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Title: When the leaves turn red

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x female reader

Summary: A cosy weekend away for two at a cabin sounds perfect, but you had no idea just how perfect it could be.

Genre: Established relationship / smut / fluff / proposal / 

Rating: 18+ (NSFW)

Warnings: Unprotected shower sex (wrap it before you tap it) / use of shower head during sex / oral (f.receiving) / fingering / creampie / explicit language / talk of marriage /

W/C: 2.8k

Banner: me

Beta: @downbad4yoongi and @moonleeai thank you both so much! 

Notes: this is for the "fall for you" event with @k-vanity my prompts were: Satay chicken noodle soup with squash - a cosy night in with a book and a mug of hot chocolate by the fireplace turns into something you could've never expected. Red maple cinnamon mocha: “Is being stuck in this cabin all day while it rains a bad thing? I think it's perfect.”

The sound of your feet on the wooden steps echo through the trees as you jog up to the porch, escaping the sheet of rain that fell the moment your car arrived. Looking down at your drenched clothes as they uncomfortably cling to your skin, you can't help the laugh that escapes you. 

“Well, this is unexpected weather. Even for autumn,” you begin, as you wring the water out of the bottom of your shirt, “it definitely wasn't on the forecast when I checked earlier today.”

When you get no response from Namjoon, you glance at him. Unusually quiet, he stares at the rainfall with a frown wrinkling his brow.

“Hey,” you say, flicking water from your cuff at him in an attempt to recapture his attention, “who's upset you, and do I need to fight them?”

He doesn't react, his mouth not even twitching at your joke. “We can't do the waterfall trek today. Do you realise that? It'll be too muddy to get there,” he responds, his sombre and irritated tone surprising you. 

Attempting to ease his tension, you squeeze his broad shoulders, hoping to offer some reassurance. “We still have tomorrow and Sunday to be able to do that, Joon. The waterfall’s not going anywhere.”

You notice how his jaw clenches and juts out as he chews the inside of his cheek, which he only does when annoyed. 

“I know that, but I wanted us to go today.”

A slight frown creases your forehead as you attempt to understand his determination. Reaching up on your tiptoes, you press kisses to his taut shoulders. The combination of the hard muscles and wet clothes against your lips calls out to you, making your insides feel electric. Sighing against him, you push your want aside.

“Maybe the rain won't last long and we can go later?”

He relaxes slightly under your touch, melting into it. “Hm.” he agrees, reluctantly. “I just…I had a plan for today, and now it's ruined.”

“In the words of Winston Churchill, however beautiful the strategy, you should occasionally look at the results,” you quote.

He looks over his shoulder at you then, with thoughtfulness in his eyes that you could get lost looking at. “What do you mean?”

“Is being stuck in this cabin all day while it rains a bad thing? I think it's perfect,” you respond, leaning against him again. “Besides,” your hands travel down the front of his shirt that clings flatteringly to his abs. Sliding your finger across them, enjoying the uneven path, mapping the way to a promise of pleasure, “all I want to do right now is take these wet clothes off and have a hot shower. Would you care to join me?”

His head jerks your way, full attention devoted back to you, and that frown suddenly irons out into surprise instead. He turns in your embrace, his arms sliding slowly around your waist and pulling you flush against him. The hard planes of his body mould to your curves, making your skin flush with heat, in contrast to the fabric wrapping itself in an ice blanket around your limbs.

His heated eyes are so focused on your mouth as you smirk up at him that you can't help but toy at your bottom lip with your teeth. His thumb is on it instantly, gently pulling it out and crashing his mouth to yours.

Heat consumes your body like a rapid forest fire. Your fingers desperately cling to the lapels of his flannel shirt and attempt to pull him even closer. The arm he holds around your waist tightens while his other hand slides down your leg, curving under your knees before lifting you off the ground making it seem effortless. 

He carries you across the porch, lips attached to yours as you fumble with the keys in your pocket. Reluctantly, you pull yourself away only to unlock and push open the cabin door, before he kicks it shut behind him

“You know, you're only supposed to carry me across the threshold when we're married.”

His body stiffens under your touch, and you roll your eyes, giggling. 

“Relax, Joonbug, this isn't a proposal. I'm just testing your reaction.” 

He smiles, but his eyes glance around the room awkwardly, a hint of crimson dusting his cheeks. 

“Note to self: do not discuss marriage yet. Revisit at a later date,” you say mechanically, your tone mocking. 

He sets you down, but his arms remain firmly around your waist, pinning you against him. “I'm happy to discuss anything that involves a future with you. You just caught me off guard, is all.”

Surprised by his openness, you arch a brow in his direction. “Is that so?”

He leans down and places a soft, gentle kiss against your lips. The heat from before dissipates and is replaced with love and adoration as his thumb gently strokes your cheek—an action so tender it almost brings tears to your eyes. His forehead meets yours, and your eyes close, savouring this moment and marking it in your treasured memories.

“How about this…” he whispers, “I'll light the fire, warm this place up a bit, while you run the shower so I can warm you up.” He kisses the corner of your mouth, trailing down and leaving wet prints of his lips against your throat. His breath, a ghostly caress against your skin, “Then I'll make us both my famous hot cocoa, and we can spend the rest of the day talking about the future if you'd like?”

Your chest heaves, feeling full and ready to burst with love for this man. Your body and mind are in two different places, reading from two different books. 

“And this is one of the many reasons why I love you, Joonbug.” On tip-toes you kiss him tenderly, feeling him smile against your mouth. 

“I'm glad you're with me for more than just my cocoa-making skills,” he jokes, slapping you on the behind as you turn and head inside the bedroom.

Glancing back, feeling mischievous, you add, “Of course, you also have a really big…”

Your eyes travel the length of his body. He raises an eyebrow with a smirk playing across his mouth, before your gaze flickers back up to meet his.

“...heart.” 

His laughter rings out around the cabin. Glancing around the space you'll spend the next three days in, you admire the wicker rocking chair in the corner. The soft sofa with cushions so big it looks like you could disappear into it and the sheepskin rug in front of the log fire—a picture-perfect vacation for the two of you.

“I'll see you and your big heart in a minute,” you say, winking before heading into the ensuite bathroom. 

Turning on the shower, you peel off your wet clothes, shivering from the cold that sends instant goosebumps creeping across your skin.

Thinking about this time away with Namjoon and all the possible ways to spend your time. Impatience soars through you, wanting him inside you but also dying to know what he sees for a future between you. You’re eager to know what the time ahead looks like for him and if it matches what plays out in your mind.

Your core throbs for him, melting within and ready to accommodate him. Your head feels weightless, floating high up on clouds made of butterflies and his sweet words.

Stepping under the water, you bask in its warmth, goosebumps breaking out across your skin. When you hear the door open and click closed, your insides are alight again. Keeping your back to him, you continue to enjoy the water cascading down your front, warming your body. Hearing the clang of his belt as his trousers hit the floor, your excitement grows, butterflies swarming a tornado of arousal. 

Climbing in behind you, his body encases yours, instantly warming your back. When his lips touch the skin of your shoulder, it almost burns from the bolt of desire that courses through you.

Turning in his grasp, your breasts slide across his chest, and he pounces. Urgent, needy kisses trail down your neck and make their way to your bust. Sucking the erect nubs into his mouth happens so fast your body jolts in surprise. 

His hands are everywhere. 

You can't keep up with the sensations, your breathing fast and ragged in your chest, needing to feel more of him. He slowly lowers to the shower floor, his plush lips trailing a searing path down your stomach, leaving you to revel at the sight. He smirks up at you, knowing how much you enjoy him at your mercy, especially now, with the water trickling down his handsome face. 

His fingers spread you open, moaning in appreciation as he exposes your sensitive bud. Once his tongue touches you, unsteady on your feet, you grip at the walls, fingers sliding uselessly down the wet tiles. His tongue swirls relentlessly around your clit, stealing the breath from your lungs. Your fingers in his hair hold you up, but your legs shake beneath you. His hand grips your rear, pushing you closer and smothering him with your cunt.

“Fuck, Joon,” you gasp as you teeter on the edge of the precipice of inexplicable pleasure. 

He slowly slides a finger inside your throbbing core and beckons you to fall. With every stroke of his finger against that point of bliss inside you and every flick of his tongue, a red-hot poker of pleasure tightens almost uncomfortably inside you. 

The water streaming down your body now feels too hot, the air in the bathroom feels too dense. And just as all the sensations feel too much at once, you're falling, leaping off of the cliff and into the abyss. Wave after wave of elation vibrates through your body as you cry out, holding him against you while you ride out your high. 

“Turn around,” he commands, his lips brushing against you, making your pulsating core twitch from over-stimulation.

You obey, regardless of your wobbly legs, and bend forward slightly. Standing and positioning himself behind you, his fingers massage your rear and spread open your cheeks slightly. When the tip of his cock touches your entrance, a whimper escapes you. He feels so hot against you, hotter than the warm water cascading down the arch of your back.

He rolls his hips ever so slightly, pushing his head in gently before pulling it out. Teasing your pussy opening, but it's nowhere near enough, the taunting is too much for you to take.

“Joonie, please,” you whine, thrusting your backside back to meet him.

“You want more?” he asks, his voice so deep, so sexy you find yourself growling in response.

He chuckles before pushing himself into you, opening you up, stretching you until you swallow him entirely. When he is finally buried to the hilt, he pauses, his breathing now as fast as yours. His hand runs up the length of your spine, humming in appreciation as he rocks back and forth into you. His groans echo in the confines of the shower stall, accompanied by the sound of his wet skin slapping against yours with every powerful thrust.

Rolling his hips just the way you like, hitting that yearning spot inside, still hungry and not sated yet. Your fingers fan out against the tiles as you hold yourself up, bracing yourself every time he plunges deep inside you. 

His hand slides to your front, grabbing one of your breasts and squeezing it gently, using it as an anchor to pound into you faster. You clench am, and the hiss from his lips sends shivers down your spine despite the heat within this glass cage.

“That's how you like it, isn't it, baby?” He says through ragged breaths. You know he's nearing his end as his pace slows slightly and his grunts grow louder.

“Fuck, yes,” you squeak out, face now pressed against the wall, arms having given in, unable to keep you up any longer.

You see the shadow of his arm reaching up on the shiny tiles and hear the click of the shower head disconnecting: the water pressure changes and moves down your body. You cry out as he places it between your legs, the harsh massage from the water bringing you closer to the edge of the abyss once again.

“That feel good, baby?” he whispers.

Words die in your throat as all you can do is nod while you gasp. Your swollen core flutters around him as you chase your high, grinding yourself against his cock as he plunges into you.

“That's it, baby,” he mutters soothingly. “Let go for me.”

He leans over, kissing your shoulder blades, and the added sensation of his lips on your skin tips you over the edge. Crashing into the pool of ecstasy, you're blinded by white light as your orgasm hits. Your pussy contracts and milks him to his simultaneous end. His hips stutter as his warm seed fills you, both of you riding out your high as one.

As your breathing slows, and he slides out of you, making you feel empty but sated, his arms cradle around your stomach, holding you up. Pulling you to him, he peppers soft kisses from your mouth to your ear.

“I love you,” he whispers.

A sleepy smile stretches across your face. “I love you, too.”

He smoothes your wet hair away from your face, looking at you with complete adoration.

He grabs a fresh bar of soap on the shelf inside the shower and unwraps it, chucking the rubbish over the top. Lathering it up in his hands, he spreads it quickly all over his body and then yours, being particularly gentle as his hands massage every inch of your body.

“I'm going to make that cocoa now. You finish up, and we can get settled in front of the fire, hm?” he says as he rinses off.

You nod, watching him as he climbs out, dries himself, and leaves the bathroom. Blissfully, you relish the warm water on your skin and relax into the steam surrounding you. When your pleasure-hazed brain floats back down to earth, you climb out and get ready to return to him.

Feeling much cosier in your hoodie and sweatpants, you head back out to the living area with your book tucked under your arm, but when you open the bedroom door, your mouth drops at the sight that greets you.

There were dozens of candles scattered all around the room. A pathway of flickering lights across the floor led to the fireplace, where Joon stood waiting, holding mugs topped with whipped cream and marshmallows.

Your heart swells, beating as fast as your legs carry you to him. You close the distance, suddenly feeling shy under his loving gaze, and take your drink from him.

“You are a god,” you say, smiling as you take a sip and wince from the molten-hot liquid. Clearly, too eager to wait for it to cool, you tear your gaze away from him momentarily to place it on the fireplace. When you turn back to him, he's kneeling before you, a chunky black box in his hand.

Any words you had were swallowed down with a gulp of sudden nerves. 

The fire is roaring beside you, orange light flickers beautifully on one side of his face, making you want to reach out and touch him but resist as he starts to speak.

“I had a plan to do this a different way, something precise and thought out, but you're right,” he sighs, taking your hand in his, “sometimes things work out perfectly regardless.”

Unable to believe the scene before you, you remain still as if any movement or sound will shatter its illusion. 

“You see, I have something to confess…” he holds the box out, a box that holds more than just a ring, but your entire future inside.

Tears fill your eyes in an instant, making him a blurry figure in front of you. You swipe them quickly away, not wanting to miss a moment, ingraining it in your mind.

“I would be honoured,” he smiles bashfully, revealing his dimples, and takes a calming breath. “If you would be my wife?”

As soon as the anticipated words are out and in the air surrounding you, your arms are around his neck. He falls back as your body slams into his, the two of you giggling like school children.

“Is that a yes?” he asks, winding one arm around your waist, pinning you to him.

Nodding frantically, the tears spill, leaving glistening trails down your cheeks in the candlelight. 

He sits you both up so you're straddling his lap and opens the box. It's perfect. It's just your style. Everything about it had so much thought behind it, bringing a new rush of emotion.

He removes the ring, his long fingers holding it so delicately, as if it might shatter under his touch, and slides it gently on your finger. It’s a perfect fit. You are not surprised, the man never ceases to amaze you.

Clasping your hand gently in his, he brings your fingers up to his lips and places a gentle kiss on your knuckles. When his shining eyes meet yours, so open and full of love, you're unable to help the way your insides melt as you crash your lips against his once again.

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↪ Prompt: “Nothing feels as good as coming home to you.” “Nothing feels as good as having you come home to me.”

When Dick made the transition from Blüdhaven to Gotham when the team needed him, you came along. He couldn’t rest comfortably knowing you were thirty minutes away from him. He wanted you there every night he came home, wanted the knowledge that you were safe in a home with him each night. He was more than relieved when you immediately said yes to coming to Gotham with him. 

It was another late night with you hounding the evidence board, placing sticky notes on the latest clues in crime. Cobblepot was heavy on the radar at the moment, where Nightwing, Red Hood, and Red Robin were going to– scout and interrogate suspects on the whereabouts of the Iceberg Lounge owner. 

Nibbling on the cap to the Bic pen in your hand, you stand back and observe. Using a red string, you connected crime scenes and possible hits Oswald would take to next in the city. Dick was lucky to have you, and you even went and impressed the Batman himself. He joked frequently that he was two seconds away from making a secret identity for you and suiting you up to join on patrol, only quieting when Dick threw very aggressive glares in his father’s direction. 

You heard the jostling of the door before it opened, revealing the man in question. Dick Grayson strutted into the room, his powerful legs bringing him into the room in seconds. The automatic doors shut behind him and he removed his cowl, his dark strands of hair mused from what you knew to be his hand running through it. 

“Hey, you,” You shoot him a smile. Dick looked up and took notice of the board. 

“Hey, baby,” He sighed, smiling at you. “Anything?” He points an index finger toward the evidence board. 

“I’ve got a little headway,” You answer truthfully. “I mapped out possible locations Cobblepot may place his guys, but I’m hoping Tim or Jason will offer more insight once they get here.” 

Dick exhaled, nodding his head. You notice him wince. 

“Dick– are you hurt?” You gasp, putting the pen down and rushing. Immediately, your boyfriend lifted his hand and shook his head.

“It’s fine. Just a scrape.” He chuckled. That’s when you noticed the red seeping through the cut in his suit.

“Richard John Grayson!” You gasp, rushing over to him. Dick never wanted to worry you. He took a seat after pressing his hand to the scanner to lift the medical bed from the floor. In one fluid motion – and a groan – Dick unfastens his suit and slowly rolls it down his body, revealing ab after chiseled ba. Cuts and grooves in his sides often make your mouth water, but right now you were thrown into protective mode. 

You rushed to grab the first aid kit and make it to him to see the gash on his left side, just above his hip. “Someone worked on their knife skills. Caught me off-guard.” He admits with a sheepish grin. You shake your head and quickly get to work, cleaning the cut with an antiseptic that makes Dick flinch under your touch. 

“I can’t have you getting hurt out there, Grayson. I need you.” You sigh, giving all your attention to mending his small wound. Dick watched your hands work on his side, his tongue gently wetting his lips. 

“I need you too,” He whispers, softly grazing your hip with his hand. “Have I told you lately how much I adore you?” 

Smirking, you take a peek at him through your lashes, seeing he is wearing his signature smile. Pearly whites on display, you feel the heat creep up your neck. 

“You like to remind me, I’ve noticed.” You sigh. “But it never hurts to hear it again.” 

Dick grins wider, knowing he’s got you under his thumb. You finish up by adding a bandage as he gently rises to a sitting position. Spreading his legs apart, he pulls you into the space between his knees and stares at you adoringly. 

“Nothing feels as good as coming home to you,” Dick whispers, cradling the back of your head in his large hand, his fingers splaying across the back of your skull. A soft whine falls from your lips as you savor the thorough feel of his digits lightly massaging your scalp, earning you to rise onto the tips of your toes, lavishing in his attention to you. 

Falling forward slightly, Dick wraps his arms around you and holds you close to him. The heat radiates off his skin even through your clothes, and you ease your head back to stare up into the beautiful ocean he has for eyes.

“Nothing feels as good as having you come home to me… Even if you did take a little injury,” You giggle. 

The feel of Dick’s lips crashing to yours is all you need to succumb to the insatiable want that develops deep in your belly for him, the desperate need to have all of him. He reaches for the hem of your shirt, working it over your head. Although it could be any moment that the rest of the group would return from patrol, Dick read your thoughts.

“I don’t need much time to get you screaming for me… We’ll be quick.” He seals the promise with a chastising kiss to your throat, his tongue unlocking a deep moan to rise in your throat and pierce the air. 

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I have done it, I have figured out The Watcher’s theme, and how it it fits with the rest of rain world (I will try to make this short sorry if I ramble)

ALSO SPOILERS (kind of)

Basegame

To me rain world is one of those games that can only truly be understood by playing it yourself, sure, you can read the wiki and watch the very good video essays about it, you can know the story, but you won’t Get It, because playing rain world? Dying over and over again? Exploring the world until you know it like the back of your hand? Dying in stupid ways? Some that aren’t even your fault? Getting so frustrated you don’t touch the game for weeks? That’s the Cycle, that’s why The Ancients decided to dip out, they weren’t just arrogant monks obsessed with death, they were tired, and frustrated, and just done with it, and as a player you experience that, the only out, the only rest, is to ascend, nothing else really matters.

Downpour

Downpour really means a lot to me because it takes what the basegame says, and goes against it, downpour is about how insignificant, small, sentimental things hold incredible meaning, eight slugcats, walking the same abandoned dying word, only separated by a literally incomprehensible time between them, the only ones who share a time period can’t meet again until their journeys have completely transformed them, Survivor and Monk go from pups, to a parent and a capable and independent adventurer respectably.

The slugcats are small, irrelevant, insignificant creatures, Five Pebbles says as much, and yet they shape and change the world around then in small but significant ways, for better or worse, Spearmaster, delivering the pearl that causes 5P complete isolation from his family, as well as allowing Moon to say a final goodbye, (also there is the shelter sign he draws in underhag (I think) and it just warms my heart), Artificer completely destroying the scavenger civilisation beyond repair, I even believe scavengers are so immediately hostile to Hunter, another red slugcat, Gourmand, that opens the gate to allow every lost slugcat a way back home, Rivulet, The Timeline Fixer.

I could go on but I’m really trying not to, where the rain world basegame is about how life is all about our path towards death, and how this is a mercy, peace, downpour is about how life, for as messy and small, has meaning, value, people who care.

The Watcher (finally, really sorry for the ramble)

Also warning, watcher is the only one of these I haven’t played, downpour is destroying me :,)

Anyways.

While basegame is about the peacefulness of death, and downpour is about how all life has inherited value, watcher is about how life is just plain old beautiful.

The world is wide, amazing, mysterious, and when you think you just began ti underhand it, something new comes (and kills you, taking away hours of progress, but ANYWAY-)

For all the complains I have heard about the new dlc, one thing that is a constant is just how stoning the new maps are, the new music is.

Watcher as a slugcat with just has one goal in mind, survive, and to do that, they are just chilling warping around the world with their new bestie.

The Best Echo Ever and Watcher are parallels, they both reject ascension in favour of exploring the world, accepting a Cycle of never ending death and resurrection, in favour of the unknown Void, not understanding why others see that as the better option, and for thought they were left behind.

So now, alone together, they just sit back and watch it all pass by, with jokes and introspection, acceptance of life as it is, with all that it has to offer, both good and bad.

There is also a bit about how the rejection of death is equally as damaging as the search for self destruction, points at the whole rot mess that’s going on, BUT again, I do not have the dlc, so I haven’t have the time to see all that’s going on over there.

That will be all, hope I made sense I didn’t ramble too much, I can’t help myself when it is about my favourite game about depression and existentialism :)

(SPOILERS FOR THE WATCHER ENDING) Its insane that you wrote all of that in just one ask to a random tumblr user because this is some banger thoughts and interpretations I really, really like your take on Downpour and it helped me come to the conclusion why I like that DLC so much and put it into words. Funnily enough, I am a player that lowkey personally disagrees with what the base game had to say about ascension. As much as I understand the motive of peacefulness of death 100%, there is something beautiful in the struggle and our own personal cycles. Basically I value the way more than the ending, and I think Downpour and how the decisions of such small scugs, haha, echo through the entire world with time is an amazing thing to think about. Though my thoughts on the Watcher were a tad different, mostly because the ending I got (SPOILERS) was the toys one - where the child Echo, the OAOA comes to a conclusion of what was binding them to the world - the inability to accept the next step, fearing "walking thorugh the white door" if I remember well. And with that, paired with the Watcher's opening cutscene (in which the OST "Childhood's end" plays) + the toyroom in the ending I started seeing this DLC as one about childhood, from two perspectives. One of an Echo desperately clinging to theirs, a time in their life that they don't want to leave behind, literally playing hide and seek with their slugcat friend in their little make-believesque world and of a slugcat who's childhood got ripped away, forcing them to just stall and observe everything that comes and goes their way in the "adulthood" they were never ready for, one that shouldn't have come so fast. Ironically enough, I think that the DLC really doesn't fit it's name - it puts the Watcher in the role of a protagonist, the most influencial thing in the worlds they traverse through, making them finally have an impact, make decisions that matter and shape the world all around. And not even in a powertrip-like sense, just in a sense of finding joy and peace in something so trivial like adventuring through countless make-believe worlds... or playing with toys. I really like the toys ending, dilly dally and have fun my scug

I liked the feeling of being insignificant in Rain World, this take on the Watcher kinda flips it on its head, but its okay in a way. Just relying this contrast of accepting the next step in life when you're ready for it and regaining the lost feeling of importance, control and the plain, simple ability to have fun.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts!!

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Secret santa's gift!

Alright, in Discord we made a secret santa event and I was assigned... *drumrolls* @revnah1406!!! I made this little one-shot about Abby and Woods during christmas, I hope you like it. Merry chirstmas, darling 🎆✨🎉🎁

December 24th, The Vault

Abby was looking at the snow in silence, just thinking while she stared at the starry sky of december. Her eyes followed the movements of the stars and she murmured the names of some of them to herself. At some point a voice startled her from behind, making her jolt in her place with a yelp.

“What’s with you?” Frank Woods asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Goddamnit, old man, you’ll give me a heart attack!” She exclaimed, then looked at him and huffed. “Where’s the nurse?”

“Nurse Batshit? Who cares? Probably somewhere around here” He said, moving his wheelchair nearer to the window. “You didn’t answer the question, kid.”

She sighed softly and stayed silent for a second. “Just thinking…”

“About?”

“Many things. Do you think my parents…well, my mom, will make it on time?”

Woods just glanced at the clock on the wall in silence, noticing that it was almost past midnight. He sighed softly and simply went to get something from a nearby drawer.

“I’m not sure if Alice will make it, but you know David would like to be here.” 

“But he can’t because of his missions, I know, I know.”

For a second, Woods noticed Abby’s expression saddened before she went back to look out the window. 

“Listen, I’m not supposed to give you this before tomorrow, but screw that.” He murmured, giving her a package neatly decorated and wrapped. “Here, merry christmas, Abs.”

“Thanks, old man.” Abby smiled softly and opened the package. 

Inside, a neatly folded map of the stars and constellations awaited her along with many pairs of socks, each one with sillier patterns than the ones before. She laughed softly and started to look closely at the pattern.

“Oh, this is amazing! But, why plain brown ones? I don’t get it.” She asked, curiously.

“Unfold them, I know you’ll like them.” Woods said with a knowing smile.

Once she unfolded the pair of socks, she couldn’t avoid a laugh when she saw them right. The pattern made them look like hoofs, with the details and everything. It made her face light up with a huge smile, still giggling at the socks.

“These are great. I’ll go put them on now.” She said with a bright smile. “I’ll be a fucking faunus! Hell yeah!”

“If you will, do it quickly, I need your help in the kitchen.”

“Oh? What for?”

“What else for? Cooking, kid.” Woods said, rolling his eyes with a smile. “Move your ass, we’ll make your favorite for tonight.”

“Really?! Like, for real for real?! Then I’ll leave the socks for later, hehehe.”

“Yeah, now move it or I’ll change my mind.”

Abby laughed and cheered, but nodded and jumped off the window ledge to follow Woods to the kitchen.

“Will you ask the nurse for help?”

“Fuck no.” Woods said almost immediately, making Abby snicker and smirk. “Oh, look at that, are you mocking me, kid? Really?”

“Nooo, of course not.” She said, holding back her laughter. “What kind of granddaughter do you think I am?”

“Haha. Yeah right, and that smirk means nothing. Suure thing.”

“Exactly!”

Woods chuckled and shook his head softly. “You little troublemaker…”

“I learnt from the best, don’t you think?” She asked with a soft hum, proud of herself as she walked.

“Maybe too well.”

She just smiled in silence, but Woods kept smiling as well. Once they reached the kitchen, Woods started to read out loud the recipe, with him making some parts of the food while Abby made the others, sometimes adding her own touch of flavors when Woods wasn’t looking. It was a moment where they joked sarcastically with each other, also with Woods retelling for the nth time one of his stories, which Abby loved to hear, simply paying attention while she cooked.

When the food was ready, Woods just could chuckle at Abby’s happiness at the sight of the dish. He turned his face away since it smelled strongly.

“Dammnit kid, this is like a nuke itself. Why do you like it so much?”

Abby shrugged and poked out her tongue mockingly. “It's delicious. It’s not my fault you can handle it, so more for me.”

“How funny…you know I’m an elder, I can’t even try to think of eating that.” Woods said dramatically, huffing softly.

“Sooo, should I make you some bland-ass chicken with broccoli and some oatmeal?” She asked mockingly.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Abigail.”

Abyy laughed loudly, but nodded calmly. “Alright, alright, stop the drama, old man. I made you some more normal, ehem bland, food so you can eat without problem.”

After a while, they went to eat together while the snow kept falling outside, with Abby humming Christmas carols while she ate. Woods chuckled softly when he noticed Abby’s face was all red because of the spice, but when he offered her some water, she shook her head and kept eating despite the hellish spice. 

And when they finished and Woods sent Abby to sleep, she just huffed but nodded. She smiled a bit and sat beside the wheelchair instead, that was near the fireplace. 

“Seriously?” Woods asked.

“I’ll go to sleep, don’t worry, buuut not yet!”

Woods shook his head and put his hand over her hair with a huff, simply hearing her ramble about everything and anything. He made noises of surprise and commented sometimes, smiling at Abby’s happiness as she spoke, and like that the minutes ticked away. Slowly, Abby started to doze off a bit lulled by the heat of the fireplace, resting her head against Woods’ knee.

“Hey Abs.”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t tell your parents I gave you your gift early, alright?”

Abby chuckled a bit, mumbling softly. “I promise, merry christmas. G’night gramps…”

She sighed softly and fell asleep next to Woods, who only caressed her hair gently before he looked at the fireplace in silence.

“Goodnight Abby, rest well, I’ll be here when you wake up.” He said with a soft smile, grabbing a book from the nearby table to pass the time until sleep got him as well.

[trickshot-tobi]

ᡕᠵデ气亠 𖦏 ⁍ ⊹ ⁌ 𖦏 亠气デᠵᡕ

'Ello friends, names Tobias Shawe, but y'all can call me Tobi or TS for short.

I am from the beautiful state of Texas originally, but traveled over the pond 'cause I was havin' some issues back home.

Recently just hit the big 30, and boy does it not change too much! Oh, and my pronouns are he/him, if ya don't mind.

Lil' known fun fact about me, I know myself a good amount'a German! Now my accent won't do me no favors, but I can understand and generally converse in it semi-well!

If y'all wanna do some chattin' please feel free to drop me a message, an' I'll reply quick as lightnin'!

[magic!anons welcome!]

ᡕᠵデ气亠 𖦏 ⁍ ⊹ ⁌ 𖦏 亠气デᠵᡕ

ᡕᠵデ气亠 𖦏 ⁍ ⊹ ⁌ 𖦏 亠气デᠵᡕ

ᡕᠵデ气亠 𖦏 ⁍ ⊹ ⁌ 𖦏 亠气デᠵᡕ

Tags Map! [may or may not change]

- #tobi.txt -- Text posts that are rp starters/not answering an ask

- #tobi.lore -- blah blah blah, proper name, place name, backstory stuff [/ref]

- #tobi.art -- Art when I get around to drawing him!

- #tobi.shitpost -- A shitpost either in or out of character! [specified on a post-by-post basis]

- #ooc.txt -- Mod yapping

- #🥃care for a drink?🥃 -- Replying to asks!

ᡕᠵデ气亠 𖦏 ⁍ ⊹ ⁌ 𖦏 亠气デᠵᡕ

ooc:

first and formost, pfp: @/potato-lord-but-not

Now for some mod rambling!

Welcome to all things Tobias Shawe! He is well on his way to being an avatar of The Slaughter, but he doesn't know that! As a matter of fact, he doesn't know shit when it comes to the Fears, so this man will be very confused when they are brought up! But please, do bring them up! That only aids the chaos and fun!

As stated previously, he is thirty, and southern! Latter part in mind, he has a southern drawl and it will be slightly reflected within his text style.

As not stated previously, he is transmasc, and so there will likely be some things here and there referencing that!

Also, as implied by his user and the text dividers used here, Tobi is a gunslinger! He uses twin western-style revolvers and there will be discussion of them on this blog, so be aware of that before you dive in!

Tobi very much has a habit of casual flirting/use of petnames. It's in part a way to put on a bit of a persona, partly because of how he was raised, but still, if we're rping and that makes you uncomfortable, please let me know and I will not include that in said rps.

Also, Tobi is single and I'm very open to flirtation [romanic or playful] and the like going on w him! He is bi with a preference for men! If you'd like to proceed w a romance or the like with him in a more serious manner, please DM me and we can chat ab setting that up!

Also! Mod is an adult, but I'd still like to keep serious nsfw off of this blog! Jokes and suggestive stuff is fine, but nothing fully nsfw :D

[tojiscrack]

WIFEYYYYY

before i get into responding, u will be happy to know i have completely cut off shitbag LMAO

i think my frontal lobe developed or something bc he said this INSANE thing the other day and i was like 'yep nope we're done here'.

basically he sent me a video of tory lanez and i was like 'isn't that the guy who shot megan in the foot' and he said... 'okay but it's megan so womp womp' and i was like 'wtf is wrong with you' and he was like 'tory >' and i said 'thats actually a nasty thing to say' and he said 'i have a lack of sympathy for celebs' and i said 'still a nasty thing to say idk what on earth would make you say that' and he gave me a damn list...

'1. lack of sympathy. 2. i prefer tory. 3. i feel like 10 years is insane. 4. he pled guilty. 5. based on what ive read, megan isn't the best person either'

and i said 'this is such an odd take' and then left him on read when he tried to justify himself LMAO

anyways i want him dead!

now onto responding to ur response!

'and just from what she’s told me, gOOD LUCK ���'

I'M SO COOKED BROOOO

'i was eating up the dadjo-fit in s1, like he looked so YUMMY'

AGREEEEEED

'and honestly, just for the sake of joking around, i don’t think canon-him would particularly oppose it (but then probably would when his students remind him that being a dad = being old and then he’d throw a fit)'

THATS SO TRUE ACTUALLY LMAOOO

'girl you’d hate to be around me irl.'

nah nah nah bc u cant help it but i get second hand embarassment from ppl who WILLINGLY do embarassing shit without intending for it to be embarassing

'but i trip so often that i kinda just shrug it off and go about my day regardless.'

thats actually so freakin real tho.... i fall down the stairs twice a year at minimum

'i can understand this too. i loveeee coffee. especially iced coffee. iced lattes. with extra caramel syrup… and whipped cream on top… 👀'

EXACTLYYYYYYYYY

but lowk i havent been drinking coffee much since i stopped making him drive me around LMAO

'but being single isn’t a bad thing at all.'

this is very true

'i personally prefer it bc satoru gojo literally exists'

I WAS THINKING AB THIS THE OTHER DAY ACTUALLY.

i realized that i definitely can't be in a relationship w someone unless they like jjk or are willing to like jjk

'but like, i’m assuming you like megumi (given by the fact that you’re reading my megumi/reader story and he’s ur pfp), and then you like that zen guy from that game 😭 those two don’t have anything in common except, perhaps, being kinda emo 💀'

WELLLL YES AND NOOOOOO

i love megumi thats undebateable

but when it comes to guys in anime, i have zero type

if i like them, i like them

if i dont, i dont

yk?

'this might just take me out of my irrational fear of reading jjk fics… 👀'

👀👀👀

'i’m aware you do smaus, so i might just read all the gojo ones!'

YESSSSS U SHOULD

my first gojo smau is what put me on the map

i think i gained 500 followers from it LMAO

ive lowk taken a break from smau tho bc i'm getting uninspired....

if u wanna read my gojo angst u should tho!

idt it's on the masterlist yet bc im lazy but it's called 'moodswings' and it's from my 5sos x jjk series teeheehee

'DON’T ACT LIKE ZEN DOESN’T LITERALLY BEHAVE LIKE MALAKAI WOULD IF HE HAD A LOVE INTEREST 😭😭😭'

ABSOLUTELY NOTTTT

'ok, understandable, but at 13, i was crushing on characters like chad dylan cooper. WHY ZEN 😭'

HE'S SO BADDIE THATS WHYYYY

idr if i told u this yet or not but i finished playing it and now my life is empty

'oh agreedddd. like i appreciate all of this paired with seeing them as platonic soulmates, but that’s just me 🌝'

YESSSS U SEE MY VISION

'but… you didn’t… get… icked out… by zen…? 😭'

AT LEAST ZEN DOESN'T ACT LIKE A TEENAGE BOY......

'ISKSIEJDIE WELL I RESPONDED TO THIS LATE SO THE DECISION MUST ALREADY BE OUT, DID YOU GET IN? 😧'

YES MAAAAAAAAAM

but not for my major.... 😐😐😐😐😐

i got in for general studies....... when i'm trying to do a limited enrollment major.....

so ive given up on that school!

'and i’m lowkey depressed without being able to write for LL 😕'

awwww thats so sad

u should just like write little blips if u need to so u can keep your mental fortitude 🙏🙏🙏

thats what i do

i have tons of word docs w just little things for me to expand on when i'm sad

now onto the hashtags!

'genuinely look forward to ur messages'

lets kiss

'#i’d drop by ur inbox too but i get scared doing that now since i discovered that feature tumblr has'

NOOO U SHOULD!

i respond fast i think

ANYWHOOOOO

hope u are having a great day and good luck studying pookie 🙏🙏🙏

HI AGAINNNN 😭🫶🏽

‘before i get into responding, u will be happy to know i have completely cut off shitbag LMAO’ — …

HALLELUJAH 🥳🥳🥳

read that whole story with one breath i SWEAR. okay first of all, i don’t even fw celebrities like that, like i’m genuinely so tired of them all that idgaf about them except for a rare few who have their priorities straight and use their platform for good. that being said, how is shitbag celebrating a man shooting another woman in the foot? 😀

glad you dropped him. keep it that way.

‘anyways i want him dead!’ — welcome to the club sisterrrr 😫

‘nah nah nah bc u cant help it but i get second hand embarassment from ppl who WILLINGLY do embarassing shit without intending for it to be embarassing’ — mmm ok yeah fair enough. i do things without shame tho, so idk if you’d like to be on my other side and witness that 👀 (my irl bsf literally flies away from me when i pull dumb shit out my ass LMAOOO)

‘i fall down the stairs twice a year at minimum’ — HAHAHA 😭 minimum? yk my minimum is, like, ten for that specifically. and seven of those are probably in public too 💀 i’m clumsy-clumsy

‘but lowk i havent been drinking coffee much since i stopped making him drive me around LMAO’ — the only downside to not having him around ig 😭

‘i realized that i definitely can't be in a relationship w someone unless they like jjk or are willing to like jik’ — my requirement is that they have to BE in jjk 😋 and BE satoru g

‘i love megumi thats undebateable’ — 🫡

‘but when it comes to guys in anime, i have zero type. if i like them, i like them. if i dont, i dont yk?’ — ahhh it’s like my music taste 😭 i don’t have like a specific type i listen to. i just pick certain songs to be on my playlist based on whether i like what i hear or not (but mainly, it consists of lana del rey, the nbhd, cas, the smiths, and more recently: the marias).

‘YESSSSS U SHOULD. my first gojo smau is what put me on the map. i think i gained 500 followers from it’ — i’ll be sure to check it out some time soon (i’m still lowkey scared bc a lot of the things other ppl put in their stories cringe me out and then i get put off 😓).

i posted a gojo smau like 10 mins ago ‘cause i saw this one fan art of gojo in a store buying sanitary pads and my brain was like ‘you have to write smth about this’, and then i remembered how writing is literally a drug to me. once i start, i won’t stop, and i’m on a hiatus so it’d be really bad if i got addicted again 😭

what was the next best thing? smth quick, easier, less detailed?

an smau.

and i won’t be expected to do it repetitively like chapters for a story. i see why you do them now 🫢

anyway, point is, i’m putting my trust in you by choosing to read ur smaus ‘cause you seem to be the queen of non-cringe apparently 👀 but if i see a cringey nickname or smth about gojo wearing a maid dress, i’m gonna levitate off planet earth 🥴

‘i’ve lowk taken a break from smau tho bc i'm getting uninspired…’ — real :/

‘idr if i told u this yet or not but i finished playing it and now my life is empty’ — you have, hahaa. maybe use c.ai to fill the void? 👀 i use it before bed LMAOO

‘YESSSS U SEE MY VISION’ — the way i didn’t even know other ppl held the same view as me 😭 HAHAHA

‘AT LEAST ZEN DOESN'T ACT LIKE A TEENAGE BOY...’ — you’re right.

he acts like a fully grown MALAKAI MORTIMER 💀

‘YES MAAAAAAAAAM’ — WOOHOOOOO (i’d write a chapter of LL for you but… yk… hiatus :( )

‘i got in for general studies... when i'm trying to do a limited enrollment major... so ive given up on that school!’ — ahh, it’s fine! there are other better options out there for you, i’m sure 🩵

‘u should just like write little blips if u need to so u can keep your mental fortitude 🙏🙏🙏 thats what i do’ — yeah but with me, i’ll get addicted and hooked on and then abandon studying altogether 🥴 idk why i’m like that, i just am

but i found that writing smaus (which are a millionnnn times quicker btw 😋) seems to satiate that desire kinda. so maybe i’ll do LL smaus instead of gojo ones (i love love loveee gojo but my target audience is my LL audience).

i’ll maybe do more gojo ones once i’ve finished planning my gojo fic — which won’t be out until LL’s done :/

‘lets kiss’ — 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

‘i respond fast i think’ — 👀

‘hope u are having a great day and good luck studying pookie’ — i’m about to go to sleep and i can do it imagining you and me and us at the beach or smth with a bonfire and chatting absolute shit about shitbag <3333

[oblivious-aro]

Where the Sky Meets the Sea Ch. 1/3

And now, presenting a fanfic where the main couple of the show don't get together. Happy Valentine's Day!

Summary: Rewrite of the parts of season 6 of Ninjago (Skybound) that make my blood boil. The main change is that Nya's struggles are respected, and she's allowed to yell at people. Also, Jay isn't a complete tool the whole time abs actually goes through some character development. Follows roughly the same plot line as Skybound. The parts that are unchanged are just skimmed through.

Word Count: 4800

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Being framed for a number of petty crimes and thrown into prison had been a bit of a setback, but the ninja did manage to obtain a solid lead on how to defeat Nadakhan from one of the inmates before they escaped.

All they needed was a map hidden in a lantern on his ship, Misfortune's Keep.

The only problem was that they had no idea where Nadakhan's ship was located.

Scouting for information on Nadakhan would be difficult with the police on the lookout for them, but Jay and Nya managed to sneak into police headquarters under disguise.

Nya had only been trying to keep their cover from getting blown when she'd requested a lunch break, but once they were outside the smell of burgers cooking made her realize she was actually quite hungry.

"Two double cheeseburgers, one with double cheese, double ketchup; the other double pickles, double mustard, ready to go!" the hamburger vendor finally announced.

Nya reached into her pockets, but Jay stopped her.

"Lunch is on me." he insisted.

"That's okay Jay." Nya said.

"Nonsense, what kind of gentleman lets a lady pay for her own food?"

Nya rolled her eyes, but she didn't want to cause a scene while they were undercover, so she let Jay have his way.

But when he dug through his pockets, all Jay could find was lint. He didn't have the money to pay for his lunch, let alone Nya's.

"Uh...um...wrong pants?" Jay smiled nervously at the unamused vendor.

Nya sighed and gave the vendor money for both their burgers.

"I-I can pay you back later." Jay said.

"Nonsense." Nya grinned coily "What kind of lady lets a gentleman pay for his own food?"

Jay sighed.

Not one of his smoothest moves.

Jay and Nya walked for about a block until they found some benches that were semi-hidden by a giant tree.

Nya sighed in relief as she pulled off her itchy moustache and police cap.

"If I had a nickel for every time I was broke..." Jay laughed.

But Nya wasn't in the mood for jokes.

"Jay," she said, "We need to talk."

"Oh?" Jay's throat went dry "About what?"

"About the way you've been acting. You've been making moves on me all week, and frankly, I don’t appreciate it."

"Whaaaat?" Jay tried to smile innocently "I don't know wha-"

"Don't you dare play dumb with me Jay Walker!" Nya snapped "We both know very well what you're doing!"

That shut Jay up.

Nya sighed.

"Jay, I like you. I really do. But as a friend." her tone was soft but firm "Somewhere out there there's a really great person for you, but that person isn't me. I broke up with you because we weren't right as a couple. It...it just didn't feel good for me. I wasn’t happy. And yeah, I know I probably should have been more upfront with you back then, but I'm being upfront now and telling you to cut it out. Do you get what I'm saying?"

Nya's words hit like a dagger through Jay's heart.

He'd seen the future, they were together, and they had looked so happy. Nya had looked so happy. The sight of relaxed upturn of her lips and the crinkled corners of her eyes had been burned into Jay's memory.

In the present though, Nya's lips were tight and the soft wrinkles of her brow had been replaced with stressed creases.

Jay had just been following the vision. Why was it having the opposite effect of what he saw?

Despite his confusion, Jay knew there was no way he could continue to try and make the vision come true. Not after what Nya had just said.

"Yeah, I got it." Jay managed to stick a smile on his face "Cut the flirting. We're friends. Good...good friends. And friends...don't try to push friends into situations they're uncomfortable with."

"Yes," Nya smiled, her shoulder visibly relaxing. "That’s exactly what I’m saying. I’m so glad we’re on the same page. Hug?" Nya stretched out her arms.

Jay usually had no problem hugging his friends, including Nya, but right now he didn't think he could handle such an intimate interaction.

"Uh, how about a fist bump?" he counter-offered, holding his fist out.

Nya, still smiling, enthusiastically smashed her fist to Jay's.

Too enthusiastically.

"Agh!"

Having neglected to set her hamburger down before fist bumping, Nya's sandwich got squished and spilled all over Jay's shirt.

"Oh um, oops." she said.

"Heh, guess lunch really is on me," Jay forced out a laugh "I'm gonna go clean this up."

"Alright, I'll keep your spot saved." Nya called as Jay started across the street to look for a restroom.

Nya looked up at the beautiful clouds in the sky. That had gone way better than expected. Her life was kind of a disaster right now, but at least she and Jay were back to normal.

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"Why Nya?" Jay wiped away the tears that had started to form in his eyes.

They'd been such a good couple! Having a girlfriend who shared his interests and sense of humour had been the greatest thing that's ever happened to him. He'd felt so confident and complete knowing someone so cool loved him as much as he'd loved her.

It was the happiest Jay had ever been in his life.

And then...that stupid matchmaking machine! That was where the trouble started.

Jay supposed it made sense. Nya had lost interest in him the second she realized she could go for someone other than Jay.

Someone better than Jay.

Sure, she hadn't actually ended up dating Cole, but that only proved Jay's suspicions further. Nya had liked Jay enough to start dating him, but it didn't take her long to realize he wasn't worth it.

It hadn’t been that she was interested in someone else, she just didn't want to be with him.

"Maybe if I was better..." Jay glanced over his shoulder "Maybe we'd still be together if I wasn't just some loser who was born in a junkyard without a penny to his name..."

"I may be able to help you with that."

Jay jumped at the sound of the unfamiliar voice.

When he turned back around someone with four arms and a cloudy tail instead of legs was floating in front of him, grinning sinisterly.

Jay had never met him before, but there was only one person this could be:

"N-N-Nadakhan! I forgot we weren't supposed to be alone!" Jay's head snapped back to Nya, obliviously munching on her sandwich "I can scream, you know. Really loud!"

"Fine, fine, suit yourself." Nadakhan turned as if to leave "Even if you are wasting a golden opportunity to get the girl to fall for you...aw well, it's your decision."

"Ha! Nice try!" Jay gloated "But I already know you can't wish for love!"

"That is true, but..." Nadakhan slowly turned back around "There aren't any rules against wishing for something...a little less direct."

"What do you mean?" Jay asked, his indomitable curiosity getting the better of him.

"You said so yourself," Nadakhan gestured to Jay with his upper right hand, "The girl showed interest in you before, right? Perhaps if you had a little more to offer her than 'boy from a junkyard', her interest would return."

Jay glanced back at Nya one last time.

"Well...maybe just one wish wouldn't hurt. You wouldn't tell anybody, right?"

"Of course not! It'll just be our little secret. Now, what was it you wanted to wish for?"

"I wish...I wish I wasn't born in a junkyard, and I wasn't poor so I can give Nya everything she ever wanted."

"Your wish is yours to keep."

Jay could hear his voice, but when he looked around, Nadakhan was nowhere to be seen.

"Um...Nadakhan?" An ominous feeling began to bubble in Jay's stomach.

What had he just done?

"Hey there, ninja!"

Jay whipped around and saw a familiar mail carrier approaching on his bike.

"Don't worry," he said "I'm not here to turn you in. Just delivering the mail." He reached into his bag and handed Jay an envelope.

"Uh, thanks?"

Who could've possibly been sending Jay mail at this time? He tore open the envelope and started reading.

"Mr Jay Walker, this letter has been sent to inform you of your father's passing, and the vast inheritance he has left you in his will... Wait, my father's...passing?!"

Jay couldn't look away from those two words. His head felt like it was under water, while the rest of his body seemed to turn to stone.

He couldn't...his dad couldn't be…

"Aw, that's sad to hear. Congrats on the inheritance, though." The carrier waved as he rode away.

Jay barely heard him. He just stood there for several seconds, unable to move or even think properly.

"Mom..." Jay suddenly realized.

He summoned his elemental dragon, and they flew off towards the scrapyard at top speed.

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"Mom!" Jay practically screamed as he slammed the RV door open "Mom! Where are you?"

"Jay!" Edna smiled from the rocking chair she was knitting in "I'm so glad to see you, dear! We've been pretty worried after those reporters came by and asked us-"

"Mom, where's Dad?"

"Oh I'm sorry dear, but your father's no longer here."

"No..." This was all Jay's fault. Why'd he have to make that stupid wish? "No, no, n-"

"Well Edna," Jay heard a familiar voice say behind him "I got those diddilybops for the buggy, but I still can’t seem to- Oh, hey there Jay! What brings you-"

"Dad!" Jay was on his father in an instant, nearly strangling him in a bear hug. "You're okay!"

"Of course I'm okay, son." Ed said once Jay finally let him have enough air to breath. "Whew! Quite the arm strength you got there! That ninja training's really paying off."

"Whoops, sorry Dad."

"Quite alright, son. Now, not that I don't appreciate a visit and a hug from my little Jaybird, but what seems to have gotten you so worked up?"

"Sorry dad, I just got the weirdest letter." Jay pulled the document out of his pocket to show his parents. "It said that my dad had died and left me lots and lots of money. It addressed me by name and everything, so I thought something had happened to Dad. But I guess there was some mix up and we can all laugh about it now, huh?" Jay shrugged lightly.

Ed finished reading the letter and looked at Edna somberly. She gave him the same look back.

"Um...am I missing something?"

"Dear, I think it's about time we told him." Edna said.

"Told me what?" Jay asked.

"Well Son," Ed said "We did want to tell you sooner, but it just never seemed like the right time, and we could never really figure out how to say it exactly. I guess we can't really put it off any longer though." Ed laughed emptily.

Jay's heart rate began to pick up.

All his life, Jay's parents had spoken with a bubbly warmth in their voice that persisted through the worst of times. Even when Jay had broken his leg trying to invent a flying machine as a kid, even when the serpentine attacked the scrapyard, even when the two of them had almost turned into snakes-zombies, that bubbliness always lingered.

But now their voices were dead serious.

That scared Jay more than any dragon he’d ever faced.

"You see son, it's just that you're uh...you're...adopted."

Jay hadn’t been expecting that.

"I...huh?" Jay's brain struggled to form words. The walls of the RV seemed to shift and swirl around him.

"It's true." Edna stood up and joined Jay and Ed by the door "We found you right there on our doorstep one morning with a key. Your father and I hadn't really planned on having kids, but you were just the cutest little thing, so we took you in and raised you as best we could."

"A...key?" was all Jay could manage to get out.

"Yes," Edna pulled a key out of her pocket and handed it to Jay. "It didn't come with a note or instruction of any sort, but I have a feeling those directions on the back of that letter might have something to do with it."

"Oh?" Jay hadn't even noticed anything on the back of the letter until Ed passed it back to him "Oh um, yeah. I-I should probably go check that out."

Jay turned and ran out the door, his mind too full to form a proper goodbye to his parents. Once he was far enough from the RV, Jay summoned his dragon and took off to the location specified on the back of the letter.

"Well, there he goes." Ed sighed.

"You say that like he isn't coming back, Ed."

"Edna, that kid's been itchin' to leave the scrapyard behind ever since he figured out it was all we could give him."

Edna didn't say anything. She just grabbed Ed's hand as the two of them watched Jay's dragon disappear into the distance.

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The directions on the letter led Jay to a secluded woods a small distance away from Ninjago City.

His dragon landed on a stone path and let Jay dismount before vanishing.

At the end of the path was a sleek villa surrounded by various types of lush flora. The building was coloured in tasteful gradients of grey, and very expensive looking.

A part of Jay wasn't sure this was the right place, but when he tried the key his mother had given him in the lock on the front door, it fit perfectly.

More confused than ever, Jay opened the door and went inside.

"Hello?" he called.

The house was completely silent.

"So...this was my birth dad's house?" Jay said to himself.

The inside of the house made him think of a magazine cover. Giant windows let in enough natural sunlight that there wasn't any need to turn on a light (which was good because Jay had no idea where the lightswitch was). The furniture was sparse, but very modern and pristine. A giant flat-screen TV hung on the wall above the electric fireplace.

Whoever furnished this place clearly had money to burn.

Jay walked over to a blue-grey chair. He was slightly afraid to sit in such an expensive looking seat, but he really needed a quiet minute to just relax and-

"Fear isn't a word where I come from!"

"Gah!"

Jay jumped and whipped around. Standing behind him was a two metre tall statue of his favourite comic book character, Fritz Donnegan.

"Fear isn't a word where I come from!" the statue repeated.

"Guess my dad was a big Fritz Donnegan fan. That's…kind of cool."

Jay walked over to the trophy case by the statue.

"Gee, he sure won a lot of awards." Jay reached for a random trophy "I wonder what-"

There was a click. Jay pulled his hand back as the shelf slid to the side, revealing a hidden room.

"Woah!" Jay stepped inside. The secret room was full of various costumes and Fritz Donnegan paraphernalia.

Jay's eyes widened when he spotted a limited edition Starfarer Rayblaster lying on a Hollywood-style vanity.

"Wow, I don't even have this one!" Jay excitedly ran over and grabbed the ray gun "My dad must've really liked Fritz Donnegan! I wonder why he had a secret collection room with a giant mirror, though?"

Jay looked into the mirror. Surrounding his reflection were some taped-up notes and a bunch of old photographs of one guy with various people.

"That guy looks kind of familiar...oh! It's Cliff Gordan! The actor who played Fritz in the movies. I can respect a fellow fan, but maybe you're going a little far with the decorations here, Dad. I wonder what all these notes say...Good luck Cliff, love Nancy...You're hot stuff Gordon, Vanessa...Go get 'em Cliffy, Libber ;)...Geez, did my dad steal a bunch of personal notes to Cliff Gordon? That's- wait a minute..."

It suddenly clicked for Jay.

"My dad...was Cliff Gordon?!" Jay tok a dizzy step back from the mirror "N-no way! How's that even possible? I can't be...Jay Gordon...can I?"

"Ah, but you can."

The hair on the back of Jay's neck stood up.

"Nadakhan!"

Jay turned and fired his ray gun at the djinn.

A rubber dart bounced harmlessly off him.

"Now now, there's no need for such hostility," Nadakhan smiled, "All I’m here to do is grant your second wish."

"Look Nadakhan, I don't know if you rewrote the past or what, but whatever you did, I don't want a second wish!"

"Rewrite the past? I did no such thing. All I did was merely reveal something you didn't know to already be true. I didn't change a thing, as fun as rewriting the past would have been..." Nadakhan tapped his chin thoughtfully.

"Y-you're evil! I don't want to make any more wishes!"

"Oh come now, everyone always wants something." Nadakhan insisted, lazily floating in a circle around Jay "Power, prestige," he leaned a little closer to Jay "Perhaps a ray gun that actually works?"

"No! I don't want anything else! I just wish I wasn't alone with you! No, wait!" Jay buried his face in his hands "I didn’t mean to…"

Nadakhan grimaced. That hadn't been how he'd planned to make Jay use his second wish!

The wish magic surged through and out of Nadakhan before he could come up with a way to turn Jay's request to his advantage.

Ding dong! Ding dong!

"Hello?" a distant voice called "Jay? Are you in there?"

"Nya!" Jay lifted his face from his hands "Is that you?"

"Until next time." Nadakhan grumbled, vanishing in a puff of smoke.

Jay didn't waste any time racing out of the secret room and across the foyer. He nearly tore the front door from the wall as he threw it open.

"Nya!" he exclaimed "How'd you find me here?"

"You were kinda gone for a while, so I went looking for you. When I couldn't find you, I got worried and called your parents. They said you'd be here. Why'd you run off without…"

Nya trailed off as she got a look at the inside of the building.

"Wow," she breathed, stepping inside "I didn't know you had a place this ritzy. How long you been hiding this?"

"Oh, uhh..."

Jay couldn't tell her the truth. If anyone knew he had made a wish with a dangerous djinn, he'd never live it down. Especially since the wish involved trying to impress Nya after she'd literally just told him to back off.

Jay desperately wracked his brain.

"I mean...if you can have a secret hideout...why can't I?" Jay hoped he didn't sound as nervous as he felt.

"A secret hideout eh? Well, I suppose I of all people can respect that. But why'd you leave in the middle of-"

"Nya, Jay, come in!" Lloyd's staticky voice interrupted Nya.

"We're here." Nya spoke into her bracelet "What's going on? Did something happen?"

Jay quietly sighed with relief, thankful for the distraction.

"Haven't you heard?" Lloyd replied "Sky pirates are attacking the city! We need everyone here stat!"

"Sky pirates? We're on our way now!" Nya looked up at Jay "Come on! No time to lose!"

Jay nodded and followed Nya out of the house. Once they got out of the trees, both of them summoned their dragons and took off towards Ninjago City.

"Hey, about earlier," Nya called to Jay from her dragon, "I'm sorry if I've been kind of in a bad mood lately."

"Oh, uh...you don't really need to apologize for anything, Nya." Jay called back.

"I don't know, I feel like maybe I do." Nya rubbed the back of her neck "I've just kind of been under a lot of pressure. I mean, being the newest ninja on the team, trying to catch up in training, how the general public has been reacting to there being a girl ninja..." Nya briefly frowned but quickly shook off whatever was on her mind. "Anyway, it's just been a stressful couple of months. I'm just really glad I've got at least one person in my corner."

"Oh, y-yeah. No problem..." Jay said,

"Seriously Jay, thank you for just listening to me being a friend. You have no idea how much I need that right now." Nya turned to Jay and smiled.

Jay smiled back briefly before turning away. He genuinely wondered if he should take some kind of medication for the awful feeling in his stomach.

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During their battle with the Nadakhan’s crew, Cole managed to snag the lantern that contained the map to the hidden Tiger Widow Island, but their victory came at a cost.

Kai was nowhere to be found after the sky pirates retreated.

It didn't take long for the remaining ninja to figure out that Nadakhan had trapped him in his Djinn Blade along with Wu and Misako.

The loss hit the group hard. It wasn't that Wu or Misako's absence was unfelt, but Kai had been by their side minutes ago, and now he was suddenly just...gone.

Something flashed across Nya's face that made Jay's heart ache, but before he could even consider consoling her, a determined rage replaced any vulnerability in her eyes.

Nya was the first one to speak, breaking the group out of their stupor by reminding them it was time for the next step in their plan.

Feeling a bit guilty about Kai, Jay offered up his new house for the group to hide out in and plan their next move.

Cole took Jay aside and confronted him about his sudden acquisition of such an expensive property. Jay knew he wouldn't be able to get away with lying to Cole, so he confessed everything. Cole was not happy to hear any of what Jay told him, but he promised to not say anything to the rest of the group.

So long as no one else got hurt.

The island was too far away for their dragons to fly to, so the team headed down to the docks to charter a ship.

Unfortunately, the sailor manning the docks sensed a mighty storm brewing, and refused to lend them a sea vessel.

Luckily, Jay's late father happened to have a robust (not to mention incredibly shiny) boat at that dock the ninja were free to use.

The storm was as bad as the sailor had predicted. Jay had to be tied to the top of the mast to act as a lightning rod, while Zane went below deck so he wouldn't attract any lightning away from Jay.

It was one of the worst storms any of the ninja had ever seen. Everyone was so caught up in the chaos of making sure the ship didn't crash, that no one noticed the island approaching before it was too late.

"Brace yourselves!" was all Lloyd had time to shout before there was a deafening crunch, and the world went black.

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The gentle sound of waves breaking on the sand greeted Jay’s ears as he started to regain consciousness.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the sun beginning to rise, and Lloyd helping Cole stand up. Nya stood nearby, her hand shading her eyes as she scanned the sea.

Behind them was a thick jungle, presumably with the tiger widow lurking somewhere in its depths.

At least they’d made it to the island in one piece, even if the former Cliff Gordon’s boat hadn’t.

Jay blearily stood up and brushed as much sand as he could out of his gi.

"Cole!" he suddenly realized "How on earth did you manage to not get wet in a shipwreck?"

Cole just rubbed his head, not awake enough to form a response.

"Jay! You're up!" relief washed over Lloyd's face "Thank goodness we're all okay."

"Not all of us," Nya frowned, "I can't find Zane anywhere!"

“Zane?" Cole blinked and looked around the beach.

"Oh no!" Nya's hands shot to her mouth in horror "He was below deck during the storm alone! How could we have forgotten? Nadakhan must have-"

"Okay, that's it!" Cole snapped, now very awake and very angry "This has gone too far!"

"Cole," Lloyd said "We're all upset about losing Zane and Kai, but you have to stay calm."

"I'm not talking about them, I'm talking about him!"

Jay’s heart stopped as Cole pointed at him.

"Jay?" Nya asked "What'd Jay do?"

"Ha ha, y-yeah Cole? What'd I do?"

"Don't play dumb." Cole shot Jay a glare before turning back to Nya and Lloyd "Jay already made two wishes with Nadakhan before he visited any of us. He could have warned us, and Kai and Zane might still be here!"

"Wait what?" Nya's eyebrows shot up.

"Wh…” Lloyd scrunched his face in confusion ”Why didn't you tell us earlier Jay?" Lloyd asked.

"Oh, I don't know, it just didn't really seem important, I guess..." Jay didn't make eye contact with anyone.

"He didn't tell anyone because he used his wish to get that fancy house to try and impress Nya!"

Jay’s stomach dropped and the world seemed to stand still.

Nya's eyebrows somehow shot up even higher.

"You..." her voice was unsteady, like someone had knocked the wind out of her "You mean when you disappeared at lunch...after I had made it very clear I wasn't interested in dating you..." the disbelief in Nya's voice steadily morphed into rage "You told me you understood, and then you ran off with an evil djinn and tried to wish for my love!?"

"N-no! Nya, it's not like that! I wasn't trying to...h-he tricked me into-"

"Save it Jay." Nya turned away from him and crossed her arms "I don't want to hear whatever lies you're trying to feed me!"

She marched into the jungle without looking back.

"No, wait! Nya! I'm not-" Jay looked at Lloyd and Cole "C'mon, help me out here guys!"

"Here's some advice," Cole said "Next time, don't keep vital information from the team just to save your own sorry hide."

Cole's shoulder bumped roughly into Jay as he walked past him to follow Nya.

Jay desperately turned to Lloyd, but the hard glare Lloyd was giving him destroyed any hope he had for sympathy.

Lloyd didn't even say anything as he walked past Jay into the trees.

"I just found out my parents aren't my birth parents!" Jay shouted into the trees "If anyone cares!"

There was no response.

Jay groaned and ran after the others.

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When they got to the tiger widow's cave, Jay was unanimously voted to go in and retrieve the venom alone. He desperately tried to protest this decision, but no one was budging.

Despite the threat to his life and limb, a part of him was glad to get away from Nya's burning glare.

After much struggle (and screaming), Jay finally managed to procure a canteen of the deadly spider's venom. When he escaped the cave, he found his friends scattered and locked in fierce battle with various members of Nadakhan's crew.

The ninja managed to regroup, but the angry tiger widow had followed Jay, and chased the group across an unstable bridge. The bridge couldn't hold their weight and snapped in two.

The ninja managed to grab onto one half of the bridge and began to climb to safety, but Nadakhan suddenly appeared and took advantage of their compromised position.

He kidnapped Jay, emptied his canteen, and sent the tiger widow tumbling to the treacherous valley below.

"Jay!" Cole yelled as the cackling Nadakhan and his crew retreated into the sky "Oh no, we've lost Jay and the only thing that can stop Nadakhan!"

"Not quite." Nya pulled out a canteen full of-

"The tiger widow venom?" Lloyd's eyes widened "But, how?"

"I switched canteens with Jay before the bridge collapsed." Nya grinned proudly.

"So that means..." Lloys smiled.

"We have the only thing that can stop Nadakhan!" Cole finished enthusiastically.

"And better yet, they don't know we have it." Nya added.

Cole squinted at the sky.

"But there's no way our dragons can fly that far, and our ship was scuttled on entry, so how are we supposed to get off this island?"

"If we managed to escape an asteroid in the desolate void of space, we can get off this island." Lloyd said confidently.

"Lloyd's right. We'll find a way. We always do." Nya tightened her grip on the canteen. "Nadakhan had better watch out, because we're coming for him."

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[thumbtack47]

Neptunia Cartooncore story-related stuff

I'm on vacation and kinda unable to draw stuff for this au rn (I have my tablet w me, but i dont have 1. a good desk to put it on and 2. the actual file where I have all the other designs stored) so this is the most I can do 4 it rn could probably accompany it w doodles in the future and I probably should but uh. fuck you take my wall of text

For All Games:

story is largely the same per game, with small tweaks on the side

focus on minimizing fanservice and tired, dated jokes

text ver under cut

Nep RB1 (ok this is a bit weird cuz this game isn't canon and has a lot of parts that would be difficult to write out but im gonna try to make it canon anyway)

use the main map from RB2 onwards

forget about the Maker characters (aside from IF and Compa), they don't really add much to the story

forget about the main goddess, Histoire + Arfoire plotline

Celestia exists as a floating island that each goddess strives to take control of, contains valuable resources and acts as a status symbol

Celestia falls to the earth after the final battle with Arfoire + Momus, losing its power (eventually becomes the Gamindustri Graveyard and rises again in RB2)

nix the CPUs turning into humans thing for the ending, Celestia falls and they all agree to stop fighting as much

Histoire is the only Oracle to exist, acts as a neutral traveling advisor to each goddess and knows how to best utilize Celestia's power

leads to her being kidnapped by Arfoire who wishes to use Celestia for malicious purposes

Celestia requires the Bridge Disc to be able to access it-- Arfoire breaks it and the pieces scatter throughout the 4 nations to serve the same purpose as the key fragments

game opens with the 4 goddesses fighting on Celestia-- Neptune's idea to fight for it fair and square

meanwhile Arfoire kidnaps Histoire, hitches a ride on the Bridge Disc's bridge, and hides to subtly influence the fight from afar

others are too focused on the fight to notice that there is a new voice, convinced to target Neptune (Neptune is not convinced)

after Neptune is kicked and the others realize, Arfoire knocks everyone off and destroys the Bridge Disc (everyone else is fine, though-- they catch themselves while Neptune doesn't)

Underling exists in this game, carries out the word-spreading of Momus

Momus is created with Celestia's power instead of just """""fear""""""-focus on minimizing the game's misogyny problem (remove the fuckin basilicom member distracting bit, rework the brothers to only be weird ab tall people and have no character want anything to do with them, have less side characters being really weird ab the main cast in general, etc)

Vert and Blanc's rivalry is now instead about height instead of boobs

HDD still exists, I need to figure out designs

IF was previously very enamored w Vert, this is cute but we need to connect it w the other games

IF is still enamored w Vert but like in a distanced way. Doomed romance, or at least she thinks. Meets up w Neptune and Compa, IF and Compa really hit it off. End up in a relationship but then they actually go to visit Vert, and Vert is enamored w IF. Now has internal struggle of choosing between longtime crush and current partner. Current partner wins, of course, but the conflict still exists (along with the internal conflict of being convinced to kill Nep. Just a lot going on for IF in Leanbox)

Noire is the most invested in getting Neptune's memories back, poorly tries to hide it but also frequently checks in on Neptune despite everything, takes time off from CPU duties, etc

im probably forgetting some things cuz it's been a while but that's the big things(edited)

Nep RB2

THE CONQUEST AND HOLY SWORD ROUTES

Throughout the game, there will be dialogue options! Possible actions for Nepgear to take (say, for example, scene where Nepgear has to comfort someone, say, Uni. 2 possible options would be 1. Asking them what's wrong, or 2. Vainly attempting to cheer them up). The correct choice would be fairly obvious, but still. The point is to showcase Nepgear's indecision and issues with self-confidence, as she learns to believe in her own abilities and grow as a person throughout the story. Unless you keep choosing the wrong options. With each incorrect dialogue option, Nepgear starts to doubt herself more and more-- her ability to console people, think tactically, etc. while also distancing herself from, and worsening her relationship with, the other main characters as a result.

Both the Conquest and Holy Sword Routes are only available if you chose every single incorrect dialogue option. Probably include a sound cue to let you know you've chosen wrong

At the end of the game, then, Nepgear will be too scared for the team to take on Arfoire and ASIC, lamenting that they're too weak. The CPUs protest, saying that they haven't even tried yet, but Nepgear doesn't budge-- they already spent all this time getting the main CPUs and Nepgear doesn't want to lose them again, so her anxiety spirals. So they, reluctantly, listen to her, and try to find ways to strengthen themselves. Nepgear herself does research and finds out about the Gehaburn, which would practically guarantee a win. Everybody else knows it as the Cursed Sickle, but, still apprehensive, follow Nepgear to find it.

at this point before the dungeon the Gehaburn is located in, the game will warn you that it's about to get a lot harder. Every enemy will become Viral, and there will be certain boss battles with special, difficult conditions (mostly just the fact that reviving characters is disabled). This is to prepare the player for the difficulty spike that is to come.

The Gehaburn's dungeon turns out to be a dungeon type all its own-- an overgrown, underground labyrinth. Viral enemies lurk throughout, and there are 3 sections to it instead of the max of 2. Just to sell the long, doomed journey for the cursed sickle.

Upon Nepgear touching the Gehaburn, the sickle will freak out and instantly take control of her. This starts a boss battle where your performance will dictate the ending you'll receive. (Win = Holy Sword Ending, Lose = Conquest Ending, renamed to Ruin Ending)

RUIN ENDING

Killing Order changes, first of all: Neptune > Vert > Noire > Blanc > Ram > Rom > Uni

Nepgear goes berserk during the battle and is too much for anyone to handle. Murders Neptune and Vert in the process, and then goes back to normal.

whatever Nepgear did while berserk completely shatters her-- in this state, the mere notion that she killed her own sister is too much to handle. Everyone else scatters.

Nepgear hides away somewhere else, not wanting to be close enough to anyone to be able to hurt them. The problem? She can't let go of the Gehaburn. Physically.

Due to having no CPUs at this point, Planeptune and Leanbox fall to ruin. This will happen to every nation in due time, hence the "Ruin" part.

Nepgear eventually succumbs to the Gehaburn's control, and becomes naught but a killing machine. She's going for the other CPUs first. She's conscious enough to be eternally crying, though, unable to stop the ensuing chaos and left to stew in her own guilt and anguish. This breaks her in due time, leaving one unable to tell the difference between Berserk Nepgear (Gearburn?) and normal Nepgear.

The game ends with every nation left in ruins. Arfoire and ASIC have been taken care of (by Nepgear), but at this point it doesn't really matter. People go about their lives with uncertainty-- the Fallen CPU could be just around the corner (think the same vibes of like-- undertale Neutral Ending where you've killed most major characters)

HOLY SWORD ENDING

the gang successfully snaps Nepgear out of it, causing the Gehaburn to get tossed aside in the process

Nepgear, understandably horrified that she just tried to kill everyone, tries to run away but the gang stops her

an intervention takes place. Due to Nepgear's actions she's led to think that nobody actually likes her, and that she can't do much of anything. They tell her the opposite

NG: "But, why would you even want to talk to me? I can't even help anyone. I almost killed all of you, and went after some stupid thing that would probably do more harm than good. I'm not even cut out to be a CPU Candidate..."

B: "Ugh, would you quit it with the self-deprecating crap?! You're a CPU, whether you like it or not! Same as us. You damn well better start ACTING like one!"

V: "Uh, what she MEANT to say was... we all have our own little hangups, okay? None of us are perfect."

NR: "It was a high-stress situation, you weren't ready for it. It's not like we blame you or anything."

NP: "Yeah! If I had a nickel for every time I pissed off ol' Noire for having no friends, I'd be rolling in it-- yet we still hang out. Makes ya think, doesn't it?"

NR: (Distant) "THAT'S NOT EVEN THE POINT! IT'S NOT EVEN TRUE!"

U: "Gear, I hate when you talk about yourself like this. I wouldn't have stuck with you for so long if I thought you were useless. We can do this; we'll be alright, okay?"

NG: (Blubbering) "But... what if I actually killed you? What if I black out, and the next moment, you're gone?"

U: "shhhhhhh, don't worry. That thing can't hurt ya now. Can't hurt any of us now. Trust me: if that happens again, we'll just beat it outta ya like we did just now."

NG: "Okay."

or something like that

The CPUs attempt to destroy the Gehaburn; however, after hitting it, it glows and the soul possessing the Gehaburn apparates and then flees to the base of the Gamindustri Graveyard

A special, secret boss battle ensues once the player tries to enter the Gamindustri Graveyard where you fight the Gehaburn itself

Revives are prohibited in this boss battle

Failing the boss leads straight to the final ending cutscene of the Ruin Ending. Winning however purifies the sickle, making it unfurl into a proper sword named Excaliburn that can only be equipped by Nepgear

Wields the power of the Gehaburn with none of the drawbacks, best sword in the game

Arfoire and ASIC are defeated with ease, leading to a much happier alternate ending

[ivoryminitower]

Echoes of Home: 11 - Steve ("goobbue")

Echoes of Home: FFXIV AU OC – WoLs on Earth

I was concerned about doing mining and harvesting where people could see us.  Not just because we pull vegetables and minerals out of things noninvasively, but also because every place is owned by somebody, some of whom might try to object with shotguns and stuff.  Never a problem in Eorzea, where people didn't seem to mind when we harvested right on their farm.

Turns out Gatherer's Sneak ability works pretty well here.  In Eorzea it lets gatherers not be noticed by hostiles; here, "hostiles" seems to include anyone who'd object to us wandering on their property and harvesting in their fields.  If anyone did notice us, they apparently didn't care.

But we need to widen our range to get to the good stuff, wherever it is, if it is.  And that's a problem if we don't have Earth-normal transportation.  We've got lots of mounts, but we never got the car mount, I don't remember ever seeing a motorcycle mount, and the only reasonably mundane critter mount we have is the chocobo, which might pass for a big ostrich.  Apparently no one ever wanted a "plain" horse in FF14.  Tsu'na probably misses her Boreas as much as I miss my Aithon.

The Falcon does look like a weird motorcycle, but it would attract attention, which is bad since  it's not street-legal because we don't have plates.  The Manacutter could pass for a small aircraft, but it'd be an unregistered aircraft which would show up on radar.  I don't care how many movies were made, I don't think we can get away with the mech armor suits.

So, unless we can find really cheap bicycles or something, that probably means traveling at night using an organic mount that doesn't glow, flying to avoid main roads.

God help me, I think that means the goobbue.

It also means camping gear, since traveling at night will mess up our schedule.  And Tsu'na's still working on her bathroom rhythm.  So I'm going a little nuts with Original Me's money to get a cheap tent, a couple cheap sleeping bags, a 5-gallon water jug and a camp shovel. Decent prices on Amazon, and I can get the stuff sent to the Hartman place during the day.

Tsu'na asked me why I'm buying a shovel.  I told her it's for digging a latrine.

"You mentioned a latrine before.  What is it?"

"A ditch that you dig, about a foot wide by three feet long by three feet deep.  You stand over it with one foot on either side, squat down and use it for a toilet.  Then you shovel some of the dirt back in."

"...You are joking?"

"No, I'm not.  Standard camping practice."

"What if I fall in?"

"Well, you're an intelligent woman, so you'll probably be able to tell how hard I'll be trying to not laugh at you."

She grabbed my shirt. "If I fall, I will take you with me."

"I'll be praying you don't fall, then."

Right, I should probably add toilet paper to the order.  And a lantern.

Google Maps says there's rocky hills to the west which will probably be good for mining, and it looks like meadows to the northwest which hopefully have grass and grain.  If the order comes in tomorrow we can head out after the diner shift and be back in a couple days.  We can tell the Hartmans we're looking for work out of town.  Technically true.

We found a pawn shop in town and sold a pair of copper wristlets.  They have a small intelligence boost; maybe they'll help whoever buys them.  Selling it was more of an experiment than income; we probably couldn't get away with pawning lots of the same thing unless we made an arrangement with the owner.  And we should probably work out how to make unstatted replicas first.

That was a bit of a chicken-and-egg question I had in Eorzea: Did the weapon convey the skill, or did the class imbue the weapon?  We change classes by changing weapons, and the weapons are specific to classes.  What would happen if I gave an Eorzean Gladiator sword to an Earth norm?  Would he become a Gladiator and get Gladiator skills?  And inventory and all?  Or would he simply not be able to use it because he wasn't already a Gladiator?

For that matter, would we still be able to use Gladiator skills if we picked up an Earth sword?  Or would it just be an all-classes replica?

That'll have to wait.  I think buying a sword with Original Me's money would be a little too nuts.

[namuneulbo]

week ninety-eight

storytime!

i hung out w a, l and l and we "told" l ab my crush on w, who hes like,, friends w. it wasnt even me gushing ab him it was literally just and l being so obv and making jokes ab us and how we should meet and stuff and then a told l to message him and ask if he wanted to join our hangout and then go out for a bit. l wasnt necessarily against the idea but he checked snap map and was like "hes back home in his hometown (which is like,, 30 km away?) so i dont think hell be able to come" so i just assumed he never asked him. later on we had a lil break from hanging out to let us cook and get ready for a little wine night and then when im at home i see than a had dmed me and i check it and omg. so l ended up asking w anyways, im assuming w a little push from a and he replied being like "ah i have a gig tonight so i cant but im happy u thought to invite me and id gladly do it another time". HELLOOOOOOO??????? im assuming were just gonna try inviting him next weekend again and im so excited omfgomgomg.

sotw: thirty seconds to mars - the kill

[seeksbats]

      she  greets  him  a  little  POKE .  ❛    hey ,  you !  i  haven’t  seen  you  in  a  while .    ❜

♡  //  @mideoku

[thewritetofreespeech]

Little Red Corvette

Summary: taking the car from Mammon’s latest Devilgram story for a different kind of ‘ride’.

tags: sex in a car, heterosexual sex, blow jobs, fingering, cursing, spitters are quitters, female reader

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After your private pool party, and finding a hotel near the coast like Mammon wanted, the two of you decide to enjoy your little red hot rod a little while longer and take a drive up the sea side. It had been beautiful during the day, but it was dazzling at night.

You pull off after a 20-30 minute drive from your hotel. Finding a little lookout point that overlooked the beach, and the sea, and the biggest brightest moon you had ever seen.

“It’s beautiful!” You gush after you park. The engine cutting off and giving way to just the distant silence of the waves and few cicadas.

“I’m glad ya like it. I wanted this to be a special trip for you.” Mammon said. Reaching across the console and taking your hand. “Because you’re special to me, [Y/N].”

You smile at Mammon and lean back over the console at him to give him a kiss. Which he gladly returned. Your kissing slowly becomes more passionate. If the windows & the top were up you would be fogging up the windows like any good 90's romcom. Then you feel his hand on your thigh.

"Do you want to go back to the hotel?" You ask when you break away. Feeling his fingers inch further up your leg to the hem of your cover up, and making no effort to stop him.

"Ugggghhh....I can't wait that long..." Mammon whined. Looking at you like he could feel his balls turning blue just thinking about it. Then his face broke out in a grin. "Let's do it here."

"Here??" You repeat. Your face turning red in the moonlight at the suggestion. "Someone might see us."

"No they won't. No one is around." He reasoned. "Come on," he urged as he leaned over the gear shaft to nuzzle and kiss your neck, "don't you wanna do it in this nice fancy car. It would be so hot."

You have to admit, it did sound hot. Having hot sex, with your hot boyfriend, in this hot fire engine red sports car, was a triple threat of hotness. When were you going to get this chance again? You couldn't say no.

You climb into the back with Mammon, who grins all the way behind you at getting his way.

Despite his remarks earlier, he is kind enough to pull the top up for some privacy. Making the space that much more intimate for you. "[Y/N]...." He moaned as you kissed freely now in the back. "I want ya so bad. Gods below, how can a human like you do this to me." You half except him to say 'The Great Mammon's but he seem genuinely mesmerized and almost in pain with how badly he wanted you.

Not that you could say much else. Since you said yes, your panties were wetter than ever. You wanted him badly too.

He kissed your cheek, then moved down toward your neck. You moan and squirm under him when he nipped playfully at your ear. You hear him moan in return when your hands slip under his Hawaiian shirt across the hard planes of his pecs and abs. Mapping out the lines with your finger tips like they were brail. Eventually making it down to his lower abs, and brushing over his erection standing up in his trunks. “Mmmm...[Y/N]....”

You shift around a little (not exactly easy in this sporty little car, but you manage) so that Mammon was on his back against the plush seats and laid out. This was the only way this was going to work with how tall he was. Plus, you wanted to try something.

“W-What are you doing?” Mammon asked. Voice shaky, but clearly aroused, as he watched you slither back to the farthest corner you could manage and undo his belt.

“Isn’t it obvious?” You ask with a smirk you hope he can see in the moonlight. Then you lean down and lick his cock.

The demon immediately arched and moaned against the simple touch. Mammon was always so expressive when you were together like this. He might deny his feelings, or play them off like no big deal or a joke, but his body can’t lie. He was already quivering and panting as you wrap your lips around him. “[Y/N]....that feels so good....”

You hum out something like a thank you around his cock; sending another shiver down Mammon. You suck him off the way he liked. Licking the shaft. Taking him all the way back for a moment before pulling back towards the tip. Fondling his balls. His cock tasted like the chlorine from the pool, and somehow still salt from the sea by being near the beach all day. It was an intoxicating flavor, mixed with his natural musk, that you start to squirm against his knee you had to prop yourself up on to make this position work.

“Ya feeling it too baby?” Mammon asked. His voice in harsh pants now as he was getting close. “Does sucking my cock turn you on?” You nod in between bobbing over his cock. Before you’d be embarrassed to admit it, but now? What was the point in hiding it. “Fuck, watching you blow me and get turned on by it is sending me into overdrive babe. I’m gonna cum soon. You gonna take it for me babe? Drink it down?” You moan around him as Mammon’s fingers played with your hair. Possibly in affirmative. Possibly just because it felt good. Either way, it was enough to send him over the edge and he was cumming erratically into your mouth.

You swallow it down in one big gulp. One because he seemed to want you to, and two, you didn’t want this fine luxury automobile stained. It does seem to turn him on as Mammon whimpered quietly when he saw your mouth come off his cock clean. Grabbing you by the shoulders and crushing you against him for a kiss like he hadn’t seen you in ages.

“Now it’s your turn.”

You let out a weak, open mouth moan, when Mammon slipped his fingers in past your bathing suit bottoms and into you. “Fuck baby. You’re so wet it feels like we’re still in the pool. Ah shit! We should have done it in the pool. Do you think we can get back in? Maybe break in? I can hold you up around my waist while we float around with my cock inside you.” You moan and buck against his fingers at the idea. When had he become such an exhibitionist?

His fingers tease your clit and hole for a little while longer, until you’re begging him to stop so he can fuck you. He’s more than happy to oblige. Cock still out from when you tended to it, and rehard, all he had to do was take his fingers out of you and move your suit bottoms to the side to be inside you.

You moan and arch your back at the feeling of his shaft inside you. Adjusting to it for a moment before you were rocking against Mammon. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you hear the car squeak in tandem with your thrusts. The shocks putting up their best effort to keep up with the ‘rocky course’ you’d set them on. There isn’t a lot of room, so Mammon has to let you do the work. He’s pinned, under your thighs and at mercy to your rolling hips, but he doesn’t seem to mind. His hands hold onto your hips for support as he watched you ride his cock in the dark, dim light of the moon still spilling in from the windshield. Your hands braced against his chest for additional support.

Soon enough, you’re cumming around him. Worked up by the erotic scenario and his fingers, it doesn’t take you long. Mammon, on the other hand, takes longer since he’d cum once before. He ‘takes care of himself’ in a way though, after you collapse against him in orgasmic bliss. Holding you tight and close as he thrust hard and fast into your over stimulated pussy. Nearly making you cum again.

After he was done, cumming in you again, he lifted up your head from his shoulder to give you a soft, lazy kiss. “Let’s get back babe.” He said, after you’ve both caught your breath and savored the moment for a while.

It’s less romantic trying to get back to the front of the car, and out of your tangled limbs. Apparently there is no way to do it gracefully. But, you manage, and Mammon started up the car and put the top back down. Letting the fresh air in and smell of sex out. You drive back along the coast towards your hotel. Enjoying the smell of sea air and bright night sky. With Mammon.

[ushidoux]

November Baby - Ushijima x Reader

Summary: Wakatoshi offers you a little more than just chocolate and flowers on Valentine’s Day. (~2.7k words)

Warnings: breeding kink, pregnancy talk, cisfem!reader, nsfw

A/N: Breeding kink and big one-track minded boy just go hand in hand. This is for @prettysetterbaby’s Valentine’s Day collab!

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Wakatoshi never told you directly that he wanted children, but he signaled so in every possible way. 

It was initially subtle - of course, he’d always loved your hips, but his eyes and hands started to rest on them more often, and soon your belly became his favorite place to plant soft kisses, and his fingers started to favor the dip in your waist and the smoothness of your hips.

In the evenings when you washed up for the night, his eyes seemed to hone in on your facial features more than usual, and while he stood beside you at the bathroom sink to get ready of his own accord as you brushed your teeth and swiped toner on your face and neck, you could see him perform a sort of math in his head, adding and subtracting from the elements that comprised the two of you. 

You took note of all these behaviors, but you declined to pick his brain because your Toshi was always direct, and you knew that if he was quiet now, it was only because he was still coming up with the proper words to express what he was feeling.

But he let you know all right, in the middle of a crowded department store in the heart of Warsaw that looked like it had been ransacked by Cupid’s battalion many times over.

“Is Poland just really into Valentines’ Day or is it this store?” You joked, as you followed your husband leisurely pushing a shopping cart you’d overloaded with essentially useless trinkets and decorative items. You’d moved into your new home just a couple of weeks ago, and still were engrossed with the task of filling the empty spaces between comfy furniture and elegant fixtures. 

You were now trekking through the realm of cribs and diapers and couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at the frankly quite excessive marketing. Red and pink hearts were everywhere, as were flowers, huge balloons, chubby angels and red crossbows, you name it.

“Oh my God, even the baby section is Valentine’s Day themed??? No wonder everyone I know is born in November!”

You were busy laughing at your own joke, but instead, he looked at you with the slightest bit of caution in his hazel eyes, leaning over the cart as it rolled to a stop and gripping the handles carefully.

“Let’s have a November baby, too,” he said, abruptly enough to stun you for a split second.

Your eyes grew slightly wide, your face growing hot at his clear and concise statement, and you quickly looked around to see if anyone else had picked up his distinct baritone. You knew in your heart of hearts he was completely serious, and flustered, you bumped him slightly on the hip.

“Why would you say it right now?” You hissed.

“Does it matter where I say it?” He asked, with a slight raise of his eyebrows. You pouted, fingers tightening on the handles of the shopping cart as well. His eyes were still on you, again, gauging your reaction, worried if he was too forward and if he had somehow made you upset with his suggestion.

“Only if you want to of course, my love,” he reassured again, his hand now covering yours. His smile was understanding, even if there was a hint of lingering hope.

The warmth was fading from your face, your heartbeat that had sped up due to embarrassment now settling with the stroke of his thumb over the back of your hand.

It didn’t take you long to think because the thought had already crossed your mind. Being heavy with his child, then eventually coming to this very store with a small little one that looked like the two of you…

It was a delightful thought, actually.

“Wine and dine me first,” you teased, kissing him quickly on the nose, “and then we can consider having a Valentine’s Day baby.”

He grinned, the slightest bit of mischief in his glance.

“I’ll have you pregnant by the end of the night.”

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Dumping your pill pack into the trash was a surprisingly simple ordeal and you were very thankful it was mainly used for birth control over anything else. But out of an abundance of caution, you’d decided to shoot a message to your primary care doctor earlier that morning anyway and gotten the green light to start immediately, which was reassuring if not embarrassing. While you knew she didn’t take it this way, part of you felt like you’d essentially disrupted her life to say by the way, my husband’s gonna fuck me into oblivion until i pee positive on a stick, any objections?

Ushijima seemed to be taking this ordeal very seriously as he was prone to do, his diet even more regimented than usual despite being off-season and adding an extra ten minutes to his morning jog, a protein-heavy green smoothie in hand. While that was cute, what wasn’t cute was the fact that he hadn’t touched you in the past week.

When you rolled over to him in the middle of the night, slipping your hand down his boxers to try to get him to give you what he wanted, he responded with a kiss on the lips before gently removing your hand off of him and intertwining his fingers with that hand instead. 

“If I’m going to breed you, it’s gonna be special,” he murmured almost directly into your ear, a tinge of slumber in his voice making his voice even more seductive.

Breed? The thought itself had your heart racing but not as much when he added,

“I’m saving up to fill you with the biggest load possible, sweetheart.” 

With that, he patted you on the head before whispering for you to go to sleep and anchoring an arm around your midsection to snuggle with you, but the thought of what he would do to you had you wide, wide awake.

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The fact that you were so focused on the main event made it easier for Ushijima to surprise you with the rest of the activities he had planned for Valentine’s Day.

It wasn’t the first since you’d been married, but he’d absolutely put even greater efforts into this one, starting with waking you up (after letting you sleep almost into noon) to an oversized box of chocolates and bouquet of roses and a handmade card with a haiku written in his neat script. If that weren’t enough, he’d brought you brunch to enjoy together, cozied up in bed, and topped off morning kisses with the revelation of a tennis bracelet to go with your engagement ring.

“Toshi, it’s perfect…,” you all but blubbered out, ready to burst into tears. He treated you so well.

“Not as perfect as you,” he said with a smile, welcoming you to bury yourself in his chest.

Dinner warranted more of an effort from you, and so you dressed up in your finest attire for the upscale restaurant, armed with the complete awareness that your husband planned to rip every inch of fabric off of you tonight. It didn’t help that while your meal was pleasant, you could see Ushijima grow impatient with time, adjusting and readjusting the sleeves of his blazer as night approached.

When you finally returned to the front door of your home, you were stuffed but not to bursting, and that very little bit of space left in your belly seemed to fill with new butterflies, especially with Ushijima’s hand resting at the small of your back as he opened the door. 

Why were you so nervous? You’d had sex before, many times over, but something about today felt… different? Maybe it was the looming idea of purpose, and Ushijima knew purpose very well. 

When the door clicked shut, he wasn’t on you immediately as you expected, but he was still ready, as were you. He leaned down to plant yet another kiss on your lips that seemed to whisk the nervousness away - again he was your Toshi, and you were his, and you were going to create life.

“Baby?” He asked, tentatively. 

“Baby,” you agreed, wrapping your arms around his neck to start another kiss anew. He carried you effortlessly, keeping his lips pressed to yours as he pulled off your high heels and tossed them haphazardly, leading you back into the bedroom where a smattering of rose petals along the shag carpet and in the center of the bed greeted you, along with a lightly diffused essential oil blend with heavy notes of ylang-ylang and cedarwood.

Laying you carefully on your back, his eyes shifted from soft to focused, practically to match the level of intensity you saw when he was on the court, and your pulse started to pick up again. While he didn’t exactly tear the clothes off of you as you had anticipated, your dress was pulled over your body quite hastily to reveal all of you. Inches of skin to mark, a beautiful body to fill. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured again, leaning into your neck for soft bites and kisses. He was still mostly fully clothed, and you could feel his swollen length press against your pubis, thick and heavy.

He let out a sigh, and climbed off the bed to undress.

“Don’t move,” he ordered as he pulled off tie, shirt, pants, in that order, and you couldn’t tell if you were more distracted by the sculpted muscles of his shoulders, arms, chest and abs, flexing and relaxing with every minute movement or the swell of his fat cock at attention, anxious to bury itself inside you. 

You gulped. You knew this was a ridiculous thought, but for a moment, you wondered if it was somehow bigger today?

Before you even realized what you were saying, you were already pleading, “Toshi… please be gentle…”

Ushijima smirked at your wide-eyed look, then shifted back to taking in your splayed out body with his eyes, as though mapping out his strategy while he idly fisted his length.

“Of course, love. I would never dream of hurting the mother of my kids.” 

Yet, he was absolutely going to have his way with you.

It didn’t take him long to make a decision on how to attack, anyway, because he quickly resumed position hovering over you, taking a moment to appreciate the sight of anticipating, open lips, slightly knit eyebrows over a curious gaze. His lower half pressed against you closely enough that again, you could feel the entirety of his warm, girthy length pressing against the bottom of your quickly wetting cunt to your abdomen.

The sheer span of his cock reminded you that he was basically designed to do this.

The fact that he started moving first, rubbing his length across your belly as if trying out the course before he dove in also reminded you how much your body craved him always. 

His fingers entered you hastily, and he reveled in the way your cunt already made the lewdest of noises, soft audible squishes with every pump of his fingers as he prepped you.

“So eager… so sloppy, waiting to receive all of my cum, aren’t you?” He teased, withdrawing his fingers to show you some of your slick. “You’re receptive,” he added, pulling his two fingers apart to show you the stringiness of your arousal. 

“I-I want this too, you know,” your face growing hot from the tease, hotter still when he sucked your wetness right off his fingers.

“What do you want?” He said, raising an eyebrow, still moving painfully slowly on top of you, but angling his body so that he was just running the entire base of his cock against your wet slit, killing you with every second he wasn’t immediately filling you up.

“Your babies, Toshi...”

That made him smile, and you earned the slight entry of his cockhead into you, forcing a slight moan out of your throat. The stretch was intense, as always, but the fact that he slowed had you squirming for more, as fast as possible. 

“T-Toshi… please, more,” you moaned as you raised your legs to slide down further on his cock, and he held them, pressing both firmly along his side.

“How much cum can you take in this little body of yours?” he asked, pressing right at your umbilicus with one hand, as he pushed in a mere additional inch.

You let out something between a moan and a scream from the overwhelming sensation of being stretched with so many inches to spare.

“Just fill me!!! Please, just put everything inside me,” you whined. 

“As you wish, darling.”

His arms hoisted your legs above his shoulders and he did you the service of thrusting all remaining inches inside you, forcing tears from your eyes from the too full sensation, kissing your ankles beside his head as he gave you time to breathe and adjust. Once you’d settled from the sound of your whimpers slowing, he reached for the headboard behind you before he started his onslaught.

Thrust after thrust after savage thrust, you could hear his groans deepen as he plowed the grounds for his seed, his hands tightening firmly against the wood of your headboard as it creaked for mercy. 

He felt so good, so perfect, so fitting, stretching you out like this to make room for his kin. 

Your fingers etched desire into his back, as you choked up a demand for more sensation, more him, more closeness..

“More, daddy!”

“Daddy is quite correct,” he mused, his hands moving from the headboard to quiet instead the jostle of your breasts, palming them gently. 

They were so pretty to him, he couldn’t wait to see them swell. 

He leaned down again to swallow your moans in a kiss, then opted to flip you above him instead, before he continued to snap his hips, bouncing you into the air.

“T-Toshi, you’re ah- too fast!” You shrieked, barely able to stand upright, the ride too rocky and intense for you. Palming his abdomen to walk your way up despite your movement, he brought you back down flush against his chest again, holding you tightly. 

“Let me do the work,” he whispered, kissing you, making your head swim to distract from the fact that he really was rearranging your guts. “I’ll do at least this much, since you’ll be carrying our child.”

And to that promise, you came almost instantly, an impulse of shock traveling from your slippery cunt up that you could almost feel in the tips of your fingers that made your body clench, your toes curl and the sound that came out of your throat less dainty and more primal, coming from so far deep inside you, even you were afraid.

As if on cue, his fingers dug into the flesh of your waist, holding you steady as he pounded into you even further, faster, pushing past fluttering walls and soundless cries coming from your lips, until he finally came with a shudder, spurting thick, hot gobs of liquid that you could feel hitting your cervix.

And it kept coming; he held you tighter, so desperately you thought you might break under his touch, burying his face in your chest - you could feel yourself still clenching around him, so greedy, trying to milk him for even more than the generous amount he was giving you.

It would be a miracle if you weren’t pregnant.

When it finally stopped, he left an arm around your back pressing you close to him, letting out a soft, pleased sigh with lowered eyelids. You stayed against him for longer, cockwarming him, your hands languidly coming to rest on both sides of his face.

Your darling Wakatoshi…

He stayed hard inside you, slowly giving you just one more stroke to atone for the small amount of semen that was already threatening to leak out around him, then laid you on your back.

“You’re doing so well already…” he encouraged, scooping up drops of him spilling out of you. “Keep it all in,” he said breathily, a warm palm pressing on your opening. 

“I will, baby,” you nodded, and he gave you another peck on the lips, then moved to one of your mounds to take a pert nipple in his mouth and suck softly. 

His hand lingered on your hot cunt, warm and dripping; he instead focused on stimulating your nipples with the other hand and his lips, forcing another orgasm out of you with time and dedication.

He’d obviously read somewhere orgasms themselves made pregnancy more likely. Always so thorough.

“You... f-feel so good,” you mewled, your back arching with pleasure as he used a thumb to stimulate your clit gently as he kept his semen inside you. 

He smiled, stroking his already re-hardening cock in his hand, preparing for the next round. 

“Anything for my Valentine.” 

With that was implied, the love of his life, and the mother of his kids.

[crackedegotheories]

(Spoilers for ISWM Part 2 ahead!)

...Anyways, I love the new pin board that Abe has In Space! This time he’s only got the one (well, there is another one in the background, but it looks like the strings are hanging loose without anything to connect them), compared to the study and his office from before, both of which had notes and photos and random bits of evidence on nearly every available surface to try and follow his train of thought. Maybe he hasn’t had enough time to really start building up a case when we find him, or maybe he’s taken Wilford’s advice to heart and stopped getting caught up in minor details.

But his mass of strings and connections were always fun to pause and comb through for jokes or easter eggs in WKM and WMLW, and this one is no different.

Like the list of known suspects (hi Amy!) or Chica on there with a note saying “Good dog?” (why is there a question mark there, Abe? WHY?), or that his timeline looks suspiciously like someone’s attempt to map out In Space’s choices. There’s also two things that I wanted to point out, just because I haven’t learned not to get caught up in the minutiae of it all, apparently.

One is in the upper left, where there are a bunch of tickets pinned to the board. Part of me is tempted to think they’re tickets to that train Wilford mentioned in WMLW, but they actually look more like the tickets you would see at a carnival or an arcade. In the Romance video, one of the places Date Mark suggests going to for your second date is the carnival, so maybe Abe actually got to go? (I would have liked to have gone with Abe instead of hearing and seeing the other things I saw in that video...)

There’s also the newspaper clipping on the right side. The one whose headline reads “Planning a Gala for New Mayor.” It’s...an interesting choice, when everything else is largely geared toward the events going on in Space. Is this an article from when Damien first became mayor, or has the city finally decided to replace him when he failed to come back from that party?

Huh, wonder if a certain someone recently getting off of parole might be interested in attending such a gala, maybe as a guest or as the man of honor, as it were...Actor Mark was very concerned about looking good, the last time we saw him.

[miizpah]

daddy | suna rintarou

anon asks : Idk if you are taking requests 🥺! But was thinking of a suna x reader fic where they try for kids. I think daddy suna would be so cute with kids 😭🤚🏼

post timeskip ‼️

tw. breeding kink.

authors note : 🥺 requests are always open 🥺 and not me in the middle of changing up my writing theme and style 😖 this is probably the tamest request i’ve gotten, and i’m actually excited for this. daddy suna? stop b4 i froth into orbital. idk if you’ve wanted this smutty, but i literally can’t just write fluff 😔 pls enjoy!

not me changing up my writing style, i’ve been practicing with actually adding in some details and imagery — can’t believe english was my best subject 🙄

If being honest, you had always loved kids. Their tiny little fists and small pudgy feet, and the way they would run to their loved ones in pure excitement. It always clenched at your heart, making you loose your breath and your head becoming lightheaded. You wanted that, to have your own kids running up to you in excitement, screaming your name and hugging your legs. It was wholesome, beautiful, and you were a sucker for wholesome things.

You’ve thought of bringing it up with Rintarou, your want for children. You had the space, living in a big house with multiple spare rooms and baths, big open space for the living room and an even bigger backyard for the children to play. You had it all mapped out, really, the rooms you would need to baby proof, the room that you would set up as their nursery. Hell, you've already picked out a unisex theme for your baby's room. But, despite all of that, you had no clue what Rintarou would say.

He was in his prime, a pro volleyball player for the Reijins, he spent more time practicing and traveling for games than he did stay at home. And, you were only mildly okay with that fact. You too had a demanding job, and while you didn't travel as much as Rintarou, you still traveled.

Which brought you to your next thought. Both of you were too busy to have children, his job was demanding, your job was demanding, the baby would be more demanding. This was the only clear reason you were holding back on asking Rintarou on how he felt about children. Well, that and you’re kind of scared of what he would say. You knew some men would run at the first sign of responsibility, your dad being one, and you really did not want to put your marriage on the -- 

You shook your head at that dumb thought. He married you, he wouldn’t have married you if he didn’t want the responsibility of possible children in the future. 

Sighing to yourself, you look at the clock in your home office, deciding that starting on dinner now would be much better than later. You submitted your response to your boss via email, powering down your desktop and exiting your office. 

Hmm, what should I cook? You thought absentmindedly. Wait, I should... You smirk.

Only thirty minutes later, dinner was finished and set on the table, and you began to execute your plan.

...

“I’m home,” the tired voice of Rintarou came from the foyer. He stepped out of his training shoes clumsily, slipping into his house slippers before dragging himself inside the house fully. His hand clutched the straps of his gym bag loosely, eyes more hooded than usual.

He searched around for his pretty wife, looking into the living room, only finding your phone and the tv on playing some western movie with a... clown? He searched the kitchen and dining room, finding the dining table set and hot food steaming from dishes. It smelt delicious, and almost restored his energy, almost.

On the way to your room, he dropped his gym bag in the wash room, before dragging himself up the stairs. “Y/N?” He called.

“Rin?” Your voice was muffled, but could easily be detected. “I’m in our room!”

The room door was pushed open, revealing his pretty wife, in the middle of sliding on a black satin night gown. Rintarou paused in the doorway, seemingly seeing his energy levels rise up quickly. You noticed, grinning slyly to yourself before turning around.

“Welcome home, Rin,” you smile coyly. “How was was practice?” The night gown you wore was on the shorter side, allowing your supple thighs to be seen. Underneath the gown, you wore a red lingerie, with thigh straps connecting to the thong. You knew how much he loved seeing you in red.

“It was... It was fine,” Rintarou struggled a bit, eyes never leaving the way your breasts seemed to just sit there. His mouth watered. “What’s all this?”

“Hmm?” You hummed, looking down at your attire. “Oh, this? It’s nothing, really. Get showered, Rin, dinner won’t be hot for long.” With a kiss on his cold cheek, you sashayed away. 

I could bring it up during dinner. You thought with a firm nod.

Rintarou’s eyes were hot on your skin, never once looking down as he ate his food. His hair was damp from his shower, and he had forgo putting on a shirt, which he knew would make you go slightly feral. It wasn’t your fault that you liked to admire your husband’s hard work, via his abs.

“So,” you started, sipping from your glass. “What all did you do at practice today?” You ask, sitting the glass down and finally meeting his narrowed eyes. You could practically see the desire rolling off of him.

“Serving,” he humored you, bringing his chopsticks to his mouth and eating the meat and rice. He chewed exaggeratingly slow, eyes locked onto yours, finally he swallowed. “A bit of blocking, I’m working on a new technique.” 

“Oh? And, will I see this new technique?” You sit your chin on your palm, sitting your chopsticks down and giving him your full attention.

“You will,” he nodded, smirking slightly. “At the game on Sunday.”

“Hey, no fair,” you whined, lips pouting slightly. “I want to be the first of your fans to see the new technique.” You were joking, trying to lighten the suffocating mood.

Rintarou rolled his eyes, waving you off. “Number one fan behavior.” You giggle at that, leaning back in your seat. “And, you? How was your day?”

“I had to finish my project today,” you answer. “Not to be overly cocky, but it was perfect if I do say so myself. Boss will just have to give me that promotion.”

“It was that good?” He finished off the last of his food, nursing his glass of wine.

“It wasn’t just good, baby.” You said, a smirk on your lips and pride in your eyes. You were passionate about your job, and with that promotion, you would become director of your own branch. “It was perfect.”

If you became director, you wouldn’t have to travel anymore, you could even work from home. It was perfect. You had to get that promotion.

Before long, both of you had finished off your drinks, washed and put away the dishes, and found yourself lounging in the living room. It was quiet, the only sound being the tv playing a western reality show, Americans were crazily entertaining.

Rintarou was rubbing slow circles with his thumb on your smooth, hairless leg, which hadn’t been hairless early. His eyes were trained on his phone. This was the perfect opportunity.

“Hey,” you said, quietly but enough to get his attention. He only hummed, eyes not leaving his phone. “What do you think about kids?”

Rintarou looked over to you almost instantly, a look in his eyes that you’ve never seen before. He almost looked feral. “Right now? Is this a new way for asking for sex?”

“What?” A laugh startled out of you. “No! I’m saying I want to have your babies.”

“But that entitles sex? Just say you want sex.”

“Oh my God... I want to have kids, little fucking people running around our house calling us mommy and daddy.”

“...I heard you the first time,” Rintarou looked away. “But we have to have sex for that.”

You take in a deep breath, eyes rolling. “Listen, Rin. I know we have to have sex, but I am asking you do you want kids?” You explain simply.

“With you, I want lots of kids.” He looked back to you, eyes wide and honest.

Your heart clenched, painfully. A breathtaking smile appearing on your lips. “Really?”

“Yes, really. Now come ‘ere, we need to do the sex.”

“Wait,”

“What?”

“What’s the best position to get pregnant in?”

“I-”

“You know what, who gives a fuck? I’ll just plug your hole or something.”

“I’m- What the hell goes through your mind?”

Laid against the cotton sheets, you look downward as Rintarou slides his hands against your thighs, tugging on the thigh straps harshly and causing them to snap back. A soft moan escape your lips, the small twinge of pain being the start of what was next to come.

“So pretty, baby, got all dressed up for me, hm?” His words are hot against your lower stomach, placing a teasing kiss above your pelvis. “Silly little wife, tempting her husband all night.”

You whimper, legs spreading a bit wider as he settled himself between your thighs. His fingers hooking underneath your garter belt, easily unbelting it and throwing it away. His kisses trail down further, pressing a soft kiss against your clothed heat. “You smell so good, angel.”

“I need you, Rin...” You whine, faintly wiggling your hips.

“Patience, silly wife.” His hands grip your thighs, spreading them as he sat on his knees. “You’re soaking through your panties, baby.” A hand comes down, lightly slapping your clothed cunt. You whimper, bringing a hand down and gripping his wrist. “Fuck,” he groaned.

“Please, Rin. Just fuck me already!” You whine loudly, moving your hips against his palm.

“Shit, okay,” he pulled his hand away, using both to pull your panties and thigh straps off. His eyes fluttered once your sopping cunt was revealed, messy and dripping, and just for him.

You can only hum in appreciate at the stretch in your thighs as Rintarou pushed them to your chest, folding you into a mating press. Within seconds, he’s pushing into your cunt, stretching you wide. You could only lay there and take it, your gummy walls tight around his cock.

Head falling back against the pillows, you moan as you feel him still sinking into you. The position was new to both of you, and was hitting spots that you’ve never felt before. Your hands were gripping his biceps tightly, eyes fluttering close and mouth falling open as more moans spilled.

“D-deep,” you muttered breathlessly, opening your eyes and locking eyes with his. “So good, Rin~”

He smirked before leaning down and slotting your mouths together, swallowing each other noises as he finally sheathed deeply inside of you, kissing your cervix softly. Your tongues tangled together, causing your salvias to mix and dribbling between you both.

Steadily, he pulled back, cock dragging against your tight walls. Lips still locked, he pushed back in, swallowing your cries of pleasure. You pulled away then, licking your lips and taking a deep breath.

Head bowed, and eyes locked on your drooling cunt, he started to thrust at a slow pace, seemingly fascinated at seeing his cock sink into you at a new angle. One of your hands came up and tangled into his dark locks, head falling back against the pillows as you slowly fell deeper and deeper into a delirious state.

“Fucking sexy the way your messy cunt take my cock,” he looked up then, your hand falling from his hair. “My messy wife, hm?”

“Rin, faster-” Was all you could say, the slow drag of his cock fucking you into a state of dumbness.

He smirked then, liking the state you were in. His hips pulled back, and with a sharp thrust, he was fully sheathed again.

Breath warm against your cheek, he began to fuck into you like a man possessed, his hands enclosing around your wrists and pressing them against the bed. Your moans mixing with the lewd sounds emitting from your cunt, creating a symphony that only proved to make you both feral.

“Going pump you full, angel, shit.” Rintarou whispered breathlessly against your ear, sending jolts of pleasure down your spine, moans growing louder. “Fill you to the brim with my cum, going to feel it for days.”

“Yes,” you keen, gummy walls fluttering around his cock. “Pump me full, Rin. Want your cum so bad.”

“Shitshitshitshit,” he groaned, leaning back and pulling out. Easily, he turned your body around, dragging you to your hands and knees, and entering your cunt in all the same second.

You didn’t have enough time to register before he’s hammering into you, causing you cry out loudly, hands gripping the sheets tightly. “Fuck, fuck!” His hands bruised against your hips, holding them tightly as he used them as leverage to pistol into you.

“Gonna fuck so many babies into you,” he spat, slapping your ass cheek harshly. “Gonna look so beautiful swole with my child, fuck!”

You whine loudly, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts. “Please, Rin, I wanna cum!”

He seemed to easily find your spot, the one spot that never fails to have your body shaking, muscles tensing up, and you screaming his name.

“Ah, ah, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! Rin!” Your fluttering walls tighten around his cock, body tensing as you cum. Your hands gripping the sheets so tightly, head bowed against the bed and back arched down.

“Damn, you’re so sexy, angel.” He groaned, spilling deep within your cunt. Both of you left breathless. “Don’t move, and you better not spill an inch of my cum.” He said, slowly pulling his cock free.

You sat there, catching your breath, and clenching your walls as tight as you could without relaxing. You flinch when you feel a cold metal rub against your sensitive clit. “Relax,” Rin muttered as he pushed the plug against your hole, you did as told, and slowly he pushed the plug inside to the hilt.

“Shower,” you groan, standing with the help of Rintarou.

“Shower sex?”

“Rin, you just plugged me.”

“You have another two holes.”

“I will kill you.”

“So... no head?”

note — not me tryna to reference a vine at the end, lmaooooo. i hope anon liked this, :)!! i’m not the best at breeding kinks. 😔 not edited 😔

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can you do some headcanons ab james dating a slytherin 🥺

Of course i can!!

It all started with him teasing you

”Oh there’s the slytherin, mean and cold slytherin”

The attractive and funny slytherin

But of course he couldn’t say that so he just starts teasing

Planning harmless pranks on you

Not letting the boys plan actual pranks on you

Then one day you two are paired together for an essay and he spends most of your study session sneaking glances of you

And he’ll do his best to actually help you, wanting to show you that he isn’t that annoying all the time

And you’ll get the highest score in the class

James wants to thank you with a treat from Honeyduke’s so the next Hogsmeade trip you meet up

He got you to laugh so many times during the mere minutes you two shared and his chest swelled with pride everytime

His eyes sparkled everytime your giggle left your mouth and he didn’t care that he made a fool out of himself

After that his eyes kept wandering over to you during meals and yours were somehow always already on him

And you’d blush furiously, but your eyes kept going back to him and Sirius flinging mashes potatoes at Pettigrew

He confessed his new crush to the rest of the Marauders one night as they shared a bottle firewhiskey and one thing led to another and he found himself slighlty tipsy outside the slytherin dungeon, the map in his hand

You’d walk out with a little puffy eyes and a cute, green pyjamas and his nerves were somehow both calmed and through the roof from taking in your apperance

So after a few stutters and mumbles about liking each other you shared your first kiss

It was fumbly, his glasses crooked and his hands on the small of your back

But it was so perfectly James

Your relationship was secret at first, figuring out each other without the eyes of others constantly on you

But as you started showing more affection to each other, sitting next to each other in class, walking to class people started to catch on

Some Gryffindors thought it was a prank and were giddy to see the outcome

Most of Slytherin was annoyed that you had to fall for the most insufferable person in Hogwarts

But being with James was truly the happiest you’ve ever been

His constant jokes and comments always made you laugh, or at least smile as you tried to be quiet in class

And he’d be astounded about your beauty, your powerful mind and liked to coax out your more playful side

Would definitely make you wear red, as much red as possible

He would give you his quidditch jersey and Gryffindor scarf to wear during his games

You were his biggest fan, cheering him on next to Remus

But if it was a Gryffindor v. Slytherin game you’d be in the Slytherin stands, but your nails would be adorned in red and gold nailpolish

You’d basically live in the Marauders dorm

James would use the map to go to you when he was lonely

”Jamie, what are you doing here?”

”Well you can’t expect me to wait ’til tomorrow to see you darling, it’s simply far too much time that I could be spending with you”

Such a sap

Writes little love notes that he’s too embarrassed to give you at first

Picks flowers from the courtyard, even though you are really not supposed to, and gives to you

The softest kisses, anywhere he can reach

He loves to just have you on top of him in his bed and just places kisses to every bit of exposed skin

A bit of a himbo

Doesn’t always get your snarky comments, has no idea who the people you are talking about are and you have to explain a bunch of muggle products for him

Babyboy is clueless but is so, so in love

Asks what color red and green makes when you mix them and you have to gently tell him that it’ll probably be a muddy brown

He gets really upset cause he wanted you two to have a pretty color that is for the both of you

Sometimes he thinks of you and just starts crying cause you are a literal angel

Sirius is so tired of him talking about you, he reckons he knows more about you than he knows about James

He’d invite you to his house in the summers, getting to spend time away from disapproving eyes and comments

Puts you in his clothes and does not let you change into your own after that

Most of the days you are just walking around in his boxers and one of his big shirts

Gets you the prettiest necklace on your one year anniversary

Gives you some pretty hickeys too

Just such a softie for you, thinks he might die if he doesn’t have a hand on you constantly

If he feels down he loves to just lay on top of you, his head buried in your neck and big arms hugging you

Takes you on picnic dates

Loves you no matter what house you’re in, pranks anyone who says something about your relationship and will always do anything in his power to make you smile <3

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Hope you like it!!! Ily