavin to drop the nest.

I heard that thing crack when it hit the ground.

I smelled something like sulfur and suddenly that quiet buzzing I’d heard earlier was magnified a hundred fold. It was deafening, I could almost taste the sound. Ace and Genesis immediately started screaming, clapping their hands over their sensitive little ears as the rest of us instinctively ducked. As if that could protect us from what was about to happen.

The sky turned red with the bodies of thousands of red hornets. Far more than what could possible fit in the nest. Then they dive bombed. I felt one light on my arm before its stinger jabbed in. I screamed and crushed it with a single swat, but the damage had been done. My arm seized up and exploded in pain. I had broken my arm before. This was so, so much fucking worse.

With the last semblance of sense I had, I dragged myself to the tent and hurled myself inside. Shaun ran up, I saw hornets crawling in and out of his shirt as he dragged Ace along. He pushed Ace into the tent before running back to where Anna was crouched, she’d thrown herself over Genesis to shield her from the stinging.

Ace was wailing, rocking himself back and forth as I held the tent flap up to prevent any wasps from getting in. I felt my arm randomly spasm, and whenever it did I felt another wave of pain hit me. I couldn’t ask Ace if he was okay, if he’d been stung, the only thing I could do was scream at the top of my lungs.

The tent door was shoved back open and Genesis was tossed into the tent. Before I could move, Shaun collapsed on top of me and began to bawl like a baby. I managed to crawl out from under him and zipped the tent door shut.

After that, I let myself fully succumbed to the pain.

I don’t know how long it went on. There’s no way to fully describe how bad this was. Time didn’t make it any better. If anything it got so much fucking worse. I could sometimes hear Anna screaming but those stopped before it was dark outside. The buzzing never stopped. It seemed like it would never stop.

I vomited on myself sometime during the night. I swear I saw things from how bad the pain was. Dark figures moving past the tent, walking trees, the tent catching on fire and burning poor Genesis alive… then I’d blink and the fire would be gone. Genesis would still be crying and there was nothing outside the tent but the goddamn hornets.

Passing out was a mercy. When I woke up, the buzzing had quieted down to almost nothing. The two children were asleep on each other, snoring quietly.

Shaun’s lifeless eyes stared up at the ceiling of the tent, several swollen purple and red bumps covering his entire body to the point he was barely recognizable. I think he’d been stung a few dozen times saving Genesis and Ace. And he’d paid with it with his life.

I tried to shake him awake, I begged him to wake up with my voice hoarse from all the screaming, but he didn’t. He was gone.

I slipped out of the tent and nearly tripped over Greg’s body. He’d tried making it into our tent, his sting covered hand was still reaching for the zipper. Anna was at the forest’s edge, slumped over a tree stump.

I almost wished Gavin was still alive so I could wring his fucking neck, but he was a few yards away from where I found Anna. The bachelor party laid in various positions on the ground, all covered in uncountable stings.

But I wasn’t alone.

I tripped over Phil and a few others, seeing if any of them had survived when I saw her.

For a second, she looked… normal. A red haired teenager, no older than fourteen or fifteen, wearing a teal t-shirt and cargo shorts. I nearly sobbed as I hurried to her, babbling out nonsense about the hornets.

Then I saw she had a few dozen of them sitting on her shoulders.

I came to a stop as the girl cocked her head to the side.

“… You didn’t mean to hurt them. But they didn’t know that,” She said softly, blinking and dark brown eyes turning into black compound. Translucent crimson wings protruded from her back, occasionally twitching.

I couldn’t believe my eyes as she came closer, I saw even more hornets crawling on her skin, flying in and out from her pockets and shirt. She knelt by my side and her soft fingers brushed the swollen sting on my arm. Without a word, she squeezed it and it popped. I screamed and nearly passed out again before it all went numb.

A brand new hornet crawled out from the popped wound, cleaning off its antenna and wings of blood. The girl smiled and took it into her hands, placing it in her mouth.

“Many of my family died today, but yours will provide replacements.” She winked, as if she was sharing a joke, and whistled a tune as she walked away.

Every body burst at that moment. The air was filled with a soft hum as hornets rose from the corpses, following the winged girl into the forest, where they all vanished.

No, I was never given an explanation when I was taken to the hospital. They didn’t bother. No one had a clue what happened out there. From what I heard, Ace and Genesis have both gone completely deaf. I don’t know if it’s a psychological thing or a physical one, but there’s hope with hearing aids and therapy they can recover.

I can’t move my right arm anymore. I’m still in therapy but it’s looking like I’ll never be able to use it again. I ended up quitting my job, I get by on disability. I can never sleep because my dreams are just of buzzing and screams. Occasionally I’ll feel stabs of pain in my dead arm when I wake up from these nightmares.

And sometimes when I wake up, I think I see that winged girl standing at the foot of my bed, smiling with scarlet hornets crawling over her teeth.

[this-nightmare-doesnt-exist-yet]

I've been thinking about Rat and the adopted egg thing again.

Equally as painful to the theoretical scenario of Darius having shattered the egg in an alternate timeline. If Rat got put into a place similar to the qsmp with how they gave the people of other nationalities an egg to sit after the others already theirs, Rat being given back Gum after being sucked into an alternate universe again would be heart wrenching.

Kind of like Charlie with Flippa, but instead of going out to fight god they would go into a depressive state believing that maybe it's a universal constant for their child to be dead.

They'd dig themself a hole and sleep until the hunger or thirst gets too much and do the bare minimum to avoid pain but not to live.

Then probably get rudely shaken from their hibernation by some other player coincidentally renovating the mountainside that they have been hulled up in for months.

Rat would crawl out looking like a grumpier version of that cat that woke up from a nap under a weight blanket.

Cue a funny yet sad argument between Rat and whoever has just bulldozed into their grief hole. (can be taken as a pun) So there's not a hotel being built on top of the dirt m nest and legally they can't do anything because they didn't get land rights. When construction is done Rat is too tired and stubborn to go find somewhere else, so they just start breaking into the hotel and sleeping in unoccupied rooms before getting kicked out and eventually getting in again.

Then a really funny section of time where Rat struggles to survive being locked in a hotel room without food or water in an attempt to meet the requirements for squatters rights and own the room from then on. The hotel owner is staunchly against this but the cops aren't doing anything about it at this point.

I've seen a horror movie with a similar premise of being locked in a haunted NY apartment for six weeks, and this isn't the first time Rat has been stuck in a position. (Rat got accidentally trapped in a person's back yard for several weeks irl time due to roof parkour, invisible property walls, and the land owner being on vacation. I logged on every day until the person found me and let me out. I can and will do it again if given the chance to and it fits the story.)

In a weird way Rat regains the will to live even if it is mostly coming from spite for getting their home stolen and not being allowed to sleep how they want to.

Like you might think it's impossible but if that hotel room is big enough they will turn off the lights to let mobs spawn in then beat them to death with their god given trowel hands and feast on their rotting flesh.

But also the alternative option of Rat canonically dying while locked in a room wholly unrelated to any major plot points in the larger world of lore would be epic. In a sense they win their story but had no effect on anyone else's large scale other than to occasionally be reference as the guy that died due to malnutrition while refusing to leave a hotel room for seemingly no reason whatsoever.

Not that I personally wouldn't want to participate in the stories if I could, it's just that it would be more in character. It could easily be prevented if anyone wanted to adjust some things but if not discouraged from bad behavior Rat is prone to spiral haphazardly.

Not a good look on any of the other characters if they get so distracted by everything else happening that they forget that Rat is slowly dying of neglect.

Part of how that might happen is that it is character roleplay and people get so used to other player characters being able to handle themselves being left alone that they would not think of this as a valid option for how a character would go.

Secondly being that it is roleplay the other players naturally would want to be where the action is happening.

Why would anyone think Rat would die a completely preventable death?

The most noise would likely be from the person that owns the hotel complaining about Rat and scarcely anyone else unless some solid friendships formed with some other characters.

Imagine watching real time as somebody's favorite (could just be me but I can't rule out the possibility of others) minecraft character has a mental health crisis and dies an insignificant death in an otherwise active and thriving community of players.

seeing the little joined message in chat every day, ignoring it as not your business at the moment. Several weeks of this before a single simple message from the game that Rat has starved, then silence from then on. Imagine being a fellow player wondering what happened and only just finding out by skipping through hours of VODs of Rat in one increasingly messy room.

On one hand it is absurd but on the other it is a depiction of misery in ways that most won't encounter in detail.

Simultaneously meaning full on a small scale but near meaningless on a larger scale. Just a blip compared to the churning storms of everything else going on in the server.

A heavy segment that will likely be forgotten in the whirlwind. Who the fuck does that and why in minecraft of all places?

To rope back to the start of this, why wouldn't somebody that has cut themself off from the wider world not be out of touch with all that happens while they are away?

Why wouldn't sorrow drive a person to madness?

It's all there just this isn't the way that people usually take this sort of thing. They want to see a character get better or be a part of the larger whole, not an unintentional cautionary tale of how to lose a life.

it is depressing on paper but in follow through I would hope people would be laughing so hard at the silly stuff that they don't get how sad it is.

Some poor soul would be in a different chat and be the only one to see the death message and get hit with a wave of dread in understanding the implications of such a small detail.

[bloop-im-a-frog-now]

avec toi, je suis bien - vii

This is the last part of this fic!!! I’m so glad it’s done and I’m so happy about the story I’ve told thru it. Hopefully you guys enjoy this last part just like I enjoyed writing it!

Master Post

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Content warnings: sensory overload

haunted by a darker side, transcends to walking in the light

Things couldn’t be more perfect. Their dwelling had all the essentials, a show of Cub’s redstone prowess and Scar’s landscaping mastery as well as a comfortable nest big enough for the two of them. Scar sighs, hands on faer hips as fae gauges faer work, a satisfactory feeling blooming in faer chest. 

Cub hums beside faer. “Impressive.”

“It wouldn’t be complete without your redstone,” Scar laughs, a bit bashful at faer friend’s compliment. 

“Don’t sell yourself short,” Cub bumps its elbow against faer side, Scar feigning pain, “the amethyst really adds a nice touch to it.”

Scar rubs faer side, a smile forming on faer face and a rush of magick throughout faer body. Yeah, this was perfect. 

The sun was still up when they were done arranging their hiding spot. 

“Wanna join me exploring a bit?” Scar suggests, glancing at it.

Faer friend shakes its head. “I’ll explore inside the mansion, you can do whatever.”

Scar shrugs. “Your loss.”

And off fae goes, walking through the hole they decided to not patch up, and smelling the nature around faer. The bees buzz close to the flowers and the rabbits hop across the fields, barely leaving any trace behind. 

Scar loves exploring outside, beyond the confinements of the mansion, where there was more life than the walking students and magickmongers. Almost as full of life as their resting place—Scar was really proud of the effect faer landscaping created inside. Fae hopes they’ll stay there as long as they could, fae thinks fae couldn’t handle another long journey to find a mansion for Cub’s magick. 

If they ever get discovered, fae isn’t sure what they’ll do. Leave or try to bargain? Scar will definitely try to bargain and compromise, Cub might take the easier route and leave. A shiver runs down faer spine. Fae hopes it will never come to that. 

All that thinking brings faer close to a village, where most farmermongers housed. Fae didn’t realize faer wandering brought faer so close to the farmermongers, and immediately uses faer magick to dissimulate faer. Fae hasn’t dared to be this close to them, hasn’t dared to know what they thought of Allays or if they could even smell Vex on faer. 

Fae hides behind a house, checking the main plaza as farmermongers go around their business, ears twitching in alert for anyone going close to faer. The only reason why Scar went close to this village was the easy access it offered to the geode fae has discovered. 

Fae no longer needs to do many hours in the wood for some amethyst, this village is close and has everything fae needs. Cub accompanying faer a few times absolutely did not solidify Scar’s opinion of the village, fae totally explored it by faerself without needing to cling onto Cub at every foreign noise. 

This village housed farmers, but also miners and artisans, skilled in the crystal cravings and barter of those valuable items. At least, Scar learned amethyst was a valuable item in the eyes of the farmermongers. Fae hasn’t seen any shards of amethyst in mansions or seen magickmongers use any in all of faer lifetime. 

It has made faer wonder what use the shard of amethyst possibly could have. Not that it matters currently, Scar is on a mission to get more crystals and maybe look for enchanted tools to feed Cub. 

Fae quickly peaks at a window of the house fae’s hiding behind. An artisan raises a shard of amethyst close to their face, glass standing between the two, and inspects it. Faer magick vibrates with envy, a churn in faer stomach begging faer to grab it. Fae wills faer body still and the magick away from the artisan, doubling faer effort to dissimulate faerself, a mantra in faer mind that they haven’t given it to faer, thus fae can’t take it .

Scar never had that problem to dim faer urges, but the drowning magick and the shine of the amethyst are not helping faer situation. Soft chuckles echo in faer mind, giggles and harsh words spinning around and around, the never ending judgmental glares, look at faer, displaying Vex urges, such crassness .

Scar shakes faer head, desperately putting the echoes in the back of faer mind, and faer ears twitch as the ding! of the little bell brings faer back to reality. Fae swiftly cowers under the window, ears still attentive for any approaching movement.

Only the commotion of the plaza can be detected, the house being strangely quiet. Scar frowns and dares to peak despite the increased risks. 

A humanoid, not a farmermonger or a magickmonger (though the magick radiating from them could’ve proven Scar wrong), has entered the workshop, looking around it as the artisan freezes at the sight of the stranger. Scar squints faer eyes and realizes, to faer horror, they look like the humanoids who invaded their mansion.

Scar’s certain their mansion is miles and miles away from this one, how can this humanoid already be in this corner of the world? Aren’t they occupied with the Allays they stole, or with all the magick items they took from the mansion? Scar’s magick prods faer coat, and once again, fae has to keep it under reins, fae can’t tell if the humanoid can sense faer magick or not. 

Radiating magick doesn’t make you a magickmonger. 

“What can I do for you?” the artisan asks.

The humanoid hums. “You’re the lapidarist here?”

The artisan nods at the title. A trill of terror threatens to come out of Scar’s throat, but fae manages to keep it in check as the humanoid speaks.

“What are their properties?”

They slam their palm against the desk, jotting both the artisan and Scar. They lean on their side, looking something in their hand, the artisan’s inspection still in their periphery vision. 

Scar raises on faer tiptoes to effectively observe what exactly the humanoid asked to be inspected. When faer eyes land on the object, magick charges toward faer, pricking faer skin and making faer close faer eyes at the overwhelmness. What are those?

“Where did you get these?” the artisan asks.

They haven’t raised their head to look at the humanoid, their gaze hyperfocused on the gems. That’s what they are, Scar realizes when faer eyes weren’t stinging with magick, crystals, magick crystals. Bright, shiny and most of all, astonishing blue crystals are resting in the artisan’s hand and Scar’s whole body is begging for faer to take them, a bigger urge than taking the shard of amethyst. 

“Just give me what I want.”

The artisan puts the crystals down, Scar squeezing faer eyes shut at the wave of magick they emit, and lets out a deep sigh.

“I need a couple of days before telling their exact properties.”

The humanoid leans in further in the artisan’s space, hands clenching the edge of the table. 

“I’ll give you thirty minutes, nothing more.”

The silence that hangs over them is heavier than an iron block. The humanoid leaves and Scar hides under the window once again. 

The urge to get those blue crystals, those shiny and bright crystals, refuses to calm down and Scar knows fae needs to get some of them for faer and Cub. That instinct to bring something valuable to faer mate, to prove faer loyalty and to show fae cares about it. 

Scar dares a peek at the artisan’s shop once more, and sees the door wide open, no one inside. 

This is faer chance to grab those crystals. They are just lying on the table, ready to be taken. Scar darts at the entrance, making sure faer magick still dissimulated faer, and enters the house.

It’s cold inside despite the warm sun, the rays of light reflect the condensed water on the stone walls, and the magick of the amethysts and other crystals prod at Scar’s skin. 

Fae wants to get away from this place as soon as possible, moisture surrounds faer hands and makes them clammy, which isn’t an ideal texture to steal things. Fae spots the gleaming blue crystals on top of the table, out of faer reach. Of course it’s out of faer reach, fae grumbles. 

Fae finds the chair the artisan was using to sit on and uses it to climb on top of the table. There they are, in all of their glory, magick guiding faer closer to them, enticing faer to touch them, to grab them, to take them for faerself. They’re blue sky, somewhat polished and are glowing harmoniously. 

Scar grabs one and its magick runs through faer veins, boosting faer magick better than any shards of amethyst could do. Fae gasps at the powerful magick in those crystals and takes another one from the pile. 

Just as fae’s about to inspect the other piece, a high-pitch scream deafens faer and fae covers faer ears while cowering in fear at the abrupt sound. fae opens one eye only to see fae has been caught, farmermongers pointing at faer, clutching their hoes and bucket as they frantically call the humanoid. 

Scar knows fae’s screwed. 

Fae jumps on the ground, much to faer legs displeasure, and runs out of the house and into the crowd, the two crystals Scar managed to snatch still in faer hands. Far magick uselessly shields faer from being seen, but non-magical beings can still see faer run into the forest, far away from their village. 

Barks echo and Scar yelps at the sound. Fae slows down to figure which direction they're coming from, but when the echoes surround faer, Scar sucks in a breath and runs blindly further into the forest. 

Fae desperately sends some magick towards Cub in hopes it will find faer and bring faer back home, back to their resting place. The sun’s lowering faster than Scar would’ve liked and fae just wants to go home. 

——

Help , Cub hears. Mate help help help-

That’s Scar. 

What did fae do to send a distress signal? And so far away? Cub pokes its head on their makeshift window, the shimmer of magick being stronger there. Scar doesn’t stop sending distressed magick and it can’t take it anymore. 

It needs to find faer. 

Quickly and quietly, Cub leaves their hiding shelter, the strength of the shimmer guiding it towards its friend. When it arrives at the edge of the forest, its eyes widen in fear, the Allay’s magick not helping. 

What trouble did Scar roped faerself into?

Fae never goes far into the forest, mostly harvesting plants for faer terraforming and decorating their place, and they traversed the forest exactly twice. When they had first found the mansion and when they found the nearest village; but Scar was with it, couldn’t go beyond a certain point. Or so the Vex thought.

Cub takes a deep breath and enters the forest, concentrating on the agitated magick to locate Scar despite it prickling its kin and fluttering its wings. Its ears twitch at the sound of barks and leafs moving sporadically. It’s getting closer to its friend.

It’s when it picks up a familiar muttering, the same one as the magick being sent its way, that it knows it has found faer. Cub hides behind a tree, to hide itself from the barks, sending its magick towards Scar to guide faer towards it. 

The familiar magick reciprocates its message, now soothing its bones instead of prodding its skin. Its eyes survey the land until it finds the familiarly blue figure.

Scar looks out of breath and ready to talk but Cub snatches faer behind it, iron sword in its hand, eyes scanning the area. Its magick immediately creates a bubble to dissimulate them from any creatures. 

The barks are harder to hear, they’re getting away from them. 

Cub lets out a sigh of relief before turning its glaring gaze at the Allay. Scar lets out a sheepish chuckle, trying so hard to look innocent, but Cub knows better and knows Scar knows. 

Scar trills, soothing Cub somewhat (not as efficiently as when Cub was neutral), and brings faer claw between them. Cub tilts its head, fur standing on its edge at the strong magick with a mix of the Allay’s that emitted from the claw. 

Cub frowns, not used to that strong rush of magick. What did Scar find?

Scar opens faer claw, and Cub’s eyes widen at the sight of the powerful magick released by the blue crystal—the same blue as Scar’s fur. 

“I may have spotted these and took ‘em.” The Vex’s wings flutter at the strange choice of words. “But now we have a constant supply of magick!”

Cub admires the crystals and the magick radiating from them. Swirls of a darker blue mix with the light blue, illuminating in Scar’s palm. Cub doesn’t know about the constant magick supply, after all, the Allay had many shards of amethyst back in their abode and Cub’s exploring had more usages than just exploring. 

Scar moves faer hand closer to faerself, picking up one perfectly cut shard and handing it to Cub, a smile on faer face. 

And Cub can only stare, magick buzzing around it, trying to reach out for Scar’s at the gesture. Giving gifts had always been how Cub knew the hive still appreciated it, it was an honor to receive a gift from a Vex. 

Cub takes the shard and puts it back with the other, closing Scar’s claws around them and closing is eyes. For the gift to truly be mesmeric, the Vex’s magick invites the Allay’s magick to mix and pour it into those crystal, to have their mark on it. 

Cub’s wings flutter in excitement when Scar’s magick touches its, despite the aches it creates on its back. Its friend trills and sways side to side, boosting the link between them and flood the crystals with their magick. 

When the ritual is done, Cub opens its eyes, smiling when Scar jumps on faer feet. 

“That was amazin’ !”

Cub takes one of the crystals, placing it beside its iron sword as Scar marvels at the glow around the crystal. 

“Why did you send a distress signal?”

Scar freezes, eyes shifting away from Cub, much to its confusion. 

“Scar?” it prods.

Scar inhales sharply. “Now, don’t be mad, bu-ut I may have stolen them from the village.”

Cub quirks an eyebrow, waiting for more. Scar sighs in defeat.

“The magick was compelling me to steal them, they actually came from a humanoid, if you can imagine.”

Cub glances at the crystal, somehow not surprised to learn a humanoid has found crystals as powerful as these. 

“So the village chased you down.”

“Yep.”

Cub sighs, but can’t help but laugh. Of course Scar would steal powerful crystals and gift it to the Vex. That’s what Scar does best. 

“Why doesn’t it surprise me?”

“Hm?”

Cub smiles, gesturing faer to follow it. “C’mon, let’s go back to the base.”

Scar trills, a skip to faer step as they walk back to the mansion, being cautious of any monsters that might harm them. 

Eventually, Scar finds a way to pierce their ears like fae has seen many farmer and magickmongers do, and they manage to hang the crystal on their ear. Eventually, they learn when they grow apart, the crystals don’t glow—which the Vex may or may not have taken advantage of it whenever the Allay pranks it. Eventually, they learn when they’re apart, they can still sense the other’s magick, like the dying embers of a fire, bringing the both of them a sense of comfort at the knowledge.

And if others ask them if they’re married, Cub and Scar would always look at each other, mischief in their eyes and magick, and—depending on the day—would confirm or deny or would do neither, making some strange story about it. But, with the crystals making their bond stronger, they had to admit whatever it is they have is quite powerful in of itself.

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You ain't missing out now! 👏

❤- Favorite Tangled Character?

💔- Least favorite Tangled Character?

✨- Moonstone or Sundrop?

🎥- Favorite Season (½/3)?

📺- Another show you’d like to see have a cross over with Tangled?

😺- Number 1 animal companion?

💎- Favorite AU?

👗- Favorite character outfit?

👔- Least favorite character outfit?

🧠- Random Tangled Headcanon you have?

🌙- Favorite Moon Character? (E.g Cass, Varian, Eugene.)

📚- Favorite Tangled Fanfic?

⏰- When did you join the fandom?

💭- How did you learn about TTS?

🎶- Best Tangled Song?

🙉- Worst Tangled Song?

💞- Which character do you relate to the most?

💢- Which character do you not relate to the most?

💥- A big a opinion you have related to the Tangled movie/series?

We all know Cass is my gurl from now until forever! But I also love her smokin hot dad where she definitely got her looks from,Hector and her aunt Adira.😌

Nigel. He can go die in a hole for all I care.

Moonstone 1000%!!!! I have built SO MUCH lore around that opal.

Season 2. Gave us all a lot to work with when it comes to lore and it Twas sad that it Twas not touched on enough in the next season.

Probably HTTYD and the book series the Wingfeather saga. They are both heavily based on dragons so I’d put a WHOLE ASS BUNCH of Saponin lore in there.

I can’t pick one animal 😭😭😭. My number ones would have to be pascal,owl,little big guy,and Hector’s pets who I have named Raynan (rhino),Kinzey & Thanatos (bear cats)

Any next gen aus and anything involving the brotherhood!

Cassandra’s adventure suit and her armor in season two. And raps and Eugene’s outfits in season three. I also like the redesign outfits I’ve made for Cass and Andrew for my next gen au.

Probably Rapunzel’s coronation gown. It just doesn’t feel like her with the big poofy skirt. And Eugene’s outfit for rap’s coronation

I have WAAAAAAAYY too many 😭😭😭. Here are some of them: Hector has ADHD,Cass is near sighted and also has ADHD but she’s medicated (idk if they had that but let’s just say they do),varian and Edmund are both autistic,Stan and Cass are cousins (the cap being Stan’s uncle),Quirin is the oldest of the brotherhood,Edmund is the second oldest after him is Adira and Hector is the youngest. Hector is a Capricorn and is born on Christmas eve (is there a specific reason y I headcanon that? No) Hector and Eugene’s mom are half siblings,Cap had a wife when he adopted Cass but they got divorced,and then Cass’s “mom” died when Cass was 16. Willow has ADHD,and her and the Cap used to be a thing. I also headcanon that the Cap’s name is Caleb. Adira and Eugene’s mom used to date,earlier in high school. Hector stole his rhino from a circus that was passing through the DK,and he found the bear cats in the woods. Cass found Owl as a bb chick that fell out of his nest and was hurt and this happened not too long after her mom died so Owl just became her emotional support animal as well as her fighting bird. Andrew is dyslexic,oh and Quirin is color blind.

Idk ig Cass but I don’t like how they wrote it in the series. But my second would have to be Varian cuz ngl that would also make sense. But yet again I’m also interested with the moon!Eugene au.

I need to read more but so far Blood of my brother by AMax76✨😌✨

2018,when season one just ended. I did watch the short film when it came out but,then I just kinda forgot abt it😅. So yah I officially joined in 2018

Saw the teaser on Disney channel.

My top three should be, 1) ready as I’ll ever be 2)waiting in the wings 3)nothing left to lose

Through it all and living the dream.

At the beginning:raps. By the end? Cass,Eugene and Varian.

Fred.

Again I have too many😅. But I’ll try to keep this one shorter. IMO we should’ve had more lore on the DK and especially Saporia. I really would’ve liked to see them really dive into the motives of why they wanted to take Corona back. I also think that Ready as I’ll ever be should’ve gotten a reprise ont eh finale I stead of us getting through it all,cuz let’s be real that song was not it.

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Hunter x Hunter Chapter 206 - A real Fight

Well I’ve been on a roll for the past few days so let’s add another chapter to today

FINALLY READY

and with one day more than what Biscuit expected

TRUE ART

FLEE DOGOOOOOS

that’s a big aura

OOOO back to the chimeras nest ?

Kite is there looking ominous

are we supposed to think he’s been brought back by Pitou ?

Well, actually we’re back to Gon

so the 2011 anime did add some flavor to Youpi’s birth !

It’s a nice scene 

Anyway beginning with a roast is a bit boastful Gon

VERY COOL PANEL

LET’S GOOOOOOOOOO

Nice aura Gon

Knuckle dashes forward

he seems a bit cautious

Gon’s fast, I tend to forget that but Knuckle isn’t slow either

those panels are very dynamic

I really enjoy reading Togashi’s fight because they’re so easy to read

The panels and their transitions are cool and clear

OOF

different flavors of teleporting behind you

STRONK

Gon managed to guard it’s cool

but yeah injuring an enhancer like that when you’re a conjurer is quite a feat

well he’s also just bigger with more muscles because he’s older

but still quite a feat

The ants are scared

and we’re going to wait for the kids to end their fight, 

A good choice considering they’re one day away from the deadline

Especially if the ants are going to stay holed up for a whole week

gather your strengths and your reinforcements

Morel, stop being bitchy

Never understood that tendency to enjoy playing big

Wait we don’t get Knov’s bet ?????

he bet on all of them guyyyyys

Anyway the ants

Three royal guards, 14 squadron leaders, one queen left

OH YAY

that scene

Netero is looking very decrepit here

if there is one trop of dere I don’t like it’s the yandere, like I’ve had enough psychopatic stalker girls, I need other kind of psychopath or evil girls

And not always focused on a guy please

XOXO

the grandmas

I’m going to do some rooibos right now

have fun guys and gals and theypals !