#it still sucks here in ph

[waywardsalt]

im thinking about possession aftereffects that linebeck experiences immediately after the events of phantom hourglass, so here are bullet points i have down for my own ideas

he’s out cold for roughly five days after the fight. he’s conscious for a bit after being freed, but it doesn’t take long for him to collapse once he’s transported back to the great sea. link finds him when he reaches his ship to see him again (he takes a lifeboat or w/e from tetras ship its a whole thing and not the point) and ends up having to take care of him for those five-ish days.

while he’s out cold, he develops a bad fever, and has a good few physical injures from being possessed; all of his wounds from being possessed manifest as burns, the worst wounds bring cauterized and mostly closed, while smaller ones are still open wounds. the largest wound is a large burn covering most of his back, which is cauterized by the time he passes out, and then there are smaller, still open burns on his upper arms and legs. (the smaller wounds are manageable by link when he follows some medical instructions, [there are some medical books on the ship] the larger one is also manageable, but takes a lot longer to properly heal).

(link asks tetra and her crew to stick around for a while to keep linebeck stabilized while he’s unconscious. when linebeck wakes up, tetra and her crew are good to leave because then linebeck can better report what’s going on, and knows how to handle injuries).

linebeck’s fever persists after he wakes up, and he experiences… pretty much every fever symptom, with especially bad chills and full-body aches. the aches are really bad for the first few days after he wakes up, he’s extremely physically weak and shaky for a while, too. that weakness and shakiness get better with time, but he doesnt go entirely back to normal without actually moving around and doing things to build that strength back up.

he’s delirious and struggles to stay awake for those first few conscious days, too, which makes that weakness and shakiness worse; he struggles to eat and drink water, and struggles to string together thoughts or words to talk to link, and both of them figure out pretty quickly that they’ll have to wait a bit longer before so much as an attempt to coax him out of bed can be made.

beyond existing problems with food, linebeck struggles to keep anything down while he recovers, and becomes ill pretty much every time after he eats anything, so a bucket is kept near his bed. with water, he obviously needs to drink a lot of it considering that he’s feverish, injured, and vomiting frequently, but while he’s sick he has a bit of an irrational fear of water (along with an irrational fear of air and the wind, which makes him hesitant to go outside while he’s sick).

he’s generally pretty irritable, which isn’t particularly new, but it makes him prone to refusing help with certain things. he’s less irritable when tired and just resting. he’s also especially nervous, and despite the overall fatigue, he struggles to sleep for very long while he’s sick, and as said before, is often delirious and even confused when things are bad.

along with the other difficulties eating, linebeck has a hard time swallowing for a bit, and salivates a lot more than normal while he’s sick. he is soooo fucking dehydrated the whole time and that really doesn’t help.

while the weakness and shakiness stays for the entire time he’s sick and even a bit afterwards, for the first few days after he wakes up he’s stiff and also experiences some muscle spasms and numbness in his limbs, and has a hard time keeping his balance the first few times he gets out of bed.

once the sickness clears up fully, linebeck has to still be careful with the scar on his back; it’s sensitive to touch for a while and hurts when exposed to the sun or air for too long and when he stretches his back too far, but eventually just reaches the point where it’s a bit sensitive but is otherwise just a large scar.

obviously he’s also going through the wringer in an emotional and mental illness sense too but those would require a whole new bullet point list.

[unexpectedbrickattack]

peep peep 🐁..

[astrxealis]

good morning my personality for the day is that i'm uncontrollably sobbing on the inside about ff9 and ff10

[famewolf]

about to have my last doctor appointment for the foreseeable future. losing the health insurance I have had for three years with my job.

[ariestrxsh]

𖧷₊˚˖𓍢ִ🍓✧˚.🍭༘⋆ﾟ＊𖧷₊˚˖𓍢ִ🍓✧˚.🍭༘⋆ﾟ＊

⚠️ content warning: ⚠️ smut, food play, light biting, oral, softdom!chris, fratboy!chris, innocent!reader

📝 author's note: 📝 please don't actually do what these characters do with the lollipop in this fic unless you're fully aware of the risk, as it can upset your pH balance and lead to infection 💖 stay safe

✍️ Summary: ✍️ Chris walks in on you enjoying your lollipop, and he's determined to make you pay for teasing him.

𖧷₊˚˖𓍢ִ🍓✧˚.🍭༘⋆ﾟ＊𖧷₊˚˖𓍢ִ🍓✧˚.🍭༘⋆ﾟ＊

"Whatcha got there?" Chris asked, walking into your dorm room and closing the door behind him. You were laying on your bed on your stomach with your white comforter beneath you. You were kicking your feet behind you with a lollipop in one hand and your other hand on a copy of War and Peace, turning the page. You were reading it for your college freshman literature class and had to do a report on it.

"My book?" You looked up at Chris inquisitively. This caught you off-guard because Chris wasn't the reading type. "No, what's in your mouth?" He wondered, smiling at you and surveying the way your tongue danced around on your candy. "A lollipop. It's strawberry," you said, sinking it back into your lips while you sheepishly looked up at him. "If you're here for Amanda, she's not here right now. She should be back in a couple hours," you told him. Amanda was your dorm mate, and she and Chris had been casually seeing each other for a couple of months, but neither of them wanted anything serious. "No, actually, I'm here to see you," he smiled sinisterly at you. "Me?" You furrowed your brow at him.

Chris had been starstruck by you since he met you. You had this harmlessness and naivety about you. You'd been brought up in a good home with strong morals and values, but because of this, you didn't go to any of the parties or entertain boys. You just kept your head in your studies and didn't socialize much. Chris liked this about you, but not in a wholesome kind of way. He was more interested in how innocent you were, how malleable you were, and what he could do to get you to bend or break your own moral code. He couldn't help how much it turned him on to think about corrupting you.

"Yeah, you," he smirked at you, brushing the back of his hand against your cheek. The way he touched you sent shivers down your spine. It was partially because you found him very attractive, and it was partially because his demeanor made you nervous, like you were subconsciously picking up on his intentions. "You look so pretty sucking on that lollipop, princess," he complimented you. You looked up at him with your big doe eyes. Being called pretty and princess by Chris made the butterflies in your stomach flutter. He could tell you liked his attention even though you were very subtle about it. "Want to know what else you'd look good sucking on?" Chris leaned down and whispered in your ear. You blushed, snorted, and looked back down at your reading assignment.

"You ever suck cock, hmm?" He tipped your chin up to look at him. You shook your head while you continued sucking on your strawberry-flavored candy. "You got something against it?" He wondered, looking down at you. "No, it's not that. Just haven't found the right guy to do it with. That's all," you responded embarrassed by how forward Chris was being. "Well, you're being a very naughty girl right now, sucking on that lollipop in front of me, teasing me," Chris said, biting his lip and still stroking your face as he seduced you with his blue eyes and his arousing words.

The thought of Chris was enticing to you, and Chris was just as enticed by you, watching the way you worked your mouth on your lollipop while he imagined it was his cock. It wasn't that you were saving yourself until marriage or against having sex, but you were picky about who your first sexual encounter would be. Chris wouldn't have originally been the kind of guy you went for, as he was in a frat, he was a bit of a bad boy, and he was known for being a player, but when he spoke to you and touched you, it sent an electric current through you that magnetized you to him. It was like you couldn't stay away even if you tried.

"I think I need to teach you a little lesson about teasing," Chris cooed, instantly making you wet. It was unlike you, but you let yourself get swept up in the moment. You nodded at him, giving him your consent to do whatever he wanted. You were entranced by what he had to say. Chris reached out for your lollipop, took it out of your mouth, and slipped it into his own. "Mmmm tastes good," he commented.

Then he pulled your face towards his. He looked deeply into your eyes for a few seconds, building up the anticipation before your guys' first kiss together. He nudged your nose with his own and locked his lips with yours. His kiss was demanding but restrained, and you felt yourself fully immersed under his spell while his tongue grazed your teeth. Sloppy, wet kissing sounds filled the air. He was undeniably the best kisser you'd ever experienced. His mouth was soft, and he gently trapped your bottom lip in between his perfect white teeth. He pulled away, releasing your lip from his bite.

"Mmmm, why don't you take off your clothes, princess?" He softly asked, smiling at you and putting the sucker back into his mouth. Hesitantly, you removed your top, and your breasts bounced out as the stretchy fabric let them loose. You slowly unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them down along with your cotton panties. "Wow, look at you," Chris said, reaching out, gently carressing the curve of your waist, and admiring your body. Normally, you'd feel insecure and want to hide yourself, but the way Chris admired you took away any fear you had.

"Lay back, sweet girl," he ordered you in a gentle voice. You leaned back onto your hands. He popped the sucker out of his mouth, and you gasped at the sensation as Chris started teasing your nipples with it. The lollipop was wet and sticky, and you shuddered as he started drawing little circles with it. After teasing them both, he daintily suckled on each one, giving incredible attention to detail as he flicked his tongue across them and softly nibbled on your sensitive nerve endings. You rewarded his impeccable mouth work with a few sultry whimpers. He'd pause every few seconds to look up at you and suck on the lollipop some more. He was driving you crazy.

He left a trail of kisses down your breasts, across your rib cage and your stomach to the top of your hips. You bent your knees and placed your feet against the foot of the bed, and Chris lowered himself between your legs. "Has anyone ever told you how pretty your pussy is, princess?" He inquired in his softest voice, trailing kisses down your inner thigh. "No one's ever seen it before," you shyly responded, turning red in the cheeks. "Well, how lucky am I?" He answered, taking in the view.

He took the lollipop and started gently running it along your wet folds. You let out a soft giggle at first and then a few moans as the smooth, marble-like surface tickled your clit. "You like the way that feels, baby?" Chris murmured while he looked up at you, his hand guiding the candy and moving it in a controlled circular motion over your bundle of nerves. It felt exceptional, the way Chris was toying with you and bringing you close to the edge with a strawberry sucker. Chris started teasing your hole with the candy, placing it at your entrance and smiling devilishly up at you.

Chris gently pushed it inside of you, and you let out a gasp. He started thrusting it in and out of you while you chased the feeling, rolling your hips forward and starting to ride it a bit. "You're so naughty. You love this, don't you?" He cooed while you bucked your hips some more. You nodded and bit your lip. He fucked you with it a little faster, giving you exactly what you wanted while he gently took the skin of inner thigh between his teeth. You felt a pressure building deep within your core that was begging for release. You started squirming, shaking, and uncontrollably moaning as you came undone while wrapped around the lollipop. Chris was watching you closely with lust in his eyes as the scene unfolded before him.

You finished onto the candy, and Chris started to slow his thrusts. "Wow," you breathed out, stunned by how quickly he tore that orgasm from you. He handed you back your candy. "Now lick it clean, princess," he whispered.

As you took it into your mouth, Chris took your sensitive bud into his. You gasped as Chris' tongue roamed your pussy, hitting all your favorite spots and mastering the tempo and pressure you liked. You rolled your eyes back in your head while you licked the lollipop clean. "Good girl," Chris whispered, coming up for air. "You taste like strawberry," he smirked. His pouty, soft lips engulfed your clit once more, and he gently sucked on it while he glanced up at you to study your reaction. He was so good at it, and you couldn't get enough of how lovely he looked between your legs.

Your thighs clamped down around Chris' head, but he didn't stop doing what he was doing. "You're gonna make me cum again," you squealed. You began trembling, and you came so hard on his tongue that you were seeing stars and a high-pitched ringing filled your ears. He looked up at you with a satisfied expression. "That feel good, princess?" He asked, already knowing the answer. "Yes, so good," you whimpered breathlessly. "Was I the first person to ever make you cum just now?" He asked. "I mean, besides myself, yeah," you bit your lip and avoided eye contact while you slowed your breathing back down.

Chris got up and grabbed a couple of water bottles out of your fridge and brought one over to you. "Here, you're gonna be pretty dehydrated after that," Chris warned, looking out for you. You chugged half the water bottle and set it on your nightstand.

Then you turned your attention back to Chris. "I wanna return the favor, but I've never done it before. Will you teach me how you like it?" You asked him, getting all hot and bothered by the idea of making Chris come undone the way he had you moments earlier. "How sweet of you, darling. Of course I'll show you. It'd be my pleasure," his eyes lit up hearing you say you wanted to learn. "What would you like me to do?" You asked him innocently. "Get down on your knees in front of me, princess. I'll take the lollipop back," Chris ordered you, reaching for the candy.

Once he had you where he wanted you, he undid his button and his zipper on his jeans and pulled them down. Chris' cock was the first one you'd ever seen in person, and the scenery made your jaw drop and your eyes widen. It was long and thick, and it was so beautifully-sculpted, you couldn't pry your gaze from it. He was intoxicated by the way you fell in love with his dick at first sight. His hands fell in your hair, and he looked down at you with his hungry eyes.

"Stick out your tongue, pretty girl," he commanded, and he set the tip on your tastebuds. "This is the most sensitive part right here," he said, slapping it against your tongue. "Especially right here," he smirked, stroking it a little and running the frenulum between the head and the shaft against your tongue. He let out a soft moan while he taught you all about his anatomy. "Lick it like you were doing with that lollipop, you tease," Chris' smile widened as you started carressing the glans with your delicate tongue. "See that, princess?" Chris said, pointing out the clear fluid that was pearling from the slit. "That means you're doing a really good job," Chris praised you.

Instinctively, you ran your tongue over his slit, cleaning up the pre-cum that you elicited from him, and he watched in awe as you did. "Good girl. Now close your mouth around it, and suck on it," he smiled down at you, biting his lip as you obliged. Having your lips wrapped around his mushroom-shaped head was an interesting sensation. It felt soft and smooth like velvet, and it seemed like it was swelling as you continued treating Chris' cock. "You look so pretty with my tip in your mouth, princess. You think you're ready for more?" He asked, stroking your cheek while he sucked the rest of the candy off the lollipop stick. You nodded while he was still in your mouth.

"What I want you to do is slide your lips down on my cock until the head is touching the back of your throat, and you're gonna keep doing that motion over and over," he told you. You followed his direction thoroughly and started bobbing your head back and forth, stimulating him more. You could feel the veins on the underside of his cock as you did what he taught you. You instinctively reached up and started stroking the part of his length you couldn't fit behind your lips. You started combining what Chris had taught you he liked, sucking on it and teasing the head with your tongue as you moved your hand and your mouth up on and down on his shaft.

"Oh, good girl. You're a natural," he whispered, running his fingers tenderly through your hair. "Faster, pretty girl," he directed you. You relished in the way Chris told you what to do, and you loved doing what he asked. Based off the way Chris was looking down at you with his lips slightly parted, his blue eyes fixed on your mouth wrapped around him, and the way he praised you, you could tell you were doing something right. You had no idea how much you'd love sucking his cock, but you couldn't deny the arousal awakening within you despite having cum twice earlier. His moans escaped his lips at a more frequent pace while you continued giving him head, and you heard his breathing start to speed up. "I'm gonna cum, princess. Will you be a good girl and swallow for me?" His voice was saturated with desire. You nodded. You wanted to do everything he asked of you, anything to make him feel as good as he made you feel.

You felt his appendage throbbing against your lips as he released a warm, sticky, sap-like substance onto your tongue. It tasted a little bitter, but you graciously gulped it down like Chris had asked, and he gave you a satisfied grin as he felt you swallow. You liked it because he liked it. "You did so good for me, princess. Are you sure that was your first time?" He skeptically smiled, narrowing his eyes at you and buttoning up his jeans. "I promise. It was," you giggled while you looked up at him.

He leaned down and kissed you on the forehead and then again on your lips. "Thank you," he whispered. "I'll catch you around," and he disappeared out the door as suddenly as he had come through.

[muwapsturniolo]

✯𝐖𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐲 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫✯

IN WHICH… we experience a rather aggressive argument between a toxic couple.

WARNINGS... yelling, swearing, pushing, mentions of drugs, mentions of stripping, asshole/toxic!chris, toxic!reader, mentions of disrespecting mothers, smut.

"Fuck you nigga! "

"Nah fuck you bitch!"

"Fuck you! You got me fucked up!"

Chris rolls his eyes and goes to spark a blunt, irritated with the whole situation. He doesn't even know how this argument started, one minute the home was quiet, and the next they are down each other's throats.

But it was nothing new.

Hearing Y/n in the bathroom talking shit about Chris to herself irks him even more.

"I'm so fucking tired of these emotionally ungrateful ass bitches"

"Shut the fuck up Chris!" Y/n shouts from the bathroom, Chris still going on.

"-Unstable, confrontational ass dumb bitches!" His voice gets louder as he purposely eggs her on, knowing it will only piss her off even more. "You always want to bring me down even when I'm trying to do right, I been told you we could go our own separate fucking ways and move on with our lives!"

Y/n storms out of the bathroom, tears running down her face, messing up her makeup for work. She has the nastiest look on her face as she bends down in Chris's face.

"Trying to do right? Fuck you, you always want to have a pity party! I'm not gon' show up! On some Outkast shit, you like to act like your shit don't stank, motherfucker grow up!" Chris jumps up from his seat and pushes her back, making her stumble but she keeps going.

"You always late for shit-" She motions to the bills on the table,"-won't buy shit, sit around and just deny shit! You always wanna fuck another bitch then mess up my shit!" She pushes him back.

"What? Fuck up your shit? You're tweaking the fuck out! You must be bleeding or some more shit! I don't know shit about that!" Chris lies through his teeth. He knew what Y/n was screaming about.

It was no secret he would cheat on her and come back home and lay in the same bed, begging for sex to make himself feel better only to through off her PH.

"You on some ho shit don't try to lie! See I don't know why you like playing mind games with me-what the fuck are you on about?!- Bitch I'm not slow or ditzy, I know when you're being distant, I know when you fake busy and out here cheating!"

Chris rubs over his face in exhaustion, "You're fucking tweaking! Who's the one that got you that big ass chain?"

"And who is the one that totaled a car in my name?" Y/n shoots back as she snatches off the chain and throws it at his chest.

"You think I'm going to kiss your ass or something?'' Y/n laughs and brushes past him, getting ready to walk into the bedroom. "Nah you a lame nigga, fuck you."

"You know what? Fuck you bitch!"

"No, fuck you nigga!"

The two stand there in the middle of the dining room screaming and cursing at each other once more.

Realizing she's going to be late for work, she pushes past him and walks into the bedroom, Chris hot on her heels.

"I've wasted too much of my time and energy trying to be good to you. I've lost friends and family, gained more enemies because of you! I got bitche showing up to my job, keying up my car because of you! I should have listened to my momma and moved back!"

Chris scoffs and crosses his arms at her words, "Oh and all that's my fault? You're resulting in guilt or power tripping? I held your ass down!" She whips towards him, stabbing her finger in his chest.

"You were the one who kept me down there's a big difference! I stay stressing myself out trynna figure out why I'm not good enough! going to church, praying for you, searching for good in us! little dick ass nigga that's trynna go big-" She scoffs and turns around to finish packing her work bag.

"But you were sucking this dick though." Chris chides in a snobby tone.

"Well I should have sucked his." Chris roughly grabs her arm, turning her around and shoving her against the wall.

"What did you say?" He squints at her, trying to make sure he heard her correctly.

"I should have found a bigger dick!" she claps in his face, bushing past him to grab her things. "Man shut the fuck up saying that dumb ass shit!"

"Ahaaa you're mad, little feeling is shot!"

She laughs as she walks out of the room with her things. "Go text that raggedy bitch and tell her you're all that she's got. Let her know that you're packing your shit and have to be gone by the first." She grabs her keys off the counter, but Chris is quick to snatch them out of her hand.

"Give me these fucking keys, you're not leaving!"

"Give me my keys, I'm going to be late to work!" She shouts in annoyance. "What that job as a stripper? Man fuck that, today's gonna be the day you walk to that bitch!"

"Give me my keys!" She feels her anger finally reaching its peak, all the arguing finally getting to her.

"Nah I like seeing the car parked in this bitch."

"Give me my fucking keys!" She shouts loudly and reaches for the clanking metal in his hands. Chris quickly moves them out of her reach, laughing in her face as she did to him earlier. "ahaaa now you mad at me! I got you hollering for nothing!"

"I do the same when we fucking!" She snips back quickly.

"That's why your shit loose!"

"That's why I act like I'm cumming!"

"I'd rather fuck off the juice!"

"I'd rather fuck on your cousin"

Chris shoves her into the wall once again, her bag falling out of her arms and onto the floor. He was already angry but the gleam in his eye was different now. Y/n knows she fucked up, but she's not going to back down.

"Bitch what the fuck did you just say?" Chris asks getting in her face.

"You heard me, it ain't nothing. Fuck you!"

It's the same cycle, both of them throwing around the phrase "fuck you" back and forth, both of them headstrong and not wanting to back down.

Chris finally backs away, sitting down on the couch and getting ready to spark a blunt. "I don't even know why I fuck with you."

"I'll be damned if I'm stuck with you!" she shouts back, tears forming in her eyes once more. She can feel herself getting ready to break down

"I'm changing my number and ducking off on you bitch." He says calmly as if they weren't just arguing. "Whatever is comfortable bitch." She says throwing one of the couch pillows at him and knocking the blunt out of his hand. Chris smacks his lips and glares up at her.

"This the shit that couples do? I should have thought twice bout cuffin you." He knows his words hurt her, the way her tears finally spill over her waterline.

"Fuck you, you dirty and broke!"

"And you're goofy and gullible, that's your own fault."

Y/n scoffs and gets in his face, "All those insecurities you have? Won't mind fuck me. You're a womanizer and got no affection from your momma I see." Chris jumps up getting in her face.

"Don't speak on my mom, what the fuck is your problem bitch?"

"Oh fuck her, that bitch doesn't like me!"

"She literally helped you out, got you a car!"

"And she used the shit to throw in my face! I just find it funny how you can't apologize to me, all this is your fault! you're egotistical, narcissistic, and you're a liar bro!"

Y/n feels as if she's losing her mind, not thinking straight at all. she never used to be like this, not until Chris.

"See you're the reason that strong women are fucked up! Why they say it's a man's world! Overlooked, Underpaid, Under-booked, always shamed-" she's going off on a tangent that doesn't even make sense to Chris. He knows he broke her down, making her lose every ounce of dignity and clear mind she had.

"What the fuck are you on abo- I'm flawed, I'm pained, never yours, but I remain! You're the reason bitches start fucking bitches, tired of broke bum niggas that'll never change. You're the reason bitches start calling yall bitches, cause yall useless-alright bro" Chris rubs over his face in exhaustion.

"Said I'm tired of these emotional-ass, ungrateful-ass bitches Fake innocent, fake feminist, stop pretendin'. Let's talk the truth, women in general just can't get along. When Tasha got a man you stopped answering the phone!"

Y/n smacks his hat off of his head and tries to walk away but Chris holds her in place, gripping her arm harshly.

" What the fuck is you talkin' 'bout?" She breathes out in annoyance. Chris continues to glare down at her, "Never mind, bitch, I'm walkin' out." Despite his words, he stays in place, his once angry eyes now looking at her with lust. Y/n recognizes the change and slowly begins to relax but keeps up her facade.

"Whatever, nigga, I'm off you now," Chris turns them around so her back is facing the couch, a smirk now on his face. "Yo' evil ass kept me well in doubt," He begins to kiss her neck, his smirk getting bigger as she cranes her neck to give him more room. "Pussy nigga, best watch your mouth" She mumbles in annoyance.

"Pussy and mouth is all you got," He taunts, already pulling her shirt over her head. She allows him to do so, pulling him closer. "Lay this pussy back on the couch." She breathes out as he attacks her neck. "Doggie style, then you get on top" Chris rasps as he pushes her forward onto the couch.

It's not long before they are both naked, Chris rutting against her in a frenzy. She moans loudly at his brutal pace.

She hates arguing with him, but the hate sex was always good, too good to give up. She knew she was dumb for staying with him, dealing with antics on the daily. All her friends and family told her she was dumb, but deep down she loved him.

"Fucking bitch, fuck you." He groans between his thrusts.

"F-fuck you!" she rebuttals with a whine. Chris grunts and pushes her deeper into the couch.

The couple continues their arguing during their hate sex, both of them feeding off the anger and pleasure radiating between them. they knew the cycle they were in was toxic, they knew as long as they stayed together, it was never going to end. they were addicted to each other, addicted to the anger, addicted to the high it brought them.

they knew they both had flaws that were tearing themselves and each other apart. Both of them deflecting and blaming it on the other, but at the end of the day, they were going to cry together, sleep together, be together, hate each other, and love each other all at the same time.

i lowkey hate this, and i hate the ending but i wanted to put this out because i love this song.

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[tomshelbystitsfics]

Untitled Fic.

Eventual!Carmen x Reader

(this is just the beginning for the fic. its storyline/plot building. also the reader is midsize. not skinny but not plus. in the middle)

(im posting this its the beginning to a fic im writing & i just wanted to post this lil excerpt. hoping to get some feedback & see what people think! please, let it rip:)

Home. Home? What did that word mean to you? It was a noisy, dirty, yet charming city. An old house, at least sixty years old. Paint now peeling, gutters full of old leaves and shit. Home, a minute's walk across the road. Inside a warm dish of delicious food awaits. Michael hands you that first plate. There it was, the moment of truth. Determining if you were friend or foe. Not really though, just testing to see if you were a narc. (Later you would argue with Mikey that his logic made no sense whatsoever.)

You found a home in the dysfunctional, crazy ass Berzatto family. They quickly accepted you as one of their own. Having been Carmy’s best (and only) friend. Always so polite and sweet. Until Mikey or Richie pissed you off. They were always picking on you and Carmy. And sometimes they pushed hard enough to set you off. That is exactly why you’re all in this situation now.

“Fucking A. You ain’t gotta hit me that hard asshole! Seriously, it was just a fucking joke man! Lighten the FUCK UP!” Richie yelled. You sat across the island from him. Mikey was digging through the freezer. He was trying to find something to ice Richie’s face. You had given the bastard a black eye and a bloody fucking nose. Mikey was more than impressed. So was Richie, but he wouldn’t be telling you that any fucking time soon.

“I’m sorry Rick,” he scowled as you called him that. “I tried to warn ya that you went too far, but no, you just had to go there.” He just stared at you, deadpan. You sucked in a breath, cheeks puffed out. Head in your hands you let out the breath. Standing up and making your way in front of the man. A hand extended out, an olive branch.

Scoffing he smacked the hand away. Your chest tightened, Richie was basically your older brother. His rejection hurt, a fucking lot in fact. Not wanting him to see the tears starting to well up, you start to turn away. That is when you feel it. Two long, solid arms wrap around you. Twisting around, you rest your chin on his shoulder and grasp the back of his old ass hoodie tight. Fingers clenching the fabric.

“It’s all good Doll. I still love ya. Even if you broke my goddamn nose.” Richie held you, then after a beat, “I mean shit. My cheekbone feels like a grown man split it, kid.” The tender moment was over for now. Richie is trying to make a joke out of it. You smirk, shoving him by the shoulders into his previous seat.

“ ‘S what ya get asswipe! Quit fucking with her when she says. It’s called ‘boundaries’ cousin? Ever heard of the concept?” Mikey slapped a steak on his eye. The other man groaned.

“FUCK SAKES MIKEY! Please, could ya be a little more considerate or some shit? I already got rocked. Don’t need a worse fucking bruise.” Mumbling as he pushed Mikey’s hand away, holding the slab of meat.

“I am not eating that shit later Mikey, no fucking shot.” Giggling, you give the man a kiss on the cheek. “What’s for dinner anyways?” The dark haired man seemed to think for a moment, then said something similar to what landed Richie his shiner and fucked nose.

“Ask Carmy, I’m sure he has a few ideas for what he wants.” Wagging his eyebrows at you. The smirk was audible. Mikey seemed to be proud of himself for the quip.

“Y-You…motherfucker.. I swear I’ll end you, Berzatto. YOU BITCH, C’MERE.” You took off around the island to where he stood in front of the kitchen sink. Richie was screaming and crawling up onto the counter, “ You two fucks better watch out for me. My shit’s busted enough. Get the fuck outta here!”

The memories of Mikey and the family keep swirling through your head as you stand in front of the funeral home. It had been a year since you physically saw any of the Berzatto clan. Too many years since seeing your best friend. Carmen Anthony Berzatto. A name you desperately wanted to forget. The name felt hollow to say, a distant memory. A smoke show that never existed except only in the dark recesses of your mind. Brought up when you wish to torture yourself even more than usual.

Drinking in the cold Chicago air, you begin the trek up the stairs. One measly step at a time. Hoping to calm your racing heart. It felt like the organ was lodged in your throat, bound to come up in a grisly mess at any second. The walk into the foreboding building felt like it took light years and seconds all at once. Standing before the doors, hand hovering over the knob. Psyching yourself up you finally grasp the knob and starting to pull and-

“Fucking Christ! This is fucking insane.” A familiar voice barks out. The door was quickly and haphazardly thrown open. PANG! Jumping back it only caught your arm a bit. The pain was nice and a needed distraction.

“Oh shit, I am so sorry, I-I didn’t realize anyone…” a small gasp of surprise and a tearful chuckle. Then a slow shaky intake of air, “Doll, is-is that you? Or am I just fucking nuts?” Desperation paints his tone. His words crack and waver with emotion, no, sadness and grief. And a bit of hope.

“Hey cousin, I guess it's only fair, I did bust ya up good when we were younger. An eye for a, uh- arm, I guess.” Your voice was thick with the tears ready to be shed. Before you know you’re shoved into his warm chest. All you smell is stale cigarettes, and his woodsy, Ed Hardy cologne. The aroma of smoke, along with bergamot and amber soothes you. There was a time you despised this fucking scent. It was always too strong and pungent. Telling Richie he smelt like a hooker, wanting to piss him off.

“At least one of us is shaking ass and making some cash Doll.” SMACK! Richie shook his hips at you.

“You made it inside yet? ‘Course not, fuck. I-I’m sorry Doll, my brain is fucking lost. I-I don’t have a goddamn clue about what’s going on.” Apologizing and rubbing his nose roughly.

“Can’t lose something you never had Rick.” You smirk, jabbing him in his ribs.

“Hardy har. You got fucking jokes, eh? Nice, real nice…Shit.” Richie let out a loud sigh and looked at his feet, “Don’t call me fucking Rick man. Shit wasn’t cool when you were a kid, sure as shit ain’t cool now pip squeak.” He smacked you lightly on the back of your head. Reaching into his coat he grabs a cigarette, and swings the pack towards you. You quit smoking, (mainly vaping) a year ago. But, fuck it.

It is a funeral after all. Might as well take the edge off somehow. Being sober was fucking awful at times. You both finished the cigarettes in silence. After stubbing the cherry out, you gestured to the door.

“Think we should, uh, ya know?”

Richie swallowed his nerves and gave a single nod. The man had a hold of the handle before you could even think about it. Walking into one of the absolute worst possible moments of your entire fucking life.

[shrimp-propaganda]

i may have become slightly obsessed with shrimp🦐 - the way they just pitter patter their lil legs and float around the tank is mesmerising - any advice for someone just dipping their toe in the aquarium hobby?

"may have become slightly obsessed with shrimp" hey me too

i love Aquarium Hobby but it sucks how steep the learning curve is. here are some things i wish i knew when i was depressed/homesick/heartbroken/in college/stressed out of my mind and couldn't keep my fish alive:

don't listen to anyone in a big box store. go to a local aquarium shop. or online forums.

bigger tank is better. a larger volume of water is easier to keep parameters stable in #chemistry

don't change your filter media. it's a lie. every time you change it you are restarting your cycle

go get one of those giant cut to size aquarium media foam block things. cut a piece out and stick it in your filter. now you have an instant cycle if you ever have to set up a new tank in a hurry

old credit cards are the world's best algae scrapers

stable water parameters are more important than textbook perfect ones (this is for like, pH and hardness. your ammonia readings should still be 0)

low tech plants like mosses, java ferns, anubias, etc will make your life easier and your fish happier

seachem prime is hands down the best water conditioner on the market

test strips are fine. they aren't as fine tuned as a liquid tests but if your tank is cycled and stable they're enough to alert you when something goes wrong

when you put someone else in charge of your fish when you go on vacation, put their food in a pill box. now they don't have to guess how much a "small pinch" is

do not buy a fish that cannot fit in your tank fully grown. the voice in your head saying "oh i'll upgrade before my beloved goldfish gets too big" is the devil talking

i hope this is helpful and i hope your aquarium journey goes...swimmingly. i also hope you don't unfollow me because of that joke

[kalolasfantasyworld]

Thank you post #3

I think the tag limit is 5... so that's how many people I will tag.

Main post

all of these mentions are PH related

@vilandel

I'm honestly not sure if I told you this or not, but it was such a big moment I will repeat myself. When I got my first review from you I was studying for a big test, which I had the next day (Yes a test on Saturday... uni sucks). I got so emotional I told my colleague we need to take a break, because I'm too happy to think 😂. All of your reviews are so detailed and you go in depth with your analysis. You also have amazing theories about what may happen and I always need to stop myself to not confirm when you're right. Truly when I started getting your reviews it really felt like I was doing something right with the fic.

I'm so happy you asked me about tumblr in your comments and that you joined us here as well. It's been lovely getting to know you and now we also share the Vox Machina brainrot 😂.

@yellowgreendinno

I honestly don't even remember how we started interacting but we just did and it clicked. We laugh we joke and it makes me so proud that you adore my silly hispanic siblings. That video you made of BC characters, Styx and the siblings singing is still one of my favorite, such as your arts. You also leave comments under my illustrations or reblog them. I always love hearing your opinions on them 🥺 Be it fan girling about Helena or crying about whatever Nozel did. I'm also always honored when you include the Drazels in your quotes.

@hybridanafrost

We also talked quite early on and you were always so nice and sweet to me, supporting me in the OC environment in which I didn't feel confident. I remember when I asked you how would use affectionately call a mischievous child in Spanish and you said monita. That's how Helena calls her youngest sister Cecilia now.

Thanks for that 💕

@marune2

Marune you always support my art, PH and my little one shots here. You're so sweet and always have something nice to say. I can see how passionate you are about your stories here.

@artistic-endchamber

I want to talk here about that comment you left under PH and how meaningful it was to me. You said that I managed to show the cold, negative patterns that Nozel canonically displays and it was the biggest compliment I could get, because this was my point. To analyse his character, his behavior and make sense of it, explain the changes happening behind the scenes of BC.

And simply you saying that you love their story means so much 🥺

that's off PH, but I always love your posts, how excited and passionate you are 💕

[sunnychuuya]

Sally face >:3

the cameras thar Addison installed have eyes on them on Larry's side mr Addison sus frrr /hj

me after looking up a tutorial and still being lost

How do I activate the runes on floor three raghhh

I DID KT

thank God for light bulbs existing I'm so much less scared rn

guys I don't like this ://

Sodas gonna be okay right ://

also where's uhhh I think her name is maple she's gone that's sus

HEYYY UHH SWITCHED TO LARRYS SIDE WHY ARE CHUG AND SODA ALL FADED

WAIT THAT MEANS THEIR NOT POSSED RIGHT ??

SO THEYLL BE FINE

RIGHT GYYS

oh 304 is just fucking gone on Larry's side

the mirror in Todd's bathroom where the red eyes demon appeared in chapter two is shattered

why dids Todd's parents toilet have the void

Why doesn't it let me access the full rooms I can't go into the bedrooms

I dislike that all kf the suspicious ppls houses r not able to be accessed (charley, packerton)

WHAT THE FUCK IS THE GOOP ITS POSSESION GOOP I KNOW IT

Nvm I gor into packertons place

Theres nothing here tho ??

What the florp

I got it to work at the last second bruh i suck at the guitar bits

Mm circles

all the mirrors are shattered actually

did Mrs Gibson die 💀

I'm pretending to understand what's happening

FUCK THE GUITAR BITS R SO HARS

I'm definitely missing stuff :/

-GUYS NO FUCKING WAY WAS I RIGHT ABOUT ADDISONCBEING SUS ??

Addison: a young boy stands at the threshold of oblivion

Unkoen green voice: MEXMERIZED BY THE ETERNAL ABYSS

-Ph what the fyck this is creepy

-UHHHHH

SO MR ADDISON IS SUS

"SO how long have you been like this"

*slowly slides away*

what the fuck

Litterally nothing could've prepared me for this

This reminds me of fullmetal alchemist bro

Goop

ADDISON IS THE POSSESSY DUDE I thought it was The red eyed demon is the red eyed demon possibly an extension?

Im

Having trouble processing this I seriously thought Mr Addison was not actually gonna be sus.

NO WHAT THE HELL

I HATE THIS GAME

DUDE I CAN BARELY DO THE FUCKING PILLAR THINGIES

FUCK SHIT BALLS ASS

I paused the game and forgot I was doing this lmao

THIS IS SI HARD

t h e r e s m o r e

Bruh I'm gonna larry

I did IT

hey guys wtf

MURDER EVERYONE IN THE APARTMENRS ??

OKAY BUT NOT SODA AND CHUG RIGJT CUZ THEY DONT HAVE THE POSSESY GOOP

"I don't think I can do this. Please don't make me do this terrence" guys what if I just delete the game

Omori core (white room with knife)

This isn't girlypop guys

"Goal: kill"

what if I'm crying

I HAVE TO KILL TODDS PAEENRS

I HAVE TO KILL MY DAD AND LISA

NO

Why do I feel so fuckijg guilty it's a video game

SAL NO CHUG AND SODA ARE INNOCENT THEY ARWNT POSSESED

The lack of music

Like complete silence except for footsteps

Makes this so much more painful

Killing soda is what opened the floodgates of tearss

"Youknow, I may not say this enough, but I'm proud of you, sal. You've come a long eay and I know it hasn't all been easy." Fuck. This hurts.

If Larry hadn't kms lsal would've had to kill him..

"I look at you now and I'm excited about the man you arebecoming. K think youve for a bright future ahead of yoj. I reallt do"

Haha funny joke I'm sobbing hea about to fucking kill you and then (prolly) get excuted. I hate this game.

Ih fuck not Todd

ASH I FUCKING WISH YOU WERE IN THOSE APARTMENTS YOU ARE THE FUCKING WORST I HATE YOJ

ENON DIED

FUCKING HELL

ThIS IS BECAUSE THE CULT RIGHT

TBATS A FAKE

SHIT

SHIT SHIT SHIT

FUCK

The music fading out

Fuck

ASH IDC UR STILL FUCKIJG WRONG

Wair no but I know her idea won't work bc like ik sal dies

Do NIT play memories and dreams rn

ASH NO SHUT THE FUCK UP- AHUT THE FUCK UP RIGHT NOWBTHIS IS YOUR FAULT, YOU HAD THREE YEARS YOU WAITED TILL THE LAST FUCKING SECOND

hey guys what the fuck

What the genuine fuck

Like okay I knew he died from before I started the game but

This still kinda hurts ngl

Fuck

Why couldn't they just like

Be happy

STOP ISBTHAT WHY I KEEP SEEING FANARTS WITH CLOCKS THAT SAY 6 33/18 33 ON CLOCKS YALL ARW DEVIOUS

Acheivment: suffer

Re you fuckin kidding me I mean I am suffering but God damn

Wait yea that's a good point wtf happened to Larry's body

Ash jm going to allow you go try to redeem herself but it's gonna be hard

NKO U HAVE TO PLAY AS HER :(

Travis is the cult member on the inside yea?

-"Oh gizmo is still alive, thats good at least!" [He hadn't left your room since the execution. It's like he knows] guys what the fuck

maple..

Pookies j do not remember the shed code

travis is still alive at least..

YALL I JUST REALIZED THE LIL PUZZLR BOX THING FROM THE TREE HOUSE A LONG TIME AGO ?? NEVER EXPLAIJED

great fucking job ash now Larry's gone bc of you too (actuslly I don't blame her for this one bc Larry wanted it yk)

girly just casually has a c4

Went into the temple

2nite wasn't great updates since I was just talkin eith the below user lmao

@mypinterestgotbannedsoimherenow

[skippyv20]

Skip, Julie here. The research done by amazing sleuths on Tumblr with many of those investigative people on Skippy, knew about this alleged con very early on. We have discussed it for many years but, it has taken until now for the rest of the world to even consider the last few years the Harry and wife show may possibly have been an elaborate con.

If this has been a giant con then using that as a yard stick of how millions of people have been fooled, what other major con jobs have the people of the world fallen for since 2016. Scary thought people but go over what has been happening in the world in this period. How has the world become so fractured when we were making some genuine positive strides ahead with religion, gender, race, colour living standards and living in relative peace. What has happened in less than 10 years and why.

As we know BRF are run and managed with an iron fist by the Monarch. The Monarch has the final say on anything affecting the entire Royal family. Royals are not free to gossip or divulge information without the permission of the Monarch (especially those close to the Monarch although many would not know any more than we outsiders looking in do)

As much as I adored Queen Elizabeth she was responsible for stopping this rubbish we have all been viewing. I suspect she hoped PH would come to his senses but when he didn’t she had let any deception and misconceptions run for too long. Then PP died and HM was lost ( we can’t blame her because she was bereft losing her Rock) so she really wasn’t in any position to do anything as her strength and will had been sucked out of her dealing with the barbs that kept coming from a very favourite close family member

It was left to the next Monarch to deal with.

There can be no excuse whether Pope, Monarch, President, Prime Minister, Archbishop ever taking the public for fools. If this is a con as alleged It does make you think what else did QE11 her Prime Minister, Archbishop of Canterbury and now KC cover up about goings on that affect the public. Even thinking about that and QE11 being complicit makes me very sad.

No other family member would be allowed to speak out about any of this. So we really can’t blame any of them for not speaking out personally or publicly. They really don’t have an option to talk outside the organisation.

This photoshop debacle ( no Catherine did nothing wrong) appears to have cracked ( not burst it yet) the bubble and that is a good thing for BRF members ( not King Charles though). Prince William will not have to deal with this matter when he becomes King if Charles deals with it during his reign. Sooner rather than later.

Personally I think the only way out of this whole mess now is for PH to come clean and announce what he and his wife have been up to and why. Gosh he could even do a Netflix show on it and make a lot of money or follow up with a book about it. He might actually salvage some of his reputation.

Thank you Julie!  Yes, we did ll the research years back, and it went nowhere, just rumblings now and then.  We now have a rare opportunity to keep pushing this stuff out, and hope that some brave journalist will run with it.  I think much has gone on in the background….and is still going on.  Blackmail? There are secrets the BRF don’t want out, and seeing this kabuki theatre we have witnessed….its not a stretch to think that…❤️

[waywardsalt]

uuuhhhhh wrote a segment of the ganonbeck thing on my phone (this whole thing isnt written on my phone i just have future scenes hashed out on phone) so i figured id share it for: giving a snippet of it bc why not, and to maybe get some feedback on writing ganondorf and the specific concept he talks about?

(this isnt indicatives of the whole fic just a scene delving into ganondorf’s personal conflicts and a little bit of worldbuilding or something. would appreciate some feedback or tips or whatever on this since im not sure if. i wrote this idea well. also hope its generally interesting/fun to read)

[cutebutalsostabby]

In which LoZ games can Link see ghosts, and are there any reasons why he can see ghosts in those games? What about Zelda? Does she ever get to see ghosts or is that a Link thing.

It's a bit arbitrary tbh? In short, I would say that some ghosts are able to make themselves visible whenever they like, whereas others can only be seen if Link has a particular item or ability. I don't recall any of the Zeldas having specific items or abilities here, but you tend to only interact briefly with Zelda in these games so it doesn't actually come up. The specific Links with items/abilities are OoT/MM!Link, WW/PH!Link (arguable), TP!Link, LA!Link, ALBW!Link and AoL!Link - see further details below.

Skyward Sword: Link can see one (1) singular ghost and it's the toilet hand. Which maybe doesn't actually count as a ghost? Do ghosts have physical forms? Nonetheless, it's indicated that other people can hear if not see this ghost, so SS!Link doesn't seem to have any special powers.

Minish Cap: Link can meet a few different ghosts! These include the ghost of a dead king, the ghost of a swordsman, a pair of ghost siblings and some sort of ghost parasite that you can suck up with your gust jar if you arrive at the right time (which I didn't. No light arrows for me...)

Four Swords/Four Swords Adventures: I don't recall there being any ghosts in the former? I think there were some in the latter, but there were no specific abilities/items associated with them. I'm less familiar with these two games however.

Ocarina of Time: you can view ghost Dampe with the naked eye (I think) but need the eye of truth to see the spirit in the wasteland. While you're in the Shadow Temple, Well and a few other areas, Navi mentions being able to see/hear spirits that Link can't.

Majora's Mask: this game's version of the Eye of Truth lets you see a few other ghosts, including Darmani! Though you can see his shadow without it, which is interesting.

Wind Waker: you meet a few dead people, including Fado, Laruto and King Boat Dad. It seems like they all appear specifically because they want to talk to Link, e.g. in response to him conducting the sage's melodies. He doesn't have any special items or abilities, except potentially the Ghost Ship chart: you need this in order to board the ship, and the game text hints that the object is cursed somehow. Might explain why Phantom Hourglass is suddenly so much ghostlier?

Phantom Hourglass: same Link as above, but he meets way more ghosts this time! They're everywhere! Spooky!

Spirit Tracks: technically Zelda isn't a ghost? I think? She's technically still alive, after all? I don't recall there being any other ghosts in this game.

Twilight Princess: hell yeah ghosts, and this time you actually have a reason(?) for being able to see them! Turn on wolf senses. At least one ghost is visible (to both Link and Midna) even WITHOUT wolf senses, and it's the dead Zora queen who wants you to save her child.

A Link to the Past: nothing that I recall, outside of monsters.

A Link Between Worlds: you can get the highly fashionable hint glasses, which let you view hint ghosts! I of course am a pro gamer and never used this ability.

Oracle of Ages + Oracle of Seasons: there are a few ghosts, but no special items or abilities. They're just there.

Link's Awakening: some ghosts are visible without items, but you can also obtain the Magnifying Glass, which lets you see others! But then again, this is a dream so whatever goes, I guess (spoiler lol).

Triforce Heroes: nada afaik.

Zelda I: it's not really clear who is and is not a ghost? You meet an old man under a grave and he gives you a sword. It's probably fine?

Zelda II (Adventure of Link): you obtain the Cross! Definitely not based on any real world religions. The Cross lets you see invisible ghost monsters. You don't meet any actual ghost NPCs in this game, but theoretically this Link would be able to see them if they were there.

Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom: you meet plenty of ghosts but don't have any special items to see them. Imo this version of Hyrule must be SUPER haunted, so you're probably only seeing a fraction of what's there.

Hyrule Warriors (if you count it): no special items or abilities, except maybe the magic mirror you get in the water temple? It's an item that you can use to break an illusion spell. But in general, if a ghost shows up, it's visible to all characters.

I think that's everything? Let me know if I missed a game!

[friendlylocalwhumper]

inviting | dramatic | silent street

“Hey.”

Lux blinks, shifting uncomfortably where he stands at Nico's door. "Hey. I... I know Aubrey said you're busy, but... I've been, uh - I, I-I, I need someplace to hang out, for... for a bit. Can I come in?" The plea is unspoken, as Lux tries not to sound as anxious as he is.

Nico opens the door wider, raising a curious brow at Lux. His gaze immediately takes in Lux's body language and facial expression, and an understanding crosses his eyes. He holds the door open for Lux to come inside.

“You're stressed about something. Come in.”

Being called out for the stress is... scary. Lux swallows past a lump in his throat and steps inside. He isn't a touchy-feely person. Lux gives Nico a wide berth and keeps his arms around his middle. "Thanks. Th-thank you. I... can I sit somewhere?"

Nico closes the door behind him, his eyes raking over the defensive body language as he watches Lux keep a distance. It's easy to feel how anxious he is. Despite that, his voice is gentle as he answers.

“You can.” He points to the couch. “Sit down.”

Lux sits on command and breathes a sigh of feeble relief. There is bruising all down one side of his face, not dark yet, but it's only just developing. It will get worse. There is similar budding bruising across his throat, and scrapes on his palms.

"Sorry. S-sorry to, to barge in. I don't... we've barely even hung out before." He laughs nervously, keeping to the edge of his couch cushion.

“Stop apologizing.” Nico walks over to sit on the armrest beside Lux, his eyes still taking in all the details of his demeanor, and of his injuries that are visible. The urge to care for him rises into a powerful need in Nico. He wants to help.

“Why are you stressed out, hm?”

Nico is... unsettling. Not quite creepy, but... too close, and too quiet. Lux shifts away a few inches, wringing his hands. His shoulders are stiff with ever-present pain. His back is tense, feet pressed to the floor as if ready to flee at any given moment.

"I, I, um - I got, I was - got into a b-bit of a scuffle, today, and... I tried to duck into a few stores, but I, it just... didn't feel safe enough, you know? And, and Aubrey is nice, and he said I could come here, if... if it was ever an emergency."

Nico nods, his eyes on the way Lux's shoulders hunch with tension. He notices how skittish he is, how he shifts away and pulls inward to get more space. It doesn't surprise him that he got into a fight. Nico doesn't move closer. His hands stay relaxed at his side as he speaks.

“That sucks. Nobody got you to go to a hospital for those injuries yet?”

His shoulders scrunch even further in at that. Lux shakes his head. Nico doesn't know his secret. "Uh, I - I, I, I-I-I don't do th-that." Trying to rein in his telltale stutter, Lux clears his throat. His voice always cracks when he is nervous. "I don't go... I have a, a ph-phobia, of doctors."

“Of... doctors?” Nico's head tilts to the side, his gaze not leaving Lux. He's surprised, and can't keep a curious note from entering his voice. “I've never heard that one. Why are you afraid of doctors?”

This line of questioning is scaring him worse. Lux stands, shifting his weight from foot to foot, eyes skittish and avoiding Nico entirely. "Um - I don't - I didn't have... good expe-eriences? I, I, I don't talk, I - don't want to talk about that, please. I just... it's just some bruises. It's okay. I'm okay." A shaky smile, aimed at the floor, in the hopes that it'll be enough to sate his host.

Nico frowns. He's not letting this conversation end so easily. Lux is clearly uncomfortable, but something about him is calling out to Nico, a silent need, a fragile loneliness. He tries another approach, gentler this time.

“Okay. Sit down, please.” Nico's firm tone of voice is not a request. The fact that he used a word as polite as please softens it.

Lux obeys instantly again. He is not stubborn, he is not opinionated. He is not bad. He clears his throat, uneasy. "I can... oka-ay. Sitting." As an afterthought, he adds, "Sorry."

“You don't have to keep apologizing. You have nothing to apologize for.” Nico smiles, reassuring and open. In one smooth movement, he swings a leg over the couch to sit beside Lux, so close that their legs are touching. It's an unconscious attempt to make physical contact without making it too sudden.

Lux flinches, blue eyes widening at the sudden proximity. He hasn't been around Nico very often… probably Nico just doesn't know what he's like. That Lux is skittish, and uncomfortable with most touch. Especially from someone he isn't very close to already.

"Okay. Sorry. I me-ean... okay. Nico, I... did you want to... talk about something?" Lux gestures vaguely, asking indirectly why he's sitting so close all of a sudden.

Nico watches as Lux flinches away from him. It's hard to suppress a hurt feeling when someone is so wary and anxious around you, but he reminds himself to be patient and empathetic. He speaks simply and kindly, his voice slow and low, and his eyes are sincere.

“You don't like when I sit this close to you, do you?”

The question almost sounds kind, except that Nico isn't moving away instantly to make him more comfortable. Lux feels like he is under a microscope. "Nnh... no. I'm s-sorry, I, it's me. It's a thing about me. I just, I don't, I do-on't, I don't..." He stutters into anxious silence, unsure of how to apologize for being made uncomfortable.

“It's okay.” Nico is very still as he watches Lux, observing his body language and the stutter in his voice as he attempts to explain himself. The knowledge that Lux feels uncomfortable with him brings a feeling of helplessness into his chest. He wants to be someone Lux feels safe around. “You don't have to be sorry.”

Nico carefully inches away, creating a little more distance between them. He doesn't move all the way to his own cushion, but gives him more space. His voice is still slow and soft, reassuring. “Is that better for you?”

Lux visibly melts, so much tension leaving him the second that Nico gives any slight indication of respecting his boundaries. "Ye-es. Sorry. I'm, I know it's - dramatic. I'm not being showy on purpose. I'm sorry." A flash of an attempt at smiling. "It's okay to sit n-next to me."

Nico holds his hands up, like he's surrendering. The corners of his lips curl into a slight smile, and he shakes his head in amusement. “I swear, next time I'm calling you ‘Sorry’ as a nickname instead of ‘Lux’. You really do apologize a lot.”

Lux laughs a little, shrugging. "I know. I can't help it. I... uh, thanks for letting me come inside. Really."

Nico smiles a little wider. Lux's laugh sounds good to his ears, and a sense of pride comes over him, that he made the scared, anxious man in front of him feel just the tiniest bit safer. He turns so his body is facing Lux a little more clearly. There is still some distance between them, and he makes a conscious effort to keep it respectable, but he does angle himself just a couple inches closer.

“You're welcome. And I promise, I won't bite.”

Lux doesn't flinch this time. Nico's being careful enough, and seems kind enough. Lux doesn't even try to widen the distance between them when Nico closes it a little. "I know. I know, Aubrey is... Aubrey talks a lot about you. I know you mean a lot to him."

A look of genuine happiness appears in Nico's eyes at the mention of Aubrey. He loves him fiercely, and he knows it shows blatantly in his gaze. He nods, taking in Lux's words.

“And he means a lot to me. A whole damn lot. He's my everything.”

Lux smiles again, kinder this time. Empathetic. "I get that. I like... I like feeling like that. With my boyfriend. It's nice, it's... nice."

Nico's eyes warm slightly, a fondness for Lux appearing in their depths. He is suddenly reminded of just how young Lux is. The way he's built, with lithe muscles and a lean, gangly frame, how that youth contrasts with his anxious mannerisms...

“How old are you? If you don't mind me asking. You seem young.”

Lux snorts, then catches himself, looking embarrassed. "Oh. Ha, I guess you and Aubrey are a year or two ahead of me, huh? I'm, uh, uh - I'm twenty-two."

Nico laughs, surprised by the response. He would have guessed early 20s, but he couldn't have placed the exact number. Something about the youth in his features and the way he stutters and wrings his hands makes him seem even younger, though. He grins at him, a teasing note in his voice. “Damn, you're just a baby.”

Lux was taught to act this way. Conditioned, hurt and hurt and hurt until he was stuttery and apologetic and frightened, always. It has stuck badly with him. He shrugs with aching shoulders, taking the teasing just fine. "Yeah. I know."

The realization hits Nico that there is likely a reason for Lux's behavior. The way he seems... trained, or conditioned to react. The idea that the stutter is learned and not natural. Nico glances toward the bruising along his throat.

“...You seem bruised up a lot. Does someone else hurt you?”

The sudden switch of topics, toward a more painful one, makes Lux tense again. His smile fades. He is a little afraid of Nico - of most people, really.

"Uh - ha, no. I mean... I was just, uh, j-just, attacked. Outside. Happens, s-sometimes. I don't... I'm safe at home, and all."

Nico gives Lux a searching look, and there's no mistaking the skepticism in his eyes. He doesn't buy any of what he's selling. He's very perceptive, and his instincts are telling him that Lux is lying to him, and he has an inkling of why. He leans forward a little bit, and though he keeps his voice respectful, his tone is firm and pointed.

“Are you lying to me, Lux? Are you being abused at home?”

Lux jerks upright, standing from the couch again. His frown is stark, now, almost offended. Uncomfortable, deeply uncomfortable, with being all but interrogated. "No. I - Emory's good. I'm safe, I - I really did get attacked." Near-anger flickers across his face, but it is instantly softened into discomfort by conditioning. "I'm sorry, I - I didn't mean to, to g-give you the wrong impression."

Nico studies Lux and the way his expression hardens and then falls. He's so young, and he seems very insecure and timid, and it's so hard to know if he's being honest or not. Nico's eyes narrow slightly. The possibility of someone hurting Lux makes a tight feeling grow in his chest.

“Emory... who is Emory?”

"My... boyfriend." Lux is backing away, slowly and subtly. "Just my boyfriend. We're... gonna get married, soon. Soonish, one... one day."

Nico's eyes follow him as he backs away. He tries to stay still and not make any quick moves, though what he really wants is to grab him and make him keep still. The idea that someone is hurting this young, thin boy, making him so anxious and timid, and that he is so afraid of telling the truth that he lies immediately to Nico's face... it's infuriating. He pushes his own irritation down.

“He's the one who hurts you. Isn't he?”

There is danger in the air. Lux is all but trembling. Nico is frightening him. He glances toward the front door.

"I... no. No, he doesn't." Lux is almost-angry again, then just somber. "I have been... been with someone, like that, before. I know what you mean, I - but it's been years. I'm better. Emory's good, he's... he's perfect. I n-need you to stop, please."

Nico is struck by the fear in Lux's eyes, and guilt flashes through him when he notices how he's trembling. The last thing he wants is to terrify him, but he doesn't want to let it go, either. He tries to make his voice more soft, but it ends up sounding a bit more desperate than he'd intended.

“God damn it, you're a terrible liar. You keep stuttering, you keep backing away from me, and you won't even look me in the eye.”

Lux's eyes widen, and as obedient as he is, he tries instantly to undo all the sins that are being listed. "I'm s-sorry. I'm - sorry." He stops backing away, and looks Nico in the eye, now. "This is going... not great. It's m-my fault. Let's... let's start over. Please?" His voice cracks cutely, pure fear in his eyes.

Nico can't help but feel a flash of affection when Lux's voice cracks. There's something endearing about the slight, timid boy who seems so nervous and scared of him. He tries to reign in his irritation, reminding himself that this isn't the right way to try and get through to him. He lets out a soft sigh and runs a hand through his hair in frustration.

“Fine. Start over. We're starting over.”

Lux lets out a shuddering breath. "Okay. Right. I - I, uh... h-hi, N-, Nico." He smiles uneasily, trying to recover from his fear. "Hey, Nico. Good to see you."

Nico shakes his head a little, trying not to seem exasperated. He can't believe Lux is really trying to pretend that nothing just happened. The way he forces an uneasy smile and pretends to be just fine. It's ridiculous, but at the same time, he guesses it's not Lux's fault. That kind of anxious people-pleasing is clearly a result of some trauma, from someone he's deeply afraid of upsetting.

“Hey, Lux. Yes, it's good to see you. Can you sit down again? Please.”

Trembling, Lux obeys, sitting as far on the couch as possible, balancing on the edge of the seat like he's about to bolt.

"Okay. Okay."

Nico watches quietly as Lux obeys and sits back down on the couch again. He can practically see him trembling as he sits on the edge of the cushion, and part of him is tempted to grab him by the hips and pull him onto his lap. But as cute as the image is in his head, he holds himself back, knowing that it would only make Lux even more scared.

“Can I... ask you something?”

Lux nods instantly. He is always agreeable, always listening closely for cues on how to behave. "O-okay. Sure."

Nico looks at him intently, watching his every movement, the way he stutters and the way he keeps his hands folded in his lap, wringing his fingers together. He is so thin, so breakable. He has to be extra delicate with him, or he knows he'll shut down completely. He speaks softly, his voice low and soothing.

“Lux. Look at me.”

Lux takes a tremulous breath and then obeys, tipping his head up to look at Nico, fingers twisting in the bottom hem of his shirt. "Uh... o-okay."

Nico's eyes are locked on his, and there is a sharp focus in the depths of his gaze. It's almost analytical as he studies him. He leans in a little closer, his voice dropping lower, still being careful to keep his body language non-threatening and relaxed. He wants to put Lux at ease, even as he keeps his questions pointed and direct.

“I need you to be honest with me. Can you do that for me, honey?”

Honey? That's wrong. This is wrong, something is... not right. But Lux is too unsure of his own mind, his own instincts. He swallows, and nods. "S-sure? I can... I can be honest."

“Good.” Nico's eyes soften a little, and his voice has a warm tone to it as he hears the uncertainty in Lux's response. He keeps his body language relaxed, trying to act gentle and reassuring. He can't help but wonder how difficult it must be for Lux to actually be honest when he's so afraid of being in the wrong or disappointing someone.

“I want to ask you another question, and I just need a simple yes or no answer. That's all I'm asking for, okay?”

An all-too-eager nod. Lux would do anything to keep from angering Nico. He doesn't feel safe, here, although that could just be years-old paranoia. He can never quite tell if he's being rational or not.

"Okay. I und-derstand."

Nico watches his response, noting the eagerness and willingness to do whatever he's told to make Nico happy. He has to pause for a moment, reminding himself not to lose his cool. He keeps his eyes focused on Lux's face, studying his expression, the emotions dancing behind his eyes.

“I'm just going to ask a simple question. It's a very important question… Does Emory hurt you?”

That anger flashes again. Lux stiffens. "No," He answers, almost forceful. He is telling the truth, it's one of the few things he is certain of. "Please, stop asking."

The response only increases Nico's suspicions. He can't help the way the anger rises in him again, the way his voice has a sharper tone to it as he speaks.

“Why are you getting defensive, then? If he really doesn't hurt you... why can't you look me in the eye and just say he doesn't?” He leans forward slightly, his expression intense and focused on Lux's face. He is carefully watching him, looking for any little micro-expression he can find that might give up the truth.

Lux is pressing himself harder into the far side of the couch. "Please, s-stop, please just stop, I... maybe I should g-go."

Nico can't keep a flash of irritation from appearing on his face, and his voice comes out a little too commanding and firm, sounding just a bit frustrated. “No. You need to stay here, and you need to answer my question.” He's desperate to know the truth, to find a crack in Lux's certainty that his boyfriend is perfect and good. He's practically leaning over him, his face just a few inches from his.

Lux is trembling so hard, now, that Nico can feel it through the couch. He doesn't do well with being leaned over. With feeling trapped. "I'll stay," He answers, desperate to calm Nico down. "I'll, I-I-I can stay, I... I am answering. I'm s-saying... saying no."

[elstreem]

Some things I just found funny on my latest playthrough of Phantom Hourglass. Honestly, playing this game is a gem as an adult.

There's our boy, right there <3

The fact that Oshus's neighbor tasks Link, a small boy, to get the rocks out of his garden, with said rocks which seem to be around Link's size....and then pay him a measly one Rupee for doing it.

Link should be giving more than a dirty look lol.

The fact that Oshus has an anti-theft security set-up

And Link goes ahead and steals his sword anyway

Peak gremlin behavior, if the old man doesn't want you going into danger, enter his storehouse and steal his sword. And Ciela helps you do it lol.

Nothing is there.

Honestly, everything about Link and Linebeck's first meeting, from the sprained ankle to getting the life shaken out of him and Linebeck booking it to let the small child handle the cursed temple that, you know...sucks the life out of people.

But the cherry on top is the fact that Link is still dizzy when he gets the key, to the point he totters around, and Linebeck fans his face for a few seconds after to help him...after manhandling Link.

Jolene, I know you're mad at Linebeck, but I really don't think you've been chasing him for a hundred years, have you?

And add Jolene to the list of people who will attempt to kill, again, the smol child despite the fact that as she lets on in the last fight you have with her...she always knew Linebeck was hiding in the crate.

Cubus Sister: Are you Link?

LInk: No

Cubus Sister: ....listen here you little sh-

Maybe it's because she's currently a stone statue, Linebeck.

The fact that Oshus came prepared with his own papercut illustrations of his backstory

And the developers putting in this skeleton just to make a jab at all the people who complained about the touch screen controls.

(I actually do love the touch screen controls for both PH and ST, and it's a crying shame that the game was meant to work so well for the DS it makes it difficult to port it to other systems or even play it on emulator...)

Something I failed to take a picture of was Zauz sheepishly admitting he lost the Phantom Blade. Just...how? How do you lose a magical sword??? Though you can do some headcanon-ing that Zauz is probably a fighter as well and possibly lost the sword to another monster.

And the funniest cutscene of all, is when Link hands the blade over to Oshus to complete the Phantom Sword. Link presenting the blade in the Item Get! pose and Oshus casually swiping it away cracks me up, every time.

[thefreakydeaky]

You're No Good (Part 8)

Negan Smith x Reader

Various TWD Characters x Reader

Modern AU

Summary: Your husband came up with a way to keep you away from trouble but trouble just won't stay away from you.

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Fluff

On a cloudy and rainy morning, when you had plans to eat brunch at a cafe on the edge of town, you were spread out on Rick's bed. Your skirt had been shoved halfway up your belly, your panties were hanging off of your foot and Rick's face was buried in your slick cunt.

You moaned, the sweet sound not matching the overwhelming sensation of his lips sucking at your clit. The pressure of his lips curled around your sensitive bundle of nerves had you bucking up against him.

His arms hooked around your thighs pulling you down where he could reach you even better. The tip of his tongue ran along the middle of your lips, dipping into your core. You clenched and felt more cum seep out of you. You felt empty. much too empty.

Two of his thick fingers pressed into your vagina. He pushed them as far in as they would go and held them there as he ate you out around them. Rick sucked lightly on your labia.

You whined, the feeling of so much pleasure building higher and higher. He repeated the action on your other side. His tongue lapped up the juices dripping out of you. You squeezed down around his fingers. Rick began moving them gradually in and out of you.

Your groan was very nearly a growl as he fucked you with his fingers. You pushed back against them loving the way they were filling you. He started to move a bit faster. Your cum coated his hand, and his chin. He sucked on your clit, then scraped his teeth gently against it.

His thumb rubbed circles around it, until you were barely hanging on to a great precipice. Rick's fingers moved faster, he leaned in and took your bundle of nerves between his lips once more, sending you flying. Your senses were on a high, bliss flowing from your center to your limbs. You swore you could see the sky and touch the clouds. His fingers continued to work you through it.

As the feeling began to recede You stilled his hand, covering it with your own. Rick gently removed his fingers from you. He moved up over you until you were face to face. Then his mouth came down to yours. You kissed him languidly, your tongue lazily moving against his.The rest of your time with him was spent on slow intense fucking. His gorgeous blue eyes looking deeply into yours, your mouths joined almost the entire time. You enjoyed every second.

•••••••••••••••

Three months of getting to relearn each other and you still couldn't wait for the next time you saw him. The excitement, the thrill it caused in you was intoxicating. With your head up in the clouds you found yourself doing all sorts of extra little things you didn't seem to have the energy to do before like learning to bake.

You took the cookies out of the oven as the timer on your microwave went off again.

You registered your phone chime in the other room, but focused on the task at hand.

You rested one baking sheet on the stove and then reached in for the other.

The microwave beeped again.

You made a frustrated sound as you put the other baking sheet down. You quickly poked the end button on the machine, twice for good measure.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me!" The anger in Negan's voice sent a chill down your spine.

You peeked into the living room, perplexed. You found Negan glowering down at the screen of your phone.

"You're fucking Rick Grimes?!" He demanded.

Your eyes widened.

"I...well, yes." You were taken aback by the blunt question.

He said your name in such a way that it made your heart ache to hear the hurt in his tone. "I will put up with a hell of a lot for you,but not this. Not him."

You raised an eyebrow.

"Wow I didn't realize I was putting such a burden on you."

"Here we fuckin go! Twisting my words so you don't have to own up to your shit."

"I haven't done anything wrong! You're the one who was looking through my phone. I thought we had agreed not to do shit like that?"

"Are you fucking serious? We both know you're not actually pissed about me looking through your phone. You're mad that I found you out."

"I haven't broken any rules. I'm not doing anything wrong."

"You think parading those limp dick himbos around in front of me is you not doing anything wrong? You think fucking the one person that is off limits isn't doing anything wrong?"

You grimaced.

"I-I didn't mean for you to have to deal with any of them. I know it seems hard to believe, but it was never my intention-"

"Oh I know. You never mean to make drama, things just happen to you."

"Negan!"

"I'm sick of making excuses for you. You are a grown ass woman and you keep putting yourself in these situations that come back to bite us both in the ass. All because you have about as much good judgement as a teenager."

You gasped. You were too hurt by his words to hide the tears in your eyes.

"Why him?" His voice wss rocky with anger.

Your chin trembled.

"You never told me he was off limits."

"I didn't fucking think I had to. Did the part where I kicked his ass over you not make it obvious?"

You took a breath that shook.

His eyes narrowed.

"Why am I not enough for you? Why do you need to sleep with anyone else?"

The anger you felt was sucked out of you by the vulnerability in his honey colored eyes, the pain in his tone.

"I don't." You clarified. "All I need is you."

His angry features relaxed somewhat at your words.

"After what we went through to fix our relationship, why would you get involved with him again?"

"I should have known you wouldn't be okay with it. I'm sorry, Negan. I'm so sorry."

"Do you...Do you love him?"

You shook your head.

"No. I'm in love with you."

"Then why are we doing this? If all we need is each other, why are we sleeping with other people?" He asked quietly.

"Because you said it was the only way our relationship would work."

He laughed, a sudden unexpected burst of pent up emotion that lacked humour.

"I thought that kind of freedom was what you needed. You telling me I could have put a stop to it whenever I wanted?"

You nodded.

"Yes."

He came over and put his arms around you, holding you to him.

"From now on, it's just you and me. No one else. Do you agree?"

"Absolutely." You smiled up at him, looking into his whisky colored eyes. "I have wanted nothing else."

You told him how much you loved him and that he was your everything. Negan told you how deeply he loved you and that he always would. You kissed him with all the love you had in you, knowing now with complete certainty that you had both always been enough.