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loverhymeswith · 1 year ago

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How do we feel about a one shot with “Dress” with a little smut here and there😏

Only Bought This Dress So You Could Take It Off

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x F!Reader

Summary: Written for The Taylor Swift Tapes: Tommy Shelby - based on ”Dress”

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: 18+ only, minors dni. Smut. Not beta-read.

A/N: Thank you so much, Anon. I love this song and I was hoping someone might request it!

“Your hands are shaking, love.”

The sound of Tommy’s deep voice tears you away from the paperwork in your lap, a handful of important documents that require your signature - ostensibly, the only reason for your presence here tonight.

“I didn’t think they were ever going to leave.” You glance across the dimly lit office, towards the doorway through which Polly, Michael and Arthur have finally disappeared.

Like your hands, there’s an audible tremor to the words as they leave your painted lips. Business with the Shelby family often seems to be a drawn-out affair, with evenings like this proving to be a lesson in patience. What could have been a fifteen-minute meeting has stretched out into the early hours of the morning.

But finally, the two of you are alone.

Tommy offers you a cigarette across the desk, but you decline, choosing to watch instead as he lights his own. The brief glow of the flame illuminates the sharp angles of his face, his expression remaining calm. Neutral. It never fails to amaze you - the apparent ease with which he maintains the illusion of control.

“It’s killing you that much, eh? The anticipation?” The twitch of his jaw confirms your growing suspicion. He’s finding this amusing.

“It’s been hours, Tom.” You scowl, shifting in your seat and pressing your thighs together. A woman’s patience has its limits.

Tommy takes a long drag of his cigarette. When the smoke clears, his blue eyes are fixed on you. “And it will be worth the wait.”

“Is that a promise?”

The ghost of a grin flickers across his face, alarming in its rarity. He really should smile more often. Thomas Shelby has always been an undeniably handsome man, but when he smiles he is devastating.

“Are you going to sign them anytime soon?” He nods to the documents clutched in your hands. Right. Now he’s waiting on you.

Without hesitation, you reach over for his pen and hastily scrawl your name along the first dotted line.

It had been a curious twist of fate that had seen the Shelby family thrust back into your life almost twelve months ago. When your ailing uncle with no children of his own had granted you joint power of attorney over his growing liquor empire, you hadn’t expected to find yourself returning to your hometown of Birmingham, let alone landing directly in the path of your childhood best friend.

Six years had passed since the last time you had seen Tommy Shelby on the streets of Small Heath - six long years since the outbreak of The Great War. The conflict had irrevocably changed a lot of things; Tommy and his brothers were no exception, the horrors they had witnessed and wrought turning them into shadows - demons - of their former selves.

But when you first found yourself standing before Tommy in his shiny new office on Watery Lane, it quickly became apparent that no amount of time or turmoil could quell the stirring of desire that had begun to blossom between the two of you in the months prior to him leaving for France.

No distance could erase the mark his friendship had left on you, an invisible tattoo.

By all accounts, it was nothing short of a miracle that had brought the two of you back together, and if this was simply borrowed time, neither of you planned on letting it go to waste.

“All done,” you declare, dropping the paperwork onto the desk with a small smile.

Tommy gathers the documents towards him before leaning over to pluck the pen from your grasp, his fingers lingering for a beat too long against your own. As he swiftly countersigns the agreements, cigarette poised between his plump lips, your pulse quickens.

Hopefully, this is the last distraction of the evening.

With excruciating care and clearly testing the bounds of your patience, Tommy shuffles the paperwork, straightening the pages before sliding them into a leather bound folder and locking it away in his drawer.

“Now that business has been taken care of…” He rises slowly, extinguishing his cigarette in the expensive bronze ashtray. “...we can attend to more important matters.”

“What did you have in mind?” You fight to hide the excitement in your voice, equally resisting the urge to stare at his muscular thighs as he rounds the desk to stand before you, hands resting casually in his pockets.

You’d hate to give him any more satisfaction when you’re already confident he knows just what effect he’s having on you; the master of planning and strategy, indeed.

“That’s a pretty dress,” Tommy observes roughly, blue eyes dipping leisurely to the swell of your chest.

Before you can respond, he offers a hand to pull you to your feet and proceeds to twirl you around, gaining an even better view of the dress in question. It had been a calculated purchase on your part and so far, the expensive silk number seems to be well worth the investment.

Apparently pleased by every angle, Tommy stops you abruptly when your back is turned to him, silently stepping closer until you find yourself pressed up against his chest. A large hand lands on your waist, keeping you anchored against him - inescapable, not that you would ever want to try.

As he inclines his head to whisper into your ear, his warm breath tickles your cheek. “But I thought that I might take it off.”

Your own breath hitches, your blood turning to molten desire as the reality of his words sinks in. “I was hoping you would say that,” you admit as his other hand begins to trail a warm path from your wrist, up to your shoulder, eventually reaching the edge of your satin sleeve. Ever so gently, he tugs it down.

“Here?” You struggle to hide your surprise, biting your lip as his mouth brushes over your exposed skin. With privacy so important to the two of you, Tommy usually takes great care to ensure you won’t be disturbed - a suite at The Midland Hotel, or at least a locked bedroom. “What if they come back?”

“They won’t,” he mutters into the crook of your neck.

“But Polly-”

The sound of your name, murmured softly into the shell of your ear cuts you off, and it’s as if everything else simply stops.

Time stands still.

The fear of reproval should either family find out about the two of you fades away as Tommy’s capable fingers slide to the fastenings of your dress.

“We’ve waited long enough,” he reminds you.

Despite this, Tommy still takes his time undressing you; a small part of you is grateful. After all, you really like this outfit, and it wouldn’t be the first time he’d destroyed articles of clothing in his haste to get the two of you naked. Buttons torn from blouses and shredded stockings, his passion in the bedroom more than matching the power of his machinations in the boardroom.

After helping you step out of the dress, he turns you around, lips parting as his eyes dance over every inch of your bare body. His pupils are blown wide with lust. Along with his quiet confidence, his reaction is more than enough to chase away any lingering doubt about being so exposed here in his office.

With his attention still focused firmly in your direction, his hands rise to the dark straps of his shoulder holster but you step forwards and take his hand, effectively stopping him in his tracks.

“I’ll do it,” you tell him, a soft smile tugging at your lips. Because two can most assuredly play at this game.

Tommy stands perfectly still as your fingers brush along the corded muscle of his biceps, sliding the leather straps of the holster over the sleeves of his crisp white cotton shirt before discarding the item on his desk.

One down…

A muscle in Tommy’s jaw ticks as you meet his eye again, before giving his waistcoat equally attentive treatment. You can feel the beat of his heart, pounding furiously within his chest. A thrill runs through you to know that your touch has this kind of effect on such a man.

Two down…

Once his waistcoat has fallen to the floor, you make a start on the buttons of his shirt, but Tommy growls, grabbing your wrists.

“Enough.”

It seems his patience has finally run out.

Without warning, he lurches forwards, sweeping the contents of his desk to the floor.

Before you can even begin to anticipate what comes next, he lifts you by the waist, depositing you unceremoniously onto the edge of the now-empty desk. You gasp as he swiftly parts your thighs, placing himself between them and pressing the hard length of his body into that sweet spot at your centre.

“Tommy,” you moan, shifting your hips in the pursuit of much needed friction.

Countering the rough and sudden behaviour of just moments earlier, Tommy releases your waist and his hands rise to cup your jaw, thumbs stroking your cheeks as he gently tilts your head towards him.

“No more waiting.”

He punctuates the command with a claiming kiss, the kind of kiss that ignites the smouldering desire beneath your bare skin until every cell in your body is keenly attuned to his presence, his own desire evident as you continue to rock against him.

“No more waiting,” you agree, muttering the words against his mouth without breaking the kiss, sharp teeth grazing his lips. At the same time, you reach for his belt buckle, fingers fumbling to free him from the confines of his slacks.

Once he’s stripped from the waist down with only his half-buttoned shirt still remaining, Tommy splays a hand across your lower back, the heat of him a burning brand against your sensitive skin. Meanwhile, you clutch his broad shoulders for support, readying yourself for what comes next.

With his other hand, he lines himself up against your core.

Tommy doesn’t waste another second - not another word - before he’s breaching your slick entrance, burying himself to the hilt in a single thrust. His name is torn from your lips, this time in the form of a strangled cry, but he dips his head, quietening you with another kiss.

It’s a brief reprieve, though. Just long enough for you to relax around him, to catch your breath. Because he knows better than to be patient and gentle now - knows that, just like him, you enjoy the pressure. That you crave the burn as he stretches you to your limit and beyond, over and over again until you lose yourself to pleasure, until you find yourself hurtling towards your release.

In the amber light of the office - darker now since the lamp clattered to the floor - Tommy’s skin is flushed, his ocean blue eyes almost black. But not once does his intense gaze waver as he fucks you over the desk. Like he’s afraid that if he looks away you might vanish - that this might all have been a dream.

Overwhelmed by both his attention and the way he angles his hips to hit that sweet spot deep inside, you rapidly find yourself shattering around him.

As always, he doesn’t let you fall too hard, holding you close as you ride out the wave of your climax.

“I’ve been thinking,” Tommy grunts suddenly, his pace finally faltering as he smooths a strand of hair from your sweat-slick brow.

“Should I be worried?” you pant, struggling to focus on his words. The room is still spinning. You're drunk on him.

Ignoring your teasing question, he presses his lips against your breast, driving his hips deeper one final time as he spills inside you.

“I’ve finally woken up,” he rasps.

It’s so unlike Tommy to speak in riddles that you find yourself tensing beneath him. Roughly, you grab his face, forcing him to look at you. “What are you talking about, Tom?”

He stills, lowering his head until your brows are touching. There isn’t an inch of space between you and when he speaks, his voice is hoarse. “You're the only person who knows me - who believes in me. In my worst times, you see the best in me. And even with my worst lies…you always see the truth in me.”

Concerned, you pull back from him. Clearly, his sex-addled brain is not functioning correctly. “Tommy, what are you-”

“I love you.”

Silence fills the room. It’s so unexpected, his admission, that you freeze. Imaginary walls fracture like glass around you.

When this thing between you and Tommy started up months ago, there had been an unspoken agreement that it could be nothing more than lust. An added benefit of your business transactions. Your family history, not to mention the relationship between your two companies, is far too complicated for anything more.

Love was never part of the deal.

But as much as you might want to believe that he’s simply not thinking straight - that he’s as intoxicated by your body as you are by his, you realise he is right. You see the hope - the truth - reflected back at you in those beautiful blue eyes.

Tommy Shelby has fallen in love with you.

Even if you wanted to, there's nothing you can do about it.

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bladekindeyewear · 3 months ago

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HS^2 bloggin’ mainline 2024-09-29

(Previous post - current page 666)

Section 6 is finally here! (And the part at the bottom is gone, possibly never meant to be clickable?!) Time for possibly the last or second-to-last portion of one of my favorite Homestuck storytelling sections so far, let's see if and how this situation ends!

Time to see if it really HAS been a whole eight years before she finishes her therapy like the joke Davepeta left on last time, or if it'll add up to 6 for the whole thing to go with the Hell/purgatory/666 theme, I suppose! *click*

"LATER"

Well, I suppose it isn't going to tell us HOW LONG just yet...

Ooh Davepeta's theme again, it sounds a bit jazzier than usual if I'm not imagining it, like a slight remix!

Gosh she looks so proud and happy! (Even though the next line could easily pull the rug out from under us.) I can't wait to see grown-up Vriska having almost-sort-of resolved her biggest issues! (No change in her sprite when I compare to my earlier screenshots, although that doesn't tell us much about how much time has passed since there was always a good chance she had grown as much as she's going to physically the prior new sprite switchup.)

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < its b33n a long ass time but were cr33ping up behind the grand finale DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < that finale is never gonna s33 it coming

VRISKA: The final 8oss.

Ooh, who is it? I mean, probably herself obviously. But who else could it be? There are possibilities I'm sure but they're not coming to mind easily. I'm reminded very much, the way I have been this entire time, of the conversation in original Homestuck where the retcon-returned Vriska berated her possibly-inverted ghost self, insulting her and shouting her down in a way that was wrong and proved all the ways the version of her who HADN'T survived had grown and the one who HAD survived hadn't. She insisted that being the hero and hiding her self-hatred to go have an Epic Final Story Battle with Lord English was the only way forward for her while everyone else was escaping the bounds of canon to enjoy a life and hopefully true happiness outside the story's confines, and what she'd gone up to before The Plot Point was her reward, consigned to irrelevance again and now WITHIN the Plot Point shown that none of what she'd been pursuing up until now would have ever made her happy, or into a better person. Now she has to finish learning that lesson, or at least get close enough, of what to actually do and what true freedom ("Ultimate Freedom") and happiness is to finally do what's right for her and potentially everyone around her.

I guess that means I expect her to have to "fight" herself, because she's been the enemy this whole time, right? Everyone she's "reconciled" with has been, in effect, the reflection of those people that exists within HER Heart, much like Jake was able to invoke Brain Ghost Dirk. Lines in here in previous sections indicated that she really is "alone", that these people she's talking to are an illusion and really besides her tagalong therapists she's the "only one here", the only one keeping herself here and torturing herself. Because SHE'S always been the one torturing herself, and SHE needs to learn how and when and why NOT TO in order to be the best version of herself. The Jung in Homestuck shows itself again in the form of the shadow, in the lesson of merging to ascend, of accepting yourself and your flaws with a humility that doesn't deny your ability to affect the world around you, to understand how to leave your mark on reality and how you're WORTH doing so, without stamping down the wills of others.

I'm rambling and stalling, let's see what they have for us.

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < master hand, your days are fucking numbered

I know this is just a smash reference, but does Vriska think she needs to go at Doc Scratch again? His chess playing with her on the board is sort of some "master hand" shit, I'd think.

VRISKA: More like minutes!

A clock hand joke perhaps?

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < finally ready to take that final step

whatisitwhatisitwhatisit :D

VRISKA: I needed a 8reather!

Huh. I didn't think that maybe she had been just, not going back in AT ALL after the Doc Scratch thing and maybe just, resting for a LONG time that's about to be divulged after the first try, or perhaps multiple tries?

Oh wait is that a Breath aspect and freedom pun hint too? You can't always buckle down and go at your responsibilities (Blood) all the time or you'll snap like a rusty chain.

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < you sure did!

I know I'm stopping like, every line, but... I'm sensing a punchline coming of THE BREATHER'S BEEN X YEARS.

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < *a tear begins to well up in dps eye behind their shades* DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < *they f33l like a mom s33ing their freshly pupated charge about to finish their final trials and march off to the subgrubs or maybe a dope ass cave* DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < *dp wonders will they be safe out there? will she make use of all the lessons theyve learned here?*

Dave and Nepeta as a fusion is never not fun and interesting to listen to.

I don't expect The Plot Point to have "fully cured her" so to speak because not even comprehensive therapy is the full answer to solving your issues, and because we still have a good amount of plot LEFT besides all the attention Vriska is sucking up here of it. But if she leaves The Plot Point having identified her issues, confronted them, and with a true resolution to accept herself AND her flaws and do better out there in the real or quasi-real world, with a bit more of an understanding of how to ACTUALLY strive to be the best version of herself (the answer to the ultimate riddle) and begin honestly trying without much leftover regret, then yeah. That may be all she needs from here. We'll see.

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < *will she remember to wipe the lid?*

O-of what? The toilet? Huh? >_>"

(Is this a stealthy reference to Vriska being a trans gal in side content as per Toblerone and urinating standing up...?)

FEFETASPRITE: 3833 < 383

WAIT WHAT? Was she always here?!? Did I forget a comment about her showing up before? Is she real?? She's a sprite who DIED, isn't she, which would mean that since this isn't a reflection of Vriska's, sprites still HAVE ghosts that went to the Furthest Ring and could be sucked down here?! This is a heck of a random sprites-having-ghosts confirmation!

...I could have sworn that the joke of Fefeta being so talkative but never doing so onscreen was repeated SOMEWHERE in HS^2 since Beyond Canon and my liveblog of it resumed, but I can't freakin' remember where. I think I was just coincidentally talking with a friend about Fefeta's explosion recently on a random subject matter and I'm confusing it with having read/heard SOME mention of her again in the comic. Like from Roxy or something. Roxy might have brought up her past with Fefeta to remind us she existed so she could be dropped again on us in here, or... fuck I'm confused. Someone let me know if we had any clue Fefeta was here or mention of her elsewhere in Beyond Canon, or if her living again had been confirmed elsewhere before this, because my memory could NOT be failing me harder right now.

VRISKA: *The Thief proudly puffs out her chest with her hands on her hips and her 8ack to the sun, looking heroic and 8adass.*

--Okay I know that Vriska HAS roleplayed before, or we've been told enough that she has, but doing so ONSCREEN so shamelessly with Davepeta speaks of a really really strong friendship she'd have to be pretty vulnerable with them to do this, I think. Which is adorable.

Also, her back to the sun, huh? Nah, no need to dig into that.

VRISKA: Ha! You've got nothing to fear. VRISKA: I'm older and wiser now.

And the time it's taken punchline is coming aaany second now...

VRISKA: I want to thank you, too.

AWW! Gosh she's improved SO MUCH to be talking so freely vulnerably; the last time she approached this sort of opening-up was the moirallegiance with Terezi that was always too one-sided because she never intended to listen to her moirail's advice, back in the last stretch of original Homestuck.

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < what for DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < i barely did shit

HAH! Don't be modest, you kept her (relatively) sane this whole time! Davepeta looks genuinely confused, that's hilarious.

VRISKA: Haha yeah, 8ut I'm glad you were here anyway. VRISKA: You and everyone else! FEFETASPRITE: 3833 < 383

EXACTLY. You all spent X years with her in here just to keep her company!!! That's not nothing, that's a whole fucking ton of something! Even if I get the feeling that The Plot Point was partially a sink of sorts to suck up all the ghosts from the Ghost Rain and keep them from mucking up the place.

But no seriously, was Fefeta here before??? Did I genuinely forget she was? Because I'm finding it hard to believe I hadn't noticed her and the implications a formerly exploded sprite surviving here would have had before.

VRISKA: ........

Yeah I'm apparently with you there. XD Is she running into the same confusion as me? (Or is the fact that there are sort of two half-Nepetas here about to invite a conversation about Heart and the Ultimate Self again?)

VRISKA: So, DP, you're half Nepeta, right?

Oh, it is!!! :D (And Fefeta's just a sprite, or a ghost of one, not a sprite squared and thus automatic Ultimate Self of both Dave AND Nepeta.) We're about to get some Heart aspect to help stick in Vriska's mind to break down the ultimate answers for her and the audience I bet.

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < yeah VRISKA: Well, more of a whole Nepeta, along with a whole other dude. DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < ... yeah? FEFETASPRITE: 3833 < 383 VRISKA: 8ut Fefeta's also a whole Nepeta!

It feels like Vriska shouldn't be too confused on this, unless she's gotten lucky and subconsciously sensed that there's an answer she needs for herself, here.

FEFETASPRITE: 3833 < ...

Just don't explode on us again :p

VRISKA: So like... how does that work?

Vriska, you've met who knows how many alternate copies of literally everyone, right?

Nooooo don't make her Fefetasplode again!

VRISKA: Why are there two Nepetas?

A MEOW SOUND EFFECT AND THEN SHE FADES INTO NOTHING. Dammit!!!

I mean, solid joke, sure, except on the Fefeta lovers, but. Is this a consequence of Davepeta being an Ultimate Nepeta and sucking up any spare nonliving Nepeta air in the room passively when it's pointed out? All of HS^2, plus the Epilogues, had a theme in part of Dirk concentrating his power as an Ultimate Self by taking parts of himself back in from places like Candy where it wasn't convenient to exist to achieve his ultimate (hah) goal, which it was IMPLIED made him more powerful-- and we just saw alt!Calliope lose power when she divided herself and have to spend time meditating to reunite enough of herself to control any sort of Jade body again. (Which again, makes her super vulnerable to being disrupted by a Prince of Heart, by the way, which I have no clue how she can be so arrogant as to dismiss and think she can do this with just her squad.)

(Did I mention that there's a TINY chance that Ultimate Davebot's chosen purpose, in alt!Callie's quest to tie up all the loose ends and bring the plot back together, might be to have him scratch Caliborn's session so that alt!Calliope could properly exist? You know, my old debunked-and-defunct Third Scratch theory, the three scratches on Gamzee's face? Oh shit that post has old broken image links I need to fix too, I'll do that by tonight. It's only a small chance, though. EDIT 20240930: After sleeping on it, it seems even less likely than I thought, actually. Alt!Calliope's ship with Davebot and Aradia on it is headed for Dirk and Rose's new planet-- for Davebot to pull off what I just proposed, he'd normally need to use time travel on Earth C to leap to the distant near-death of its star when the cherubs lived and get an easy route into Caliborn's session. I can't say it 100% rules it out, especially if Davebot might (or might not) be able to rewind his entire ship journey when he's done with it to make a full Spacetime move instead of just Time; and that's given that when they entered the Meat timeline they even started at the Meat version of Earth C anyway, too, which is only really an assumption. But it doesn't seem to add up to alt!Callie's need for Davebot in the confrontation itself, at least.)

Okay back to poor, sweet Fefeta just having vanished under the slightest bit of scrutiny.

VRISKA: ... What the fuck was that? DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < you just fucking sent dear sw33t precious fefeta to sprite city.

Is that a literal Sprite City like the kingdoms founded on Earth C where Jasprose was hanging out, or a figurative Sprite City as in sprites tend to die?

Does an Ultimate Nepeta's presence here mean that unless avoiding scrutiny (Voidily) they all become part of the present Ultimate Nepeta and can't exist in this space at the same time? Also with the Umineko connection pointed out last time as something this whole sequence is apparently referencing, I know from my partial experience from the series that there's precedent for someone unable to exist and falling apart if their true paradoxical origins are revealed.

VRISKA: ???????? DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < hahahaha anyway

NO NOT ANYWAY, EXPLAIN

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < i was just fucking around earlier but honestly, im actually gonna miss you

Yeah, much like her ghost self from the pre-retcon timeline, this Vriska was likely a lot more gratifying to hang out with. (NO EXPLANATION AT ALL FOR FEFETAFADEOUT, GREAT)

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < i think im f33ling a goodbye glomp coming on

Yeah, they would. (Sorry for quoting and commenting on basically every irrelevant line it's become ingrained habit already and we've only been back here a few times aaaa)

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < oh yeah sorry

This is too fun a reaction for me not to screenshot, though. Yeah, personal space, Davepeta! Consent of contact!

Ohhhkay I think this is my sign that if I don't stop screencapping and retyping every single line of dialogue I'm never going to get through this final section. Time for more selective quoting and paraphrasing of action!!! (I promise! Kinda!)

VRISKA: Alright fine, one hug 8efore I crush this and I'm outta here.

Daww. :D

I wonder where everyone here is going to go... I don't think Davepeta is going to voluntarily stop existing, but they're pretty hard to pin down.

Yaaaay! :D :D :D

Davepeta you are by NO means allowed to stop existing once the Plot Point is resolved by the way. You can be as plot irrelevant as you want, just don't stop existing.

Oh shit, it's somewhat literal.

One of the eight-balls she compulsively broke, "increasing her bad luck" and leaving things to step on earlier that Kanaya pointed out she could have found her perceived luck returning just by cleaning up. The metaphor that she's been the one putting HERSELF through hell for much of her life, especially ever since she escaped her parent.

VRISKA: I've 8een waiting for this one.

You know who it is?! Is it you?

VRISKA: I have a pretty good feeling I know who's waiting on the other side.

Oh come on, I didn't break the habit of retyping every single line of dialogue at all!!! She's just guessing. Which raises the chance significantly that this might instead be Terezi she has to confront, within herself, to help bring this full circle and decide what she has to do. Everything about their arcs seems to be leading the two of them together again, and not just in their ghost versions, I feel like.

It's just as possible though that when we finally see the message Vriska left Terezi at the end of the epilogues, though, still unseen, that that represents the final word between the Scourge Sisters and these versions of themselves are meant to find their own paths, even though Terezi spent all those years searching the wreckage of the Furthest Ring for her. I can't say for sure.

Okay I'm going to start paraphrasing... pff, Davepeta lampshading the Silent Hill mind prison -ness of this, yeah plenty of works have had this sort of trope and that's certainly a good one (so much as I've heard/read of it anyway).

The quite possibly final goodbye from Vriska to Davepeta! Hope "see you around" remains literal and Davepeta doesn't go to Sprite City </euphemism>.

Wishing her luck!

Black screen, Vriska waits...

A tree fading in in the distance... multiple colors of tree... this feels like Terezi.

VRISKA: Hey!!!!!!!!

VRISKA: Is that you?

Ohh fuuuck the touching slow piano music is kicking in. D':

It's time for emotions

VRISKA: I knew it would 8e you!

I can't tell from here if it's her or if it's Ghost (Vriska) but... oh wait. Wait if all the ghosts are here. Could she be confronting, possibly... ACTUAL ghost Vriska with the actual ghost Terezi that reunited with her? That would be a knife-twist she'd learn a lesson from. Clicking further...

VRISKA: You were the one thing missing from this!

D': What a thing to say.

VRISKA: Even if you're just a phantom designed explicitly to torture me, I'mso happy to see-

It's not her like you wanted, is it? And you're the one who picked a path that you thought would lead yourself away from her forever. YOU kicked her away for the sake of your own glory. So maybe it wouldn't be as simple as just seeing her again here and making amends, hm? Let's see.

VRISKA: you...?

Oh this is totally DEFINITELY the ghost (Vriska) that she chewed out in ways that everything she just spent time in The Plot Point showed were completely wrong. The time she REJECTED her inverse shadow self instead of ACCEPTING and merging with all the parts of herself she hated most, showing how and why she was on the path to fighting Lord English and abandoning Terezi instead of finding any sort of true happiness for herself. Let me find the part in Homestuck AND where I talked about it, to link y'all... GOSH without the full text of Homestuck on command-F/control-F it's so much harder to find stuff like "(VRISKA)"...

Yep, "VRISKA" first showed up to see ghost "(VRISKA)" when I wrote this upd8 reaction in June 2015, then went on for the bulk of the conversation over here on my blog, and here in the comic. I explained how she was dressed like a Page, representing her shadow self, her inner Page of Void-- and still on a happier path than the main Vriska who gave HERSELF such an unjustified verbal beatdown for seeming "pathetic". If you want more from back then, look at my posts tagged Vriska from late June 2015.

It completely fits that Vriska would find the disappointment of not having Terezi here, AND simultaneously have to confront herself in this form as the so-called final boss.

Heck... I figured this hell was driven by Vriska's Heart, her ultimate existence across all timelines, but what if (VRISKA) has been having some specific hand in showing the other Vriska how she can finally be happy, like she figured out?

(Anyway that search took like an hour, I'm finally clicking forward now.)

Oh the way the music just STOPS when (Vriska) turns to the camera. THAT'S a sure sign Vriska isn't taking this well. But she's going to be able to figure this one out without any return trips, this time, I'm sure of it. *click*

Oh, THIS music is different from what I expected. Interesting. It's too slow for my mind to figure out if it's a play on Vriska's old walkaround theme.

GOSH SHE'S SO FREAKIN' TINY D':

Clicking... they stare back and forth a bit more...

Aww, Vriska's awkwardly holding her arm. (I'll resist the urge to screenshot absolutely everything.) She may really be catching onto the fact that she has to apologize to herself. Learn from herself-- from ALL of herself. The parts of herself she used to loathe most because she saw her own weakness in them. That's her Jungian Shadow.

And... perhaps it's also in part why we were reminded again of an Ultimate Self's being all of someone just before she dove in.

VRISKA: Alright, fine. VRISKA: Makes sense I'd have to do this eventually.

Yeah, you're smart enough to get it a bit already.

VRISKA: I'm sorry. VRISKA: For all that shit I said to- did to you.

No-- I mean, sure, that's a start, Vriska, but you don't just have to APOLOGIZE to yourself, your shadow, your perceived flaws. You have to ACCEPT yourself. That's more than a quick apology can do.

VRISKA: It was wrong of me to hate you for getting soft. VRISKA: For knowing when to quit.

Holy shit. SHE FUCKING GETS IT. WOW HAS SHE COME SO FAR. This is exactly what we've been saying since nearly a DECADE ago when that argument happened, just like what I said from my upd8 reaction back then to above!

And (Vriska) gives her back an expansive, pained shrug, huh?

VRISKA: HUH???????? What the hell...

Or... wait. No, she couldn't be. That wasn't a shrug was it. Was (Vriska) offering... a HUG?

That's the answer, isn't it? And why we got a Davepeta hug too? That on the inside, when you finally reach a hand out and offer to accept your shadow as an essential-but-not-predominant part of yourself... your shadow is willing to reach back. She was willing to accept Vriska all along if Vriska just tried. But the fear of one's flaws is a horribly hard thing to conquer, to love yourself-- your ENTIRE self-- enough to take that crucial step.

--yeah, that's an offer to hug it out, isn't it? Vriska probably needs a bit to accept that it's really THAT EASY. Because it wasn't. It wasn't easy. Vriska needed to spend ALL those years to really understand enough to do something like this.

And I'm heavily betting that when Vriska and (Vriska) hug, there's a good chance THEY'LL MERGE. Embracing and assimilating the Jungian Shadow, just like the ascent to God-Tier and merging with the dreamself, except this is part of how you become, in a sense-- at least closer to-- your Ultimate Self. Jung-- "while "no one should deny the danger of the descent [...] every descent is followed by an ascent", and assimilation of – rather than possession by – the shadow becomes a possibility." "NANNASPRITE: All the gates do, John. To ascend, each time you must first descend!" Jung-- "We begin to travel [up] through the healing spirals...straight up." Right from the spirograph gates above their houses to their dreamselves and merging to God-Tier, Sburb and Homestuck has been loaded with intentional Jungian psychology references, and this is just the latest instance of the story spelling it out for us.

Anyway, clicking forward. Yeah, Vriska's nervous. She isn't huggy, and this is one of the hardest embraces one can possibly make, whether she realizes it now or not given all the work she's done to get here.

VRISKA: You're asking for too much. VRISKA: You're really going to make me do this? VRISKA: ...

See? It's no wonder this is so hard for her. She was always in the way of herself.

What will you do?

HAH!

Clicking... she hesitates further, of course...

VRISKA: I...

You're so damn close. But that's the reason this is the final 8oss, isn't it? Accepting the shadow is the hardest step. Accepting that she deserves it, that she can deserve to forgive even herself for hurting herself.

VRISKA: I can't.

You can!

And... OH WOW SHE ACTUALLY OLLIES OUTIE?!?!?!??!?!?

It really IS that hard for her to accept herself. I've long covered exactly why it can be the hardest thing of all. Not inverting, but integrating, balancing, accepting ALL of yourself, the good and the bad, your right to make a difference and the importance of recognizing where you may do wrong. Everything Doc Scratch lectured her to fear about herself in part 5.

So she's back at the beach. Clicking...

And that's the end of the upd8. That was... excellent. I loved it.

Seems like we need to wait one more step for her to finally embrace herself. But that's all that's left! Just one more step.

See you next time!

#Homestuck #hs2 #Homestuck Liveblog #Homestuck^2 #upd8 #spoiler #spoilers #Vriska #Light and Void #Terezi #Alt!Calliope

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freestyle-crocodile-trashpile · 2 years ago

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Can I request the 141 team x reader

Where reader is kinda stupid and a tall fox like person, has super sharp canines and while they are cuddling maybe it goes to fair and reader bites them and says "look I marked you lol" just stares at it for a moment before (either cleaning it up with a medkit or with their mouth) idk I'm craving something that's like me and I have sharp canines.

If you have done something like this please feel free to delete!

[A/n:Mm, this is different, I like it. Thank you for requesting]

Summary:Your a foxy person with sharp teeth, one day you accidentally bite them alittle to hard and help clean the bite

Type:Short Scenarios: Price X M!Reader: Ghost X M!Reader: Soap X M!Reader: Gaz X M!Reader

Version:Mw2

Ghost

He's already use to your foxyness, that's why your a good sniper. He's used to it, nothing can really surprise him when do these foxy shenanigans. When you guys where cuddling his back was pressed against your chest, he was just laying there, caressing your hand gently. He was half way asleep when you bite him. He jumped and quickly turned around.

"Haha, look i marked you...actually, that looks like it hurts"

You got up dragging Ghost with you. He'll never tell you about the raging blush behind his mask. Getting the first aid kit you gently cleaned the bite. Ghost was quiet still half asleep, that's why he didn't say anything before.

"And there"

Kissing the bite gently you patted his thigh before you both headed back to bed, him staying up alittle longer than he hoped just touching the bite mark slightly, a small blush still on his face.

Price

You were foxy yes, but you were also a crazy good sniper because of that so he never stopped you. Your small pranks were harmless at least, besides the time you and Soap planted C4 near the base to scare the new recruits. You two had a earload from price and a hell of a punishment. Price was reading in bed, sitting up while you layed on him. He had his book rested on your head. Staring at his thigh before glancing up at him. Biting his thign he yelped.

"OW-Fuck!"

Hitting you upside the head with the book he had he gently rubbed the spot you bit. You looked up at him with a sad look before lifting his shorts and boxers to find the bite mark. Price watched as you licked and kissed the bite mark gently "cleaning" it. Chuckling at this he patted your head and got back to his book. Hoping to hide his face. You sucking at his thigh has him alittle flustered.

Gaz

He helped in your shenanigans. It's one if his favorite activities. Running around with his boyfriend messing with people and playing pranks. Its so fun, he calls them dates instead if messing around. He'd probably be laying on top of you, hugging your neck, napping. His small snores making you smile, but the drool on your neck not so much. Chuckling to yourself you kiss his shoulder. Looking at him, like your waiting for something. Deciding it was safe you opened your mouth, stilling looking at him, you bit him. Hard. Hearing a small yelp you felt his shoulder collide with your jaw. Letting out a groan you rubbed your jaw. Gaz looked at you horrified, not processing you bit him.

"Huh?! What happened?!"

Gently grabbed your face Gsz kissed your Jaw to hopefully help it. You smiled tapping his non exposed shoulder.

"I marked you. See?"

You pushed his sleeve out of the way so he could see it. Sighing Gaz stood up to find the first aid kit, it was a bad bite, probably because he slammed(?) His shoulder into your jaw as soon as he felt pressure on it. Cleaning the bite Gaz looked at you, now proped on your elbows staring at him. Gaz gave a small smile before looking back at the bite mark.

Soap

He loves how foxy you are, he now has an excuse to call you foxy, hinting at the fact he thinks your hot. The C4 thing got him in a but load of trouble but doing it with you made it 10x more worth. Sitting next to you on the couch, well more like leaning against you. Soap was on his phone, going back and forth with some silly arguments with his siblings, since there all in a group chat. Looking back at you Soap went on about how his sister were saying something about him being single, and how he wanted a photo with you. Smiling you nodded. Soap smiled back with a wide grin, getting his phone camera ready, he lifted it above his head to get the both of you. Soap Smiled wide, eyes closing slightly. Deciding to take this change, you bit his cheek. The picture took a second before he reacted, it being of Soap smiling wide with his eyes closed, and you biting his cheek, so they couldn't see your face.

"OW! What the hell!"

You smiled cheeky and kissed the bite. He still sent the picture but now he was grumby, punching you slightly.

"Love you too Soap"

He just grumbled something under his breath.

[A/n:all my other requests are Scenarios so they might take longer. Thank you for requesting]

#cod ghost #cod price #cod gaz #soap cod #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod x male reader #call of duty mw2 #mw2 headcanons #mw2 x male reader #mw2 fanfic #mw2 x reader

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No Freedom from Knowing ch8

The general mistrust of magic as well as dangerous people in his past kept Jonathan Sims isolated, hidden away where he hoped he might finally be safe. Until he met someone who might be worth shattering that peace for.

ao3

As usual, John couldn’t sleep, but for once it wasn’t due to the nightmares. His fingers kept ghosting over his lips, remembering how Martin had kissed him. It made him shiver. Everything felt so unreal, like this had to be a dream, but it wasn’t. He had to tell himself that over and over, to keep himself grounded.

John had never been lucky in love. He’d never been lucky in anything, as evident by his entire life. He could still hardly believe he might have a friend, let alone that he might be in love with him. And that the friend in question might love him back.

He didn’t know how to do this, he was going to ruin it all. He was going to break Martin’s heart as well as his own. No, that wasn’t fair, he had much more confidence in Martin than himself. He’d managed to remain his friend despite how he’d tried to push him away. Maybe they would be okay. But he didn’t want to constantly be a burden like that, always leaving it to Martin to clean up his mess.

Which, once again, left him with no clue what to do. Martin was already giving up so much by being here with him, and it wasn’t fair. He deserved so much, but instead he would likely lose his entire life; friends, his job, everything. Maybe they could keep this a secret, maybe Martin could still have both. John just didn’t know how to make that happen.

He was still lost in thought when he felt Martin approaching. He looked outside, surprised to see the early morning sunlight streaming in. When had that happened? He figured he might as well get up and make them both some tea. It wouldn’t be as nice as Martin’s, but hopefully he would appreciate it being ready when he got here. The forest could be chilly so early in the morning.

By the time he’d finished brewing, Martin still hadn’t come inside. That was strange, he’d definitely entered the safety of his wards. Maybe he was worried about waking him and was staying outside? John grabbed the two mugs and headed for the door.

It didn’t take long to find him. Martin had apparently been feeding the chickens, but was currently sprawled on the ground with two lying on his chest, a third enjoying Martin’s hand as it ruffled its feathers. The remaining chickens were busy pecking at the ground, occasionally running over Martin in the process.

“Ah,” John said, failing to smother a grin as he leaned against the fence. “I see they have finally abandoned me and claimed you as their favorite. Traitors.”

“John,” Martin exclaimed, craning his neck to look up at him. “Good morning. We didn’t wake you, did we?”

“No, you're fine,” John said, and he knew the smile he gave him had to be absolutely besotted, but he couldn’t help it.

There was just something so endearing about the entire situation, seeing him so gentle with the birds. They’d been a necessity in the beginning, and as annoying as they could be, John had grown rather fond of them, so it was nice to know that they approved of Martin in some way.

Beyond that, though, Martin had returned. In fact, he’d returned so early, as if he had been counting down the hours until it finally became light enough for him to head out, like he couldn’t wait to be back.

It made something in his chest ache with the unfamiliarity, a warmth that spread through him and scared as much as it soothed him. He was fairly certain they smiled at each other for much longer than was normal, lost in the moment, until John finally shook himself.

“I, um, made tea,” he said lamely. “Would you like some breakfast?”

“Please,” Martin said with a little laugh, blushing as he also broke eye contact, trying to brush the chickens off of himself. “I’m starving, I haven't eaten breakfast yet.”

There was that little spread of warmth again, confirmation that he had left in a hurry, and he could feel his own face burning. He looked down at the ground in the hopes that Martin couldn’t see, even as he passed him his tea. Because of this, he was several steps into his home before he looked up. When he did, his own tea slipped from his hand, shattering on the ground where it landed.

There, painted on the wall, was a stylized sickly green eye. And another, on the window, another on the door to his bedroom, and more scattered around the room. They were everywhere.

He stumbled back, into Martin, who put a hand on his back to steady him. He knew it was Martin, would recognize his gentle touch and his warm hands, but he still had to stifle the horrible sound that wanted to claw its way up his throat. His entire body was a coiled spring, waiting for what had to be coming, because this was a promise from Elias that he was coming, as if that had ever been in doubt.

“What the hell?” Martin muttered behind him, looking around.

Something snapped in John. He had been living with terror for so long, he just couldn’t take it any longer, the indignation and rage taking hold. he held onto all the hatred he could muster and practically threw his desk, knocking it to the ground before attacking the next mark with his bear hands, as if he could rip and tear at the eyes, when all that was needed was to wipe it away.

Martin stared at him for a moment. He had never seen him like this, but John didn’t have the presence of mind to be self conscious. Martin seemed to come to a decision, though, because after a moment he pulled off his own jacket and started scrubbing away the eyes. John didn’t care how it gone done, so long as they were gone, so long as it left the bastard blind here.

When he had finished, John knew he had to be trembling all over as he stumbled back heavily against the wall, fist clenched in his hair as he tried to ground himself and clamping a hand over his mouth. He was breathing hard, the rage replaced with a hollow terror, wishing Elias’ taunting didn’t affect him like this.

His chest burned with the grief brought by the certainty that this part of his life was coming to an end. He would never be truly safe, he’d taken a few beatings over the years to prove as much, but he had felt safer here than he ever had since entering this world of magic, but he was finally going to lose it, and the nightmare he had suffered under Elias would start again.

The room was a wreck. He’d knocked things off surfaces and the only reason the furniture was still more or less intact was due to his own lack of strength. He didn’t care. He didn’t even care about the broken glass as he slid to the ground, bringing his knees up to his chest as if that might protect him from the world. And he couldn’t stop shaking.

“I think we got them all,” Martin said.

He had done a valiant job trying to minimize John’s destruction, and now he used his stained jacket to brush the glass and the worst of the debris out of the way into a pile before kneeling beside John.

John wanted to say something. He wanted to thank him, or apologize, anything, but if he opened his mouth, he was afraid of what might come out. He might never stop crying. Or screaming. He could see the concern and alarm in Martin’s eyes as he studied him, looking for any signs of injury maybe. He hesitated to reach out to him, but John simply grabbed him, pulling him close.

He didn’t think he made any noise, no sobs escaped him even as the tears began to spill and Martin practically pulled him into his lap, wrapping him in his arms. He placed a kiss to the top of his head as John buried his face in his shoulder and he shuddered, hoping against everything that it might not be the last time.

He didn’t want to lose this. He didn’t want to lose Martin. He didn’t think he had any fight left in him, but he would fight for this. He would fight for him. He would fight to protect the only person who had ever made him feel this way, so safe and cared for despite what he knew the world was capable of. Despite what the world had done to him. To them both.

It was a long time until he felt composed again. He was too exhausted to feel self conscious about being held like this by Martin, but he knew he would be later. He just very carefully untangled himself and wiped his face on his sleeve, keeping his eyes on the ground.

“What can I do?” Martin asked. “What do you need?”

“I need you to stay away,” John said, even though he knew it was pointless.

“You’ve got to be joking,” Martin said with a mirthless laugh. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

John nodded numbly and took his hand. “Are you sure? This might be your last chance.”

“Yes, I’m sure,” Martin snapped, like he was angry John would even suggest it.

“Can you—“ John began, finding words difficult. “Can you check the attic?”

He didn't think he could stomach seeing anymore eyes, but he hated the idea of leaving any that Elias might be able to see through. He also wasn’t entirely sure his legs were strong enough to make it up the ladder.

Martin hesitated for a moment, reluctant to leave his side, but nodded after a moment. He pulled open the door in the ceiling before climbing up, looking around as he did so.

“Wait,” Martin exclaimed and while John couldn’t see his face, he flinched at the tone, terrified it meant he’d found something else. Something worse. “There’s nothing up here!”

“What?” John stopped wringing his hands and looked up in alarm. “It’s all gone?”

“No, I mean,“ Martin climbed back down and returned to his side as John clambered to his feet. “There's storage up there, sure, but I thought that was your bedroom.”

”Why would you think it was my bedroom?” John asked, bewilderment at least momentarily distracting him from the horror of the situation.

“I mean, I know you had trouble sleeping and stayed by the fire sometimes, but I’ve seen you come down in the mornings, I just thought—“

“Sometimes I go up to work,” John said. “But that’s always my bedroom.” He pointed to the only bedroom the house had.

“What?” Martin demanded, crossing his arms. “Are you seriously telling me that I have been staying in your room the entire time? And you’ve just been, what, sleeping on the couch?”

“Yes?” John said in complete bafflement.

“Oh my god, John!” Martin threw his arms in the air.

“This really isn’t the point right now, Martin,” John said, also gesticulating wildly as he spoke. “If we could get back on task, please?”

“No,” Martin said. “There’s no more eyes, you aren’t getting out of this so easily.”

“I hardly think that should be your priority right now!”

“You’re going to sleep in your own bed tonight,” Martin said, crossing his arms with finality.

“Fine, whatever,” John said, and it was only then that he realized there was a chance he was only so caught on this because it was a distraction for them both. And somehow it had worked.

John felt a little more stable as he went around to check his defenses, Martin very patiently following around and helping where he could. He still doubted it could actually do anything to stop Elias, but he needed to do something with his nervous energy and maybe it could still provide a warning, alerting him of his approach.

By the end, he was exhausted and in pain and Martin had to take his arm to help him make it to his bed. He crawled in, letting his cane fall as he did. Looking back, he saw Martin picking the cane up and settling it next to the nightstand where he usually kept it and John knew he would appreciate that come morning. For now, though, he reached out and took Martin’s arm, tugging him gently forward.

Martin let out a questioning noise, but followed the pull until he was climbing into the bed beside him. Wordlessly, John pulled the blanket up over them both and curled close, draping an arm across Martin’s side. It was true he didn’t want to be alone right now, he wanted the comfort Martin provided. But more than anything, he didn’t know how much time he would have with Martin and he didn’t want to waste a second of it. He just wanted to be with him.

Martin was looking at him as if he was worth looking at. As if he was worth something, anything, everything. He kept doing that and it sent a thrill through him every time. He shivered when he felt Martin caress his cheek, and only then did he let himself cry. He didn’t want to lose this. He didn’t want to lose Martin. He didn’t want to wake up tomorrow and be back there, isolated from everyone and everything, used to strengthen Elias’ power, to kill so many more people.

If he could stay in this moment forever, he would. But he knew it would have to end eventually. And then he’d have to get up and face another day no matter how overwhelming, no matter how terrifying. He’d cry himself to sleep eventually, and then he’ll probably feel ridiculous for it. But for now, he just let Martin hold him, trying to memorize the feel of his arms around him, in case he never felt them again.

#The Magnus archives #martin blackwood #jonathan sims #jmart #no freedom from knowing fic

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withonly-sweetheart · 2 months ago

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threads of carmine red - leon ending...

a/n: so this is the horny side of me coming out three minutes after hating myself so YEAH! haha enjoy nsfw/suggestive warning

@clitorphosis <- eva this one goes out to you. thank you fam for being there, also idk why im taggin you it just reminded me of you <3

wc: 687

Leon. His hand is strong, firm and solid, as he lugs you up, tossing a smug smirk to his partner before returning his gaze to you with what seems like a grimace. His lips only purse at your barrage of questions, unwilling to answer.

He leads you through a maze of hallways, tunnels built to twist your mind and drive you mad, you’re sure. You can’t remember when you started walking, and he won’t tell you when you’ll stop.

His grim expression only twists even darker as he opens a door. Nice, you think drily, at least I’ll get some fresh air before I die.

“I didn’t bring you out here to kill you,” he mumbles, shrugging his cloak off. The cold air immediately pricks daggers at your skin, spawning gooseflesh at its icy, ghost-like touch. You accept it gratefully, tugging it around your shoulders and pulling it taut at your waist.

Leon watches you before gesturing for you to follow him, through the snow-ridden land, brown grass poking out in certain areas, waving in hello, hopefully not goodbye. He trudges further on, boots leaving imprints for you to easily step in after him.

You’re about to question his actions for what feels like the three hundred thousandth time when he spins around, flits his eyes side to side just to confirm what you both already know, and pushes you against a tree.

The sudden impact takes your breath away, not in the way that his next movements do. He steps closer, raising a knee to rest in between your thighs, and his eyes are angry but his touch gentle as he presses his lips to yours.

Quick, rushed, a lifetime’s worth of yearning locked between you, all that time waiting conveyed perfectly through his insistence, the way he keeps pulling you back, and at first you blink in confusion, wanting to push this strange man away.

But he’s so goddamn attractive that you seem to lose yourself in his eyes, which are rapt and brightly glowing, two magnets from the corners of the Earth with the strangest waves of force, attraction clashing between your lips over and over again.

Leon’s knee doesn’t stop moving either, and only when he pulls away for just a split second does the first moan spill past your lips, following strings of profanities as his lips rest on your neck, pecking the area softly, simply lapping.

You wonder why he won’t bite, dumbly.

As if hearing your thoughts, which might’ve been what happened, his fangs pierce the sensitive skin of your shoulder. The pain layers itself with pleasure, insurmountable against the soft fingers of his that tug the shirt off your shoulder, exposing more of you to the bare winter air.

“Been thinking about you ever since I set my eyes on you,” he huffs against your skin, only stopping to lick long, broad stripes up your skin, sending ripples of shudders through your body. His tongue swirls until the blood stops flowing, and he pulls away.

Leon reaches out and curls a hand on your chin, cradling your cheek fondly. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Wait-”

“You need to leave,” he says, more urgently. “They’ll come looking for you. There is no game. I…” Leon looks away, bashful, flushing a light tint of pink, and you get the feeling it's not from the seasonal change in temperature.

“You…?” you prompt.

“I might’ve taken a liking to you. No matter. You must leave,” he echoes, clasping your hands in his, entwining your fingers with his. “It’s for your own safety.”

“Will I see you again?” you ask hopefully, and yet his response comes in a weary sigh and a grim expression, accompanied with a subtle shake of his head.

“I should hope not.” Leon offers a small smile.

And in what you can see before he turns around and stalks back the way you both came, you catch his teeth, scanning for his canines, wanting to see their points. But that is not what you see. You see liquid ruby aligned in curved lines along his teeth.

Threads of carmine red.

#leon kennedy #resident evil #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil 4 #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy fanfic #leon resident evil #re4

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jwirecs · 2 years ago

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Recommended NCT Fics of December 2022💖

hello, hello! here are my nct recs of december! hopefully these beautiful stories will have more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Close Your Eyes, And I’ll Kiss You || @taelme💕✅

in which johnny just wants to kiss you

Like or Like Like || @taelme💕💔✅💯

local fratboy with unstereotypically nice personality that sits behind you in lectures and doesn’t seem to take an interest in anything other than your stationery decides life is too short to keep subtly shooting his shot by asking what’s in your pencil case (i think this could be considered as friends to lovers....maybe....)

My Christmas Come True || @sehunniepotwrites💕✅💯💯

Mark Lee has been a staple in your life for the past six years and you haven’t even met him in person yet. You say yet because you’re steps away from the arrival gate of the airport and he’s there waiting for you on the other side. Nerves out of control, you wonder if coming to him for the holidays is a mistake but it’s way too late to turn back now. The only thing you can do is move forward and hope for the best. (this is the fluffiest of the fluff that i have read so far. like I CAN LITERALLY IMAGINE EXCITED MARK MEETING HIS NEW BFFL AND LIKE BOUNCING ON SPOT NEXT TO JOHNNY LIKE WHAT)

Silent Treatment || @ofjunemoment💕💔✅💯

you and Jeno aren't attached by the hip all the time. you just sync up in many ways which makes it easy for you to communicate with one another. Right?OR: In which you and Jeno make a bet to see who can go the longest without talking to the other.

Caught in Your Web || @inlovergirlsworld💕💔🔄💯

Mark found himself in the makeup section, having not a clue about covering up bruises. And just when he thought he couldn't get any more annoyed, you showed up.

Definition of Hate || @ncteez🔞💕💔✅💯💯💯

Johnny Suh is insufferable. He’s rich, arrogant, and anything but funny. You refuse to believe he is worth anything more than walking away from– over and over again– because you keep showing up for his friends, and his friend’s keep forcing you to talk to him.

The Roommate Contract || @jaeyunverse🔞💕💔✅

(quick summary from me: literally reader and jeno are idiots and are cute together.)

After Hours || @taeilteller💕✅

taeil works from home and everyday, he longs for his girlfriend to come back from work. tonight he feels a little needier than usual.

Candle Light || @2jaeh💕✅

the power goes out so you and mark decide to "enjoy" your dinner under candle light.

Codename: Viper || @yutaholic🔞💕💔✅💯💯💯

ten years ago, Yuta walked away from a life of villainy to be a husband and father, but when an enemy comes lurking, he is ready to protect his family by any vicious means necessary… (asdlkdljksdaj the og author didnt establish if this was an established relationship au but mans married in this fic so i say its under established relationship au because LORD HAVE MERCY ON ME)

Seven Days To Say I Love You || @purinpeach💕✅

you and jeno can't get enough of spending time together even when you are practically glued to each other's side at any given opportunity. but spending seven days a week for eternity with your favourite person doesn't sound like a bad idea, right?

A Series of (Un)Fortunate Events || @gimmehyuck💕💔✅💯

Mark found himself in the makeup section, having not a clue about covering up bruises. And just when he thought he couldn't get any more annoyed, you showed up.

Human Girls Are So Soft || @osakisho🔞✅

You’re Renjun’s pet girl and Haechan, Jaemin and Jeno are left to take care of you… yeah.

Neo Hybridverse || @flowerboykun🔞💕💔✅💯

(a compilation of multiple series all in one masterlist!)

Boo || @nikinonikki💔🔄💯

upon finding that you've died and are now a ghost, you do what any sane person would do- say 'screw it' and sneak into an nct concert for free. you're really living the death out here.

I Got You || @peanutpinet💕💔✅💯

you had always thought that you were working for the right people for the right purpose but it was all just a big act, making you realise that the right person was the one that you had to leave after an incident (do you hear mark saying “yo i got you, i got you” in your head rn? because i can and i love that)

Losing 127 In Ikea || @phoxphenex💕✅💯

(i also enjoy their little text drabbles)

Love Song || @neos-gone-wild💕✅

you ask your best friend to listen to a love song you wrote about him

Request from Anon. || @doyozen💕✅

Asking the Dreamies “Ass or Tits” (i fully enjoy their little texts)

Skinship || @honeym4rk💕🔄

the many ways mark partakes in affection

Soft Launching You On Instagram || @yellowgatorade💕✅

after a few months of dating, your boyfriend gets the okay to post you on instagram. your only request is that he covers your face, and he obliges. the response is overwhelmingly positive! (when will it be my turn to have a boo. like when, god out here playing favorites and i aint one of them)

Cynics || @rosewould🔞💕💔✅💯💯

Johnny has been your best friend since middle school. He was the only person who understood you in sad times. As time ticked on, he grew distant. He changed. He walked all over you to suck up to his other friends. It’s too late to fix things.

Dunk Shot || @jaemwrlds🔞💕💔✅

you had no intent on getting into a relationship but then you bump into a familiar face, na jaemin, who has an offer your sex craved self simply can’t resist.

Little Taste of Heaven || @taelme🔞💕💔✅

a little taste of heaven, what you found in the eyes of Taeyong and his daughter.

My Focus On You || @jaemwrlds🔞💕💔🔄💯

lee jeno has only been betrayed two times in his life.

Sour Universe || @neowinestainedress🔞💕💔🔄💯

(i suck at summaries but there are currently three fics in this masterlist and i am not too sure if its completed or not but i will put “ongoing” for the time being!)

Do check out all of the other NCT Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

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somethingwittyandweird · 20 days ago

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Tag Game: Backlog Check-up

Got tagged by my good friend @tisorridalamor to post 5-10 entries from my to-play list and tag some others to do the same.

I'm actually very proud of my backlog progress this year, since I've knocked off a bunch of long-standing titles! More on those in my end-of-year gaming recap post to come later this month. Despite that progress, though, the backlog feels sizable as ever, so here's some stuff I've been plugging away at more recently...

Crosscode: A New Home - A game I love dearly, I'm partway through the postgame DLC's mega dungeon and I just need to sit down and jam on through it. I feel like every room in that place fries my brain in a good way- they went all out in making new puzzles for the DLC. I'm having a great time!

Ghost Trick - After so long in the 'dude you just gotta play it' pile, I picked it up on sale to the delight of my GT mutuals. It's been every bit worth their hype! I expect I'll have this one done by the end of the year, so more to say about it then hopefully!

Wandersong - Another smaller title that's just been on the list for a while waiting for me to play it. I started it a while back but only got a couple chapters in. Fun game, and my friends swear I haven't got to the part that really hits, so looking forward to it!

Chants of Sennaar - The next thinky mystery puzzley knowledge checkpointy game on my radar, I know I'll enjoy it like I did Outer Wilds, Obra Dinn, Tunic, and others in its esteemed genre (whatever the name of it is).

Metroid Prime - Grabbed this at a con a while back and started but I didn't get far. My only Metroid experience is the 2D titles, so I really want to give the 3D entries a go, starting with this.

13 Sentinels: Aegis Rim - A very fascinating game that hasn't revealed its whole deal to me yet, but it comes so highly recommended that I'm intent on finding out what it's getting at... eventually.

Xenoblade Chronicles - When my schedule finds space to dive into an 80-hr JRPG, this one's the first title I'm eyeing. I want to know firsthand what makes it such a classic! (Which, for better or for worse, does include experiencing the much-touted level 80 monkey...)

Legend of Zelda: Echoes of Wisdom - This is another game I'm in the middle of and hope to finish by the end of the year. It's novel, it's cute, and it's pretty small scope, which actually feels refreshing coming after the ballooning world of the Wild duology.

Okami - This is my "fake gamer" admission- I've owned it for ages, I've tried two or three times, but I just haven't stuck with it. But!! It's a high priority and I have made plans. 2025 *will* be the year I finish Okami and that's a promise!

I think on that note I'll truncate the list, and turn the post over to the tags; @imperatortez, @goldensunset, @prismaticate, @skysometric, @notquiteapex, @yeetle-beetle, @overlordstick, and anyone else interested, I wanna hear about the games you're currently playing/intend to play! And as always feel free to ignore the tag if you'd rather not. Either way have a lovely December day/night/whenever!

#tag games #i talk a lot tag #thanks o for the tag!#i hope you stare as eagerly at some of my backlog entries as i know i do at some of yours #anyway tune in Soon:tm: for me to talk about all the games I fully finished in 2024

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Hey folks, it's been a while! I've finally finished my latest Necron project, so I present to you today my vehicle master post!

First up, we have the Ghost Arcs. This is an infantry-heavy army, so it makes sense to have a couple of these floating around. They look really cool in tandem with the rest of the army, but I gotta say this: I absolutely LOATHE painting these things. It is an awful experience, hopefully I never need to again. In case you missed it in a previous post, this army originally belonged to a friend of mine and he commissioned me to paint it all for him. At least back then I was getting paid for it! Left to my own devices, it takes me a loooong time to muscle through painting these arcs.

Which transitions nicely into the next vehicle: the Doomsday Arc. Again, an awesome vehicle! But it took me like a year to paint it. All those "ribs" are the worst. As a side note, I would have made a cool custom base for this one like I did for the Ghost Arcs (those aren't the bases they come with), but I didn't have any spares. So it got a smaller, but still custom, base instead.

Up next there's a couple squadrons of Tomb Blades. Neat little speeders, but I'm not overly familiar with what they do. They fire a lot of shots, if I recall correctly.

The second-last picture is the Annihilation Barge, which of course I made completely modular with its optional pieces so it can become a Command Barge at any time. But that has to wait until my next post!

And finally, we have the ever iconic Monolith. My mind is perpetually stuck in 4th Edition, so naturally I have three of these. Unfortunately I don't think I can get them all in one image, but they're all identical so you can copy and paste this one a couple times for the same effect. These were also a pain to paint, but for a different reason. They're just so darn big and full of open, flat surfaces. Worth it, though. Again, they look sweet on the tabletop.

With this post I've documented almost my entire Necron army. Just a handful or Lords next, should be up later today. Thanks for looking!

#warhammer 40k #necrons

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canyouhearthelight · 1 year ago

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Nihilus Rex 8: Opener

Finally getting into the technical side of things, and I will attest: @baelpenrose and I decided that the next several chapters are probably the only time the really technical stuff happens on screen.

It was all, undoubtedly, an absolutely nightmare to get right, simply because I am a subject matter expert in one of the areas, he is in the other, and... yeah. It got complicated very quickly. But hopefully that pays off!

Say you have a little faith in me

Just close your eyes and let me lead

Follow me home

Need to have a little trust in me

Just close your eyes and let me lead

Follow me home

To where the lonely ones roam

Digital Daggers, “Where the Lonely Ones Roam”

For the next handful of days, I heard from Nils sporadically. The first couple of days consisted of just being updated that he was still alive, promises that he was eating something other than drugs and coffee, and one celebratory announcement that he had showered without drowning - which, admittedly, was kind of gross since that was around day three, but I didn’t have to smell it, so I left it alone.

It was around the fifth day that he sent me an address. Not the hacker cafe, and nowhere in my neighborhood. I was warned to bring my own coffee under threat of instant and strongly suggested to bring a change of clothes. Part of me started to type back a quip about the kind of girl he thought I was, before sense won over and I deleted it.

“Not for anything weird - well, not for anything that isn’t our kind of weird, anyway. This is gonna take a while.”

Totally reassuring, I thought as I started throwing stuff into my bum-around bag. Toothbrush, water bottle, battery bank for my phone… after a bit of consideration I tossed in extra socks, because there were few things I hated worse than wet socks. Laptop and all its gear went into my backpack, and I headed to the front door. Mama and Baba weren’t home from work, so I left a note taped to the fridge and one on my bedroom door just in case. Heading out to a friend’s for a school project. Probably going to be there overnight, took clothes just in case. I’ll have my phone. Love.

A bus, a subway trip, and a hour and a half later, I was walking to the address Nils had sent, suppressing the urge to look around suspiciously. The address was in an area I generally avoided on foot, and if something brought me here I took a taxi - even if I was only going a couple blocks. I muttered prayers to any deity listening as I arrived at the location, a tall building covered in graffiti, with what windows were still intact covered in makeshift grates or bars.

Nils was standing right outside, looking around for me, and spotted me as I approached, waving me over. He had slight circles under his eyes, and a slight five o’clock shadow, but he was intent, grinning slightly. “Lash, good to see you!”

“Yeah, good to see you’re alive and I haven’t been getting messages from your ghost,” I joked drily before glancing around. “Although, I’m still not convinced I haven’t somehow taken a bus to some underworld. You do know my kidneys aren’t worth as much as you think, right? AB neg blood, terrible for donation.”

“I assure you you are more likely to be solicited for drug purchases or asked if you’ve considered sex work than you are to be black bagged and have your organs sold here. I say this having had both happen to me within a week of moving.” His voice was annoyingly casual. “I do apologize for the walk though. Come in, I made tea.”

My eyes widened. “Wait. ‘Moved’. You mean you live here?”

“I mean, we’re not doing the thing where I live. We are talking where I live. We’re doing the thing at this old mall that still has power where I set up a router in the crawlspace a while ago. But I figured we’d talk here first? But yeah, I live here.”

“Doing this thing at an old mall, cool, cool…” I responded, laughing in something like relief. “But you want to talk where you live. Which is here.” I waved a hand at the half blown-out street lights and nearby sewer grate before waggling it at the graffiti and boarded up windows. “You live here. Voluntarily.”

“My apartment has snacks. And coffee. And tea. If I leave those things in the shitty ‘Doing super illegal L33t Hacker Shit’ den I set up in an abandoned mall, my not-home evil lair gets overrun by vermin. So yeah, talk here. Probably come back here for like. Netflix or some shit to celebrate.” He paused for a beat. “Also, yes. I live here. Away from the really rich friends of my parents who would potentially see me and tell my family what shit I’m up to and what kind of trouble I’m getting into, then I hear about how much I’m screwing up our reputation, how could I be so ungrateful, blah, blah blah, it’s easier to stay as far away as possible from any of their friends. Besides,” he said, slowly. “This is a lot more real than anything I saw when I was a kid.” It felt like there was more he could say, but wasn’t going to - a refreshing change from how he’d been the last several days.

“Your family, your cow, etc,” I muttered, looking around again and resisting the urge to wipe my hands off against my pants. “Still, I feel like I need to introduce you to our lord and savior ‘Any Deity Who Will Convince You Self-Flagellation is Not Penance’ or something.” Before he could respond, I waved my hands in a shooing gesture. “Come on, let’s go inside and you can introduce me to your six-legged roommates.”

Ushering me forward with a comically formal sweep, Nils buzzed me into his building - I was honestly shocked it was needed, but it calmed me somewhat. We made our way up a couple flights of grungy-looking stairs, and I instantly felt guiltier the further we went: for all that the stairwell looked filthy, it was extremely well lit, bleach-scented, and not a single stair creaked thanks to what looked like various ages of patches.

The city may not care, but the residents certainly seemed to.

On the third floor, we exited the stairwell and made our way to a very nondescript door. All three deadbolts and the hinges moved without a sound, and Nils stood to block my entrance, drawing himself to his full height, chin up.

“Lash, O caller of bullshit, expert at puncturing egos, enter the portal to the domain of the greatest hacker and dumbest bitch of the age, and see if you can find a roach in sight, for nothing enters here without my permission. I am Nils Andover, lord of this tiny apartment and a terror of cyberspace. Enter, and enjoy my hospitality.” He spoke with a ridiculous faux-accent to top it off, which wasn’t quite British but might have been his attempt at doing a Victorian Crackhead.

No amount of self control could keep me from giggling and cursing myself for doing so. I stepped through the door, surprised by how clean and pristine it was on the inside. Still, I reminded myself that I brought spare socks as I toed my shoes off and set them beside the door before taking another step. “Masala chai?” I asked, sniffing carefully.

“You said become your Uncle’s best customer.”

“Tch,” I clucked. “I did.” Suddenly, I realized what he said. “Wait,” I gasped, “you think Mr. Yildiz is my uncle??” I covered my mouth to hide a smirk.

Nils paused with embarrassment. “Maybe. You don’t seem the type to call people uncle unless they’re related by blood, marriage, or adoption, so…”

I managed to sit on the arm of the couch before gasping for air. “Nils… Oh my… hooo culture difference, okay…” With a more controlled breath, I composed myself. Poor guy looked something like a wet cat in his confusion. “Lots of cultures use the term Uncle or Auntie as a term of respect. Something…less formal than Sir or Ma’am is the closest I can explain. So, he’s not my Uncle, he’s just Uncle. Every young person’s. Baba and Mama call him Brother, blah blah blah.”

The look of shocked embarrassment was replaced with complete comprehension. “Ah. Gotcha. That makes perfect sense. Sorry about that.” He blinked and absorbed that for a moment, setting a steaming cup of tea in front of me.

“Now, I’ve been reflecting on what you said, managed to look at what I’d have to do to get the liens out on homes, vehicles, and businesses. Will say this - there’s a little layer of complication for how they hold onto liens for state compliance. We can release most to the holders outright, but some of them its going to be required for us to release them to both the holders and to their city or county halls at the same time for archiving. That is, just barely, on this side of being possible.”

He took a breath and waffled his hand as he took a sip from the tea. “The trick is that we have to have all the malware and spyware to do it ready to roll well in advance of the attack, and we have to be able to shoot it all in, operating, and releasing all liens simultaneous to the attack itself, to be able to use the attack as a smokescreen for what’s happening. If we do it before the attack, the bank can use physical records to re-upload the destroyed digital ones, and if we do it after, we’re going to cost a lot of innocent people their cars, homes, businesses.”

I was more shocked than I should have been that he thought it through to such a degree. Yes, I had practically screamed this at him less than a week ago. No, I was not used to people actually listening to a word I said. It was kind of flatt - no.

Sounding somewhere between exhausted and frustrated, he added. “There’s…probably a lot of reasons this hasn’t been tried, to be honest. Did I mention that even if this goes right we need to be able to punch in, get the worms loaded, and then databomb the shit out of everything within a few minutes?”

“Oh, joy…” I responded with what I hoped was very clearly fake enthusiasm before draining my tea and grabbing my bum-bag to dig through it. Without looking up, I admitted my shortcomings. “I don’t think you and I can make that happen in… what, twenty-five, thirty minutes?”

“Twenty.”

“Even better,” I grunted as I grabbed my thermos. Unscrewing it, I refilled my cup with high octane ambrosia before offering it to Nils. “No matter how good you are, I don’t think the two of us are going to make that happen in twenty minutes.”

Nils took the coffee and sipped, smiling slightly. “Yeah. There’s someone in my network who may have an in, if only because he’s worked on and off at vendor sites in a lot of banks, but I’m not sure how down he’d be with the overall plan. He’s really good, but he tends to avoid extremely high-risk stuff. Rather keep the “racist hicks as pawns” bit out of it, when we talk to him. And if there’s anyone in your network who might be able to join, I’m open to suggestions. The QAnon cannon fodder stays between us.”

I thought it over. “There is… well, I’ll admit. He’s older, one of those ‘I wrote the internet’ types, so the social con part probably won’t go over well, but thankfully he likes knowing as little as possible outside of what he needs to do. I’ll reach out to him, worst case, we have double the help.”

“Let’s see whose guy answers first?” Nils said, not really asking and already picking up his phone.

I had the good grace to take a deep inhale of caffeinated goodness before savoring the flavor. Then I grabbed my phone and messaged Bishop. Nils’ got a response before I had even typed the message, but I chalked that up to my habit of messaging Bishop more details than most, knowing he wouldn’t go to the police if he turned down the job. The man had a whole ass hydroponic set up in his basement, and I’d seen it - he wasn’t going to the cops on me unless I killed someone.

“Lash, is there some reason you and Nothing are messaging me on the same day, at the same time, about what I’m pretty sure is the same job?”

I didn’t move my head, but looked through my eyelashes at Nils, who wasn’t showing any signs of being called out. Carefully, I texted back. “I didn’t know you were acquainted. Now I’m intrigued. U n or not?”

“I didn’t know you two were acquainted. And I’m in mostly to see what that’s going to look like, Baklava.”

“Did you already tell Nothing?”

“Yeah, I told Creampuff I needed to see this. I’ll be there in ten. Try not to blow anything up between the two of you before I get there. And if you brought coffee, save me 2.”

I smirked and slowly screwed the cap on my thermos. “My guy will be here soon. He’s pretty excited.”

“Mine’s on his way, should be here in ten.” Nils paused. “He seemed more concerned.”

Don’t laugh, don’t laugh, I reminded myself. “I have dirt on my guy, so I’ll admit I gave him more info up front than I do most.” Seven more minutes…

“Yeah, makes sense. So, in the meantime, uh. If I were to order pizza, anything you’d want on it? It’s uh. Gonna be a long day and we’re gonna want something to eat.”

“Small with anchovies,” I said automatically. “I’ll eat it in the hall, don’t worry about the smell.”

“Absolutely the fuck you will not - you’re a guest. I’ll handle the smell if it’s a problem.” Nils was smiling, faintly again, as he pulled up the Mountain Mike menu.

“I am going to guess you’ve never been in the vicinity of an anchovy pizza, so when you change your mind, let me know.” I was used to it… as much as I loved the opportunity to have one, I was well aware of how long the smell clung to anything in the room for days at a time.

“I have not, it is the principle of the thing.” He moved, clearly feeling awkward. “We don’t have much to do but kill time until he gets here, so like. What do you do for fun?”

“First, if it’s not too late: order extra lemon wedges with whatever you can,” I added. Least I could do. “Second… I watch a lot of anime, doodle, and sit on a bridge scaring people into thinking I’m a jumper. There really isn’t anything else, unless you consider a semi-unhealthy relationship with music.”

“Requesting a few lemon wedges. I also watch a lot of anime, listen to a ton of music, sometimes a bit of gaming. Not a lot of fun in person, to be honest. Used to have a friend I’d hang out with, but you met me the day of that funeral, so, yeah, I’m fairly boring now.” He leaned back on the couch and offered me the spot further away from him, presumably to make me more comfortable. “How’d you get into voice acting?”

“Deliberately,” I surrendered, looking mournfully at my thermos and wishing I had brought a larger one. “It took a ton of effort and practice, and a lot of voicing my own animations - “ I was cut off by the buzzing of someone requesting entrance. Bishop? Or Nils’ person? It wasn’t nearly long enough to be the actual food.

Nils buzzed the person in, and within a few minutes, there was a knock at the door. Nils opened it and grinned. “Harvey, been a while. You’ve been quiet. It’s good to see you again man.”

Bishop was standing there, glowering between the two of us. “So. One more time. Why the fuck are you two hanging out, and what are you contacting me for?”

#writers on tumblr #nihilus rex #Afterverse prequel #traumatized characters #cyberpunk #dystopia #modern dystopia #original fiction #original science fiction #the miys #arcadian inquisition #writeblr

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melissa-s23 · 10 months ago

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Hi I’m real now 🙂

ok damn new chapter popped off

I’m curious how you’ll end up wrapping this up because I still think wilbur got away pretty scot-free , I want some cosmic repercussions!!!!😭 get this bitch in trouble !!!

I’m really excited about your original project in the works :-) if this is going to be frame by frame I’m rooting for you it’s a hard medium 😭 not familiar with any features clip studio paint supports when it comes to animation or editing but I’m sure it’ll come together nicely ! Interested in the concept cant wait to see more of the cast and characters !

Also this was such a great way to soft launch YOUR content on YouTube :-)

Excited for l o r e, please feel free to gush about these characters I am very intrigued!!

How have you been? Hope this month has been treating you well and you’re not overwhelmed. Sending good vibes always✨

This is my account now🧍‍♀️again do with the information what you will

-ghost anon, (now st0len-lullaby I guess because Taylor Swift😒/derogatory)

GHOST ANON!!! IN THE FLESH??? WHAT A TWIST!

Glad to know you like the new chapter! :D The next is well on its way, but I got sick with the biggest headache rn so I can't do much hahah

Thanks! :D TERRA is a project I'm REALLY excited about! It's gonna take SO LONG but hey, I believe it'll be worth it! and you believe once it's out in the wild, I'll be GUSHING ABOUT IT for so long :'D

YEAAHH, Hopefully people will be interested!

This month has been rather rough to be honest, mostly me catching flu and it giving me the worst headache of my life, but other than that, factually, everything's rolling rather nicely!

Welcome to the mortal realm, Lullaby. I hope you enjoy your stay :)

#ask and answers #ghost anon #st0len lullaby #TERRA

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lajulie24 · 10 months ago

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For the fic writer questions, 38 or 49?

Ty!

38. Did any of your fics get surprisingly popular (whatever that means to you)? Which ones? Why do you think they were so successful?

A few earlier ones that seemed to get pretty popular included:

Corellian Lilies - I think this is probably because some people really love themselves a Bespin baby AU, and that’s what this one is. It’s the first fic I posted on AO3 and it still gets new readers from time to time.

Epic Love - I don’t know if I was surprised that this got popular so much as pleased. I think the appeal here was more a different version of how things went down in the TFA-era universe, and fixing the things that so many of us didn’t like about how Han and Leia (and Luke!) were treated by the Disney canon narrative. With bonus Jaina Solo!

Sampler - This one I didn’t expect to get so popular, but it features Leia doing some subversive cross stitch and ended up in a collection of fics where Crafts in SPACE! are featured, so I think that attracted some folks who might not have otherwise read it.

Our stained glass means nothing without light - I was REALLY surprised when this one jumped up to become my second-most-kudosed fic ever. I think we can credit the Obi-Wan Kenobi show both for this fic happening at all (Leia meeting up with Obi-Wan’s Force Ghost shortly after the Battle of Endor) and for people responding so strongly to it. They love Leia, they love Obi-Wan, I totally get it.

One Half Won’t Do - When I started this one, I was at first worried that it was too similar to some of my previous pre-ESB era fics, but people LOVE themselves a bunch of tropes, particularly a “Han and Leia pretend to be married except they are having real feelings for each other” trope, so this one took off. And I thought it was going to be a one-off, but folks have followed me though several chapters, which was also a pleasant surprise.

A Girl in Trouble (Is a Temporary Thing) - Another fic that was supposed to be a one-off and grew lots of chapters and feelings along the way. I was pretty surprised about this one being so popular, too. It’s crack taken seriously (and it’s pretty wild crack, too…I was not expecting things to end up where we are). Another one where my readers have been very very patient (and I promise there will be more soon, and hopefully the wait will have been worth it). I’m not exactly sure how to explain the popularity except that 1) some people really love pregnancy fics and 2) I guess enough people trusted me to look past the extreme crackiness (ed: CRACK-iness, not crankiness) of the premise, and maybe folks were interested in something different?

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

Working on a few different things — I think I recently shared things from the next chapter of One Half Won’t Do and A Girl in Trouble on my WIP asks, but I also recently started the very beginnings of another fic continuing the series of moments that started with See if you can work me the way you say and Another time, so I’ll share a bit of that.

“You don’t know everything about women.”

Han laughed softly. “Anyone thinks they know about ‘women’ doesn’t know shit.” His thumb resumed its gentle caress. “I know you, Leia.”

The way her name came out of his mouth was gentle, yet almost obscene.

“You like to be out of control, but you decide when.” His thumb was making wide circles on her palm. “How.” His lips curled up in a grin. “Who.”

“Whom,” she corrected, her eyes maintaining their gaze. His fingers paused.

“Whom,” he agreed. “Can’t say I’m complaining about that.”

His fingers resumed.

Thank you kindly for the ask!

Fanfic writer asks!

#ask lajulie #fanfic writer asks #fanfiction #surprisingly popular fics #corellian lilies #epic love #sampler #our stained glass means nothing without light #One Half Won’t Do #A Girl in Trouble (Is a Temporary Thing)#Xmas-pterodactyl #thank you for the ask!

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windalchemist001 · 1 year ago

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electric twilight

I sighed deeply as I woke up, I knew that I should be more excited, but honestly today felt like there was a weight on me, maybe because of all the stuff I had to do?

Soghing at the thought I got up after all Crowley wanted me to do some stuff for him, and hopefully that jerkwad would actually keep his promise and give me some extra spending money for tonight. Taking a moment to pop my joints I stood up and moved about to change into some clothes that I had manged to scrap money together so I wouldn't be stuck wearing just the uniform or trying to piece together clothes from the outfits I've been given for different celebrations we've had.

I yawn left my mouth and I rub at my face as I hoped to get rid of the sleep that seemed to want to pull me back to its grip. But nope work. And thankfully I had help with said work as I moved over to my lovely feline and picked him up. Though it was clear he wasn't to happy. Not that I cared we are both going.

"Come on grim, we need to earn money to go to the light's festival tonight." I set grim down since he was now awake and complaining about being awake so early which I than rolled my eyes and mention I'll make food which seemed to make him happy.

Honestly how is it that food always makes him happy, I don't know but at least it made my life somewhat easier to deal with him.

I hummed as I moved to get out of my room and waving to the ghost who were sort of my roommates. It was so odd I've slowly gotten use to all this. And yet I sort of had to though I wish I didn't but it is how it is, at least ill have a lot of fun so I can't wait, oh and if I'm lucky both of my crushes will actually make an appearance since both said they were going so being able to interact with them always made my day.

A weak hearted fool i am, but damn it, I need something to keep me sane in this crazy place. And its not wrong for me to have feelings. Though my heart ached knowing that the feelings were sadly one sided. And I couldn't help but sigh knowing that.

But pushing that thought to the side I washed my hands and than begin working on breakfast, amy mind already thinking about how after eatting I would have to deal with the headmaster dumb ass and than I need to meet the guys to take the bus lead to town. It was a lot but it would be worth it hanging with friends after all. And with that I smiled deeply thinking about how fun the night festival was be

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Several hours later had me hummubg as I shifted my bag. After all the bs and struggles we arrived in town, honestly im super excited we some how manged to get here since Crowley had me (and grim to a lesser extent) that i had almost missed the last bus heading to town.

Though I had told the guys to leave ahead of me. Only ace and deuce stay behind the others left. But ill be honestly i was rather greatful they hadn't left me behind because i hate being alone despite me always asking for it. I am rather cat like in my personality.

I was also glad that my three dummies were not to upset with me, maybe because they felt it was Crowley's fault (which it was, because fuck him) i took a deep a breath to calm my nerves since no need to be ticked when I'm off to go do something fun righr?

Though I must admit I did find myself a bit nervous since unlike the other few times I went into town with professor crewel or professor train. I was going to have to be the adult in the group given my dummies did always find themselves getting in trouble and i sometimes wonder if they were all toddlers rather than freshman in collage. Again I signed deeply hoping for the best.

But with that sighed it seemed my vision came to focus and I begin actually seeing everything out the window rather than be blared out do to me zoning out and faded into my own world. And I must admit this experience was much more different than looking out the car window because I didn't have to keep grim controlled (well not as strictly any way) on my lap rather grim had his own seat and was currently getting in another verbally disagreement with ace. About what I wasn't fully sure but I tune it out since it didn't seem to important for now.

No rather i spend my time looking out the window hoping to remeber the way everything looked to try and draw it, if I can even begin to try to give it justice (which I'm sure I can't but I want to at least try) but I also decided to take a picture since at least I would have a lesser copy to use as reference.

But of course taking a picture seemed to draw deuces attention who wasn't fully un the fight and with his questioning grim and ace seemed to turn to me.

I rolled my eyes and explained i was taking a photograph of the city and the setting sun. After all the way everything looked could be the perfect background for a movie or comic. And i didn't mention it but I could use it in my not so rewrites of my/borrowed stories (hey! It's not like copy infringement can get me in another world) and its not all borrowed works since some were my own stuff too.

I made a mental note to continue some of my work since i need to put out a few chapters, but didn't think to much on it as ace than begin talking about what he planned on doing again, which I softly tuned it out so I could still respond to, but honestly I wasn't interested in having to watch ace hit on girls, if I was a guy, maybe, but I wasn't into it, and I wonder if it was a good thing or a bad thing that ace was cool with saying it infront of me, though wish they felt like this, before and maybe we could have avoided the whole azul incident..... maybe.... probably not.

I sighed again, and it seemed deuce my second fave (favorite if only humans) dummy decided to speak at least seeming to be aware that I wouldn't be into trying to hit on random people.

Which I agreed to and even voiced that I would rather wait with a first aid kit from the side lines. Hinting that I was sure someone would end up slapping ace in the face. Actually, I could picture ace as Johnny brovo and him going flying. Honestly it made me chuckle at the thought and admit to nothing when questioned about the laugh.

Thankfully deuce had said something to annoy ace and thus the two begin fighting and I decided it might be wise to break into the snacks I bought to shut them both up. Again I couldn't help think of them like toddlers. I again hoped the bus ride would be quick

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Sure the bus ride wasn't that long when trying to be peace keeper it felt so much longer. But once done the guys quickly darted over to the ticket booth while I followed behind them, not just because of my lack of height, but also because I always did prefer to be in the back hidden away and not dealing with to much bull.

Ace was going a mile a minute trying to seem to get the guy to drop the price a few thaumarks so we can get ride all the ride wristband. And while that was nice and all but I sort of didn't want to ride all the rides since I didn't know if I felt safe riding a pop up roller coaster and given that last pop up ride, I rode I almost fell out of (me being a small child be damn)

So me avoiding things that go up high would be nice. But I did want to do that gravity ride which would be cool. I hummed as it seemed ace manged to get the wrist bands for us and i thanked him. Sure ace can be a tad annoying but he was still a good friend (though a bit of an ass hole, but in a good way)

Taking the bands for me and grim I moved to put it in his ribbon collar knowing he wouldn't be able to keep it on unless I put it on his tail but it would be easier to lose it there once done I put my own on. And moved to give him what I owed for them which I had mange to catch being thirty percent off, which wasn't a lot but it still also helps.

So once money exchange hands I waited for the guy to lead the way and rolled my eyes when ace tried to get deuce to pay him full price due to some bs fee.

Honestly these two idiots. So again I cut in and mention we should try to do a lot of stuff before the parade and fireworks begin, which seemed to get them in gear. I also wonder if we would find the others. Which also made me wonder if I would see the two guys I really wanted to see. Even if this love or perhaps crush was all one-sided just being near them made me happy.

Even if it was stupid and foolish, sighing wistfully I found myself trailing behind ace and deuce and ended up seeing and pointing out a water gun game and moved over to see the prizes. Looking about i trying to decide what I would want i soon found and adorable rabbit stuff animal and I turn to tell the guys only to see they were gone.

I couldn't help but frown and pushed down the panic that begin to fill me. Was it because I got abandoned, or was it because those three always got into trouble when left alone, maybe a bit of both. Quickly moving away from the booth and did my best to weave between people hoping to find a hint to one of the three. heck ill make due with anyone I know, since either they can help me find those three or at least make me feel safe.

I called out for my friends hoping they would answer me, seems now I've become the toddler lost in the crowed, it unsettled me how they could invite me and than abandoned me, like some sort of cruel prank, perhaps that was where the panic was coming from? Knowing and conformation that im unwanted?

Like some cruel reality check that I've forgotten as if me diluting myself into belive I had friends was only but a fools earns and I like always am nothing more than a tool to be used for nothing more than a punching bag.

Breathing was slowly becoming to much as the dark thoughts began making its way to the surface choking me, as I continued looking about. The bright lights of festival seeming to be some cruel reminder of what I can't feel like.

It also highlighted the joy and happiness of others far different from my own state of mind. I called out for the guys once more I could hear the slight cracks in my tone as a mix of fear and panic seems to slightly bleed into it.

Surely if I didn't calm myself I would send myself into a panic attack. But the sound of my name being called seemed to snap me out of my mid panic and had me jump at the suddenness of it.

Turning to see who called, shame suddenly replaced the feeling of fear, after all a familiar group and sort of unlikely group were walked up to me. And while one was the most important of the group two were the ones I didn't like for a couple of reason.

"Are you ok? You seem to be slightly panicked." The voice that was filled with concern, while normally was made me feel comfortable, as if i didn't have to worry about the bs that im normally surrounded with. But at the moment was filled with a mix of emotions. After all how was one meant to feel with your crush seeing you doing something shameful? But than again he seems to actually be very worried about me, which belive but made me feel at least liked even if he only saw me platonic

And while I wasn't really fine I didn't want to seem needy and thus lied that I was fine . Though I decided to mention that I misplaced the trouble trio.

Seeming simpathic trey informed me he hadn't seen the for a while and I quickly apologized to him saying it wasn't his fault. And honestly it wasn't. Rather it was mine for getting distracted like a small child. But than again I was the type if child who got lost at Walmart and even as I got older I still did only difference was that I was old enough to run around looking my family or when I got a phone called for locations.

At this point I seemed to be reminded of Carter the first guy I didn't like, he one for how fake he was. And sure I didn't have proof Carter wasn't actually faking his personality, but as far as I knew it just felt phonie. And run me the wrong way.

The second reason being that somehow the jerk realized. My crush/one sided love for trey, which the jerk kept being up, even if subtly. Like for example at the very moment suggesting trey give me the stuff animal that I had been eyeing in his arms when I hadn't been looking at him.

And the second person I hated for three reasons rather than just two like Carter. For one the guy was unsettling, to the point I wanted to run, two for the dance comption (I still want to rain his neck for that bull shit) and third because he somehow figured out my crush/one sided love for both Trey and Horton!

How i got screwed with that I don't know but either way the jerk seemed to also enjoy mocking me like Carter and say and do shit I don't need him doing. Like example right now he seemed to think it was ok to work with Carter.

The urge to kill them seemed to fill me but I didn't want to do that infront of trey. And I apologize for them being stupid and that he didn't have to follow along with the other third years probing since I didn't want to bother or inconvenience him.

"No it fine, i think it might be better to give it to you" Trey moved to hold out the stuff animal to me. The very stuff animal looked like the one that looked like the one at the water gun booth.

I looked from the rabbit back to trey and than the rabbit again before reaching out to take the stuff animal my hands brushing against trey's and I felt my face heat up at the simple touched. I sort of wonder if I was crazy or if he felt anything but given the fact he doesn't say anything made me belive its just me like always.

I looked away from him unable to keep gazing into his face and moved some hair behind my face as I moved a few stray hairs behind my ear. As I thanked trey for the gift and found myself holding the rabbit to my chest.

Though after a moment I recalled something and looked back at trey. Informing him that I've tweaked the recipe of the apple roses I've enjoyed making, and like always wanted his thoughts. It was something I've been trying to make and make perfect all on my own, but that doesn't mean I can't ask for thoughts.

"I will see you Sunday than." Trey smiled with such kind eyes.

Honestly it made me want fangirl. How could trey be so kind and handsome?! Like ah! But its not like I can say all that and I simply nodded, the fact he recalls i always want to show him on Sunday was super nice too. He is such a good guy.

He made me happy if only my feelings were mutual, but ill settle for just being allowed near him, since I rather enjoy our time together rather than ruin it by make it awkward and than end up being avoided.

Though it seems cater and rook decided to speak and ruin this good mood of mine, and I could feel the twitch of my face with their annoying comments. But at least they also mention they just saw the trio and looking behind me I manged to catch a glimpse of them.

Cursing under my breath I turn back to trey and told him I better catch up and moved to run off though I did pause to wave at trey and tell him bye the rabbit being shifted to under my arm and off I went to try and catch up with my trouble makers.

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Having caught up with the guys it seemed the rest of our first year group just meet up. And it seemed the other were pretty happy. Even sebek who normally was a bit much. A lot like my dad honestly. I felt a ping in my chest. As I mildly wonder if my family even missed me, but I pushed the feelings back down were they belong.

Rather I focus on how sebek had glowing horns and was currently gloating about how they were meant to look like his master. I also noticed the glowing spots on his face that looked like scales and its not like he was the only one with glow and dark paint it seemed since both epel and jack (surprisingly) also had some.

Jack reminding me something out of inuyasha or basically any humanoid demon form anime. Kind of made me wish he was wearing a costume, but I wasn't going to say that, mostly because how does one convince someone to do so? ... well maybe Leona and ruggie could get jack to do so, but I don't want to deal with those two since it would be like moving though landmines.

Epel on the other hand was wearing something that was rather cringe. And i looked back to where I had been before, mildly wondering if rook would rat him out to vil. If so, I should probably prey for him, cause I don't know if he'll live.

Though given the fact he was as lit up like a Christmas tree, I'm not sure my prayer would be answered and made a note to get the heck out of dodge, if and when vil comes stomping about. Cause I refused to be bought into a lecture i have no part in. Being shorter than everyone one (not including ortho) had its advantages.

I was quickly bought out of my musing when grim called for me and I turn to him wondering what was up. Which gave the feline the chance to complain that he wanted food but I wasn't around to buy him food. I apologized and mention I'll buy him something right now only to glance up and see the guys taking off again and I looked to grim who darted off telling them not to leave us.

Honestly I was glad he said something as I moved to catch up this time not losing them and asked what should we get to eat since grim wanted to try something.

The guys begin discussing food options and I manged to give my own thoughts, but like always felt like I was butting into a private conversation rather than be part of it, but still I wanted to be included, with my friends.

After a bit we all made our way to an area that had a lot of food options and I admit I sort of wanted to see what they might have.

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After having everyone eat their fill, in which sebek ate so much, I wasn't fully sure where he put it. and sure I could eat quiet a bit, but even I had limits (also shame) and thus only ate what I thought was perfectly fine, but shit man how did these guys stay so fit with their eating habits? But than again, I think I'm the only introvert in the group, who would rather stay inside while these guys did have hobbies that involved running about.

Perhaps that's why I tend to always feel like an on looker rather than part of the group. Well that and the no magic. Being a girl, and of course being from a whole diffrent world might do that to you.

None the less I followed along quietly as everyone seemed to be in high spirts talking about all sort of things. Grim was currently eatting cotton candy (his on the go snack) as there was playful shoves between the guys. I would try and comment here and there, but the twisted of feeling like a third wheel just kept bothering me, even though I really wish it wouldn't.

It soon got to the point I had decided to go quiet for a while now. and despite that it seemed the guys didn't notice.so rather than focus on the loneness, i felt it better to looked around. All the while Hoping to see a familiar figure in the masses since despite my small stature the other tend to be easy to spot.

Sadly that didn't seem to be the case. And I wonder if maybe I had been hoping for to much, after all imsure he had more important things thab come here and than say hi. Feeling disappointed I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to keep the tears away.

Honestly I hated how weak I felt over stupid things like this. And I couldn't help but find myself to be a little greatful for the stuff animal that had only been given to me maybe an hour or so ago. Since I was able to bury my face into it to help with my emotions, if only for a bit.

Though once i pushed down my emotions for the uptiniing time I took a moment carefully listing for a pause in conversation before speaking. Asking jack if he could do me the favor of watching grim since out of everyone in this group he was the only one I could trust to keep an eye on the feline.

But before Jack could respond to me, ace spoke up. He seemed offended at the remarks of not being able to watch grim. Which is ironic, since he normally complains when I ask him to watch grim when I have to leave for a small moment.

None the less I looked to ace rather unamused with him. he was in fact acting like a small child. And decided to remind ace of the events that happened just the day before (the reason riddle had ended up collaring him in the first place)

Ace though seemed to be offended, but I could tell not really. (Or so I hoped) After all I had just left the alchemy room to run a quick eran for professor crewel, only to return to my three idiots with neon color hair/fur because ace decided not to behave and egged both duace and grim to fucking up their potions, but he also got hit with the cross fire. And of course the three of them getting chewed out.

And if not for me (reluctantly so begging) grim and deuce would still have neon hair. But I can't wait for the pay back to kick in because ace is getting that collar back on once today is over and I'm so not letting him stay with me for a few days.

None the less, I looked away from the pain in the ass that is ace. And looked back to Jack. To slightly begging for the most trust worthy of this make shift group to watch grim whole im away.

Jack who seemed torn for a while, sighed deeply. Once it seemed he manged to decide what he wanted to do he nodded which I have to admit had me sort of realif since it meant I didn't have to drag grim away from all the fun of the festival.

So with that I thanked jack, since it would be rude not to do so, and took a moment to reached into my bag and pulled out some thaumarks. Holding them put to jack i explained that this would be for grim should he want something while I wasn't with them.

I also rolled my eyes as epel, and ace seemed to be acting like idiots and fake asking for money acting like they were some mere beggars, I just wonder why I delt with these idoits.

None the less I looked to grim wanting him to understand that whst I was going to ask him i really meant it.so once I had his attention i asked grim to behave while i was gone. After all I really didn't want to clean up his mess.

Once I was sure he at least understood I looked to the rest of our make shift group, I than wave to to them, before turning to walk away from them. I could hear them make some comments behind my back but ingore it, since it was best to not acknowledge it and just slipped away.

walking, everything was so loud and busy reminding me being at a con, with so many people moving about getting and buying things. But unlike at a con where I felt at ease since the people were like me, people who wish to indulge in a hobby that makes them happy despite the world's judgment. So much so I could blend into the crowed with out feeling like I stick out or in being judged.

Sadly Here I was around a bunch of Stanger with out the aid of music to help tune out the world, which only made me feel more uneasy, by the moment. Which was why I was trying to get away from everything. Since I knew I was getting overwhelmed and I needed my escape. Not that being near the guys was a bad thing, but we shared no true wave length, thus I got no comfort from them, at least not in a way I needed it.

So with some walking passing booths for foods and games I manged to find what looked like a way out from the crowed of people and slip between couple of booths. one seeming to be selling fry food that smelt really good and the other booth that had stuff animals pin to the wall for prizes. They even seemed to have one that looked like mine's partner.

I made a mental note to check onwhat the game was later, because I didn't really see it. Though because of the food and the toys I was sure I would be able to remember enough when I trying to retrace my steps back to the guys (or so I hope anyway)

I sighed deeply and kept walking taking a moment to glance behind me to try to get rid of the uneasiness I was feeling even roll my shoulders and neck hoping to get rid of the tightness hoping that would make me relax. but even than I dont think it fully worked as I walked and walked till I found myself at the top of a tall hill. Or rather more a say I ended up walking up a slope that over looked the grounds (at least it wasn't stairs since I'm and i quote healthier end quote, but not by much)

Pushing away those thoughts i re focused on the area around me, noted that slope seemed to plato to a field of white that seemed to shimmer in the moon light. the unnatural light from below didn't seem to effect it much, or maybe it did I can't be fully sure.

But looking up the sky it self seemed to be effect by it as if the stars were taken from it even the color of the sky wasn't its true color. for it was effected by the light pollution thanks to being so close to the festival and the town. But back at ramshackle the stars shine and seemed to be more clearer. And a part of me longed to gone back home.

Though the thought of ramshackle as home made my heart ache. For the stars and this place were not truly my home, all of it was foren lands; the stars were not the ones I grew up under, nor was the soil I stood upon was not the ones I learn to walk upon. Everything was not anything I knew and yet I have come to slowly plant roots.

Closing my eyes I took another deep breath and let go of a heavy sigh. The weight that rested on me felt almost suffocating. But all I could do was keep moving forward. After all my roots might be stretching but they can still be easily killed. Sighing once again I bent down and plucked a dandelion and took a moment to roll it between my thumb and index.

I watched it spin for a bit my mind filled with thoughts before I closed my eyes once more. For despite my fragment memories and this foren world, I was still me. And thus my beliefs and habits are still in tacked. So needing something stronger than a wish and hope (not to say I didn't do both)

I prayed for the safety of my family and that they don't stress to much about my absence. I than took a deep breath and blew on the flower. And hoped, prayed that it would reach them.

I than moved to pluck another dandelion though thus time i turn towards the lights which honestly made me want to take a picture. For in its own way, the festival was lovely yet it was a reminder that i was in forein lands.

I found myself humming and wonder if the guys were behaving, I honestly felt like I was taking care a bunch of small children. Or maybe that was a guy thing? But than I again I've had guy friends before. Though once that thought crossed my mind I frowned.

I tried to think more on that fact, yet like it usually happens, when ever I try to recall certain things my head would ache, as if something was locking away things from my world. And no mater how much I tried to recall information it wouldn't allow me to remember it and would only stop once I stop trying recall. Unfortunately it was sort of normal here in this new world, but I had no real way to get around it, well besides stop thinking about what I was trying to recall.

Sighing to push away those thoughts and go back to what i had originally been thinking about, I made a wish that they guys would behave and not do anything stupid, that I would have to try and fix. But if they must to at least give me a week of peace. And than I blew on the second flower.

Sadly I couldn't get off all the seeds which i wonder if that meant i wouldn't get that sane peaceful moment which may have been to much to ask for anyway given the fact i know my idoits. But still i have to ask for it. So I decided to just look at the lights for a bit.

Though after a while of watching said light twinkle before me. I sighed softly again for the uptin time. Recalling a promise that seemed to not have been answered, and i begin to wonder if I was foolish for getting my hopes up. Tears pooling at the conor of my eyes. closing them to try and push back the tears, they seemed to fall instead. Shifting the rabbit in my arms I used it to quickly wipe them away using its head.

I than grab another flower as I kept looking at the lights. For a while I watched out to a view that looked perfect for a painting or story setting. So shifting the rabbit back under my arm i than used my left hand to hold the flower while my right to get my phone to take a picture, which didn't seem to do it justice but will hopefully be enough for me later, when I was being creative.

I than return the phone in my pocket and than took the flower back to my dominant hand and looked to the flower again. Closing my eyes rather than give my wish and prey silently I spoke this next one out loud. Hoping that by speaking it out loud that this dream/wish/hope and prayer would be heard. for it was the thing I long for the most, despite its selfishness. I beg to find the happiness I've spent so long wishing for.

For the other half of me, who would see me and despite every cracks and flaw I carry on all sides, that they would find me good enough to want me beside them. My voice craking as I pleaded with all my souls begged with every ounce I had and apologize for being imperfect and not the best follower. But still asked for forgiveness for that and that I will continue to try my best. And asked and pleaded not to be alone. Ending it with a final plea i than ended the prayer like one would end a prayer.

And with that selfish prayer done, I blew on the flower not daring to open my eyes fearful to see if I failed and let my hand and than the flower drop to my side before opening my eyes wiping at more tears pooling in my eyes.

I knew i needed to relax before returning so no one would see me crying. And I honestly didn't want to deal with a headache especially since there was going to be fireworks later. Which honestly would only be a pain if my head is trying to kill me. Taking a deep breath I wonder if I should head back though I could see all the lights from here.

Fixing the rabbit i rub my face more into its soft fake fur. Hoping it would comfort me in some sort of way. Because the aching in my heart only seemed to fester dark thoughts, and maybe those dark thoughts would start to consume me, a double edge sowrd of being alone meant I felt both relaxed and depressed.

I sighed softly and wonder if I could ever be loved.

"Child of man." The voice was a familiar deep ethereal tone that sent chills up my spine, and quickly turned to look behind me and see a familiar male. Again I felt the shame fill me after all I was in the middle of crying not to mention how long had he been there?

"Horton!" I practically shouted the nickname i have long given my friend/crush months ago. Before I found myself rambling on about how I didn't see him, asking where he's been and what ever else came to mind, honestly a wish I could just shut up, but wouldn't that make it more awkward? And all the while I just prattle on i hadn't even looking at him (not that, that was new, since I don't look at people in general when speaking) none the less I was possibly making myself look more stupid than I probably was before.

"Yuu~" the sound of my name on his lips seemed to make my face feel more warm and my heart flutter in my chest. While also stopping me from just word vomiting continuesly

Taking a moment to actually look at the male. I wondered what he wanted to ask, since neither of us normally used the others name. So surely it was something of importance.

Watching him, malleus extended his hand to me their was a look on his face that seemed to steal my breath and make my ownersface warm up.

"I did promise to watch the fireworks with you, so would care to join me?"

Hearing that I did recall asking him to join us with watching the fireworks at the festival, if he didn't feel comfortable with everyone we can separate from the others a bit and watch alone (along with grim since I was a tad worried how he'll react to the fireworks and thus didn't want to leave him alone).

Either way I reached out to take his much larger hand, which was so much larger than my own. But it made me feel happy, I can't even remember ever holding anyone's hand so this was rather nice.

Though it seems before either us could leave the sound of fireworks suddenly sounded and while still holding the males hand I turn to watch in awe, the display of fireworks. I must have underestimated the parade since I swore it was going to be later and a lot longer but I guess I was wrong.

No matter what though I couldn't help but hold on tightly to the hand I now held as the lovely colors flashed in the sky before us, truly glad I got to spend this time with guy I held the deepest of crushes on, even if my feelings are one sided I'm just glad to pretend even for this moment that im his and he is mine, even if for but a moment.

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