#ive asked zed his thoughts

[malakhim]

i drew watanabe from ikiru

[youredyingthatsallthereis]

kinktober day 8: aphrodisiac

week 2 lets gooooooooo

roachghost coming across an accidental sex pollen drug on an op and it finally breaks the unbearable tension between them~

additional tags: sex pollen drug, safehouse sex, coming in pants, pussy eating, hand jobs, vaginal sex, trans ghost who has had meta, multiple o's

read on AO3 | nonsenseafterdarks list! |word count: 2355 (ive been dying to write something like this forever i could not contain myself)

"just hold it steady, sergeant, we have no idea whats in there so we can't afford to drop any of it."

roach gripped the small box even tighter, denting the cardboard a bit. he and ghost were on their way to exfil after a particularly nasty intel retrieval op; all the intel they'd had on the warehouse was bad and they'd ended up having to deal with 27 tangos instead of the 5 they'd been assured were at the site. they'd found the laptop they needed, sitting unlocked in front of a now very dead person, with a huge file open with information on some kind of synthetic chemical, the name of which matched the label on the small cardboard box that roach was now death gripping in his gloved hand.

they could tell by the noise it made that whatever it was was in some kind of glass container, so in the interest of not shattering it roach was holding it tightly against his stomach while they booked it out of the old warehouse back into the surrounding tree line.

"alright, should only be a few minutes out once we can get to the l zed, just make sure not to - "

ghost was cut off by a bullet whizzing past him so close it actually grazed his mask, fraying it ever so slightly over the cheekbone.

"WHAT THE - ?"

he and roach instinctively ducked, which would have been alright if not for ghost stumbling on a tree root hidden in some leaves, leading roach to instinctively reach out and snatch him back up, leaving the little cardboard box exposed to -

POP

a bullet ripped through the cardboard and shattered the glass inside. "AAGHHHH!" roach shouted, dropping it like it had burned him.

ghost quickly pulled out a sidearm and whipped around, firing off several rounds quickly before they heard a dull thud several hundred meters back.

"are you alright?" he asked roach.

roach blinked hard and shook his head. whatever had been in the box smelled very strange, almost like... flowers?

ghost stared at him. "what?"

smells like flowers, roach repeated, pointing at the box.

ghost looked between the box and roach. "is that.....i thought it was just being in the woods...?"

they looked around; trees, dead, scrubby underbrush, and traitorously crunchy leaves, but not so much as a dandelion in sight.

"fuck, fuck, okay that means we both inhaled it, shit," ghost looked around desperately for a moment as if a solution would appear out of thin air. "do you feel alright, sergeant?"

roach blinked again and nodded slowly. normal.

"okay; lets put that shit in a bag so we can at least take it back for analysis, we have no idea what its going to do so if it kills us at least they'll have a sample to work with; we've no idea what kind of bioweapon this is..."

roach half listened to ghost ramble while he fished a heavy-duty, water resistant bag out of his pack and carefully put the box in it. he couldn't put his finger on exactly what it was, but wow did ghost look good bent down like that; well, he always looked good, didnt he? not fair really, the way his uniform trousers stretched so tight over his arse, the way his forearm muscles twitched and moved when he had his sleeves rolled up ever so slightly, the smallest sliver of skin visible where his balaclava was pulled slightly up from the collar of his sweater...roach wondered what he tasted like, if ghost would be salty with sweat from running and adrenaline, how he would taste bent over while roach licked up his neck, balls deep inside him from the back -

"roach?"

ghost was staring up at him, gaze inscrutable behind his sunglasses. "are you alright?"

roach bit his lip and nodded, shifting awkwardly as he realized he was already half hard just from seeing a few inches of ghost's skin.

"why were you looking at me like that?"

roach felt his stomach drop 'shit,' he thought. not sure what you mean, he asked, feigning nonchalance.

ghost stood back up, shoving the bag back into his pack. "if i didn't know any better, gary," he said quietly, taking two steps closer to roach, "i'd say you were looking at me the way a dog looks at a fresh piece of meat."

roach felt his face flush under his mask. there was no way; how could ghost know? or could he? how long had he known...?

"not the first time though, is it?" he said, pressing ever closer to roach until they were almost chest to chest. "seen you looking at me like that before. what were you thinking about just now then? watching me bent over like that, what were you thinking about? 'cause i dont think that this," roach gasped as ghost grabbed his now rock-solid dick through his trousers, "is the result of thoughts you'd tell your sunday school teacher about."

roach fought to stay calm; he was now so hard it hurt and ghost's touch was burning even through gloves, trousers, and pants; roach felt like if he didn't get off soon he was going to cum just from looking -

"bet you thought i wouldn't notice," ghost continued softly. "thought i wouldn't notice the way you look at me when you think i'm not paying attention; never occurred to you i might be doing it on purpose, hm? did you not notice how much more often i bend over, take my shirt off, god i even asked you to get me a towel in the gym showers the other day and you still didn't take the hint." the backpack was now on the ground next to them, ghost's thumbs tracing into the seam between roach's mask and goggles. "what the fuck are you waiting for, gary? a written invitation?"

he started to push roach's mask down but roach reached up and grabbed his wrist.

ghost raised his eyebrows.

roach let go. outside? the question was half-hearted; roach was far past the point of caring but the last not-desperately-horny brain cell he had was screaming at him that there might be more hostiles nearby.

ghost considered him for a moment. "safe house nearby, i'll radio in that we were exposed to something and need to wait there for twelve hours," he agreed, taking a half step back. "lets hurry the fuck up, then, or i'm gonna be soaked through my fuckin' trousers before we even get there."

the short hike did nothing to calm roach down; the jostling friction of his cock against the thin fabric of his underwear driving him absolutely insane; all he could think about was what ghost had said: "im gonna be soaked through my fuckin' trousers before we even get there." god he must be dripping, roach hoped he would let him eat him out too, taste him on his lips, dripping down his chin -

after what felt like approximately eight seconds (but was about fifteen minutes) ghost was unlocking the safehouse door and shoving roach across the threshold, slamming the deadbolt shut and immediately starting to yank off his clothes.

roach stood paralyzed for a moment, watching as ghost threw his hoodie on the floor and started frantically undoing his trousers.

"seriously, bug, do i have to hand write the invite or what?"

roach snapped out of it and quickly undressed, only getting his trousers half way off before ghost was on him like a feral animal, kissing all over his face and rubbing on his cock through his pants until -

roach shouted as he came almost immediately, thinking he'd never cum so hard in his life as he felt his pants get wet and sticky with release.

ghost for his part seemed to be eating it up: "thats right, get the first one out of the way now, gonna make sure you last inside me, yeah? believe me when i tell you, gary, i'll take you for the ride of your fucking life if you'll let me."

blinking back to reality, roach looked around and realized they were standing only barely inside the doorway. he scanned for a second for any flat surface and settled on the rickety old cot in one corner.

better than nothing, he supposed.

he dragged ghost over to it, suddenly very aware of how incredibly naked ghost was and just how badly he wanted to be too -

he had no further time to think on it before ghost was pulling him down onto the bed on top of him. his cock seemed to have not softened even a bit; he would later wonder how he even survived staying hard for so long.

"what do you think, love, eat me out first? suck me off a bit?" he looked down at where ghost was toying with his own cock, standing up hard over his cunt that was shining with slick.

roach nodded hard and, shoving his sticky pants off as fast as he could, almost lurched forward and got his mouth on ghost.

"yes yes yes, fuck that's it, i knew you'd be incredible, fuck yes," ghost rambled, seeming totally emboldened by the drug. "christ, gary, you have no idea how many times i thought about this," he said, grabbing roach's head and fucking further into his mouth. "knew you'd suck cock like a pro, fuck that's good."

roach could barely process what ghost was saying to him, too focused on getting ghost totally into his mouth, bobbing up and down with the thought of nothing but getting his lieutenant off.

he whined when he felt the tips of ghost's fingers dig into his scalp. "gonna cum, fuck gonna cum i'm - "

roach got him all the way in and sucked hard while ghost came, working him with his tongue while he throbbed through it.

he finally let up after a moment, breathing hard and getting two fingers up to ghost's leaking cunt.

"don't be a tease, baby," ghost said, "put 'em in there or i'll do it for you."

roach moaned as he easily slid two fingers into ghost, grinding his hips against the thin blanket underneath them as he did. he almost regretted giving in to the impulse as it had him back on the edge of an orgasm in no time; fingerfucking ghost, sucking his cock, licking the slick off his own fingers and tasting his lieutenant like that -

"better save that next load for me." ghosts voice suddenly cut through the fog in roach's mind. "i want that next one in my mouth or in my pussy but either way, its mine."

"AAHHHH - " roach barely made it, but he scrambled up just in time to shove his cock into ghost's mouth while he came again, spurting hot ropes of white onto his tongue and throat that ghost swallowed down greedily.

his efforts were rewarded with a firm grip on his waist as he pulled out, ghost letting his cock go with a wet pop. "think you can fuck me now?" he said, looking at roach's still barely softened cock while playing with his own.

roach nodded furiously; the edge from the drug was was barely starting to go down, but if getting off was what made it better, well, there were worse things he could be doing right now.

he climbed back on top of ghost and let his lieutenant pull him down hard to kiss properly, mindless of the taste of himself all over ghost's tongue and lips, too caught up in the desperate desire to feel him from the inside to even remember how many times he'd daydreamed about doing this.

he got his fingers back into ghosts cunt one more time, slicking them up before using them to jerk him off one more time, wanting to see if ghost was really as physically desperate for it as he was -

roach was rewarded with a breathy moan from ghost as he worked his cock, moving to kiss the side of his neck; he wanted to feel ghost cumming again, hear his pleasure echoing in the small cabin, feel him cum on his hand before he was squeezing around his cock -

"FUCK!" ghost came with a shout, leaking all over roach's hands and the sheet while he tensed and shook through it.

roach was lining up with him quickly, pressing his tip up against ghost's entrance and looking up at him for a green light.

"i swear, gary, when we get back to base i'm going to get the fanciest fountain pen i can find and the most expensive parchment - "

roach thrust in to the hilt in one go; ghost was so wet and ready from two orgasms that he slipped in easily. he had to stop for a moment, staring down at their joined bodies and willing himself not to cum yet, as he wanted to give his lieutenant the dicking down he deserved, but fuck was it hard not to bust from just the realization that this was actually happening, he was really here inside ghost -

ghost tugged him down hard into a kiss again, licking deep into his mouth and wrapping his legs around his waist to hold him in tightly and grind into him. roach thought that no matter what, this was it; there was no way anyone else could possibly feel this good, no way one else could do this to him, he was ruined for anyone besides ghost forever -

the next several hours were a blur. somewhere in the range of ghost's sixth and roach's fourth they were finally able to take a break, neither of them able to completely calm down, but able to relax enough to clean off a bit and drink some water and take a short nap before waking up desperate for each other again.

by the time exfil arrived, roach had a sneaking suspicion that that last round - which had been the slowest of them all, mostly kissing and soft touches before they'd finally put their clothes back on - hadn't had anything to do with the mystery drug.

[amethystfairy1]

hi ive finally decided to send an ask cause this last chapter of sightline sunrise is crazy insane and i left a comment but i feel like its not enough.

like...idk a good long while ago i was having a BAD bad time and i found tt and ttsbc and they singlehandedly pulled me out of the bad times. theyre so good and youre so good and thank you so muhc for writing its all amazing and good and i like it a lot a lot.

but anyway sightline sunrise. "I thought he said you couldn’t see the sun down here?" ?????????

crazy

wild

insane thing to write

i actually screamed thats wild and crazy. poor zed is down so bad as he should be honestly.

anyway yeah this is so hard to understand im sorry i jsut finished reading it and my brain is still crying at how amazing zedango is god.

okay bye thank you for being you!

I'm so glad you liked it!!!

I am so honored and happy to hear that TTSBC and TT were there for you during a bad time. They've been there for me during my bad times too, working on this series has been like a mental crutch for me to keep doing something I love that is a creative outlet while dealing with some very not-so-fun IRL thingymajigs. 😭

It's WILD

It's CRAZY

Zed is SO DOWN BAD it is almost PATHETIC

Do NOT apologize thank you very very very much for coming by and saying hi!!! 💖

[sleepy0s]

You're me?

Evo ‘Xelqua’ : You know, you seem really familiar.

Grian: Thats great Xelqua, as were the same fucking person.

(So imagine some of the hermits got transported to Evo smp. Then they left, this is like after that, does that make sense?)

(Shape shifter grian)

(THE AMOUNT OF TIMES IVE WRITTEN XELWUA INSTEAD OF XELQUA IS HUBSWBHSWSWJ)

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Xelqua opened his eyes, the dirt below him was cold and uncomfortable. “Eugh… where am i..?” He used his elbows to sit up. “What the..” He was immediately overwhelmed by the amount of people looking at him, 26 to be exact, and strangely he seemed to know some of them.

A tall-ish guy stepped out of the crowd, he wore a helmet and Xelqua knew who he was. “Xisuma..?” The man smiled once he realised Xelqua remembered him.

“Yes! Xelqua, it seems you’ve been brought to our server this time,” He held out a hand, helping Xelqua stand up, “Welcome to Hermitcraft!”

He looked around, spotting Impulse, doc, impulse, Cleo and surprisingly Pearl. And then he looked down at himself, realising how much of a mess he looked, his shift had begun to fade, his blonde hair glitching into a light brown. There was mud and scratches over his body and holes in his clothes. It was safe to say the few months since the hermits had left had been chaotic, the watchers had started becoming more of a threat and Taurtis had gone missing. 

“-Xelqua, Xelqua? Are you good?” He blinked, noticing Xisuma was crouched down in front of him, a concerned look on his face, “Are you okay?” His voice was quiet but Xelqua managed to respond, “Yeah.. Yeah I think so..” 

Obviously he wasn't as he then passed out in Xisuma's arms.

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He awoke in a bed, he could feel the soft fabric underneath him- something they could hardly find in Evo. He could hear people talking and pacing the room. 

“What if something happened to him?”

“X he's fine.”

“But- Zed what if that changes?”

“Then we would know.”

He rolled over, opening his eyes to see who was in the room. Xisuma was pacing back and forth. A guy wearing a lab coat with small horns, tapping on a computer was Doc and sat in a chair in the corner was an Avian in a red jumper who honestly seemed bored. 

As he tried to stand up Xisuma was immediately at his side, “Xelqua! You're okay! Had us all worried there..” 

“You mean, had You worried?” The avian at the back responded, rolling his eyes. Xelqua chose to ignore the boy, keeping his attention on Xisuma. “What happened..?”

“You passed out, you're all good now though.” Xisuma sent a glare towards the avian before handing Xelqua some water. He took it gratefully, feeling like he hadn’t drank in days. “We think it could have to do with travelling into the future too quickly.” Xelqua nodded, half listening and half looking at the builds through the window, there were so many blocks he hadn’t seen before. 

Xisuma chuckled once he realised the boy was looking at the builds, “You like the builds? Grian here can show you around,” The name sounded blurred to Xelqua but he ignored it, too excited to see the server.

-

The tour was great, Xelqua found all the blocks and builds fascinating, but there was one issue. The boy doing the tour seemed all too familiar, and he hadn’t been transported to Evo with the other hermits, so who was he? Eventually he gave in and asked.

“Uhm, you know, you feel really familiar..” He thought about his words for a second “Like I should know who you are..”

 The boy tuned towards him, staring at him for a second before his face morphed into a replica of Xelquas and then back to his normal one, “That's great Xelqua, because were the same fucking person.” Grian turned around, slightly laughing at the shocked look on Xelquas face before walking away and continuing the tour leaving Xelqua running to catch up, mind full of questions.

[wowdigitalrats]

favourite panels from Hellblazer #4

Waiting for the man

❗️SPOILERS❗️ Fuck i am soooo sorry lol this took so long ive been busy. if u care lol.

THE COVER LOOKS SO COOL!! CONSTANTINE IN THE BACKROUND WITH THE LACE AS THE DRESS SIGFIRGFIHFOW

felt specifically this, i moved recently and no one asked me if i wanted to :(

ROLLED UP SLEEVES GRRRR (god its just a simple image im too feral)

I love John giving what's right to racist people <3 absolute king. also, that pose!!

NO GEMMA NOOOO DONT DONT FOLLOW STRANGERS NOOOO

This is Zed? like the inspiration for the tv show Zed? God i love her, shes so cool!! Also, really nice tie for 'Waiting for the man', referring to both John and 'the man'

CHILLS. literal chills.

me 'n my silly lil trinkets :3

god i love this panel, its so well done. The way that his thoughts rush before he realizes out loud?? the worry? the panic? its so well written

if i could i would add this whole scene. i love zed, shes so cool. that blank expression before smashing the bottle on the man's head made me laugh.

earring john :D

[comicinksans]

Angel Hair and Baby's Breath

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 (YOU HERE!)

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Tango woke up in somewhere bright yet dim, cold yet burning, and she ached though she felt numb. What the fuck happened..? The last thing she remembers was being in the car with Zed and then- Zed. Zed? Where the fuck is Zed? Tango shot up, and two gasps echoed in the tiled room. Tango looked to his right, there sat her own and Skizz’s moms. “Oh lord, Tango sweetie, you’re awake!” Tango’s mom ran over to him for an embrace, but paused partway through and backed away. “I’m… I’m sorry but we can’t actually hug you right now.”

“W…Why..?” Tango’s voice was raspy and weak, like it hadn’t been used in… who knows how long. Tango watched as both women’s faces dropped and tears broke through his own mother’s eyes. 

“Your uh… Your arm is broken. Bad.” She took a breath, covering her mouth as a sob escaped. “It’s your right so, it’ll take some time to heal.” Tango looked down, seeing the cast and sling wrapped around her arm, breaths becoming shakier as everything set in. “Wh-What happened..?” The raspiness lingered, though use and breathing was helping it recover. Everything began to click. The headlights. The blood. The screams. The sirens. It all came rushing back, all within an instant. Tango’s eyes watered as tears silently slid down her cheeks. She looked to her other arm, barely able to lift it as she saw the scratches that covered it along with the IV that was pushed into his hand. Tango’s mother sobbed further, but Skizz’s was able to hold it together even as tears rushed past her eyes. 

“It was a bad accident. Someone ran a red light and slammed straight into you guys at an intersection. Neither your or Zed are at fault here. The other person got some serious injuries but we’re suing, it should help lighten the load with everything. The police will probably come by to ask some questions later now that you’re up, mostly stuff like ‘Why was Zed driving your car,’ ‘Where were you headed,’ ‘What was your route,’ and similar things. We can put it off for a bit for you to recover if you’d like though, nothing here will be fixed or happen overnight.” Mrs. Leman silently wiped the tears from her eyes and cheeks, taking a breath. “Do whatever feels best for you, okay Tango?”

Tango nodded, shakily breathing as thoughts raced through his head. Was it really this bad? The police are involved? Is the other person okay? Is Zed okay? Is… Is Zed okay? Oh god, where’s Zed!? “W-where is… Zed..?” Tango’s voice physically couldn’t share the anxiety that raced through her veins, mind speeding with thoughts of incoherence and fear. 

More sobs wracked through the room, with Tango’s own tears speeding up. Skizz’s mom finally broke, sobbing into her own hand as she sat down. Tango’s mom took a deep breath, steadying herself and sitting near Tango for the news. “Zed… Passed. They were crushed instantly by the other car, and if not that, it would’ve been due to the heat and and being upside down.” Tango began dissociating. The sides of her vision went blurry, mind wandering as tears streamed faster and faster down her cheeks. She stared straight through her own mother, ignoring any words of comfort that attempted to reach her ears. She felt nothing. She understood nothing. She just laid back down and sobbed silently as all words and thoughts phased straight through her. He slipped back into sleep. 

Tango dreamt. Vividly. He saw Zed. Zed ran up to him and told him it was okay. That he was okay. That nothing was going to be wrong. That they were always going to be there with her. God, how Tango wished for that to be true. This all hurt. Not only physically, but mentally too. Tango had lost the person who was arguably his best friend, and Tango couldn’t stop blaming himself. If I hadn’t taken that hit I would’ve been driving and we might’ve been slower or faster, missing that guy. If I hadn’t taken the hit and been driving I might’ve realized and reacted. This is my fault, isn’t it? God, I know it is. This is all my fault.

Tango remained at the hospital for a few days after the news was broken to her, with a few police visits for accounts and information and even a visit from Impulse and Skizz.

It had been a day after Tango had first woke up when they visited. It all felt like so much. It hadn’t been just the three of them in so long. They gave her words of comfort and apologies, along with some flowers. Tango appreciated the gestures, really, but it just didn’t do anything to help soothe his pain. The flowers came in a bouquet with lilies, roses, gardenias and some baby’s breath. That… Was Zed’s favorite flower. Tango could only think of Zed. It was all he could think about. He missed them. So. Fucking. Much.

It was the middle of the night when Tango was discharged, and Tango had been wheeled out just to be safe. The final verdicts of her injuries were internal bruising, a broken arm, lacerations in her arms, a concussion, and slight burns. It wasn’t too bad, all things considered. She was luckier than Zed. He missed Zed. So much. So. Fucking. Much. Tango’s ride home was uneventful, though her mom got McDonald’s in an attempt to cheer her up. Keyword attempt. Tango felt so numb. Nothing mattered. She didn’t feel like she could be happy again. Not without Zed. 

Once home, he laid in bed almost 24/7. Staring at the ceiling. Listening to music. The occasional text message. Many went unanswered though. She didn’t have the energy to even take care of herself, much less talk to others. All she could think of was the image of Zed hanging with what she now knew was lifelessness, stuck in that car, and he could only blame himself. A light flickered. Odd. It had been happening for a few days now, on and off. Tango only assumed that the power was being faulty. Or there was a storm. Or… Something. A cup knocked off her nightstand. It was empty, luckily, but it was still odd. A storm, he thought. It’s just shaking everything because of thunder or something like that. Yeah. That.

But it didn’t quite get normal. Not any time soon, at the very least. She felt almost as though she could feel Zed in the room. Watching over him. Trying to tell him to just get up, take that first step. But he couldn’t . Not right now.

[sammy-writes-sometimes]

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Dying from lack of oxygen was probably one of the worst ways Tango has ever left a season, which has a bitter funniness to it.

He's a netherborne, a creature built for places where the air was toxic to most other life. So, when his helmet broke in the explosion, he knew what was coming.

Alone, in space, with no air or friends. Nothing.

Tango shuttered with a manic laughter, broken apologies leaving him and going into the vacuum. Even as the world under him crumbled to pieces, his body refused to just give up.

But eventually the first signs came, passing out as all the air left his lungs and flimsy suit. He was dying. Finally he was dying!

Then he was awake again, dragged out of the chamber that held his body in stasis between seasons. Tango doesn't know who's holding him, but he can feel dull claws and the smell of wet dog fills his nose.

Tango's nearly slipping back into unconsciousness even as he fights it when he's gently given to another, head resting against someone's shoulder as they hush him softly. Once again he can't quite tell who it is, but they're round with soft wooly fur that he leans into for comfort.

There's an exchange of words between the two people as he's set onto a bed, a breathing mask set onto his face and soon after an IV is in his arm.

Those first few breaths are shallow, lungs almost burning, but it steadily passes until he's able to hear again, even if the words are muffled.

"What happened...?" He manages to strangle out.

The room is silent for a moment, only a heart monitor beeping in what Tango hopes is a normal rate.

There's talking, a long sigh, then someone is speaking to him.

"It's complicated, a lot has happened, but I'll tell you the basics." Zedaph, at least he's pretty sure that it is Zedaph, says quickly. "So the whole season, everything that happened, it was all fake. But your body was still affected by whatever happened to you."

Tango sits in confusion, but he's too exhausted to fully question it.

"We're in the Hermithesus, that's all you need to worry about." Zed says all too cheerfully.

"Where- is Bdubs okay?" He asks instead of pressing further.

As if on queue, the dryad is charging his way into the small room shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Tango!"

"Bdubs?" Tango just barely managed to say with his croaking voice.

"Tango!" Bdubs repeats, though this time quieter.

A desperate sigh of relief leaves him as he watches the other man come to his bedside, beaming with glistening eyes like he'd been crying.

"Holy shit. You're alive."

"Of course I am, idiot." He responds playfully. "You had us all worried."

"You had me worried, Bdubs." He jabs back.

"Hey, I'm not the one that went out into space to blow up the moon!"

Tango cringes at himself, knowing exactly what's to come next.

"He what?" Zedaph calls from the other side of the room.

"Yeah, this idiot thought it'd be a perfect idea to blow up the moon!"

"Bdubs, please-"

"Tango!" His best friend almost sounds like he's yelping, worry laced in his face. "What were you thinking?"

"At least I didn't join a cult like Impulse did?" Tango hates that his voice sounds almost squeaky, wanting more than anything to hide away as he curls in on himself. "You have no room to talk, Zed. I know you'd do the exact same thing."

Zedaph simply shakes his head and rolls his eyes. "Maybe."

"You're alive and that's all that matters, even if it was idiotic." Bdubs says, though this time quieter.

"I missed you too, buddy."

[gcnedark]

Bitten.

Characters: Miles Ive, Sev Voorhees, Rose Leo, Warburton Colt

No cw/tws

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This was fucking agonizing.

Miles could swear that he was heating up from the inside, it burned, he craved for some kind of relief to his pain. And that's why he had practically started to race back to home base when his bite mark started burning.

He'd been bitten before, they all had! It was practically impossible to not get bitten at some point in the apocalypse, but this was different. His bites hadn't made him feel like he was running a fever, he damn near passed out on his feet in the gas station he'd been ransacking.

There was no car he could even use to get back, so he just ran. Down the street, past the undead and up the hill to the church. Warburton was the one who saw him through his sniper scope, his initial reaction had been a slight hint of joy. Ive hadnt gotten himself killed, but as he got closer and he could get a better sight on him, he was filled with dread and worry.

"Miles is back!" He called out, catching the attention of Sev first. Warburton knew the moment Sev saw Miles like this, bloody and clutching his shoulder as he ran, that he'd go into a panic... Not like there was any way around it. "The guy looks fucked up! Damn near stumbling, someone get out there and help him, will you?!"

He didn't even need to finish that sentence before Sev burst through the gate, normally he'd be cautious of the noise it'd make but at this moment all rational thought had been tossed out of the window. He ran as fast as he could down the trail to get to Miles, nearly tripping and falling himself.

"Mierda- Qué diablos te pasó?!" Sev yelled out, getting close enough to Miles so he could wrap an arm around him, "I.. I dunno what you're sayin'.." Miles mumbled, struggling just to keep himself up at this point. Sev grumbled before speaking again, "I said, what the hell happened to you?"

"You think this is bad? You should see what I did to those zeds.." Miles wheezed out in a pathetic attempt of a laugh, he had wanted to try and calm down Sev just a little bit, but it very clearly didn't work. If anything, it caused him to panic more. "Whyre you holdin' your shoulder like that, doll?" Sev asked as they went through the entrance, catching the attention of the other survivors.

Miles didn't want to show what had happened, he was terrified to do so. Sure, he was one of their leaders, but the keyword there was one. They could be fine with just killing him for most likely being infected, and just letting Mac take over fully. And sure, that thought was probably a mix of paranoia along with the stress of being fucking bitten, but it was still something he thought he should be genuinely concerned about.

He was so lost in his own thoughts and paranoia that he didn't notice he was already being laid down on a bed in the infirmary, a part of the base he always hated but knew it needed to be there. It wasn't that he didn't find it useful, it was just his fear of infirmaries, hospitals, etcetera etcetera.

"Miles," Sev spoke up, getting Miles back into reality. "Put your hand down." It wasn't really asking him to do so, it was more so simply telling him flat out. He was barely thinking as he lowered his hand, Sev squinted when he saw the bite mark. "..okay, y'got bitten." He shrugged, seeming a lot less tense. Sev attempted to step away before being stopped.

"Wait, wait-" Miles grunted, reaching out and grabbing onto Sevs wrist. "A blood plague one got me.. I feel like I'm running a damn fever here, nearly passed out..." As he explained just what he was going through, the worry and panic in the shorter male spiked back up. "Shit, why didn't you say that in the first place?!"

"I didn't.. I'm- I was..." He tried to say that he was scared of what the others would do if they learned, and considering how small this place was? He had to guess that the others already heard what was going on. But something in him wouldn't let him say what he wanted to, it pissed him off.

"What, you were what?" Sev pulled over a nearby chair to sit down, it dragged and squeaked against the floor as it moved. He was going to attempt to squeeze out the information that he could from Miles, but he was stopped by Rose, who grabbed onto his shoulder to make herself known. "He's infected."

That wasn't something either one of them wanted to hear, but it was the blunt truth. "What do you feel, Miles?" She asked, stepping next to Sev and crossing her arms. "Fever, shaky, I've been pretty outta it since I got bit.. my blood feels like it's on fire.." He whimpered, glancing down at his bite mark.

Silence.

"Am I really infected?" He asked softly, looking up at Rose. "Yeah." She nodded, the look of fear in his eyes was enough to even make her feel bad. But Rose knew she couldn't just bullshit him right now, he needed to know what was happening to him. "Well, why didn't the other bites do anything?" Sev questioned, looking over to her.

"They did," Rose began. "If it's from a zombie who's got the blood plague, their bites and scratches infect you overtime. And since Miles here has been fighting them constantly... This bite was just the thing that did it in, the infections working at him as we speak."

"I'm right here, y'know.."

"Listen, there's good news to this." Rose started, moving over to the table in a corner of the infirmary. "There is a cure for it. I've been infected before, Red Talon had a lot of stuff-" "That should be shared with the survivors down here." Sev spat, furrowing his brows.

"Trust me, I know. But, there's a cure. I'm still in contact with Red Talon, I might be able to get us a drop of a few vials. It's essentially a fix-all to Miles problems here." There was silence, cluing Sev in on the fact there was something else to it. "But...?"

She sighed, "But, it would take around thirty minutes to get here." Sev was confused for a moment, smiling even. "Well that's good! When can you call it in?" He asked her, standing up. "Sev, he probably only has maybe 20 minutes, 25 at best." She told him, taking out a needle filled with morphine. "..c'mon, there's gotta be something we can do!"

Rose shrugged, "I mean, if you're able to get some samples off of plague samples, I can make an antidote myself. They taught us that back in boot camp, keep yourself alive and all of tha-"

"How many do you need?" Sev cut her off, "I'd need 8, I get that and I can mix it with some of the medicine here to create a cure for him." She explained, moving over to Miles, "Arm." Rose stated simply, prompting him to raise his left arm to allow her to inject him with morphine.

Voorhees nodded, "I'll go see some of the survivors in town, they're trying to experiment with that shit- they'll have enough." There was a slight hint of optimism in that sentence, something that had rubbed off on him from being so close to Miles constantly. "You keep him comfortable, I'll be back."

Rose didn't have another moment to speak to Sev as he stormed off and out of the base, leaving her and Miles there. "..you think he'll be able to get what you need in time?" The brunette asked, "He seems pretty hellbent on keeping you here with us, Miles. I wouldn't doubt him."

"..yeah, alright... Hey, wait, you said you've been infected before-"

"Long story."

[goosedawn]

i've never listened to Friends At The Table (though it's on my list now, dnd campaigns podcast wooo!) what would the storyline of the crossover entail? with the HermitCraft characters i'm guessing it's chaotic and interesting 😊

:0!!!! :DDD!!!!!!! if u end up giving it a shot i hope u enjoy it! they dont actually play dnd, they play a bunch of other tabletop games which are all really neat also! (also if u need a suggestion for where to start if/when u get to it, feel free to drop me an ask)

the story follows the typical structure of "group is sent off to do tasks for money, and eventually realise something bigger is going on" so i am largely following the plot in that way, where groups of adventurers are sent out to investigate a series of towers that appear to have some connection to the gods of the world. ajhsjjejhfhjef most of my thoughts about the au are more character based,, so instead of a proper plot summary i can give details and thoughts on where some of the hermits fit into everything so far (while. trying to avoid the big twists revealed in the podcast ig,,?) i also ended up including some sleepybees (sbi + beeduo) in the au but im still not 100% sure on where they fit in (as in i have too many ideas djhdkndnj)

ANYWAY uhhhh some spoilers for the universe im basing this off of, under the cut cos it got long :'D

context/setting:

the specific arc/universe that this au is set in is the one from Seasons in Hieron (SiH) which is their fantasy season! (its. its long,, this arc spans i think. 3 seasons? plus a short interlude season)

the setting was previously a traditional fantasy world that had some sort of great catastrophe (the Erasure) happen, and the current world is after people have rebuilt a new society! its described as "post-fantasy, post-post-apocalyptic" its very fun and subversive and afhdjfbj the worldbuilding is just. real good :>

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characters:

im still figuring out where different hermits fit into the au but i am basically taking aspects of various characters from the podcast and splitting roles and traits to hermits, so its all mixed up! also,, there are just. so many hermits,, i have not found places for all of them (not even most of them i dont think) but here is what i have so far:

impulse and zedaph work in the New Archives (a series of huge warehouse-like archives run by the orcs of this world!) impulse is an orc, zed is not! impulse works to retrieve artifacts for the archive, and zed,, hes just kinda there. learning and experimenting with pattern magic (a type of magic done by arranging and rearranging things in specific configurations, often they are obscure and weird things like "27 brown birds in a tree, 5 table legs, 500 buttons, 16 steps to the east" etc.) when the story finds them they are studying a fallen tower in the center of the Mark of the Erasure (a location still showing the effect of the great cataclysm that befell the world)

tango vaguely takes the role of Ephraim, prince of something or rather,,, idk man hes cool and has fire powers, very anime. his powers were a gift from the gods, and he goes on to hv close relations w them! he meets up with impulse and zed later on and become fast friends obviously

joe is an expert in pattern magic, and is on the run from the archives after having stolen a pretty nondescript notebook. its a nice notebook! hes just a human guy. he writes and recites poetry in order to do pattern magic using the notebook!

cleo hails from the city of *Nacre*, where people get multiple chances at life. people from there can get killed but will exist on as zombies, then if they are killed again, they exist as ghosts, and then they pass away fully. she is an undead pirate captain that joe somehow manages to sway over to their side ahjbhfbjf,, she is hunting down the lost prince/king of Nacre.

wels is a pala-din (pal-ah-deen, rather than paladin), a sort of living marble statue that serves one of the gods in the pantheon.

scar is ofc, a wizard! it. it should be noted that wizards dont really exist in this world, people who perform and study magic are mages, not wizards,, "wizard" is kind of a weird term to use sjbdbjhfjjhb scar takes place of The Great Fantasmo in the podcast, and similarly has an invisible assistant! he doesnt seem to remember much of his past...

cubfan works in Velas, a fishing town where the story "begins" he does not enjoy talking to scar, and seems to be sad whenever hes around. perhaps scar reminds him of someone, or perhaps of better times...

tfc hes a priest aagsuijdjhkdgjdkihwhjvd i swear theres a reason for this later,, the role of the npc alyosha is somewhat split between tfc and cub!

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others i have thoughts on but im not settled on yet:

im debating having xisuma as part of the pantheon, but if not, he would be a druid so he can shapeshift into animals sjbakjnsnfjb he would take the general role of Fero in the story, but would also be kind of split with evil x, who captures... a certain stubbornness and deepset frustration Fero has in later times.

etho could take the place of Samol, the first god to exist. he is the embodiment of this world, and is kind of isolated and strange wbhshjhbdbhjdjbdkjn,, strange /pos. hes also. kind of dissapearing though... i wonder why :)

while theoratically i could have xisuma as samol cos. yknow. admin. i think the vibes and role just fit etho better

and... if i had etho as samol i think it could be fun to have doc and bdubs as other members of the pantheon, if u go with their dynamic from the start of s7 they even fit the divorced couple vibe two of the gods have /lh /hj (nho pantheon pog..? maybe. theres a total of 5 deities in the pantheon tho...)

im leaning toward either false + stress or maybe gem + pearl pairs for two of the goddesses in the pantheon, but thatd probably depend on if i can find a better place for them ;P

techno and phil take the role of red jack, and techno is a Huge Oni Dude >:] in canon red jack has a cool horse!!! it fits!! hes also. heavily implied to be kinda immortal?? anyway. im torn on this because techno and phil ALSO fit the roles of some of the player characters, with relation to the missing prince/king of Nacre but im still working things out,,

no matter whats up with them, ranboo takes the role of bluejay, redjacks son, meeting up with tubbo and tommy who take the place of benjamin, the son of one of the player characters. tubbo and tommy kind of. get sent to another dimension to keep them safe,,? and live in a lie for many years before they are brought back.

when i first thought about this au, i also thought about the whole. sending child off into fake dimension to live life, and of course. i thought about. grumbot ofc and originally planned to have mumbo or grian take the place of that player character abhdfvnbrvbn but it also implies one or both of them would be paladins (not pala-din! just the normal religious knight) AND have connections to tubbo and tommy which is. funny but ehhhh idk.

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and that. maybe probably somewhat incoherent train of thought is what i have for the au so far! its. still very much a work in progress so thank you if you stuck through all that!! ive still got a lot to think abt in the au,,,, lots to figure out ;P hopefully i can iron it out a bit more in the future, but its fun to think about for the time being

[justletmeplayminecraft]

I love reading all your stories and always find myself coming back to them. I think my favs are prob the ones from the Space Outlaw AU, especially the Ex & Zed one, it always makes me smile. That kinda brings me to this request; I'd love to see a followup to that story where Zed is reunited with Tango & Impulse on the ship and what happens a bit afterwards. ^_^

aaa my gosh, thank you so much. it means a lot to hear that and honestly i wouldn't have had the courage to do it without @martuzzio creating this amazing au & encouraging me !!

as for the request, it's actually a scene ive avoided writing in the past, because everyone kinda has their own idea of how it goes? so i wanna say, just because i've written it, it doesn't mean other people can't write it their way!! even i have other ideas of how it could go!! additionally, if you want more of zit's early days after reuniting, it's a side focus in this fic! i realised it was missing from my masterpost so thought i'd mention it gjgfs

alright, on with the fic:

"And this is one of our secondary testing labs," Xisuma introduces, holding his hand out as they step inside. Seeing the current occupant, he turns that hand into a wave. "Afternoon, Impulse." Zedaph perks up at the name, bright eyes focused on the goggled man in front of him.

"Hey, X." Impulse doesn't look up from his current project, carefully soldering two pieces of wire together. "We got our new recruit?" Zedaph's jaw is falling open as Impulse speaks. Any further and it might unhinge.

"We have!" X glances at Zedaph, his smile becoming a soft look of concern. "This is Zedaph, he may not be joining us permanently but-" Impulse looked up the second Xisuma said 'Zedaph'.

"Zed?" Impulse breathes the name like it's sacred, with the same reverence of a god's. Zedaph stares at him with wide eyes, a noise escaping before he can attempt a word. He raises his hands, tears gathering.

"Impulse?" Zed's gasp is wet, grabbing the strap of his bag. "Is that- Am I dreaming? I must be- I-" Impulse barely remembers to turn off his solderer before he's running forward.

The two meet in the middle. Impulse grabs Zed's face, rubbing his fingers over his cheeks. All Zed can do is reach up and hold Impulse's hands tight. They're rough and dirty and Impulse's face is dirty and he's wearing goggles but that's Impulse. That's Impulse, who's wiping away the tears rolling down Zedaph's face.

"Hold on, hold on- Let me-" Impulse pulls away to snap his goggles onto his forehead. "It's you- I can't- It's really you." Zedaph sobs softly, falling forward and pressing the sides of their faces together. He reaches for Impulse's hair, burying his fingers into the strands. Together, they sway in place, legs shaking so much it's hard to stay up. "I don't- Zed-"

Zedaph laughs, high-pitched and hysterical, "I must be dreaming, I must be." Impulse joins his laughter, grip on Zedaph tightening enough to leave white marks on his skin. There's barely an inch of space left between them.

"If you're dreaming then so am I." Impulse sounds breathless. Zedaph squeezes him, tears dampening both of their cheeks.

"I don't want it to end," he whispers, a hint of fear in his voice at the thought. If he could, he'd cling to this moment forever. His heart singing in his chest, Impulse's solid weight in his hands. Neither of them want to wake up.

"You're not dreaming," Xisuma says. They jump apart as they remember he's there. Zedaph wipes the tears from his cheeks. His other hand stays in Impulse's. Their knuckles are pale in each other's grip. "I can finish this tour later, give you some time together." Zedaph feels like he should protest Xisuma's kindness, but the only sound he could make would be broken noise. Impulse continues looking at him like he's the most precious of gems, or a project he's spent months on and finally finished.

"I'll let you know when we're finished with him," Impulse replies. Zedaph stares at him, taking in how he's aged. They've lost so much time. "Do you mind if it's in a month or so? Maybe a year?" Xisuma chuckles, smiling fondly.

"As much time as you need." He tells them, with a polite nod. Impulse just manages to nod back before Xisuma leaves the pair in the empty lab. They stare at each other, barely breathing. Zedaph traces one of the wrinkles that he swears weren't there before. Laugh lines. Worry lines.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm an old man." Zedaph laughs, pulling Impulse's goggles off so he can press their foreheads together. The bright lights of the lab catch their eyes, leaving them sparkling with tears. They fall into a comfortable silence. Together, in their own world - blind to the bright lights and deaf to the quiet hum of electricity. Focused on the other alone. Zedaph finally pulls away when he processes an earlier sentence, face scrunched in confusion.

"We're finished with him?" He questions. There's a swell of hope in his chest that he doesn't want to believe. He wants to cling to it, doesn't want it to be crushed. Impulse nods, ever so slightly.

"Tango. He's here too. He's- Zed, he missed you so much." The swell spills over. Impulse clutches him tight as Zed sobs, entire body shaking with the force. He falls into Impulse's chest, firm hands keeping him upright. Eventually, the sobs quiet into shaking breaths and Impulse moves his hands to cup Zedaph's cheeks, looking into blue eyes. "Zed would- do you want to see him?" Zedaph nods, nails digging into the strap of his rucksack.

"Does- Would he want to see me?" Impulse smiles, nodding in return. He swipes his thumbs across Zed's cheeks, disrupting the tear tracks left there.

"Zed, he'd want nothing more. Both of us have wanted nothing more than to see you since- since-" Zedaph cries again at the thought. It's been so, so long.

"Yeah-" He agrees, "Yeah, me too."

It takes them several minutes until they can separate enough to walk. Impulse leads the way through the ship. Their pace is close to running, Impulse navigating the way to the lower decks on pure instinct. Between them, their hands stay clasped together, never loosening. Zedaph's other hand rests on his bag strap. The Hermits they pass don't interrupt. A few watch with knowing smiles.

"Tango!" Impulse calls as they grow closer to the engine bays. Zedaph's pace slows and Impulse smiles in encouragement, nudging their shoulders together. He tries to smile back, air caught in his throat, tears ready to spill again. His emotions are haywire: anxiety, excitement, fear, elation. He's feeling so much.

"Impulse!" Tango's voice echoes from deeper into the bays. Impulse leads Zed in, watching his wide eyes focus at the voice. Zedaph feels like his body is giving out beneath him. He's going to shake apart. "What brings you here?"

"I'm- Not here for me, actually." Tango pulls himself out from under one of the cables. He stretches, eyes closed and a wrench in his hand. He's wearing a simple dress, the heat in the bays comfortable enough for him without his suit. Then he opens his eyes and freezes with his arms still above his head. Zedaph steps a little further behind Impulse, both of his hands tensing. Impulse squeezes back.

"Impulse?" Tango asks, looking between them both. His red eyes are wide, arms lowering awkwardly. "Is that- Are you?" Impulse nods, turning to Zed.

"Yeah, yeah, it really is." Impulse squeezes Zedaph's hand again, gently encouraging him forward. Zedaph's already crying. He seems to be doing a lot of that.

"Tango," he whispers. Tango can't hold back any longer, running forward so he can hold Zedaph's face in his hands. The wrench clatters to the floor as Tango wipes across Zedaph's cheeks. He looks into those blue eyes and knows his are just as teary. Zedaph allows Impulse to take the rucksack from his back, lower it to the floor.

"Zed." Tango rubs along Zedaph's hairline. The way he leans into the touch is so familiar Tango can only cry. "Nether, it's- I can't believe-" Zed nods, holding him desperately.

"I can't either," he agrees with a wobbling voice. Impulse wraps his arms around Zedaph's chest, resting his head on Zed's warm shoulder. They all cling to each other with no intention of letting go.

"Did you know?" Tango asks, looking between Impulse and Zed. And he can look between them. They're both here, in front of him. All three of them in one place, safe and- He used to dream about this, he never thought it could be a reality.

"No," Impulse tells him, "I had no idea. None at all."

"I didn't-" Zed agrees, "I- I really didn't- I never even guessed." He reaches back for Impulse's hand, legs finally giving up. He makes a soft noise as he drops, the two quick to support him and lower them to the ground. The trio continue hugging each other on the hot floor of the bay. There's no way of telling where each of them start and end, limbs tangled into a pile.

Impulse buries his face against Zedaph's back, Tango weeping openly. The sound of their cries echo in the bay. None of them care. Why think about the world around them when they can focus on each other? How they feel in each other's arms, the heat of Tango's hair, Zedaph's fingers twitching in Impulse's hand and Tango's dress. Convincing themselves they're not dreaming. This is real.

"Wait, wait, wait-" Zed leans back from them both, reaching for his bag. He digs around his shawl until he pulls out a small band of twisted woollen threads, thinned and snapped. "I- I kept it. It's broken but I kept it-" Tango draws Zed back into their hold with a hand on his cheek. His other hand wipes away tears.

"Oh, Zed." Tango's voice is so soft. "You- How do you never fail to surprise us?" Impulse laughs, settling his chin on Zedaph's shoulder. Their heads automatically lean towards each other.

"I'm so glad you do," Impulse says, squeezing Zed's hand. "This is the best surprise I could ever ask for." Zedaph breathes out, words completely lost to him.

"Hey," Tango smiles at them, bottomless love in his eyes. "You can make us new ones now." Zedaph gasps through tears, nodding eagerly.

"Yeah," he agrees, rubbing his eyes on Tango's hand, "I can."

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They end up in one of the sleeping dens. Zedaph is curled between them, feeling more relaxed than he has in years. Tango is in front of him, an arm around him whilst Impulse's hand rubs his cheek. Zed nudges comfortably into their holds, enjoying the longed for contact with his herd. Tango's hair is secured in a fireproof wrap. Zedaph knows from experience that it's hot but he has the urge to poke it anyway. For old times sake. Thankfully, Impulse notices, grabbing Zedaph's hand and pulling it down. Zed twists to see him, smiling cheekily as Impulse shakes his head.

"What are you two doing?" Tango questions, peering at them with gentle eyes. Impulse turns to Zedaph again, both of them breaking into smiles. Zed brings a hand up to stifle his giggles.

"He was going to touch your wrap," Impulse answers. Zedaph's laughter grows in volume as he curls into Tango, hiding his face.

"Zed!" Tango cries, "I know it's been awhile, man, but-"

"You shut your mouth!" Zed's voice is muffled, cheeks red and sore from smiling. Tango digs his fingers into Zedaph's woollen curls, laughing as a few fall loose. Oh, how he's missed that texture. Impulse sighs, pulling Zed closer to his chest unconsciously. Tango moves with him.

"It's been way too long," Impulse says, voice quiet as he speaks. "Gods, Zed, we just- we just didn't know. We thought you were-" Tango hums, cutting off Impulse's sentence. But Zedaph only nods, face poking up again. His head rolls to the side, expression turning sad, even if it's briefly.

"I- I thought so too. I-" He freezes. On unsteady hands, he tries to push himself up. "Skizz." The word is urgent in his mouth. "Is he okay? Was he safe?" Impulse lowers him back onto Tango by brushing his fingers across Zed's hairline.

"He's fine," he tells him. "We talk often, he's been doing great for himself. Oh, he's- he's going to be so happy we've found you. None of us could, we looked so hard." Zedaph nudges until he's comfortable again, letting the words sink in. Skizz is safe. They're all safe. It's a dream come true.

"I searched too," he says, "I really did." Tango rubs his fingers across Zed's cheek. His skin is warm against Zed's. It always is.

"We know," Tango replies. Impulse hums, nodding against his head. They're not going to talk about Tango and Impulse. Zed- He doesn't need to know the arguments between them. How Tango gave up on this moment. It's not something he needs to worry about. Right now, they're together. They're holding Zedaph in their arms and it doesn't even feel real.

"I don't want to lose you guys again." Zedaph's voice breaks, lost hands clutching at them. "I feel like I'm going to wake up and-"

"You're not," Impulse promises. "We're going to be right here."

"You're not getting rid of us." Tango wipes away the dampness on Zed's eyelashes before it can spill over once more. "Like, you're going to wish you could get rid of us kinda 'not getting rid of us'." That gets Zed to laugh again and they both smile at the sound. Zed closes his eyes with a gentle sigh.

"I'm so lucky," he decides. "I can't believe it."

"So are we!" Tango exclaims. "I mean- Look at you! Cuddled up between us!"

"Mm, lucky to have me." Zed finishes the sentence with a yawn. Impulse scratches along his hairline again with soft, tired eyes.

"Yeah, we are," he murmurs, sinking down into the cuddle. "Get some sleep, yeah?" Zed hums. He's out like a light. Tango watches him, taking in every change on Zedaph's face. The length of his hair, small scars on his skin. But, much to their delight, he still makes those quiet noises in his sleep. His fingers still twitch. He still seeks out their warmth.

It's only once Tango's certain Zed's sleeping that he looks up, finding Impulse's gaze. Impulse sleepily tilts his head in question. Tango has to think before he speaks, tracing circles into Zed's arm.

"I'm- I'm really sorry, Impulse." Impulse's face opens up in shock.

"Hey, no," he quickly rebuts. "You have nothing to apologise for, Tango." He falls silent for a few seconds and Tango can see him searching for words. He waits for Impulse to speak again. "You did what you had to do to move on. I get it. As much as I wanted to believe, I- I never really expected this day to come, either."

"I guess we were both fools." Impulse laughs, so quiet in their little den.

"Well-" He smiles, the expression natural to them both, "-Nothing's changed then, has it?"

"I guess not." Tango rubs Zedaph's cheek once more, finally able to relax into the hold. There will be time in the future.

They've got so much more time than they thought they did.

[nialltlynch]

thots on the preview: (spoilers and all that but tbh none of these are good)

Declan should put the fact that people get their arms ripped off at his townhouse on his tinder. he'd do numbers.

"serial killer zed brother" maggie never change <3

carliana going all turncoat yessssss

theyre saving dreamers thats so 🥺🥺🥺

all of this mindfuck dreaming is very sexy and exactly what ive been looking for since dream thieves

i have more thoughts about things breaking but uhhhhhhhh ask me later (re: when im not at work !!!)

they have sleeping masks. queens 💅👑

ronan corruption arc my beloved !!!!!!

also ronan just get a fucking totem a la inception

i love bryde and his super heavy handed cult daddy vibes <333

CHAINSAW

the fact that it seems hennessy has to dream with ronan and she still can't do it by herself ........ hmmmmmm many thoughts

i love ronan after having his MONOGAMY ONLY spiral going like no yeah bro three is good haha

something something snakes ronan idk

[chubby-dragon13]

An Unexpected Visit

Welp It’s been a century since I’ve written anything on this blog. My current hyperfixation fandom now is League of legends though there is literally no WG stories for this fandom at all and the only ones ive seen are for the same females so ive just decided to write somthing for myself with my favorite ship, the two ninja masters Shen and Zed.

I WILL MAKE THIS AS OBVIOUS AS POSSIBLE. THIS IS A WEIGHT GAIN STORY SO IF YOU DONT LIKE IT JUST KEEP ON SCROLLING OK! PLEASE DONT LEAVE ANY HATE OK? THANKS.

He knew he was going to get caught. That was the plan after all. Did Shen wail on him a bit harder then he expected. Just a bit. It was honestly more surprising that he was alive if he really had to think about it. Like his father though Shen had that odd mercy that he never did understand and had him shipped to Tuula Prison where he was purged, rather painfully, of his shadow magic and left in a cell alone. Now he sits on his simple, slightly ratty bed and finishes his lunch for the day, just as he does everyday. He places the plate to the side and places his hand on his stomach. Looking down he flinches slightly at the new doughy softness that has made it’s self known slowly but surely in his time in this cell. Never being allowed to leave his cell much and eating more then he normally would has certainly taken its toll. The master of shadow never really ate much if at all most days and now to suddenly eat three meals a day and not move around much had added plushness he never thought he’d ever see on himself. He grimaces at the taught peasant tunic he’s wearing. It had been getting tighter recently. This would be the forth time he’d need a new shirt. A deep sigh escapes his lips as his hand moves over his distended stomach down to his thickened thighs. It was the oddest sensation to be so…big. Along with this size also came the weight. His movements were slow and and clunky compared to how they used to be because of it. Even walking has changed. From the smooth quick strides to an odd slow sway as his thighs push each other to move forward. Seeing what he’s become from what he was will never cease being embarrassing. Not that he can do much about it anymore. He lays back on the bed and winces as the bed frame creaks. Nothing to do now but lament what once was.

Shen isn’t entirely sure what he’s doing as he walks into the prison. For months now his mind has been filled with the thought of his childhood best friend since he was caught. Of course he pushed duty first above all else. He was caught and now paying for his crime. There should be nothing more to this story. It’s done and over with. At least it should be. His heart and mind seem to be telling him otherwise and was now dragging the Eye of Twilight to Tuula prison to see him. Perhaps if he sees him one more time he’ll finally get over this attachment. The guards are quick to let him in and don’t ask questions when he asks to be left alone with Usan. He’s informed where his cell is and makes a bee line there. As he gets closer though he slows and begins to second guess himself a bit. Why is he doing this again? What was the point? Usan was gone only Zed remained. Yet why did he keep thinking there was a bit of him that he loved still left in this albino man? No. He had to do this. Closer was the only way to truly move on. He’s walking pace renewed he quickly made it to what was supposed to be Zed’s cell but as he peers in he doesn’t see the slender pale figure he was expecting to see. In its place was still a pale form but it was much, much larger then he remembered. Quietly he takes a couple unsure steps forward towards the large man and experimentally calls out to them.

“Usan? Zed? Is that you?” The figure suddenly goes completely still like it was flash frozen and now a statue. Burgundy eyes look back at him with a wide surprised expression. He knew those eyes. This was most definitely Zed. Shen enters his cell and watches as Zed rolls his newly rotund body upright with a couple soft grunts. The albino puffs a bit and takes in a breath as he sits on the bed.

“Shen. What brings you here? I’m sure you’ve heard I am incapable of causing trouble without my powers.” The ginger looks down at the pudgy man with a raised eyebrow. Despite his shock of seeing Zed like this he keeps his voice in his usual calm monotone.

“I am certain the lack of power is a smaller reason for you not causing trouble.” The former Master of Shadows glares up at him. Ah, so there is still some fire in him. That’s oddly nice to see.

“Glad to see your eyes are still functioning.” Zed snaps back at him. Shen sighs.

“I did not come here to fight with you.” The huff that comes from the seated male tells him that he does not believe him.

“Then do tell. Why are you here?” A simple enough question to ask. Not so simple to answer. He supposes being truthful and blunt should be the way to go. Like pulling out a thorn.

“I came here to see you.” The expression of disbelief on Zed’s face tells him he’s still untrusting. Zed knows Shen does not lie but he couldn’t be here for such a simple reason.

“You came here. To see me? Why?” Shen breaks eye contact and lets his blue tinted eyes roam down towards Zed’s new acquisition. The bulging mass sitting heavily in his lap, taking up so much space on those larger thighs that are spread wide on the bed. He is completely transfixed on this new plump form. Every curve and bulge unique and begging him to reach out and explore the tattooed pale mass underneath that strained tunic that seems to be struggling to hold back the, what he assumes to be, slowly growing belly underneath. He clearly was going to need a new shirt soon and possibly new pants as well to hold all of him in. The normally stone face of Zed has gained a hint of red as the Eyes of Kinkou Master roam his body. He clears his throat to try to regain Shen’s attention and those glowing blue eyes look back up at his cherubic face.

“Well? Now that you’ve looked me over enough answer the question. Why are you here?” Shen coughs into his hand and is obviously trying to shove his awkwardness down.

“I told you, I came here to see you. I am not sure why either. You have…been on my mind a lot recently and I thought perhaps if I saw you again I could move on.” The truth has been revealed and a slightly uncomfortable silence fills the air.

“I see. Well, you’ve seen me. Can you move on now?” The slight sadness in Zed’s voice as he says that is not lost on Shen.

“No.” He says bluntly. It was true as well. Seeing Zed, and his new form, again has only increased his heart and mind’s desire to be close to the one he loved, loves, once more. A deep inhale and a couple large strides is the only warning Zed gets as Shen closes the space between them and crouches down to embrace him fully. The albino man goes completely still in shock. Oh. He was not expecting this at all. The embrace was so warm and strong. Large hands squeezing his soft, yielding flesh.Defined jaw and cheekbones pushed against pudgy, round cheeks. Muscular torso against plush belly and breasts. Contrasts so stark but so oddly pleasant against each other. It takes Zed a few moments to fully sink into the hug and return it with his own plush arms. They stay like this for a good while before one of the large hands moves to the front and gives the large fatty mass a gentle squeeze. This brings a sudden small gasp from the shorter man.

“So forward are we?” The assailant lets out a soft, short laugh, hand working the swollen fat slightly.

“I would be lying if I said I was not a bit curious to feel what your body felt like now.” A small strange shiver runs down Zed’s spine. Curious was he? Maybe he should indulge in Shen’s curiosity. He pushes Shen back a bit and lifts the tunic up and off him, letting the restrained tattooed fat flood forward.

“Oh.” Is all the Eye of Twilight can muster as his vision is filled with jiggling paleness. His mouth going a bit dry at the sight of so much ample fat. He can’t remember ever being attracted to larger men but there is just something about the way Zed wears all of this that just seems so nice. A pudgy hand rubs softly at the bulging stomach ever so tauntingly.

“Well, you want a feel?” Yes. Yes he does. Shen wastes no time in letting his hands sink deeply into the blubbery mound on Zed’s lap. It was so warm and lush so perfect for holding. He squeezes his way down to the marked underbelly and lifts the full mass slightly and lets it fall into place. Blue eyes locked in and completely mesmerized by the wobbling it does. A chuckle breaks his concentration.

“I did not take you for someone so interested in this?” Zed gestures to his bloated frame. Shen smiles slightly.

“Neither did I. I suppose I just can not resist you no matter what you look like.” Red flashes across ivory skin.

“Ah. Ever the one for flattery hm?” A surprising tender kiss lands and presses against his belly. The smile widening a bit more.

“No. I just speak truth. You have always been lovely and I still mean it.”  A gentle push that is so reminiscent from when they were young lands on Shen’s face. It seems he has managed to fluster the once cold shadow master. He watches in amusement as the albino squirms slightly and is red faced from embarrassment. Cute. His hand goes up to cup his soft cheek and rubs it tenderly. Getting up he continues to stroke Zed’s cheek. Light blue and burgundy eyes meet before closing. Lips meet with passion that had been pent up for so long. Hands eagerly taking as much of each other as they can until the stronger of the two pushes them down onto the bed. The hefty round frame is quickly straddled. Big plump belly pressed against hardened abs. The kiss breaks when they run out of breath and Shen is looking down at the panting face underneath and can’t help but dip down to kiss the thick layer of fat that has given Zed a second chin. A small laugh comes out of the pale man.

“Having fun?” A hand lands on the center of the tattooed girth and wobbles it a little playfully.

“Yes. How could I not?” Shen lays himself down next to Zed on the bed and holds him close. The hand has not left the shadow masters portly stomach and starts rubbing circles into it. A quiet groan escapes the bloated man. That feels so wonderful. A chuckle comes out of the ginger and he leans in to kiss the others cheek.

“Is that nice?” The white haired man nods and presses himself more into him. So desperate for the touch of one another. So much time has past. So much time wasted. Now they will waste no more time. No more what if’s or wondering what could have been. Living in the past no longer when the future holds something worth thinking about. The blue clad ninja squeezes him tightly, fingers caressing down the side and takes a large handful of a ripe love handle. The tattooed man in his arms holds on to one of his powerful biceps and rests his head underneath his chin. A position they have not had in many years. Calm, comfortable silence befalls them until a faint rumble disturbs the quiet. A dark eyebrow raises up and blue eyes cast down at the tint of red against alabaster cheeks.

“Hungry?” The sound returns to answer for the question. The albino in his arms grumbles as he tries to hide his face from the spirit eyes.

“I’ll take that as a yes then. I suppose I’ll have to remember to bring something for you to eat next time I visit.” A half hearted smack to his arm causes him to laugh faintly.

“As if I need more food.” Zed complains. His belly betraying his declaration with an audible rumble. A kiss makes its way onto his head.

“Well it isn’t like you are going anywhere and whats the harm of having something a little special when I visit?” Dark red eyes look up at him slightly narrowed in suspicion.

“If I didn’t know better I would be assuming you like me like this?” He emphasizes “this” by grabbing a hand full of his plush middle. A war worn callous hand grabs the pale pudgy one and runs a thumb across it.

“Usan, I will like you no matter your form. I will admit your new softness is pleasant but it’s you I adore more then anything.” The ever obvious blush that casts upon Zed’s face brings Shen a deep joy. Those dark ruby eyes cast down a bit as their owner musters up his voice.

“You are just flattering me.” The voice says softly. A finger and thumb come up to take the fat under Zed’s chin and lift his head up to meet loving blue eyes.

“We both know that I am not lying to you. I love you as much as you love me my Heartlight. No amount of weight will change that.” The kiss that comes after is filled with love that makes the once cold shadow master’s heart flutter like when he was young. Parting leaves them wanting a bit more and dip back in for a quick peck before they gain tender smiles on their faces.

“I know you do not lie. That has always been something I have done but not you. You’ve always been so blunt and to the point.” This brings a chortle out of Shen.

“I have no reason to lie and don’t always care for small talk when there is a matter at hand. Like what I should bring you. “ He says a bit cheekily. The large hand returns to its new favorite place upon the large engorged stomach and gives it a playful pinch. An equally playful swat comes down on the cheeky hand. The rarest of broad smiles appears upon the normally stoic face of the Eye of Twilight.

“Ass.” Is the only response he gets from the slightly pouty albino. The ginger decides in that moment would be a good moment to play dumb and reaches further back to pinch at the large behind of the Master of Shadows which prompts a quicker, slightly harder swat. Shen pretends to be confused and looks at him innocently.

“What? You said ass? I assumed that is where you wanted me to touch you?” Those deep red eyes narrow and a plump hand comes forth to squeeze at one of the blue coated large pecs. This in turn makes the cheeky ninja take in a sharp breath. A smirk is plastered on Zed’s face as it was now Shen’s turn to be dusted with red across his face.

“Hm? Is something wrong?” Oh so two can play at the pretending to be dumb game. Light blue eyes take their turn to narrow and the hand holding the wide doughy behind squeeze firmly making Zed gasp slightly. A tan face is quick to use the small distraction and worm its way to the side of Zed’s neck and bury itself. An assault of light kisses there follows and he can feel the blubbery body under him trembling and wobbling from the need to laugh and squirm. Stubborn, still is the shadow master and trying so desperately to maintain his composer in a losing battle. It’s not long before he’s laughing sparaticly and trying to wiggle out of the very strong grasp. Damn Shen and his ridiculous strength! The onslaught continues and the albino is helpless until Shen feels some mercy to let Zed breath. A pleased smile clear on his face.

“I hate you.” Is the response he gives to the man next to him. There is no malice in his voice at all as he says this and the spirit seer knows this.

“I love you too Zed.” That statement is punctuated with a kiss and a huff from the white haired man. He was grumpy it seems.

“My poor Heartlight. Did that upset you? Would you feel a little better if I bring you those dumplings I know you like the next time I visit?” The sudden stillness from Zed tells Shen all he needs to know. He still remembers fondly the times they would go and get them together and even the times Zed had snuck off to get some by himself. They were delicious and he could not blame his love for liking them so much.

“I’ll take that as a yes and perhaps I should bring you some larger clothing as well? Im sure these garbs won’t last much longer and I would hate for you to be so uncomfortable. Maybe even a couple sizes bigger so you have a little room to grow into.” A much deeper red spreads across those chubby white cheeks. Shen tugs curiously on the hem of Zed’s pants. There was not much give there and the stitching down towards those thick thighs were becoming quite strained. The larger body clearly needed room to breath, and grow. The blushing man was oddly quiet which in Shen’s experience means that he is right in his assumption.

“You think I will get bigger?” An uncertain voice says. Blue eyes soften at the question. He muscular man sighs and caresses a warm cheek.

“I do not know but I will love you none the less. I am serious though. I would like to make sure you are comfortable.” The slightly concerned expression turns into questioning.

“I am in prison. I am not supposed to be comfortable” Ah, there he goes starting to push away his love slightly again. Shen will not let him do that again this time non again. A warm soft hand is placed upon his firm jaw draws his attention.

“I know that face. It seems you are determined to make me as comfortable as possible and I can not do much about it can I?” A low chuckle comes out from the blue ninja.

“No, you can’t do anything about it. I will love you and let it be known to you in any way I can.” He says confidently. A pleasant smile grows on Zeds’s face.

“I should have expected nothing less. I love you too My Heartlight.” The albino ends that sentence with a full hug, unifying them once more. They sigh in blissful comfort and time seem to stand still. The world feels so distant from this moment and neither of them wish to return to reality. Unfortunately time does pass and eventually Shen’s visit must come to an end. When the Eye of Twilight shifts to get up Zed knows his blissful time with him is tragically over. Fully sitting up he watches his love stand and stretch before offering him a hand to get up himself.

“Guide me to the door?” A dry short laugh leaves Zed. The door was only a couple steps behind Shen but it would be rude not to see him out. He takes the offered hand and heaves himself up to his feet. All that fat he is carrying drops down and bounces a bit. Standing up he follows the same route that Shen did and stretches a bit leaving his belly open for a couple hands to cup the bulging fat. His own hands meet the strong firm ones as he smiles up at the owner.

“I will miss you.” The master of shadows says honestly. He does not know how long his beloved will be gone but even now before he has even left his heart already aches for him to return. One of the hands moves up to stroke his cheek. A strong, hard abdomen pushes into his lush belly. Those eyes still full of affection he long since thought he would never see again. The lips he longs to kiss over and over part to speak.

“And I will miss you as well. So much. I will try to visit you as much as I can. Perhaps one day when you will be released we can try to have a normal life. As normal as we could have it.” A hopeful dream. Zed would normally crush those dreams as soon as they arise but this time there just seemed to be so much mirth and hope in this one that he just did not have the heart to break it. He would love to try and start life over with Shen once more. Fat or not he would have his love and that is all that mattered now to him. The order would survive with Kayn, it was not like he could do much in this state anyway. Why not try to be happy for once in his life?

“I would adore that, My Heartlight.” The taller man smiles warmly before leaning down to ensnare his plump love in a deep final kiss. Their arms wrapping tightly around one another as if they would never see each other again. Who knew how long it would be before they would see each other again. The kiss breaks with slight panting and immeasurable amounts of fondness. They are stalling for the inevitable departure, they know it, but it is hard to say goodbye after just fully reconnecting.

“Please…be safe.” Is the one request that comes from the shorter man. A hand squeezes his plump upper arm reassuringly.

“I will. For you. In turn I expect you to behave. If you seem like you’ve change it could make it easer to have you released from here.” A hand gestures to the surrounding cell. A short chortle leaves the prisoner.

“By the time I’m allowed to leave I am sure I will be as wide as the doorway.” Zed says sarcastically. Shen glances behind him to look at the aforementioned doorway. It was quite wide. At least double the width Zed was now. A small flash of thought fills the gingers mind for a moment. The thought of Zed being that large made his insides unusually warm. He keeps his stoic face and doesn’t show a hint of what he was currently thinking about.

“As I said and will continue to say. That will not bother me in the slightest. As long as it is you, you may look however you wish. I will always love you.” The heartfelt sentiment is reciprocated with a quick kiss to the jaw from the shadow master.

“I know. I suppose this is where you leave?” Those burgundy eyes glint with a touch of sorrow. Shen breathes heavily with equal amounts of gloom.

“Unfortunately. I will send letters to you between my visits. If we cannot see each other frequently then we can at least write.”  The forlorn feeling in the room lessens slightly at that proclamation.

“I would like that. Very much. Goodbye My Heartlight.” Zed says softly.

“Goodbye, My Love.” Their departure is marked with the actual final embrace and deep passionate kiss. How they wish they did not wish to part but alas it can not be for now. They had waited years for each other with their dispute what is a few more with pleasant visits and and ever growing love.

[gryphonablaze]

first two chunks of the angel lives/maya gets kidnapped fic

(Present VHers are Maya, Kreig, Gaige, and Zer0. Axton and Sal are somewhere else or w/e. Mostly because I don’t know their characters well enough to reliably write them. Sorry babes)

‘No… no, this is wrong. This is wrong.’ Maya felt… almost confused. She fell to her knees in front of Angel.

‘Let… me go… It’s okay…’ 

‘N-no, it’s not. It’s not!’ Maya sounded close to tears. She took a healing syringe from her pocket and stuck it into Angel’s thigh. She winced. ‘Gaige, Kreig, get her more of these.’ Maya’s voice was commanding, even through all the breaks. ‘Zer0, crack open one of those pipes. Fill the empty syringes with Eridium. Lilith, once there’s enough Eridium, take everyone to Sanctuary and get Angel to Zed’s.’ 

Zer0 suddenly flickered, and disappeared from where he was standing. The other two Vault Hunters nodded and got to work. Gaige took the empty syringe from Maya and gave her a fresh one. 

‘Please just let me go…’ Angel begged. 

‘No! You deserve a real life! I won’t let you die before you get that!’ Carefully, Maya grabbed the collar clamped around Angel’s neck. With a little bit of Phaselock force, it cracked open. She tossed it aside. 

Maya picked Angel up from the ground and handed her to Roland, then took the Vault Key from where it had fallen behind her. The other three Hunters and Deathtrap returned with armfuls of eridium-filled medical syringes. 

‘Alright, everyone ready? Here we go!’

Suddenly, something choked her. Involuntarily, a Phaselock bubble formed, and she was kept in place while everyone else disappeared in a fiery flash. 

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All of the group landed on their feet in the center of sanctuary. Roland began running with Angel toward Zed’s, and the Eridium-laden Vault Hunters all followed. Lilith dropped to one knee to catch her breath. 

‘What in tarnation--’

Deathtrap nearly broke the door in opening it. Roland pushed a bandit corpse off the one actual hospital bed in the room and set Angel on it. 

‘Set up an IV for her. Put, uh… mix some Eridium with the healing compound,’ He ordered. Kreig, after dropping his payload onto the floor, began assaulting the vending machine for as many healing hypos as it could digistruct.

‘Now just who in the blazes is this?’

‘It’s Angel. She’s the one who sabotaged Sanctuary’s shields at Jack’s command, and also tricked Roland, Lilith, Brick and Mordy into opening the first Vault.’ Gaige informed him cheerfully. ‘But she’s one of the good guys now. Didn’t see THAT one comin’.’ She glanced aside. ‘Unless, y’know, you’ve done this before.’  

‘No,’ Angel groaned, ‘I…  did horrible things…  you should…  hate me.’ 

Zed paused for a moment. 

‘Well. That, uh, that certainly is a heavy history, ain’t it?’ He grabbed an IV bag. ‘Now does the needle go in toward the hand, or away…?’ 

‘Toward,’ Gaige told him.

‘Thanks.’ 

‘Gaige, tell me please, how is it that a schoolgirl... would need to know that?’ Zer0 sounded incredulous and mildly concerned.

‘It was an example in a problem in the gravity-pressure chapter of my physics textbook. Has to go in the same direction as the flow of blood.’ 

‘... huh...’ 

It was only about five minutes after Angel was stable that the rush of adrenaline began to wear off for anyone. Everybody stepped outside to get some air.

‘Guys,’ Lilith asked, ‘where’s Maya?’ 

Everyone stopped. 

‘That, uhh…’ Gaige tried, scanning the area around them. ‘That is a… very… good… question…’ 

‘LOCK THE LOCK IN THE DOOR LOCK OF THE HOUSE,’ Kreig offered in his usual loud manner. 

‘We know that you try, but to us all your words are… untranslatable.’ 

Zer0 is right. Would it kill you to speak coherently? (crossed out and bold means inner Kreig)

‘No, no, I think he might be onto something,’  Roland muttered. 

‘We don’t need to figure out his word puzzle, we should just split up and look around Sanctuary for Maya.’ 

‘LOCK THE LOCK IN THE LOCK HOUSE!’ Kreig sounded slightly annoyed. He shoved Roland and Lilith aside and marched off to the HQ building.

‘Wow, uh, that wasn’t like, at all rude.’ 

‘Lock, lock… in… a house… lock… away? In a house…?’ 

‘Put something away’ Zer0 started, ‘But then what goes with a lock? If there’s a lock, there’s…’

‘A key!’ Roland finished. ‘She went to put the vault key away in HQ.’ 

Everyone shared a small ‘ooh, okay. Yeah.’ before they turned toward the HQ building. Kreig had left the door open. As soon as they entered, he came stomping down the stairs. Tannis was totally indifferent to the whole endeavor.

‘HOLLOW BONES! BIRD AND ROCK SPEAK OF HOLLOW BONES!’ 

‘Brick and Mordecai said she wasn’t here?’ Roland frowned. ‘Where else woul--’

‘How did you get all that from ‘hollow bones?’’ Lilith interrupted. ‘I thought telepathy was Angel’s thing.’ 

‘Well, bird is Mordecai and rock is Brick. ‘Hollow’ meant ‘empty,’ and ‘bone’ sounds like ‘home,’ so ‘empty home,’ meaning she’s not here.’

‘NIPPLE SALADS!’ 

‘I don’t know what that means, thou--’

‘Uh, guys? I feeeeeeel like we should be, y’know,’ Gaige waved one finger in a circle. ‘Looking for Maya?’  

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‘Nobody I’ve talked to has seen her,’ Gaige said over the table. ‘What about you guys?’

‘Also nothing,’ Roland reported. 

‘Why did we even bother searching?’ Lilith spat. ‘I think we all know what happened, even if nobody said it. And she’s not even at the control core anymore either. I lost her.’ 

There was a long pause. 

‘It’s not your fault,’ Brick started.

‘Isn’t it? I’m the one who teleported us all. I’m the one who left her--’

‘RAAAAAAAAARRRRRGH!!’

Maya screamed. 

Her voice echoed in their heads, and her face twisted in pain was a ghost in their vision. 

‘Yes!!’ Gaige cheered. She received offended silence from the others. ‘What? I mean, obviously I’m not happy that she’s suffering and all, BUT this means that she’s alive! AND she can do the head-talking thingy that Angel does, so she can still communicate with us even though she isn’t answering her echo.’ 

‘O… kay, good point. That is worth celebrating, I guess…’ Roland added.

Lilith did not look so appeased. 

‘We. Need. To find her,’ She growled through clenched teeth.

[hobgayblin]

HOW ARE YOU SO RIGHT AT EVERYTHING??? I do think he is intentionally coded in some parts. There are so many hints I think there must be at least one person at Riot pitching for it (And if there is I thank them for it tbh) With Sone is one of the most uninteresting things I have seen, it is just "good girl must cure evil man from his bad doings with the power of love" and all the phantom of the opera comparisons make me snooze ( 1 - ? )

With Jinx it is creepy but thankfully I don't see it much. AND MAN I AM TIRED of seeing that Nami pair EVERYWHERE. On the circles of my language it is even more popular than with Sona. I think they pair it bc of that artist that makes her spit water at him and the skt skins.. Is just jhinsxna 2.0 but without any basis. And I also don't like many gay Jhin pairs except with Thresh and sometimes Pyke. I just think it would be fun for them to be evil together even before DC Jhin ( 2 - ? ) (IDK where 3 went or if you miscounted but RIP) Sylas and Sett?? That is big brain move. A friend of mine portrays Thresh and Kalista having a sibling dynamic and I like that SO much better. She could be that serious scary but secretly protective big sis that makes sures her bro doesn't get his evil lil heart broken and I really like that. With Hecarim and Karthus is rlly good I have no complains. Also happy im not the only one salty at spirit blossom. There was even a lore youtuber claiming it was canon with 0 basis ( 4 - ? ) THERE ARE SO MANY PAIRS THAT DESERVE TO BE CANON RIOT. Tf and Graves, Diana and Leo, Vi and Cait... and then they make Karma and Zed a thing for some reason? Come on. Also Eve and TF being gay - lesbian solidarity friends is my jam. I personally hc Eve as genderfluid and I like to pair her with Akali. Also sorry for all the asks I just thought I should give a proper response sakdnafk ( 5 - 5 )

God I hope its intentional coding even tho you know. it would be multitrack demonization of mental illness and gay men but... i think he deserves to be fucked up and homosexual !! ALSO YEAH YEAH THE  "good girl must cure evil man from his bad doings with the power of love" DYNAMIC IS SOOOOO FUCKING BORING. SHES NOT GONNA CURE SHIT HES GONNA KILL HER MIKU LOOKALIKE ASS.

RIP IM SORRY U GOTTA SEE N*MI/JHIN SO MUCH.... F IN CHAT. I haven’t seen jhin/pyke tho that sounds 👀 I simply only allow jhin ships when theyre with my other husbands gsdfhkkhsdkh

THRESH KALISTA SIBLING DYNAMIC IS GOOD !!! i Love sibling dynamic stuff so much and sibling dynamic Evil Ghost Bitches sounds so fucking funny sgfgdshkf also what the FUCK is that lore youtuber SMOKING bro the only interaction they have (that i know of) is in spirit blossom where theyre working AGAINST eachother like. ahri is trying to stop him :/

YEAH BRO HARD AGREE ON ALL OF THOSE. riot we already know these bitches are gay make these 3 ships real already honestly. AND WH..... KARMA/ZED??? THATS A THING?? IVE NEVER SEEN THAT THE ONLY SHIPS I SEE W/ ZED ARE SHEN OR JHIN (or kayn which is Bad). Also god genderfluid Eve is so valid this bitch is a demon she doesnt need no cissed gender, and also eve/akali is SO good I love it... k/da did one thing right and thats eve/akali. and dw abt all the asks gsdhfghsdf we’re both goin off at each other like

[demonphannie]

dan and phil - july 2017

7/12

first week (1-7): crash bandicoot review from dan. wow phil tweets about crash bandicoot. more crash bandicoot tweets (when will they play for the gaming channel?!?!?!). thomas sanders is a darling and loves dan and phil. phil ordered pizza to the old phlat. dan and phil in YOUTUBERS REACT TO BTS (K-Pop). phil liked baby driver. new gaming video: DIL GIVES BIRTH! - Dan and Phil Play: Sims 4 #42. dan enjoys sharing with the internet that phil finds it stupid that dan wears a hoodie and his boxer briefs around the house. fourth of july pancake tweet #content. dan liveshow! (highlights: missing the america flight, people were doing shots on the plane, he pet a lot of dogs in la, cool fka twigs merch, dan basically just took a facebook pillow from vidcon without consent, dogs and babies make him happy, also asparagus, he doesn’t wanna give dalien to the aliens, lorde is good, also vince staples, he was nervous curling phil’s hair, dan is dumb and thinks yoi is queerbaiting, dan wants a grand piano). phil hates grapefruit. dan loves it when you call him danyul howul. phil bought a v v tall houseplant and also they have round walls. phil liveshow! (highlights: he thought it would be a smaller plant, jetlaggy, he feels a sore throat coming on, phil is not an iron man supporter, get on the right team, iron man is overrated, stop living in the past, fruity juggler, cat’s dog sigma is v v good, the next sims is a house decorating, baby driver was good, phil is a finger guns kinda guy, scary spider means it’s time to move, he took a quiz and he is a humanitarian, hamsters are my city). anthony padilla series pt i:  Stop saying we look alike! (ft. Daniel Howell). marshmallow drinks from phil. 

second week (8-14): london pride tweets from dan and phil ❤️💛💚💙💜. also dan is there in spirit and if i’m not mf crying right now??????? wow. new gaming video: STOP SEARCHING FOR THIS! - Dan and Phil Play: HIGHER OR LOWER. dan is the mom friend as confirmed by anthony. phil loved spiderman homecoming. “Does it count as half a press-up if I just lie on the floor?” inspirational quotes from phil lester. watch dan and phil play ddr it’s good. the rain is god peeing on you. new daniel howell video: Would you date THE REAL Dan? (what a loser honestly). phil gets emotional over undercover boss. dan realized that he was flirting with all his neighbors on tinder. phil liveshow! (highlights: he placed a plant behind him but it doesn’t usually go there phil lester is a fake, he isn’t sick as he thought, fruity boye, crash bandicoot playing with dan, it’s not vodka it’s water, going to wimbledon on sunday!!!!, appreciating tennis face, voting for what shirt he’s going to wear, dan thinks he looks like a white science teacher, the pug shirt wins, he’s happy dan is taking care of the houseplants, excited for game of thrones, ice cream floats are good, the lesters used to go to lagos every summer in the same house, portugal with the lesters stories, excited for stranger things, get someone that knows law to check your renting contract, phil is a unicorn hipster, he does a buzzfeed quiz, anthony uploading bloopers with dan is an excuse to leave). anthony padilla series pt ii: Stop saying we look alike! [BLOOPERS] (ft. Daniel Howell). dan and phil raised a lot of money for the red cross with the manchester shirts good job boyes! new amazingphil video/anthony padilla series pt iii: Anthony, Dan or a RAT? NATHAN ZED POSTS A PIC OF THEM TOGETHER WOW THANK YOU GOD.

third week (15-21): dan is back in his hometown acting like a fucking ninja. dan posts a really good pic of colin (the howells’ dog) and i would not only like to thank god but jesus as well. time isn’t real (source: AmazingPhil). dan and phil in YOUTUBERS REACT TO ODDLY SATISFYING COMPILATION #2. day in the life at wimbledon: dan posts a really genuinely super nice selfie thank you god, strawberries and cream selfie, selfie from the court, some nice shots of dnp at the game, also spotted in this video. phil is blocking out the GoT spoilers (and i guess dan is too). phil asks what the next season of dan and phil plushies should be and pastel wins (what the fuck guys why didn’t pajamas win i’ve literally be screaming). phil has laryngitis and dan weighs in for honestly no reason why does he keep trying to be noticed by phil. dan liveshow! (highlights: dan has social anxiety but he’s plenty confident, dan likes his youtube comments, big ant, he flirted with everyone in a kilometer radius so he literally was just flirting with his neighbors, that’s why he can’t leave the house, dan watched back phil’s liveshow to hear him say anal tampon, being back in wokingham was scury, wimbledon talks, they got there in a taxi in the special entrance and almost got arrested, dan loves pimms, jim and tanya were there, filmed a tomska sketch, dunkirk talks, philly is still sicky). phil’s voice is coming back! PHIL HITS FIVE MIL!….on twitter :/. fdjknvxc someone received merch that’s not released yet. phil liveshow! (highlights: it’ll be short because he was told not to talk, he went to the dentist, vocal range testing, hah what merch that leaked, fruit flies but no fruit, phil is the fruit). dan is a heckler. anthony padilla series pt iv: wtf am i doing (ft. Phil). new merch! backpacks and pastel edits poster.

fourth week (22-31): happy coaster via phil lester photography. dan is just stupid and thought he was stuck in a lift. new gaming video: ‘Stormy Ascent’ - THE HARDEST CRASH BANDICOOT LEVEL EVER (this is god tier gaming). twitter games with phil. dan is in a tomska vlog: Last Week I Got A Gun. new daniel howell video/anthony padilla series pt v: PSA: Stop Emo Shaming. guilty pup phil knocked down soundproof boards in the gaming room with his thicc ass. dan liveshow! (highlights: in the moon room, he doesn’t want to share the room with the internet because it’s not aesthetically appealing, mirror themed items, he wrote the emo shaming video in the car on the way to anthony’s house, dan waxes poetic about emo culture, phil cursing, he got rejected from mark and spencer’s, they are trying to do livestream gaming, unironic candle haul maybe, make a wish tomorrow, guild wars two things, myspace talks, he likes tyler the creators new album and i agree, likes new louis tomlinson, he’s a shorn sheep, they will get evicted like jake paul, diss track one of this best videos). cute make a wish pic. slime floor via phil lester photography. phil liveshow! (highlights: glasses, pupils dilated, floater in his eye, voice is back, shorn sheep, goth phil, drinking glasses are iridescent, he can hear his neighbor sneeze so they can probably hear dan screaming, nicole from make a wish beat phil at mariokart, parents are going to be in london next week to celebrate his mum’s birth, he doesn’t know london that much, phil has a clean sheet fetish, phil has an afternoon cookie and coffee fetish, he likes his red bomber jacket the best, also his nice suit for weddings, he hasn’t used his new red glasses frames at all, phil tried really hard to get the g note for dan’s video, he has a good visual memory). dan and phil appear in DARKIPLIER vs ANTISEPTICEYE (and accompanying bloopers). dan in tomska sketch First Contact (feat. Daniel Howell) (and accompanying bloopers). new gaming video:  SOLVE THIS CRIME - Dan and Phil play: Layton’s Mystery Journey! phil’s review of dunkirk is good. hint to a sleepless night. new amazingphil video: A HUNGRY Sleepless Night With Phil. dan has to go to a meeting and not be in pajamas?! heresy. dan is a woman from olden times.

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❥Fearful

• 4 • ♕ Chapter IV ♕ We stayed the night in an old insurance company place after clearing it out. The rain had got so bad Andy couldn't see, either. This morning, or it could be noon already, he has the map spread out on the floor while I sat in the rolling chair while my feet laid on of one of the desks there. He was using a permanent marker to pinpoint where we are to where we need to be. "My ex's house is about fifty or so miles from here, but we need to really find some food and water on the way," he announced while I spun around in the chair carelessly. "I'm not feeling so good and we're running on fumes in the car, too." "What do you suggest we do, then?" I murmured, now bouncing the rubber bands that I found off my thumbs to the walls. Andy spun his head around to face me like he was an owl, pulling his blonde hair behind his ear. "Do you even want to go? Tired of me already?" I shook my head and hesitated, "No, not at all. We're always moving, never staying in one place for too long." "My family—" He started to say, but I interrupted with a nod and my hand up. "I know and I'm sorry," I apologized, knowing my mistake from the jump. "I didn't mean to imply anything to it. I'm just tired, that's all." "The sooner, the better," he commented, rolling up on the map perfectly. "Once we find them, then we can rest. Until then, we move." He packed the map into his rucksack and grabbed up his other duffle bag to throw over his shoulder as well. "This place ain't got any food or water," he continued off from his last thought. "We need that in order to survive, y'know." I hopped up from the rolling chair and dusted myself off as well. With a sigh, I asked, "What do you suggest we do, then, Andy? Go through the drive-thru at the McDonald's down the street?" "You know what I mean," he huffed and signaled for me to get my shit together. "Let's hurry up now or I'll leave your ass behind." Even with his threats, a small part of me would like to believe that he wouldn't just leave me behind. I didn't with him, so why would he not with me? Nevertheless, I got my shit together and headed right out of the door behind him. He threw his stuff in the backseat of the car and I did the same as well. The ground was wet from the night of rain and a few branches were in here and there now from the damage. He shuffled into the driver's seat while I jumped into the passenger's seat next to him. He started the car and we got going down the road, seeing a few dead ones on the side of the road. "What is it that we're supposed to call them, anyways?" I asked of him, wondering aloud. "I haven't really thought of it before, I guess, but don't they deserve a name, too?" "They don't deserve shit," he spat with a good point, too. "Well, I know that, but we can't just keep calling 'the dead,'" I pointed out, myself, seeing them trying to grab the car as we sped past them. "Call them whatever you want," he hissed, tension rising in the air. "Doesn't make a difference of who they are now." "Well, I'm going to start calling them something other than the dead," I made notice of. I know that he didn't care about this or for me to keep talking, either. However, I was really thinking of a name to call them for now on, other than the usual. Horror stories called them zombies, but it was too original. I wanted the dead to have something more fit to them now. "How about skin-walkers?" I wondered aloud, but noticed the length of the name. "Zeds, maybe?" "Zeds it is, then," he muttered, giving in alas. "Anyways, have you ever pumped gas out of another car before?" I pulled my eyebrows together in question and gulped. What is he making me do now? "No, but why, though?" He turned to face me and stated, "Well, we need gas, that's why." He pointed up ahead at a lot of abandoned cars along with a small store that advertised guns and ammo. "You get some gas from these cars and I'll go inside and look around. Sound good?" I bit down on my bottom lip, but ended up just nodding. He was going to win this argument, anyways. He parked and started to get out, but a few zeds started to come our way. "Two on my side. What about you?" he asked, gripping his gun. "Four," I sighed and closed my eyes for a split second. Two men and two women each, to be exact, on my side. "Let's do this, then," he muttered and jumped out on his side, blaring bullets with his silencer on his pistol. I got out on my side, too, and used my machete to take two of the four out immediately. The other two kept coming for me and I knew that I shouldn't scared – by now, I shouldn't be – but the way they kept coming at me nearly sent piss down my legs. I swung my machete and nearly hit the woman, but got the man in the neck. His head hung off his shoulders, exposing all the blood and shit in his neck, but he still kept coming at me. I couldn't believe this. It was so ungodly-like. "Roxie!" I heard Andy call to me, but I didn't dare look over there at him. I kept my focus on the dead right in front of me. "Kill them or let them kill you, shit." This fear of mine began to boil into anger because of Andy and his taunting. He just stood there while I tried to defend myself. I pulled my machete back and screamed while I swung it forward right into the female's head, yanking it out only a split second later to take out the guy next. I sliced his head completely off while it flew elsewhere and rest of his his body fell. I was heaving and huffing out of the intense frustration from those killings. I peered over my shoulder and seen Andy still standing there, clearly very unimpressed. He nodded, but I couldn't tell for what, and started walking towards me. I lowered my machete, placing it in my belt loop, and watched as he shoved a gas jug into my stomach. "Here's your gas jug," he instructed, revealing a small tube. "And here's the tube you'll use to suck the gas out of and hold it at the end to pour it in the jug. You got it? You understand?" I nodded and grabbed the tube from him to hold in my free hand. He turned on his heel and began to walk away, going towards the old shop. I bit down on my bottom lip and gulped, and it felt like I was swallowing a rock, to be honest. I stomped down my boot and called out, "Andy! Hey, Andy!" He stopped and slowly began to turn towards me. He pursed his lips together and titled his head off to the side. "What?" I gripped the tube tight, so I wouldn't have to use it to strangle him with. "Why didn't you defend me back there with those zeds, huh?" I raised my voice high, just so he would know that I'm deadly serious. "I could've died, Andy, and I'm just not ready for that yet." Now, he seemed impressed by the look on his face. He nodded, pursing his lips together again, and simply said: "You've done good, Rock. Is that what you wanted to hear?" On his heel, he turned back around and went on by himself. I wanted to ask him what he meant when he called me Rock instead of my real name. Was that supposed to be some sort of new nickname for me? Nevertheless, I had to get my shit together and get us some gas. I wasn't going to waste anymore time on him. I went to a red car that was first to my right and kneeled at where the gas tank was. I popped open the lid and stuck the tube down in it. I started to suck on it, immediately tasting the substance of the tube on my tongue, but kept the gas coming. When I seen it coming up close to my mouth, I stopped and held it, sliding the tube into the gas jug. It poured down in there, but it was only a little bit. The next car I went to was gray and, just like the red car, I did to this one. The next truck I went to, however, some of the gas got in my mouth and I nearly puked it all up. The very next thing that I know, Andy's coming back with a big bag full of weapons. He smiled, obviously pleased that he found some stuff, and tossed it in the back seat of our car. I stood outside by the hood of the car as I had been waiting on him to get back by now. He opened the driver side door up and stood there for a minute, staring at me. "You comin' or what, Rock?" I stared right back at him, hesitating on rather to tell him off or letting it go. All of this inner anger was about to be released. I could feel it now more than ever before as that cocky ass smirk played along his lips. "I'm not The Rock, Andy," I stated, referring to the wrestler, himself. "I'm just Roxie. The girl who will not die. Not today, not tomorrow. You're going to teach me how to survive, Andy. I'm serious, okay? I'm not going to die before I see my family again." Once again, he seemed impressed, but mostly taken back by my sudden outburst. He hitched up his left eyebrow, just like he was The Rock, himself, and chuckled under his breath. "Is that right, Rock? You want to survive? Is being a survivor who you want to be?" He came all the way around the car to came face to face with me. He grunted the next part, rudely: "Then, get your shit together, Roxie, and stop playing as the innocent victim. I'll teach you how to survive, but only if you do exactly what I say when I say it. It ain't gonna be easy." I cracked a smile and already felt so relieved. I titled my head and muttered, "Nobody ever said it was going to be."