#mod would be more coherent but they had. a night last night

[ii-therapy-confessions]

AHHHHHH!! AHHHH!! *BONK BONK BONK BONK* *BANG AHHHHHHH *BANG* PLEASE. PLEASE!!! AGH&&AAAHHHH!!! *BONK BONK* *CLANK* I CANT DO THIS ANYMKRE *CRRRRK RRRRIP* argh,,.*sob* please....please....PLEASE....

-me after ii 17 mayhaps

its okayyyy ii 17 killed everyone yr not alone. patting you on the head

[evilrat-sabre]

Centipede Tango Tek - CTT Au Master post

This is my master post about my Tango Tek is a Centipede AU/Headcanon, but now with more coherent thoughts of what I want.

TW WARNINGS: Zombies, Insects, Body horror, Gore, Low self esteem and mental health problems. (If you think I should add another tag pls let me know, this is my silly au I don't want to cause distress to no one.)

Note: As I am writing some things may change, so I will update this note with the date I last changed something here. (08/08/2023)

I swear it's not that bad, but messing with zombie characters gets messy very fast.

In this AU main plot I have:

-Tango is a parasitic modded mob that should not be a player but is.

-He specifically is a Centipede that lives in dead corpses and is basically like a zombie with guts that attack if the main body is damaged/destroyed. 

-Here is a link for a text book description I made of his species.(Somethings I wrote there are not up to date with my current headcanon.)

-Tango being a sentient being and a player, he mostly functions like a zombie hybrid player ex.Cleo and Zloy

- He has two bodies : His decoy body (The corpse of a permadead player he rides) and his real body (His centipede one)

-His two bodies are code linked. Let me explain: Tango Tek code will only show right when he is “complete”, when he is separated his close name tag glitches and Tango appears afk in an admin screen. He will only respawn if his real body is damaged and as his decoy body is a literal corpse, it will only repair itself when the damage taken caused a respawn death. Any other type of damage taken in his decoy body he has to repair it Himself (this type of damage and repair, applies to most undead players, Cleo is one of them.). If Tango is killed without his decoy body, the decoy body will not respawn with him, he has to go fetch it.

- Just to be clear, Tango didn’t just found a random corpse and started riding it, His decoy body is with him since he first “spawned”, He woke with all the information that a fresh new player needs to knows, but instead of the corpse receiving it, what got it was the vermin inhabiting it.

-One thing that makes him stay awake at night is the fact that, he already had a years long register from before he spawned, he had money, he had a Hypixel account and he had a name: Tango. He added the Tek latter, because of a dear friend of his, that is until now the only important OC I dared to put in this AU.

-Tango Spawned in an residential world where being a hostile mob hybrid wasn't looked upon with good eyes, so since early he learned to use makeup and clothes to pass as a mostly human player.

-He spend weeks of his early days training his fine motor coordination, so he can pass as a clumsy human and not a decaying corpse being controlled by a insect (It's like playing cuphead with your keyboard slightly upside down) 

-He spend years isolated in single player worlds, because of the fear of what he is and what would be done to him in the case that other people discover.

-His eyes are red, because his decoy body doesn't have its eyes anymore, so he just uses his own real body to cover it. When someone asks why his eyes are weird red swirls, he just says he was cursed by the "universe".

-This "he is a bug, that rides a dead body and is basically a zombie, but he is disguized as a human" thing, may have started as a form of defense to not suffer from the discrimination that aggressive mob hybrids suffered in that era, but with time it turned in a type of self hate. Even when compared with other zombies and undead hybrids, he can see he is not the same and this really bugged him. He can only say that his red eyes (that are a literal part of his real body) are a curse of the universe too many times, until he started to believe it himself.

-So his disguise turned more permanent than it should. It's been some decades and no one really knows the truth, the only one that really knows is himself "Human" if asked Tango Tek.

-As I said it started as a means of protection, but even when the wheels turned and the ones that were the real problem now are a minority, Tango still is hiding. He knows he is an anomaly, that he should not be capable of thinking of feeling! Someway in his path he started to think of himself as a monster, as an unlovable being and even when he entered Hermitcraft, a place where everyone is accepted, he continued to hide. 

-Now more than his self hate, he has fear: fear of being lonely again, of his family (his only family) hating him for what he is (he hates what he is, he wish he could be normal).

-Tbh he should see a therapist, the really angst part of this AU is Tango's poor mental health state, he is so blinded with his own fallacy, that he is a wrong unlovable monster, to notice that his friends and family never would trade him for anything else.

-This type of self hate is something that builds slowly, but Tango has decades of auto inflicted isolation to construct this narrative. Believe me, Isolation does things to a person's mental state.

Some little curiosities:

-Tango is a make-up guru as a moving plot point, he uses makeup to cover his undeadnes.

-Since he entered Hermitcraft his makeups started to become more and more detailed, he had a few hiccups in the path and Impulse has a lot of blackmail from his failed attempts.

-Because of his "is a bug riding a dead body" thing, he doesn't have a very fine motor skill, so he can't really do things like sewing or anything that requires a good working set of fingers. (His makeup is mostly a exception because he had years to really refine his ability to paint his own face)

-He does his red stone using mostly his real body, he puts the rough components in place with his decoy body and then uses his real body to do the finer connection and setup of the machines. 

-This means that when he does redstone his decoy body just lay where Tango put it before he goes to “redstone world” (anyone who finds it would think that Tango has permadied), he escaped a lot of close calls since entering hermitcraft.

-Fun fact, because he is a anomaly in the code his decoy body and real body are counted as one in his code, and because his decoy body was originally of a human player that permadied, his code when superficially looked just says that he is a human (it makes easier to lie to admins)

-Because of his "bugged" code, he can only access his inventory while riding his decoy body, so it can be tricky if Tango is separated from it.

-Tango can talk as a bug, It's harder without proper vocal cords and has a clicking intonation to it, but he can speak. It comes from nothing and he really doesn't wants to talk how it works.

-As I said previously, Tango is the name of the permadied corpse, the Tek is something that he put after. (Tek is the onomatopoeia of the clicking sound he does when happy. It is too a type of “happy greeting” between bug players)

-Tango has proper formal admin training, he has gone to Admin school and has a degree.

List of fics I am planning to do or I did already in this universe:

-Tango needs Cleo's help with undead things and its forces him to reveal more than he has revealed in a long time: Everyone always forget that corpses have a lot of things to say. (One shot)

-Someone finds Tango's body when he is redstoning things and now everyone knows: Tango’s Castle of Cards.(4/5 chapters still incomplete I am working in it I swear)

-Scar backstory

-Cleo and Tango go shoping in the Zombie market.

-Tango and Zed discover a thing

-Tango and Vintage beef bug friendship.

-Tango and Hypnotized visit a graveyard.

[complicitgirlfrot]

hey girl hey 😘~ 37 - 49 - 93

37. Do you own any toys? What’s your favourite?

I have some very cheap beginners toys i got off amazon a number of years ago when i was first expirimenting with anal. Of those, my favorite is a 7" suction cup dildo cuz its the biggest. I never last long once i feel it stretching me open. If we make it that far. Most times it hits the spot in the back of my throat that make me cum too fast so it doesnt make it to my ass lol. It hasn't been used a ton recently, but it might find its way into the shower with me this morning ;P

That being said i do want to try one of those clone a dick kits so i can fulfill my selfcest fantasies. And i do regularly wistfully scroll through wandering bard and other fantasy toy makers shops. One of the first things on my list to get for myself once i'm employed again is a toy with a knot (after all the important stuff is taken care of course). Also a vibrator. I really want a magic wand.

49. What’s a sex act you think is overrated? What’s a sex act you think is underrated?

Overrated is hard to say cuz i've only had a handful of sexual partners and the sex acts each has done have not been wildly varied until recently. I guess maybe handjobs? I've never really been given a spectacular handjob. But also i haven't ever given one.

Underrated is easy. Muffing. Hands down. I taught my partner how to muff me recently, and that shit blew me out of the water. Like when I was the one in control, it was fine and whatever, but bound and blindfolded with someone else's hands in me? Girl, i couldn't form a coherent thought for the rest of the night.

93. Do you have any piercings or tattoos?

Not nearly as much as i'd like. I got my first set of earlobe piercings only last year, but have had a hard time with healing them cuz i'm super forgetful. I would have tattoos by now but they are very expensive and i'm very unemployed. But it's in my plans as soon as i have funds. Eventually i'd like more ear peircings and an eyebrow piercings. I've also been entertaining the idea of nipple peircings lately but i gotta wait for my tits to come in more lol

In a similar vein, i'd kill to get my tongue split. Sexiest and most gender affirming body mod i know

Ver ghey of you for asking this, hope the answers were satisfying 😘

[dayseternal-blog]

Des, your thoughtfulness is so. So. So! Amazing! And I'm always so moved by your generosity with your time and skills. You somehow found the time to design all these cards and mod the event this month, like, how.

A really, really, super small, really slice-of-lifey thing in return...inspired by your card!

By This Time Next Year

Modern AU, Short One-shot. Rated G. (Cultural Note: Christmas is THE date night in Japan. Cities go all-out to make Christmas romantic for couples. It's pretty depressing to be single in Japan on Christmas night, ngl.)

Every shop and restaurant glows with twinkling lights.

Lovey-dovey couples walk hand-in-hand, close together, cheeks flushed pink with the nip of winter and the warmth of a romantic night.

And they're one of the crowd. Quiet joy lights up her heart with this knowledge.

Beside Naruto. Beside her boyfriend. On a date! On Christmas night! Wearing matching scarves!

Last year, if someone had told her that she would be on a Christmas date with her crush by this time next year, she would have never believed it, but when she smiles up at him...

He's smiling back at her, exuding the same rosy cheerfulness blooming in her heart.

She looks away, shy, but she squeezes his hand, hoping that it conveys how much he means to her.

And he bumps her shoulder, chuckling.

Making her laugh for no reason either. She's just so happy!

They're coming up on the observation deck of the mall toward one of the Christmas illumination photo spots. But of course, as she should have expected, there's a line.

She looks worriedly up, wondering if he might not agree to doing this anymore. "Are you okay with waiting?"

"Yeah! You really wanted to do this, right?"

She nods, giving him a grateful smile. She's secretly always wanted to take a couple's photo here. On the circumstance that she could ever get a boyfriend.

And somehow, by some magic, she did.

He grins. "I don't mind waiting."

So they get in line.

Them. One of the couples. In line for the photo spot. Where couples get their pictures taken! Above the park's illumination!!

If someone had told her last year that by this Christmas she would be taking photos together with Naruto (wonderful, lovely Naruto) at the illumination, she wouldn't have believed it.

His laughter draws her attention up. Goodness, he's so beautiful. And...he's laughing at her.

"Hm?" she asks, even though she knows he must have caught her being weird about this.

"You're so easy to please."

"Oh...?" That's good, right? But she can already feel that uncontrollable heat burning up to her ears. She knows she's flaming red. Despite the cold weather, she's starting to sweat.

"Aww, Hinata!"

She peeks up at him, and he's comically pouting at her.

"I didn't mean that in a bad way!"

"I, I know." She doesn't know where to look. She's embarrassed simply by how easily and visibly embarrassed she gets. Does anyone else in the world besides her have this awful condition?

"Hinata, I meant..." He leans closer, his face rather close to her steaming hot ear, and she's shocked that he can't feel the heat puffing off of her. "I think it's cute that you like stuff like this."

A different heat flushes over her face this time. Pink and fluffy, she feels whispers of it tracing paths across her cheeks. A double-blush. How is this possible?? "Ah, I..." She smashes her face into her palms, unable to formulate any coherent thought at all. "Naruto-kun!"

He's laughing, and she doesn't know if maybe she's using up a lifetime's worth of blessings tonight.

If someone had told her last year that on Christmas of next year, her years-long crush would be calling her "cute," she wouldn't have believed it.

Does he know how much she loves him?

She grabs his hand again and pushes her still-burning face into his arm. Just for a couple of seconds. Too much public affection is simply too much.

She takes a deep breath and peeks up at him once more.

Just looking at his smile fills her with unbelievable joy.

"After this let's get something to eat. Do you have any cravings?"

She blinks at his funny phrasing. Cravings? She shakes her head. "Do you?"

His gaze skates away, and he shrugs.

"Ramen?" she guesses, and she smiles wider as his lips curl, his eyes taking on a particular shine.

He scrunches his grin up. "You know me so well. But ramen isn't exactly a Christmas date food, you know? You don't want pasta?"

She hums in thought. The epitome of a perfect romantic date on Christmas. The Italian restaurants are packed with couples (like herself and Naruto!), and she wouldn't mind the wait to be one of them!

But also, there are plenty of other chances to eat pasta together, too, right? On a night that's less crowded.

She squeezes his hand. "I'm....easy to please," she murmurs, and already that twinge of mortification (self-imposed! how dare she call herself that!) is circulating from her chest, up her neck. She can't believe she does this to herself.

Suddenly, his hands are squishing her cheeks, forcing her face up at him.

Her lips. She can feel it. Are fish lips.

And he's staring at her, brows high, smile wide. "Hinata!"

"Hm?" Her face is still squished in his hands, and what if the people behind them in line are watching???

Does it matter?

Everyone here is couples anyway!!

He gives a big, happy-sounding sigh and releases her. "You're the best, you know that?"

She knows she's blushing really hard, but she manages to turn it back at him. "No...you're the best."

He scrunches another smile at her, and she's warm.

Warm from her constant embarrassment, true, but warm from him! From his shining expressions! And his compliments! Their flirty behaviors! She could die from happiness tonight!

The couple in front of them ask if they can take their pictures for them, and she can't believe it. She can't believe she's a part of this! With Naruto!

The couple is cute, doing peace signs, waving for the camera, finger heart symbols, then for a last picture, doing a heart symbol between their hands.

They're shameless!

It's brave! And adorable! And she wants to do all of it with her own boyfriend!

The couple thank them profusely, and. It's finally. Their. Turn!!!

After asking the couple behind them to take their picture, she takes a seat beside Naruto.

"Can we do the poses that they did?" she whispers.

"Oh, yeah!" His eyes shift up, seeming to remember as he raises two fingers up.

She and Naruto. Doing matching poses. For pictures together. As another couple takes their picture. In a Christmas tradition. Where countless other couples have documented their relationship together.

She could die.

(From happiness).

Looking at their photos over together out of the way on the side of the observation deck, she's almost blinded. Naruto's smile is so bright, he outshines the illumination in the background!

"Nice, yeah?" He's grinning as they swipe through each one, and she can only hum a happy agreement.

She doesn't have the words to encompass how much she loves these pictures. But what she can say... "Thank you for taking these with me."

"Of course." His smile now is a different one, gentle. So warm!

And her heart flutters helplessly.

"Let's do something like this again next year."

If someone had told her last year that Naruto would be by her side tonight, she wouldn't have believed it, but when she nods, when she cuddles him into a hug that doesn't even begin to match the squeezing around her heart...

He's so real, so wonderful,

So easy to believe in.

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:D Des, thank you so much for all the love you're pouring into this fandom! I can feel it all the way over here. I hope next year treats you and yours well!!

[queen-korri]

You Feel Like Summertime (You Blow this Heart of Mine)

Fandom: Avatar: the last Airbender

Pairing: Aang/Katara

Rating: E (Explicit)

Prompt: One Bed (with a twist!) and Dom! Aang because he makes an appearance

Full Work Available on AO3

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Ahh my favorte time of year has come 😏 round again, happy Kataang Smut Weekend Folks! Thanks again to the mods over @kataang-dungeon for organizing this and making sure the fandom has an ample amount of Sweeties being spicy 🌶

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Sokka noticed it during the small moments, when no one thought he was looking.

One thing about Sokka, though; he always looked out for his baby sister. 

They’d all grown up together, the two of them and his best friend, Aang. Of course, that was a topic of heated debate between the siblings; who was actually Aang’s best friend. They often tried to one up the other just to get a rise out of the other. Nevertheless, the three of them were usually always together. 

Katara and Aang spent most of their alone time together, though. They just spent a lot of time together, in general. The same way that he and Sokka did! Except… 

It wasn’t the same. Not exactly.

The older brother didn’t think much of it at first. Katara had always been physically affectionate and doting, so the frequent hand touches and hugs really didn’t alarm him much. It was Katara’s way of showing support; more often than not accompanied by encouraging hope filled phrases. 

That’s when he noticed the hair tugging. 

The lot of them were all older now, studying their own various interests at the illustrious United Republic University. The first time he saw it (or rather, cared enough to take notice of it), Katara had dragged him and the rest of their friend group into a study session a few weeks before midterms. The Gaang started in the library but had, eventually, been shused out. Aang suggested moving their “study” session outside since it was such an unseasonably warm day in Republic City. Katara’s sour expression dropped the minute the airbender turned towards her for her approval. It was technically her study session they’d sabotaged and Sokka would be lying if he said he hadn’t felt the teensiest bit guilty (but only a little bit). 

Anyway, the Waterbender was suddenly all shy smiles and giving in giddily as she peered up at Aang through her lashes, tucking a loose curl behind her ear. The arrow tattooed man grabbed Katara’s unoccupied hand and led the rest of them out into the massive quad area of their school. Of course, no one else but Sokka would notice the way Katara continued to play with her hair throughout the rest of the day. 

Then, the giggling. Oh Spirits, the giggling.

The two of them would often laugh and joke at Sokka’s expense (much to his extreme annoyance). And, really, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for Katara to find Aang funny. He was a funny guy! That everyone could agree on, best friends or not. 

This kind of giggling that Katara was doing, though… it was like she was laughing about a secret to herself; whether or not whatever Aang had said was actually funny. 

Once, during winter break, Sokka caught the two of them late at night around the fire pit. He hadn’t interrupted them but he’d seen it nonetheless. They’d all stumbled home drunk from a pub crawl in the ever-expanding city in the part of the South Pole they called home. Sokka thought they’d be knocked out by now (they were all pretty drunk); the only reason why he was up was to use the restroom. It seemed that the two of them managed to sober up a bit to speak coherently enough to each other. 

But not enough to be mindful of personal space, apparently. 

He saw Aang whisper something in her ear, softly gripping the thighs that draped across his waist. Before he could even finish his sentence, his sister was giggling uncontrollably; leaning into the airbender and burying her nose into his neck. Sokka shook his head and stumbled as quietly as he could to the bathroom. 

Nothing gave Katara away more than the blushing, though. 

Or, maybe it was the cheek kissing that sealed the deal? 

No, no. It was definitely the long, lingering stares combined with the “discreet” lip biting that did it.

Sokka couldn’t help but roll his eyes at how obvious those oblivious idiots were. 

Yes, Big Brother saw all and could recall plenty of times where he caught the two of them tap dancing over the line of “just best friends”. Whether it was the blushing, the touching, the sighing or just general lovesick oogie teenage awkwardness, Sokka had seen it all. There was only so much two people who were attracted to each other could do without actually speaking or acting on said attraction. Besides, Sokka had been around for a few of Katara’s crushes now. If it wasn’t obvious to her or anyone else, it definitely was to Sokka. 

Katara was in love with Aang. 

The only problem was that it was obvious to everyone except Aang and Katara.

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Read the rest on AO3!

[genshingarbage]

Could I request any boys of your choice where they’ve had an exhausting day and their s/o says they should take a nap on their lap? Thank you!

Cute boi hours again? Yes <3 Sleepy time awe! I am gonna pick a very select few that i think this works well with, so i hope you're okay with the hand picked few ;) - Mod Diluc

Rest My Love.

|| Head Cannons ||

Kazuha/Diluc/Xiao/Kaeya

Kazuha

He was beat, exhausted and aching, every muscle in his body ached like something fierce. But, who ever said the life of a lone wandering samurai was gonna be a breeze? Yea, that's right- no one. Because it sure as hell wasn't. He was use to feeling this way yet somehow it still made him just as grouchy as the first time.

He walked into the small building that was titled as your homestead and yawned; stretching his arms out he heard a few odd bones pop from the pressure, it relieved some of his tension but not nearly enough for it to be actually satisfying. With a huff he removed some of his more heavy going clothing, including his shoes, till he was more loose and relaxed.

He shuffled slowly into the house, trying not to wake you. You were his lover and so him coming to your home was somewhat normal now, but he often was away for large periods of time, and he never liked to disturb you. Specially when you're busy. Which you were, you had your nose deep between the pages of a gripping story written so entrancing like from a book. So much for his first theory that you'd be asleep at this time, huh?

He tried to creep past you as you read, but you wasn't born yesterday. So with a roll of your eyes and a soft exhale from your nose you spoke out. "Kazuha. Welcome home hun." You didn't even bother to turn your head around to him, you knew fully well he was frozen in his steps now, eyes wide like a doe caught in headlights. He blinked a few times before sorting himself back to his normal standing position and chuckling awkwardly, a breif rub to the back of his neck ensued.

"Ah, yea, I'm uh- yea. I'm home, thanks Y/N. I really didn't wanna disturb you there." He spoke softly and with great regret; like he'd just committed an awful crime. You simply closed the book after having bent the tip of the page you were on, as to know where to start off when you return to it, and placed the item down on the small table infront of your sofa. "Kazuha, it's fine... I was only reading a book." You chuckled gently.

"I know, but... it felt wrong to interupt you so abruptly specially when you seemed so into it-" you'd twisted your torso ever so slightly so your eyes could lay on his now, your heart almost broke, he looked absolutely shattered- like all life was drained from him. Just what had this crazy man gotten up to in his absence? "Kazuha- oh my goodness. Look at you! You're about to pass out."

He smiled politely and waved his hand side to side as if dusting your worry back into the wind. "Nah, I'm a lil tired that's all. I'm gonna have a lie down, I'll be right as rain after." He went to go back to making his way to the exit of your living room, that is until you called out ever so gently. "Or well, I wouldn't mind if you rested your head on my lap." A faint blush flushed your cheeks. He turned to face you yet again. Blinking several times over again.

"Really?" He tilted his head almost like a curious puppy, he has no idea how cute he is sometimes. "I mean, sure why not? You've not been home for over a month. I do get lonely ya know, the company would feel nice, and your presence is always warm and welcoming." You smiled sweetly at him and he returned the expression with full earnest. Nodding softly he made his way to the sofa, where you rested, and now reshuffled and organised yourself to get into a more comfy position.

It wasn't long before he was laying on his side with his head nestled into your lap, breathing softly as your hand gently rested adorn his head of hair. "Mmh. You're right, this beats sleeping alone any day." He hummed sleepily to you, by the way his voice was giving out you could tell he was close to succumbing to his slumber already. With a gentle smile still planted across your lips you hushed him softly.

"Shh, rest now. My Kazuha." You began to hum a quaint little lullaby that had him snoring in under three minutes. This man, he works himself so hard, but still, it's one of the reasons you love him so much, the fact he's hard working and never gives in. And you have the comfort in your mind of knowing whenever he gets this tired again, he'll have you here to be by his peaceful sleeping side everytime. Now and forever.

Diluc

The sky was a beautiful orange and red tone, the colours mixed so beautifully, with the white fluffy clouds scattered around too, it looked like a stunning evening. You were sat alone at the dinner table again, your chin resting on your opened palm, your eyelids half shut to block the rays of the last bit of presence from the sun.

The candles had long since burned out and the beautiful sweet honeyed roast you'd prepare with such delicacy and tender care was going cold. Diluc was suppose to be home over thirty-five minutes ago, he promised he'd make it in time for whatever dinner the maids threw together tonight, he wasn't aware you'd taken it upon yourself to lovingly prepare tonight's meal for him.

You couldn't be mad at the man; or hold a grudge for that matter, you knew what type of person he was, you knew he wasn't one for sticking to plans and promises, he simply couldn't be with the work he has, not to mention his little sun down hobby that you became privy too after several years with the crimson haired gentleman. If there was one thing you were grateful for, it was the fact you knew without doubt he truly did love you. And in a way that was enough for you.

It was sundown now and your dinner had long been since tidied up by the maids, with a somewhat solemn look to your face you'd decided to go to bed early that night. Knowing Diluc, he wouldn't be home for hours to come anyway. Your eyes were just starting ache and your eyelids were starting to feel heavy for you now. Breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth softly you let your body sink further into the warm embracing sheets.

Click.

Your eyes slowly opened back up when you heard the all too familiar noise of your bedroom door opening, narrowing your eyes slightly to help adjust to the dim glow of the room, the small aid of illumination being provided solely by your nightstand candle. It wasn't hard to make out who it was however, since his deep red hair practically danced from the slight glow of the flicking flame.

"Diluc." It came out more like a whisper which you never intended for it too, but you were so gripped by tiredness now it was hard to sound more awake at the given circumstances. "Sorry for waking you my dear, wasn't my intention." You hummed softly in response and then watched as best as you could as he removed his attire and shoes, stripping down to just his boxers.

Gripping the band that kept his hair up was the last part, with a tug his hair flew down and waved apart, you kept a watchful eye on him. As it was when his hair was down that he was always at his most tired and vulnerable mental state now. "The maids told me Y/N." He still sounded strict, or at least he was trying his best too. But his voice wavered in every sense of the word.

The bed dipped beside you as his weight was added to the mattress now, a small groan escaping his lips. You knew what he meant, it wasn't a surprise the maids told him you'd prepared the dinner today, you'd just wish they'd not sometimes, to avoid adding more stress to the man's poor ordeals. "It's fine, it was just a small attempt. I'm not exactly the best cook to begin wit-"

The poorly sounding wince from him cut you off, the failed attempt to stifle it and keep it under wraps didn't go unnoticed. You narrowed your eyes at the man beside you in bed now, and then you saw. He was littered with cuts and bruises, they surely must hurt, why didn't he say anything? Scratch that. He never tells you anyway, thinking its better that way. Silly man.

With a gentle huff you shook your head, shuffling your weight and sitting up ever so slightly, your back pressing against the several puffed pillows under you. "Enough of that. Come here darling." It was your turn to sound strict however, and for once he didn't fight back. Your heart tugged at you slightly as you felt the weight shifting around beside you and then were suddenly graced with the feeling of his head nuzzling into your lap.

You took it upon yourself to softly begin to caress his head, letting your hand stroke and massage the man's hair and scalp. The groans and sighs that left him were evidence enough he was in a blissful state right now, your sweet Diluc. Always putting his life on the line to protect those less fortunate than him, when will he learn? That his life matters just as much. Sigh.

You heard a soft mutter from him, something along the lines of 'sorry' and 'dinner'. But he was already taken by the nights calming embrace to be formulating anything coherent now, so you closed your eyes with another soft shake of your head and continued to massage his head. Till both you and your hand laid still, silent, asleep. Whatever he'd done tonight, whatever reason he'd missed dinner, it didn't matter. As long as he loved you it was enough. It always has been, it always will be.

Xiao

The stars twinkled softly an slowly, looking so entrancing from down below, the dark blue sky washing above you with the dazzling twinkles looking like small fire flies dancing around. You stood there, your knee bent slightly as your weight was supported by the banister of the top balcony to Wangshu Inn. Any minute now, you thought to yourself calmly.

And is if on que a sudden and harsh breeze blew past you, followed up with a loud thud. You turned your head ever so slightly, seeing the young looking yaksha lifting back up from his crouch landing position. "Welcome home honey." you said somewhat stone like, to which you got a simple sounding 'Tsk' as response, as he chucked his spear lazily behind him, to which it dissolved away instantly.

You rolled your eyes to the quiet scoff that greeted you back, shaking your head slowly, your eyes went back to focus on the landscape below you from the viewpoint of the balcony. It was so peaceful and beautiful. "How has your day been?" You decided to question him further, all while remaining your focus elsewhere.

"Fine." he responded in short. This type of reply was normal to you now, he wasn't the talkative type, despite having been the first to say to you he loved you. "Well, that's good then." you said back in your normal sweet tone now. You could tell from that tone in his voice he was exhausted, he didn't have to say or do anything, you could just tell.

Thinking it was best to leave now and give him his privacy you turned away from the balcony and began to walk to the exit. "I will let you rest my love, see you soo-"

"Wait."

His voice was louder than its ever been round you, the faint flush on his cheeks was evidence enough he never intended for it to come out so loudly from his own mouth. "Xiao?" you turned back round, seeing him stood there looking like a somewhat lost lamb, it was damn cute.

"S...stay with me, ... please."

His voice, so soft, so sweet, so gentle. You felt your heart crack slightly, your poor adeptus, he must've been rushed off his feet tonight. The dark bags forming under his eyes said all you needed to hear.

Chewing your bottom lip softly you breathed in and then walked over to him slowly. "Xiao..." you whispered his name lovingly, his eyes met with yours and for a brief moment the air left your lungs, the sight of his exhausted face so close to you, actively seeking comfort within you, it was enough to melt the coldest of icebergs.

Letting your hand slip into his with a gentle squeeze, a small smile on your lips you led him down the stairs of the Inn, into your bedroom, a tidy and quaint little sleeping quarter. He needed to rest, he is pushing himself too much, and if you do not take action, he never will.

Climbing onto the bed once you'd abandoned your shoes on the carpet you looked up at him, laying in a relaxing position. The red on his cheeks only flushed deeper and darker, and you couldn't help but laugh softly. Such a lewd mind, oh my, you never expected him to get the wrong idea over a situation like this.

"Xiao- no... not that." you chuckled at his confused expression, he was so alien to the concept of just touch in general now, that to him he sees it so black and white, being close means being intimate, otherwise why get close? So it was up to you to show him the ways of being human again.

You let your hand softly pet and stroke your lap and he raised his brow, but seeing the sudden light in his eyes spark showed you he caught on to what you really were aiming for. So he hesitantly dipped onto the bed next to you, he was tense and his movements were awkward, but he eventually shuffled his head and body to lay down with his head nestled softly into your lap.

"Is this... okay?" he muttered it nervously, like he was scared the slightest movement would shatter everything around him. You looked down at him and gently kissed your fingers, pressing them against his lips in response. "Shh, rest my love, you need it." Just to further add to what you were saying you let your hand gently rub the outer ridge of his ear.

The blush eventually left his cheeks, the tensed muscles finally went lax and his breathing grew heavier and more unguarded, with a pleased hum from your lips you closed your eyes too and began to succumb to the sweet calling of slumber too.

As long as he has you, you will always be there to help[ him, he may be an adeptus, a yaksha, but you? He is just as human as you or anyone else. Wrath filled or not. He is and always will be your sweet little adeptus. Your perfect lover. Your Xiao.

Kaeya

Another late night and you sat cuddled up on the sofa scanning through several paintings, more specifically paintings that you had done over the course of several months. It was a hobby of yours, but with the aid of Albedo giving you tips and throwing you pointers here and there you'd become surprisingly good at it; who would've guessed you'd secretly be an artist in hiding? Not you that's for sure.

It was fun enough to help tide over the unsettling impatience that always started to bubble under your skin at least, specially on nights like this, where Kaeya, your boyfriend, who also happened to be the Calvary Captain for the Knights of Favonius was out at an ungodly late time, dealing with a suspicion of criminal activities, within the borders of Mondstadt.

He never broke his promises to you thus far, of which were he will always return safely home to you, but it never did fully destroy the raging thunder of worry that often seized your mind on a daily, who could blame you? The man was always in such dangerous predicaments. Who knew if this morning, or any morning for that matter, where you kissed him goodbye, would be the last time you ever would see his face when you waved him off?

It isn't his fault you know this, but you do wish that sometimes he would be cut slack, just a little, so you could for once not have to distract yourself with idle glances of your paintings while waiting for his return. If only every now and then Jean, The Acting Grand Master would just let him have a day off-

Click.

You jumped slightly upon hearing the noise of your front door not open, but actually close. Turning your head you saw Kaeya stood there, arms covering his chest in a crossed way, a raised brow prominent as he glared down at you. "How long have you been worrying?" His voice sounded so flat and monotone, almost a hint of exhaustion. Was he growing tired of your over worried nature?

"I... uh. uhm..." You were at a loss for words, how long had you been worrying exactly? Two, three hours now? You were unsure of the answer yourself. He shook his head and sighed out slowly, it was long and drawn out; he must be so tired from his work today, seeing you up at this hour acting like a child probably doesn't help his situation in the least.

You looked down sadly, feeling ashamed and guilty of yourself because you do this oh so often to him, he always prays your in bed, safely tucked up and lost in your own dreams before he gets home, but you never are, you're always awake and worried, your face far from the peaceful look he often daydreams you having.

"It doesn't matter anymore my little petal." He hums softly as he walks around the sofa to get within arms reach, crouching onto his own weight to scoop you up, your mind in shock you let the paintings slip from your grip and pool around the seat you were just in and the floor underneath you. "Whe- Kaeya?"

"Shh, it is time to head to the bedroom." He spoke so matter factually, which left you eyes wide and beet red, to which he glanced down and a smug chuckle slipped from him. "For sleep Y/N." You relaxed instantly, a sigh escaping you. "Unless of course, you want the other thing?" You squirmed, embarrassed beyond belief, he loved to teased you. "Quit it Kaeya!" You pouted at him, to which he just chuckled at lightly, planting a soft kiss on your head.

Once in the bedroom he drops you so you fall and sink into the softness of your mattress and covers, to which he joins you quickly after. Now both in bed he simply huffs as he turns and crawls around before you feel his head find its preferred resting place; your lap. You smile and gently chuckle. "May i?" He asks just a tad bit too late for permission.

"You're already laying there Kaeya, bit late for the formalities now." You roll your eyes and turn to blow the candle out, leaving you both in darkness and silence, just your soft and gentle breathing in unison as you stroke and massage his head, to which he groans gently in delight too. He is so sweet when he sleeps on your lap like this, you feel closer to him now than you ever normally do, unless you involve the factor of intimacy sexually.

Its calming and sweet, and it helps you remember that he will always keep his promise to you,

He will always come home safely.

[wlw-lovestruck-fiction]

Hello lovely mods! I was wondering if any of you could write a scenario where MC protects Piama from a jerk insult her flowers? And maybe afterwards MC compliments her? Thank you in advance! Love a wonderful week - Aquarius

The sun shone bright over the busy streets of Attadellys. An array of brilliant colors, flawlessly meshing together, as Spring seemed to blossom everywhere. The mood in the Spring Quarter was joyous with the recent coronation - warmly welcoming in their new Spring Queen.

"You'd think some of these people had never seen royalty before." Piama scoffed, holding her hand tightly in mine, as we weaved through the crowded cobblestone streets. "Ruelle, stay close and keep your eyes out for anything suspicious."

"I know how to do my job, Princess Flower Power, thank you." The whispered voice of Ruelle said from the other side of Piama. I laughed as I could practically hear her rolling her eyes. The slight blush to Piama's face only making me laugh harder.

"O-of course." She said, clearing her throat, as she averted her eyes from mine. "I meant no offense, Ruelle!"

She whispered the last part in flustered annoyance. Shaking my head with a chuckle, I placed a small kiss to the inside of Piama's wrist. I knew she would never admit her feelings for Ruelle to me, but I saw the way that they looked at each other. The stolen glances, the blush that spilled so beautifully across her warm skin, every time that Ruelle was close - and I knew I should be jealous - worried, even - but if there was anyone in Attadellys that I would share my love for Piama with, it would be Ruelle.

"Frost, Piama.. where is this place?" I groaned, her eyes cutting me short before I could say another word.

"Has being a Queen taught you no patience at all?" She replied with a smirk. "Does her majesty wish to retire already?"

I rolled my eyes, and gave her an exasperated look - swearing that just for a moment, I could hear a small chuckle coming from the direction of Ruelle.

"You are so very humorous Piama of the Spring. It's not my fault that you put me in the most uncomfortable shoes in all of Lysend!" I replied.

"Ah well, the shoes do make the dress, do they not?" Storm blue eyes tracing me over, as she gave me a heated smirk.

It was not an easy thing, to keep your composure, when dear Piama made you her main focus. The way her eyes seemed to study and learn every inch of you - like there was something just beneath the surface, that she wasn't quite seeing. It never failed to fluster me - to disarm me - to cause me to lose all train of coherent thought. She ran her fingers through the long tangles of her hair. The length of it cascading down her back, brilliant against her warm skin.

"Have I told you how much I like it when you wear your hair down like this?" I asked, taking a strand of her soft hair, and twisting it between two fingers.

"Only about a hundred times, yes." She replied, rolling her eyes - a slight blush rising to her cheeks.

I let out a sigh of relief, making sure to be as dramatic as possible, when we finally arrived at the shop that Piama had insisted we go to.

"Oh hush, Llewellyn! It did not take us that long to get here." She exclaimed, firmly swatting me on the arm before she took off towards a particularly beautiful dress. The sheer, white fabric, almost reaching the floor in the back, while the front would just barely covers Piama's thighs. The purple and yellow flower inlay that adorned the neckline, almost identical the ones in her hair.

"Slush, Piama.. You would look absolutely stunning in that." I said.

"That is the plan, my Queen." She replied with a smirk. "I have been staring at this dress for weeks, it seems like."

As she calls over the clerk, I immediately notice a shift in energy. The tall women's dark eyes, narrowing as they traced over Piama. Her lips almost perched, as she reluctantly made her way over to the dress.

"I would like to get this fitted, if you please."

The tall women just stood there for a minute, staring at Piama.

"In this span, preferably..." Piama added, giving me a look.

"Of course, Miss." The clerk finally answered, taking the dress off of it's stand.

"You might be more inclined to try something like this." A sharp voice from behind me, thick with judgment, rings through. A long arm holding out an extremely chaste style dress in Piama's direction.

"Apologies, but were we talking to you?" Piama snapped back, as I turned to face the person who had interrupted us. A tall woman, with hair as dark as Ruelle’s cloak, and green eyes that could cut their way through a moonless night, stood next to us. Her lips almost twisted into a snarl as she spoke.

"Obviously, you did not, and I am thankful for that, truly." She scoffed.

"Is there something that we can maybe help you with, then?" I asked the seemingly unpleasant woman.

"Yeah, like a stabbing." I heard Ruelle's sarcastic tone muttered under her breath.

"Oh, I was just looking at this dress your friend was planning on buying.. and well, I think we can all agree that this one here.. " She shoved the heavy fabric of the dress in our direction. ".. would suit her, and those unsightly flowers of her, much better. Do you not agree?"

I could feel a blush of embarrassment spilling over Piama's beautiful face without even looking at it. The woman's green eyes boring into her, waiting for a reply.

"And just what is that supposed to mean!" Piama barked back, her emotions starting to run high.

"It means, dear, that you look like a lost garden, that someone forgot to tend to." The woman laughed. "At least this dress, will help with mostly everything.. except for your face, that is."

I could see the tears welling up in sweet Piama's eyes, the vibrant flowers that so perfectly accentuated her warm skin, almost wilting at the harsh words. Anger surged through me like a tidal wave of fire. I clenched my fists, moving closer to Piama, as I took a deep steadying breath.

"Just who the frost do you think you are, speaking to her like that!?" I said, seething.

"Ha.. and just what's so special about her? Hm? Or you, for that matter" She rolled her eyes - her nose sticking straight up into the air, like a physical ailment of her own ignorance.

"Well I, for one, just happen to be Queen Llewellyn of Lysend... " I paused, watching as horror and realization began to paint it's way across the unpleasant woman's face. "And this.. this is Piama of the Spring. The Queen's consort, and my new wife."

I stood a little taller, justice flowing through me like a bolt of lightning.

"Oh.. I am.. so-!" I waved my hand firmly, cutting the woman’s words short.

"I could care less for your apologies, and even less for whatever excuse you'd deem to come up with."

"Y-yes, my Queen."

"And further more.. to answer your question - What makes her so special? The way her voice cracks slightly in the morning, when she's just woken up. How vulnerable she can be, when she’s finally let you into her beautiful soul. The brilliant way her skin flushes over, when I tell her how gorgeous she is. She's incredible - perfectly imperfect, in every way - A fierce and shining light in a world, that you insist on making darker, with your own ugly words."

I could feel my body shaking with anger. Ready to rip this woman apart right where she stood. Only stopping when I felt a shadow of a hand on my arm.

"That is enough for now, my Queen. Let us worry about getting Piama out of here." Ruelle's voice whispered behind me. "If she follows us, I will be more than glad to stab her. "

I gave a small nod, unable to help myself from smiling before clearing my throat.

"Now, I suggest you take you, and your opinions, back to wherever they came from."

"Yes, my Queen." The woman gave Piama one last sneering look, before bowing, and hurrying back to her friends.

"That lady was nothing but a rotting corpse." Ruelle spits out, causing Piama to laugh.

"T-truly."

I took Piama's hand in mine, bringing her attention back to me.

"Hey.. don't listen to a single word that closed minded slush-hole said about you. You are beautiful, Piama." I said, rubbing the back of hand across the supple part of her cheek. Her storm blue eyes slightly averting from mine, as she blushed.

"Th-thank you for saying so, Llewellyn... and thank you for sticking up for me. Ruelle and Lyris are the only one's who have ever done that before."

I placed a small kiss to the inside of her palm, before bringing her in for a hug. My arms wrapping tightly around her, only letting go when I felt her breath start to steady.

"I will always stick up for you, Piama. Always." I replied, as I pulled back, a fond smile on my face. 'Now, let's go buy this dress of yours, and head back to the palace. I'm famished, and the longer we stay out here, the greater chance we have of Ruelle stabbing someone."

"And for good reason." I heard come from the other side of Piama.

"That sounds like a very good plan, my Queen." Piama replied with a laugh, looping one of her arms around my own, the other resting on the empty space next to her. Her smile outshining the bright Spring sun itself, when we exited the shop. Three seasons blended imperfectly together - bonded by nothing more than fate, love, and friendship.

[twisted-imagines]

Octavinelle with a mer-shark!MC who's anxious about showing her true appearance.

Hi there! 👋 I'm mod Mel, this is a new writing blog dedicated to Twisted Wonderland by Disney. I'm it's sole moderator and this is my first work on here. It's only Floyd for now, but more boys are sure to come.Please enjoy yourself!❤

Floyd Leech🦈

It should have been just a simple excursion to the Coral Sea, which Floyd unbeknownst to you proclaimed a 'date', but clearly something went very wrong. The first time you came here, more like was thrown right into it, you weren't able to observe and enjoy the brilliance of the underwater world, more so had to flee from human-turned-mermen Leech brothers. Even after Octavinelle boys invited you all to the sea again, you thought, sadly, that it would be the last time you visited it. But apparently Floyd had other ideas, spontaneously dragging you to the teleport and handling you a "breath-in-water" potion along the way. With you barely registering what he was attempting to do, you two were already submerged, the boy beside you swiftly changing his appearance to his "usual" one. Looking at that face, him all giddy and eager to show you around his homeland, you couldn't get angry with him, vice versa you were really happy at the possibility to spend time with him. Maybe your first meeting was quite disastrous, and you clashed a few times after that, resulting in his friend's overblot, but your relationships have improved a lot afterwards. It seemed Floyd got really interested in the new magicless student from the other realm and you in turn... Well, in rare moments at night, when you couldn't fall asleep plagued by your thoughts, you sometimes quietly admitted to yourself, that maybe you had a tiniest crush on the ever smiling, carefree, ambiguous eel twin. You too, were very interested in him, since the day you saw him appear with his brother in all their glory to get in your way. You remember like it was just yesterday, how you didn't want to leave and just gaze at his beautiful form. You were not prepared to see something so familiar in this new world, somebody who had brought your thoughts back home so sweetly and yet so painfully close.

Oh how you wanted to tell him that, to share your own stories and see his face lit up, but you couldn't. The nagging fear of rejection, of what he would think of you didn't allow you to do. Times and times again you told yourself that he of all people would understand and accept you, but every time you tried to start the conversation you ended up closing and opening your mouth like a fish, unable to say anything. And so you kept silent.

With Floyd being so enthusiastic, basically telling your ears off, he didn't require much of your own input at the moment. You were listening attentively, picturing in your mind two young eels and a cecaelia merkids exploring the sea together, their hands entwined. This relaxing, tranquil, as much as it was possible with Floyd, dive was bringing a peace to your mind and body. You felt every sway of water, every little wave that tiny fishes caused swimming past you. The smallest thing, you could feel it reverberate within you.

It was abrupt, a state of total harmony suddenly crushed, disturbing noises filled your ears. It was obvious that Floyd felt it too, for he took a defensive stance right away, moving closer to you. One would say it was already too late, when you saw them - several orca mermaids quickly approaching you two. You were concerned, mostly because of how Floyd had reacted: he looked genuinely distressed.

"Hey, koebi-chan, it's better for you not to leave my side."

He sounded totally serious, unlike his usual cheery self. And so you obeyed, the anxiety in you growing with every second.

One of the newcomers approached you, from what you could judge she was the eldest female of them all. She looked smug and confident, leisurely briefing you about how this was their territory, how unwelcomed you were there, offering you a "deal" since they were so generous today and would gladly let you get away with your "trespassing".While Floyd was fuming with rage he still patiently listened to them. He understood, that was he alone it would not be a big deal to get away, but he could not allow you to be harmed, not on his watch, not his precious koebi-chan. He couldn't make a more displeased face while speaking with them.

"Fine~ What a pain in the ass... What's your conditions?"

Their answer made his blood boil, you could see how agitated he was, in the way he glared daggers at them, the way his fists clenched. Truth to be told, you started to feel angry yourself, their demands being just ridiculous, smirks irritating you to the core. The little skirmish was quickly escalating to a full-blown clash, even though both sides perfectly understood who had the upper hand. And maybe some of them got just a tad bit arrogant because of it.

A younger orca surged at Floyd, being confident that his sheer strength would be enough for the moray eel to cave in. You easily gauged his mistake,and your body acted on it's own.

"Don't touch Floyd, you scum!"

The last thing the orca heard was your chilling growl, before his hand was swiftly chewed off. "No mercy for foes and food", - if any motto deserved the attention of an apex predator it would be this one.

Your changing appearance took by surprise every present creature. You could feel the strain, muscles not accustomed to the process of transformation after a long period of not changing, but you tried not to mind it, the only thought in your mind being protecting the person precious to you.

When the bloody mist from fallen orca finally subdued they could take in your full image. Strong tail, just like their, but much bigger; sharp claws, just like their, but more deadly. In the reflection of their eyes you knew how you looked. Intimidating.

Even the eldest orca gave up her position and shifted back. You could clearly see the gears in her head turning: was it worth sacrificing younglings just for the chance of overpowering you. Since you too were a very "kind" person, rivaled only by your very "generous" opponents, you decided to give her a time out to think her actions over, and hopefully reflect on them.

Knowing that her choices weren't numerous, the leader orca suddenly stirred back to life, giving the group a barking command and hastily retreating with them, hoping that her luck wouldn't let her down, that you wouldn't chase her.

Which you indeed was about to do, when you remembered about your companion, who was still behind you. You felt confidence slowly leaving you, you wanted to turn around before it evaporated into nothing, but you were given no time to spare. Floyd was suddenly before you, pure delight on his face. He had this toothy smile while he was fully taking in your appearance.

"Who would have thought that koebi-chan was actually a same-chan, ahaha!~ Hey hey, how did you manage to hide it, you were so tiny just a moment before! It's super cool, that jerk definitely didn't understand what hit him!"

He definitely was enjoying himself, being very upfront with you, all in your personally space, grabbing you and giggling excitedly. You were happy one moment and totally bawling your eyes out next. You didn't even know you could cry in this gigantic, powerful and terrifying form. Floyd somehow moved even closer to you, taking your face into his hands, caressing your cheeks and fins, tracing marks and lips. Unable to piece together a coherent speech, you just clinged to him.

"Y-you are... not afraid of me, right? Floyd?"

The merman just squeezed you tighter, a light laugh escaped him.

"It's quite easy with sharks. If they want to gobble you up, they do it. Not only I'm in one piece, you actually protected me. And you know, same-chan, when you're like this you're not scary at all."

At this point, you weren't sure if he was mocking or cheering you up with this smug smirk of his. You were just glad that your worst fears happened to be nothing but fears, the Floyd's embrace melting the remains of them.

You were suddenly well aware of your position. Even attempting to pull back would be futile, the clutch of merman's tail around yours was hard.

"Oh, going somewhere, same-chan? I don't think so, you didn't tell me everything, did you? And I'm not in the mood for guessing games right now."

A wicked note entered his voice, was he toying with you?

"Same-chan, do you like me that much to willingly blow up your cover, ahaha?~"

The question he voiced was a crushing force that presses on your gills. You were stunned. You didn't know what to answer, how could you if you never allowed yourself to dwell on it for too long in fear of a very obvious answer being formed. But right now, your mind was freed from your worries, from fear, from intrusive thoughts. A crystal clear answer echoed in it.

You tentatively reached with your hands, hugging the small of boy's back, nestling further in his chest, mumbling those words earnest words more to yourself than to him.

"I do. I do like you, Floyd."

Only silence surrounded you for a moment, before your companion forcefully made you look at him. Were your imagination playing trick on you, or it really was a deep green blush on his face? Merman's heterochromatic eyes were fixated on your face looking for a hint of a joke or a lie, but neither the crease of your brows, nor the tight line of your lips told him anything except for how serious you were.

"A-are you like for real? Ahaha~Ahahahaha! Same-chan, so cute!♡ I like you too~"

You don't see him so happy very often, and mighty sea, was he beautiful. You couldn't help but join his joyous laughing. No matter, what happened prior to this, this day you will remember as the of your happiest ones. Overwhelmed with excitement, Floyd squeezed you even harder, and you were grateful to be in this form, since your chances of surviving this embrace would be close to zero in your human body.

But the feeling of his lithe body against yours, boy's cheery voice feeling your ears and undeniable warmth spreading though you from the realization of the mutual nature of your feelings, all of this was priceless.

"Nee~[Name]-chan? I don't want you to keep silent about your thoughts and feelings from now on, 'kay? They're so entertaining, and you're so impressive, I want to aaalways know you're thinking about. I won't let you leave me now, I want you to stay with me forever! But you feel the same way, right?♡“

• He's definitely telling about it to Jade and Azul!!! Boy is so excited, even if you beg him, he won't be able to contain himself so his twin will definitely know this sooner or later.

• But there's nothing to fear, while initially suspicious, Octavinelle boys are generally positive of this revelation. Somehow, you feel much more comfortable with them now.

• The news about apex predator in their school definitely gets the spotlight when Floyd drags you to his dormitory, and it's not until the later, when Jade questions Floyd's rather strong grip on your hand, that you two remember how much the status of your relationships has changed. Cue you two looking quite embarrassed and Jade with Azul just instantly understanding what is what.

• Jade is definitely supportive of his twin. "Yes, Azul, they can probably swallow the three of us at once, but they didn't." He knows how much their ability to make friends is impaired but their intimidating appearance, he's not the one to hold it against you. Jade is the one that notes, how you hadn't transformed to fight them when they were interfering with your task, but risked it to protect his brother. For that he's very grateful.

• Azul is more apprehensive of you and it's definitely not because he's frightened by the mighty "apex predator" title you have!!! Not a-at all! All it takes is just Jade reasoning with him for a bit for him to start feel ashamed of his initial reaction. It hurts very much when people judge you for your appearance and prejudices they have against you, isn't it so?

• You four are definitely going to Coral Sea together, Floyd really wants them to see your shark form. More likely than not, it was the first time any of them saw a mershark up-close and not trying to eat them. They appreciate a possibility of staying alive after such an encounter, Azul even trying to touch your fins out of sheer curiosity and Floyd quickly swatting away his hand with the most fake, passive-aggressive smile ever.

• Yes, no matter your size, race, actual strength or anything else Floyd will still stay possessive of you. You're his, and his only significant other. All will probably soon figure out that the two of you are dating now, with how much he throws himself at you and hugs you close. The smiles he gifts you are too, nothing alike of those others see.

• Since you are a powerful specie, standing in the food chain much higher than himself, he will relinquish in this, forgetting quite often to control his strength, biting and scratching much more often, and looking so happy while doing it. You'll probably need to have a chat with him about that~

• He actually can't get used to the thought that you're actually way scarier than him. Your demure looks just don't channel it at all, and he still tries to scare or intimidate you from time to time. It doesn't work. Pikachu meme but make it eel boy.

• He would LOVE to learn about your homeland, he's starry-eyed when you tell stories about you world to him. It's so interesting to him, he can't help but wonder how he managed to find such an interesting person, mermaid, fall in love with them and actually date them. He only heard about such stories in his childhood and never thought something like that was possible in reality.

[border-spam]

AU Troy Character Timeline

Right, so I saw an incredible breakdown of Troy’s mental journey/state of ego last night ( that I’ll see if I can get permission to post at some point ) that really kicked my confidence into overdrive for writing out a definitive timeline for the version of him I write about in drabbles/fics etc as it was so amazingly similar. This isn’t complete, it couldn’t be because man I have a lot of stuff for this guy, but I hope it’s interesting for people maybe looking for a somewhat logical bunch of HC content that works well with the info we were given ingame. 

Writing this was like doing a jigsaw puzzle. Except ten pieces are missing, and you have 2 dominos and a Mrs Cupcake card instead. If you like any of this, feel free to use it. I’ll eventually expand on it in my own works.

Pre Pandora Era - 28  years pre BL3

Severe self esteem / image issues from very early childhood. Leda’s death left Typhon both terrified of Tyreen and desperately paranoid about her safety, leaving Troy to feel far less valued and loved as he found himself constantly failing to compete for attention from his remaining parent. 

Typhon never outright called Troy a freak, but he overheard plenty of discussions with his mother and with Tyreen explaining why he was so sick all the time, why he looked the way he did, why he was broken. He never discussed these, they festered in the back of his mind for the rest of his life. 

Strived from an early age to be useful, being useful gave him the belief he was valued, and a “Great job kid!” from his father felt good enough that it could almost replace feeling loved.

Misses his mother intensely from the day she died, for the rest of his life. Had no one else to have platonic intimacy with bar his sister, which never felt as freely given as with his mother. 

Developed an extremely crippled sense of social behavior and rules. The only people the Twins could interact with till they landed on Pandora ( which I HC was between 18 -19 ) were each other, and their Father. 

Left alone on a giant empty planet with no one to tell them no, or instill an understanding of social rules to them regarding others, left them with only a feeling of personal value for each other. This is an extremely dangerous state of mind for any person who will need to function in a social structure, especially a person in power. 

Had it hammered into them over and over by their father that the galaxy outside their home was filled with murderers. Animals. Bandit filth. Not like them, not like their parents, horrible, vicious things that would kill them the second they could. 

Internalised that to the point where it was a crucial part of their development of self as children. The twins would genuinely struggle to comprehend any other human they met was a person, because they were told their whole developing lives that no one they would meet bar their father would be.

 Pre COV - 8 years pre BL3

Lands on Pandora with Tyreen. Woefully underprepared and worried sick, didn’t want to leave Nekro but had no other choice but to go with his sister or die. Misses his father immediately, but avoids talking about it, knowing it will cause an argument.

Disliked that their father had kept them on Nekro intensely, but not enough to hate him the way Tyreen did. This never changed and the regret for leaving him only rotted inside him over the years. 

Very excited to finally meet new people, but his social skills are learned through watching old echos and while he can mimic them, he doesn’t understand social intricacies as well as he’d hoped. This sabotages their first few attempts to communicate with Pandoran non bandit natives. 

Comes across as weird. Stutters, not good with eye contact, awkward in body language and very unnatural in appearance. Extremely tall (6″7), very thin and sickly looking with sallow skin and dark under eyes. His missing arm and quarter of his shoulder draw far more attention than he had ever expected and he becomes instantly self conscious of the damage to his right side, strongly disliking how it’s pointed out every time they try and interact with one of these idiots.  

The twins only had the clothes they had travelled in and at this point they are pretty much rags patched together over nearly 2 decades. Didn’t understand how much appearances were going to matter, Troy had been sure he’d be able to “Mingle with the locals no problem.”, and now feels like he’s letting his sister down by failing to perform the way he’d been so sure of. They move onto the bandit clans once they get laughed out of the first small town they try to impress.

Their first few interactions with bandits have very bad results. They both get mocked a lot, Troy gets insulted even more. This is the first time in his life he’s met other men bar his father and the harsh reality that he is not like other men is really starting to hit hard. He’s monstrously tall, he has no muscle, he’s bony and sick and the bandits make very clear to him that he’s a freak.

Unable to defend himself verbally to people that don’t seem to speak a coherent language, he feels impotent and emasculated. Troy’s gift with words has always been his strong point, something he was proud of, and the bandits barely even understand what he’s saying. Any interest he’d had towards them as other people gets quashed. They clearly aren’t the same as he and Ty, they are beneath them. Savages. They aren’t people after all. His dad was right.

This is the point where he fully switches to seeing almost all others as non-persons. They aren’t people, they aren’t what he and Tyreen are, or they wouldn’t act like this in response to the twins. Any possible empathy he could have developed over time is aborted at this point, and he begins to craft the God King persona he understands he will need to disguise his shortcomings under if he’s going to be in the public’s eye.

Begins to create it piece by piece. Designs their outfits, designs his tattoos and mods, his monstrous arm, their name. 

The Calypso twins are born, and the COV with them.

Early COV Era - 7 years pre BL3

As he learns how to communicate with bandits and craft a persona for Tyreen that they will be drawn to, the COV starts to form. While the huge majority of their followers are people they see as not even being the same species as them, they do also begin to fill the higher ranks with people they are meeting over time that they see as having value. 

People with skills in categories they don’t, engineers, media experts, accountants, are drawn to the COV for the same reasons as the bandits. Opportunity, just a different sort.

Joining in the early days means having the twin’s ears, and those who have excellent ideas, or bring talent to the upper echelon that the twin's don’t have themselves, eventually end up as high priests and Saints. Department leaders (eg: Mouthpiece ). These are the kind of people he sees as people, though still not on par with himself or his sister in value. These are the few he would be capable of having functional conversations with, building simple relationships. 

He has found value in his ability to be very useful within the COV. Leading the Media and Propaganda department has given him a huge amount of power, even if he still physically feels extremely frail. 

He’s settled into living in Tyreen’s shadow, she’s the star, but he’s the puppeteer, and he’s happy for it to be that way for the most part. While she can sometimes step out of line or treat him like he’s not equal, he’s quick to remind her of her place during these outbursts, and their relationship is relatively stable.

Troy is fiercely loyal and surprisingly gentle with people he has a bond with. Despite his desperation to have meaningful connections, to be cared for and liked as himself, they don’t stay around him long.

No matter how hard he tries to give them what he thinks they want, they eventually leave, and he doesn’t understand that they are distancing themself because of how he treats other people, not them.

Troy’s complete inability to view the vast majority of people as people means he has a total lack of empathy towards almost everyone else, and this is a terrifying thing to experience first hand. He doesn’t understand this is why his “friends” leave, why they stop being friendly with him, or request to be transferred to another district.  

“Why did you do that to them..?” - “Huh? Ohhhh, relax haha, it’s just a bandit.” - “What do you mean, just a bandit, they felt that Troy, what’s wrong with you?’ - "The hell? No, it’s a b.a.n.d.i.t. It’s not like us, it’s not like you, it’s just.. you know, a bandit! Doesn’t matter what I do to em.” -shrug- - “-horrified silence-”

He blames himself each time this happens and damages his already fractured self esteem further. He can’t comprehend that his actions are the problem, because he simply has no way to understand his actions are bad. 

Each time someone close to him leaves, it’s another hit to his already crumbling self worth. He has absolutely no strong bonds with anyone bar his sister, who at times seems to barely like him, and he is genuinely desperate for validation and care from someone who likes Troy, not Calypso, not the God he pretends to be.

Every time another one of his “friends” vanishes, another of his little connections to his own humanity breaks. He gets angrier, and sadder, the God King a little more snarling and quicker to snap. It’s a sore point Tyreen tends to dig in during arguments too.

She doesn’t need anyone else, but she’s seen the near manic excitement and happiness he has when he connects with another person over a shared interest or they show actual genuine kindness towards him and not his title. If that person then becomes upset with his lack of empathy, or scared of it and abandons him, it’s another open wound on the already dying soul inside him that’s barely still breathing.

He has a complete and defined understanding of right and wrong, but those rules only apply to people, and his social development from infant to adult left his comprehension of other people so stunted, he cannot fathom that the vast majority of others are people. 

God King Calypso is a fucking nightmare to anyone bar the select view he sees as “people like him”. A feral, cackling monster, as likely to airdrop a million dollars onto a tiny village and record the reaction, as he is to rip a bandits arms off during a raid and live steam them bleeding out. All the same to him. Just background NPCs in his game. Placeholder actors in his life. They don’t matter. All that does matter is how they make him feel, or how they further his sister’s goals.

Every year that passes by leaves the God King more polished and defined, more in control a persona, while inside its impenetrable shell Troy DeLeon is slowly being suffocated by the weight of his own sins, without having the ability to understand he had been sinning at all.

God King Era - 4 years pre Bl3

By this point, Troy’s isolation is now deadly. He is a deity, worshipped by billions, with absolutely no points of human contact in his life to anchor himself to reality. No one to help him understand how to apply his sense of right and wrong to his followers, only his sister, who is even more toxic and vicious than he is.

Every day since starting the COV, he’s distanced himself further from the worshippers, the bandits, the acolytes. They are screaming war meat now, they are chips to barter with, numbers on a viewer count, flesh to tear into when he wants to feel something.

His relationship with Tyreen is crumbling. She’s quicker now to imply he’s not as important, he’s not the Siren. She’s called him a parasite in front of a merger board, a burden during a discussion with department heads. Each new crack at his inner ego only strengthens the persona further. Makes it more attention seeking, more willing to lash out at others, more vicious.

His “friends"are long gone, either fled from the behemoth the COV now is, or far away in other districts, planets, cities. The people he is close with now in working relationships are held at arms length. He doesn’t let anyone near him anymore, he’s afraid they will leave too if he does. 

The isolation pushes him further into the God King persona every day. If he’s Troy Calypso, he doesn’t NEED anyone else. The further he sinks into it, the more aggressive, the more twisted his actions become, but he doesn't see it that way. This is what his followers want, so it must be fine. Why wouldn’t it be fine to ravenously tear into heretics on livestream if 8 billion people are tuning in to watch?

He’s becoming cruel, he’s becoming vicious, but the man he was before he reached Pandora is still whispering that Tyreen is treating him wrong. That this isn’t how it was meant to be, that he’s not weak or a burden.

But listening to that voice means also having to listen to the one telling him he’s warped into something disgusting that his mother would be so let down by, that his father was right about him being a broken monstrosity. He continues to ignore it, and he loses himself further every day.

The deeper he recedes into the God King, the more he starts having nightmares, the more those whispers in the back of his mind get louder. He does what he can to ignore them, but sometimes something will set him off.

An argument with Tyreen, a momentary feeling of regret for leaving his home, a pang of loneliness. He often can’t sleep, and he knows if he starts to wonder why, clarity for the horrors he’s done could crush him.

Drugs, sex, bloodlust, he tries anything to take his mind off the intrusive thoughts that grow day by day. That he’s a failure. He’s a freak. He’s a cold blooded murder, but every now and then he’ll wake up in a cold sweat and hate himself so much that he wishes he’d never been born. 

The feeling passes very quickly as the God King shifts back into place and swallows it down, but while it’s there it’s horrific. He see’s himself from other people’s eyes for just a moment and god what has he turned into. What has he done. He’s a fucking monster.

The man he had been is so damaged under the mantle of this vicious God he’s wearing as a skin that it’s barely alive anymore, and it’s what begs him to kill it in those fleeting moments where he sees past his own facade, where he just for a second realises how many people he has hurt.

He tore his throat out a couple of years before the start of the game story in a moment of lucidity after being sleep deprived for days on end. Tyreen reached him in time when his implanted vitals tracker each twin keeps for the other alerted her to his condition, but it was close enough that he was bedridden for days after her energy transfer closed the wound.

She had been furious with him and made sure it was was kept hushed, the rest of the clergy believing he was on reprieve. Only the twins know the truth of what happened.

He never takes the collars off anymore now, the scars are still there. Convincing Tyreen that it had had happened during a nightmare when he’d left his prosthetic on by mistake was easy. Convincing himself to try and forget he’d been lucid and how it still feels like the right thing to do, is not. 

By the point the story begins, Troy is in a constant state of exhaustion, and knows deep down everything he has been through and done to others was for nothing. Tyreen doesn’t care about him the way he does her. She may never have, or she changed, he doesn’t know anymore. 

What he does know, is that he won't ever be a real God, and that the only reason he’s still alive is because he is useful. 

Maybe he should never have tried so hard to be useful.

 Phew.

I guess in a nutshell, my Troy’s greatest downfall is the God King persona.

As long as that shit is active, as long as it’s being worshipped, he’s never going to snap into reality. The reality that other people are there, that he’s been hurt so badly as a person, it’s all impossible long as he is being treated as, and believes, he is a God. 

The manic moments of clarity he has in the later stages of the COV rule are few and far between, but they eat him alive as he can’t understand why he suddenly feels so terrible, why he’s filled with such consuming remorse.

Peel the God King off the broken man underneath it and you leave him bare, confused, scared. You make him have to deal with reality, with people, with himself. That’s when you get him to show regret, and understand what he’s done, and understand what Ty has done to him.

That’s the redemption.

When he realises the game he was playing was real for billions, and suffers for it. It ends where it ends as my Troy ain’t dyin’ :P I’ll get to my rewrite eventually.  I hope to keep exploring these ideas in the future. Just desperately wish I’d as much to work with for Tyreen as I do Troy. GB YOU HEAR THAT? YOU HEAR THATTTT??

[arincalz]

⌠ ETHAN CUTKOSKY, 20, CIS MALE, HE/HIM ⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, ARIN CALLISTER! according to their records, they’re a THIRD year, specializing in ADVANCED ENCRYPTION; and they DID NOT go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of shaggy unkempt hair, the glow of LED case lights in bi pride colors, late night thunderstorms and the first skate on fresh ice. when it’s the (scorpio)’s birthday on 11/03/1999, they always request their CHICKEN STRIPS from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation.  / @gallagherintro​

will i ever write a coherent bio for a character instead of just copy/pasting my brain dump notes ? maybe. someday. probably not but if u think these are bad u should see my indie :))))

        he wishes he had a cooler story for why he started hacking and coding, and often when he's asked he'll make something up on the spot. but if you press enough, he'll admit to wanting more coins in club penguin when he was eight and than wondering how those exploits worked.         pretty quickly he discovered whole communities online for hacking other games and even whole websites and he became fascinated. it would be a few years before he'd actually be able to participate in these communities (mom said no), but even as a kid he would lurk the forums for tips and new scripts to test out and tinker with. it was basic script kiddie stuff, but it was a start.         that summer when it was time to pick a day camp he'd ask his mom to find a coding camp for him to try. his mom had to pull some strings to get him in, and he was a few years younger than the rest of the class, but that wouldn't keep arin from constantly showing them up. he'd keep going to coding camp every summer for the next few years - and in the meantime, the forums and his own tinkering kept him sharp and learning new things.         in middle school he discovered bug bounties, where companies pay hackers to report on security flaws in their systems. this gave him something to do besides hack and mod video games - which was still fun, but wasn't going to make him any money - and something to actively work towards. he started small, looking for vulnerabilities in his school's system and informing them by leaving little notes for the administrators telling them how he did it and how he thought it could be fixed. he didn't get anything out of that, but it taught him what he needed to slowly work his way up to bigger and better things. and after about a year or so he was supplementing his allowance of his little side hustle.

        the bounties got more substantial in high school as he worked his way into bigger and tougher systems. by now he was active in the online communities, and took a certain amount of pride in being "the kid" in a few of them. in hindsight, that's probably how he got the attention of blackthorne academy in the first place.         the move to gallagher after a year at blackthorne was a more than welcome one. he didn't do great in that sort of environment, though his fighting skills from years of playing hockey helped him keep his head above water. still hated the place, though.

and now for some fun bonus personality stuff:

he and devon go way back to when they were smol babies at their separate day camps that happened to cross paths enough for them to make friends. just how often he participated in [gregg from nitw voice] crimes is tbd but let it be known he has used his powers for evil

likes solving his problems with his fists, but he went the whole last semester without punching anyone, and you know what we call that ? growth. (the summer doesn't count, shhh, that asshole at the bar in berlin had it coming and his nose looks better crooked anyway, shhhhhhhhh)

this boy has uniform violations for days and like, some of it is because he thinks the rules are stupid but some of it he just genuinely forgets. even though this is his second year at gallagher just he has not learned the dress code. 

computer smart, but otherwise ?? no thoughts, head empty

dyslexic, cannot read, will cry if you ask him to try and read something smaller than like 14px or in a font that isn't a basic mono or serif

has snails named snurcules, spork, escargobi-wan kenobi and p sherman 42 wallaby way sydney (sherman for short) because none of my characters can have normal pets. ( look how cute tho )

i mentioned it in passing in the bio but he used to play hockey as a kid and in high school and he's pretty good but that’s also where he first learned how to fight

speaking of hockey i don’t actually have a good reason for him to be a capitols fan so as much as it pains me i am reluctantly making him a devils fan which in its own way... is very fitting

he also probably whines a lot about not being able to just ~go skate~ whenever he wants to, please help him find some other hobbies, get him a skateboard maybe

honestly probably runs a gallagher minecraft server and if you piss him off he'll blow up your house, free your chickens and dye all your sheep pink

[hex6rcist]

His Hero {Aizawa x Reader}

This is just a little something I wrote up after rewatching the USJ arc. Let me know what you think and feel free to drop me a request if you like this! 

~ Mod Nico

The hospital staff’s voices blur together into a drone the only sound that made sense to you was the hammering of your own heart. You tried to pay attention to what the nurse was telling you but your brain couldn’t make sense of the words coming out of their mouth. Finally you cut them off, “Please. Can I just see him now?” The nurse hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Yes, of course. Go right on in. I’ll give you two a moment.” You finally opened the door that separated you from Shota. You couldn’t help but give a small gasp at the sight of him completely bound in bandages, lying prone on the hospital bed. An IV dripped slowly into his system and a heart monitor beeped steadily beside him.

You only let yourself hesitate for a moment before taking a seat beside him. You reached for his hand but upon seeing those bandaged as well you settled for resting a hand on his thigh instead. You weren’t sure when you started crying but you were suddenly aware of tears on your cheeks, tears you wouldn’t shed if you new he would see them. You knew what you signed up for dating a pro... But seeing him like this was never easy. You gave a small sniffle and wiped at your eyes. You didn’t know if he was awake but you needed to talk over the sound of beeping machines. “They’re all safe Shota. Only one boy was hurt using his quirk and Recover Girl took care of him. You did so good and I’m so proud of you. Those kids are lucky to have a teacher like you.” You squeezed his thigh a little. Slowly his eyes cracked open, still looking red and irritated from the overuse of his quirk. He shifted them to look up at you. Shota tried to lift his hand to touch you but you stopped him with a gentle hand on his cast. “Just rest.” He only gave a small nod, easing back into the hospital bed. He must have been exhausted.

The next couple of hours were a blur of faces, medical professionals that flittered in and out of the room checking fluid levels and feeding you chunks of information you barely understood. You knew enough to understand the extent of his injuries though. Reality tasted bitter in your mouth, made all the more potent by the news that had been on since you entered the room. All the coverage was about the USJ attack and the target of the attack, All Might. You reach for the remote and finally turn it off. If Shota was awake this would be the last thing he wanted to hear right now. He needed to heal, all of this could be worried about tomorrow. You could feel tears welling back up in your eyes but you pushed them away. Your mind kept wandering back to the way he looked at you when you first sat beside him and the way his arm moved. If your boyfriend could be strong for you then you could be strong for him too. You had to.

It was late into the night before Shota was fully awake and coherent. And it was even later before he was discharged. You knew as well as he did that he should still be in the hospital, but this was the life of a pro. The car ride home was quiet. Shota was busy trying to keep himself comfy and any sounds of discomfort to a minimum and you were busy trying not to hit any bumps. When you got home he needed your help. Positioning yourself under his arm you let him use you for support. Once the two of you made it in  you set him down on the couch, making him nice and comfy before wandering towards the kitchen to make him a substantial meal. His voice stopped you before you could get too far. “I have to go tomorrow.” You already knew what he meant. You hadn’t expected any less from him. “I know. I understand.” You turn to give him a smile, “Just please rest when you can.” He returned your smile the best he could through his bandages. “I love you.” “I love you too, Shota. Now let me get some food in you before bed. You have a long day and it starts in 3 hours.”

You couldn’t stop him, nothing could. You just had to be strong for him. You had to be his hero when he needed you.

[imagine-the-phantom-thieves]

NSFW A-Z for Haru x male reader please?

Silly Anon!  We keep things neutral here! 

Also I had to look at old writing to figure out how I used to write X-Ray for women, and oh my God I hate my old writing how did people like it, holy shit.

Another Anon had asked for B, F, J and K, and another Anon had asked for I, T and V.

- Mod Maruki

Haru Okumura

A - Aftercare

Haru’s usually pretty sleepy afterward, but she still tries to remain at least a tad coherent. 

There’s gentle, lingering touches on her s/o, and she often smiles at them, simply enjoying the calm atmosphere of the afterglow.

She’s very quiet during this time, leaving any conversation for the morning after.

B - Body Part

There’s a lot she loves about her s/o, but she thinks that’s a given. If she had to pick one thing, it’d probably be their hands.

She just enjoys holding their hands, and compared to hers, they’re almost always softer.

When it comes to her own body, she doesn’t have much of an opinion, if anything, she actually dislikes most of it and is pretty anxious about her figure, thanks to a certain someone.

C - Cum

Doesn’t really have a preference where her s/o cums, but her thighs or stomach are the least of a hassle to clean afterward.

The only place that she really has a gripe about is the sheets. 

There’s almost always a particular way of cleaning them if she doesn’t want them completely ruined, but if the next day’s a busy one she doesn’t have the time to take care of it, and it’s not like she can just leave it.

D - Dirty Secret

Haru didn’t know sadism could have sexual connotations until she was in her early twenties.

She had mentioned how her old friends had called her that on occasion once in a rather joking conversation, and her s/o had just so happened to take it that way.

She had realized how things had sounded just a little too late.

E - Experience

She hadn’t really thought about sex before she finally settled down with her s/o.

I mean, she thought about it, but really didn’t want to participate until she found the right person. 

It’s a new experience, but certainly not unwelcome.

F - Favourite Position

Likes standard missionary and gift-wrapped. 

She just likes things simple and sweet.

G - Goofy

Rarely. 

She’ll feed into a silly mood if her s/o starts it, but usually she doesn’t.

H - Hair

Trimmed, at the very least. 

Though on occasion she slips up and it can get rather noticeably unkempt. 

I - Intimacy 

Absolutely. 

Sex is the most intimate time she can think of, of course she treats it as such.

She actually has a mild distaste for sudden bursts of lust. 

It just makes it seem less important, and to a degree reminds her of...

Well, y’know.

J - Jack Off

Again, rarely.

She doesn’t really have the time for it to begin with.

But even if she has the time, why not just ask her s/o, as embarrassing as it could get?

K - Kink

Genuinely, doesn’t actually have any.

Haru’s pretty much as vanilla as someone can get.

Even mentioning the idea that she has a sadism streak flusters her more than anything else.

L - Location

Nowhere but the home. 

Doing something like that in public is basically asking for a buisness suicide.

Even in the home, there either can’t be any windows or the curtains must be hanging. 

M - Motivation

Oddly enough, the thing that can get her most is just small things like neck massages. 

Just picturing her looming over any troublesome paperwork for Okumura Foods when her s/o comes in and starts putting pressure around her neck, trying to help loosen up the knots present

And they just travel lower and lower down her back until…

It kinda gets her hot and bothered just thinking about it.

N - NO

Hitting is the biggest no-no for her. Most things involving a lot of force are, actually.

Pretty much anything that waters down sex as just an intimate experience, more so turning it into a game of climax.

So, things like edging and overstimulation are also off the table.

O - Oral

She’s pretty susceptible to oral, actually.

Just the right way to lick and suck at her makes her weak in the knees.

That being said, she’s pretty good at giving, too. 

Once she finally figured out the right rhythms for her s/o, she was good to go.

P - Pace

If she’s ever in control, she tries to keep a managed pace. 

Not slow enough that her s/o would be begging for her to go faster, but she isn’t fast or sloppy, really.

It’s just the perfect speed to enjoy the moment.

Q - Quickie

She has a mixed opinion of them.

On one hand, they help to fit things in her occasionally unforgiving schedule.

On the other, things just don’t feel as romantic as she’d like because of the rush required.

So, she’s okay with them, she just prefers not doing them if it can be helped.

R - Risk

Pretty risk averse overall. 

It’s a mix of her not liking it personally and avoiding any possible scandals for the sake of Okumura Foods’ future.

As for experimenting though?

She’s actually pretty okay with experimenting, because there’s the chance her and her s/o will find something they both like enough to make regular.

S - Stamina

On a typical day, she can only last a round. 

Of course, if she has a day off and she’s less worn down than she would be on a regular night, she can maybe last another.

It takes her an average amount of time to release, so, she’s not beyond sensitive but if given proper attention she should be able to release before nights end. 

T - Toy

Haru doesn’t own anything really jaw-dropping. 

Her ‘collection’ is really just her s/o’s, she just buys them for them if they happen to be strapped for cash.

Though that doesn’t stop her from contemplating experimentation with their purchases of choice.

U - Unfair

Teasing her usually draws out some louder noises from her, but she doesn’t feel particularly strong about it either way.

If her s/o asks her to tease them, she’ll comply, but it isn’t like, a staple for her.

V - Volume

Gives more quiet mewls, for the most part.

Occasionally maybe a more high pitch squeak or two, but overall, her actual volume isn’t very loud.

W - Wild Card

Out of all the Thieves, she was probably the most nervous when it came to her first time.

Was she with the right person? Was this the right time for her? Was she actually ready for it or was she just jumping into it without thinking enough?

Once it was over and done with, she had almost laughed to herself for getting so worked up over it.

X - X-Ray

Over the course of the average day, she’s never really wet.

Maybe once the work day is over and done with, but that’s really just a little.

Y - Yearning

Never really thinks about when she wants it. 

Usually just goes along with when her s/o would like to, provided she has the energy and it won’t interfere with her schedule. 

Z - Zzz

Haru’s usually pretty spent from work already, so layer-cake sex on top of that and more often than not she’s completely worn out.

She tries to maintain light conversation with her s/o, but she typically passes out before too long.

[fantastic-nonsense]

Winners and Losers of the 6th Democratic Debate

Winners:

Biden: Surprised the hell out of me and actually sounded competent and actually put together tonight. Still had some really weird and skeevy af answers, but overall came out sounding pretty good. Points deducted for unnecessary shouting, being dragged by Bernie a couple of times on his foreign policy, his inability to articulate his record on military policy, and the really odd and awkward segue into the story about the kid with the stutter. 

Warren: Liz desperately needed a comeback night after her drop in the polls and god did she deliver. She sounded coherent and put together, was on message, was far more aggressive than she had been in previous debates (but effectively so and not needlessly so), and played as a very effective first round to take out Buttigieg so that Bernie and Yang could take the slam dunk shot and victory laps respectively. She was also able to effectively articulate pretty much everything, including a very well done answer on how she would exercise executive power in a divided Congress. 

Bonus points for her responses on corruption/how corruption keeps progressive policies from getting passed and her response to the “are you too old to be president” question with “Well I would be the youngest female president ever elected.” Points deducted for not being able to answer Buttigieg's ‘are you corrupted Senator’ question, the slightly odd repetition of the “selfie line” line, and the slight zone out during the closing statements.

Bernie: also sounded far better and more coherent than he has at the past few debates. Simultaneously played peacemaker/argument-finisher and agitator to great effect. Highlights: getting the slam dunk on Buttigieg after the Warren-Buttigieg fight, shutting the Biden-Klobuchar fight down, and his comments on Israel-Palestine. Multiple points deducted for giving the mods the complete runaround on healthcare and not saying what he would do if he couldn’t get his bills passed in the Senate.

Middle of the Pack/“Almost Winners”:

Yang: I will never be convinced to vote for him, but having fewer candidates on the stage definitely worked to Yang’s advantage. Generally speaking, he had fairly compelling points and was able to articulate his thoughts quite a bit more. However, I’m dinging him significantly for all of those times that he stopped and visibly waited for applause; it came off as very Jeb “please clap” Bush, and I’m not about that life. He also completely missed the point on multiple occasions and reminded me that he’s not a politician with no political experience, and thus no real practical understanding of how to wield political power. I’m glad he’s there for the issues he’s articulating, but I would never vote for him for a federal-level office before he has served at a local, county, or state level.

Amy Klobuchar: okay before I get into her performance can I just say how weird it is that she’s polling at like 2% nationally and has had the most/second most speaking time at 2 debates in a row now??? Anyway Klobuchar was basically…the same, which means that she was kind of obnoxious and inserted herself and her opinions into everything, as usual. Lots of focus on “I can get it done” and “we need a Midwesterner” and obviously forced jokes (like Amy, I get it, you’re the “hello fellow kids” candidate, but you really don’t need to go that hard by name-dropping the “Notorious RBG” on live national television), not a lot of focus on how to actually move us forward into the future. She got some good shots in and sounded forceful, but nothing particularly substantial was said. Highlight of her night was her absolutely ending Buttigieg over the question of his experience. So she did much better than she has in previous debates, but not enough to actually put her into the 'winners' category.

The Losers:

Buttigieg: tonight was Dunk on Buttigieg night and he was obviously not prepared for it. He was able to semi-effectively combat Warren, but he had no response to Bernie and Yang coming after him using the opening provided by her attacks and Klobuchar coming back around to solidly end him. Also the “wine cellar” moment is already meme-ing its way around Tumblr and Twitter, which is not going to help him a bit either. He gave his usual “sound good but incredibly vague with no concrete answers” spiels, and still doesn’t seem to understand why universal public services should be free to everyone and not just poor/middle-class people; I don’t care if I’m paying for a rich kid to go to college or get healthcare, because they in turn are paying for me to go to college and get healthcare. Public services are for everyone to enjoy and profit from, not just poor people. He had multiple good moments, but they were overshadowed by his bad ones.

Tom Steyer: the entire time I just kept thinking “why are you here and peddling your false ‘I am the only one who has done anything’ nonsense???” Steyer imo came off as passionate about the issues and willing to put his money where his mouth is but condescending, pretentious, and dismissive of the work that everyone else on stage has done to advance various issues. Not a good look, but also not terribly surprising.

General Thoughts:

This debate was so much better and far more substantive than previous debates. The moderators weren’t particularly great, but they asked really meaty and tough questions and did hold the candidates accountable when they were giving the runaround. I particularly loved how this debate focused more on foreign policy, the area over which the President traditionally holds the most direct influence. Still waiting on some substantive questions on women’s issues other than abortion and birth control.

I’m so tired of watching Bernie and Biden yell at each other. Someone please save me.

Booker, Castro, and Steyer need to drop now. I'm content to put up with Yang until Iowa (when he obviously needs to drop out), and obviously Buttigieg isn't going anywhere until the first four states (at least) have voted. 

As predicted, Biden, Sanders, and Warren are and continue to be the three frontrunners and the race is very likely to end up as either a three-way race to a contested convention or a Biden vs. Sanders or Warren (depending on which progressive candidate can garner more votes). I don't see Buttigieg managing to overtake Biden as the leading moderate in the race after tonight, which dings my original prediction that the race was going to end up as Biden and Buttigieg vs. Sanders and Warren fighting between whether the moderates or progressives were going to win the primary.

What really depresses me about Warren asking for forgiveness for getting too heated over issues is that it's such a female thing to do, especially female politicians, who constantly have to apologize and explain their angry words and confrontational speech where everyone accepts it wholesale from men and male politicians. That wasn't interview-level cringiness, that was a genuine belief that she should apologize for sounding angry.

Also the fact that the two women on stage both asked for forgiveness (and both for “getting too emotional over the issues”) and all of the men shrugged and were like ‘gifts! Buy my book.’ That last question is going to get analyzed quite a bit in the coming days, and it’s hopefully going to spark some conversation about the different standards we hold male and female politicians to

PBS noting in their post-debate discussion that Biden, Sanders, and Warren all came from less money than Buttigieg and that they didn't earn their money until their 40s when discussing the Warren-Buttigieg "you're worth more than I am" moment like lmao go off

[engineering]

EmberConf 2019 Recap

Now that the dust has settled on EmberConf 2019, I thought I'd take some time to write up my experience and what I learned.

I (@oli) was fortunate to be invited to teach my Broccoli.js workshop this year at EmberConf 2019 during March in Portland, Oregon. I taught a similar workshop last year at the conference and received great feedback, and so of course was more than happy to come back this year with a refresher course. For those unfamiliar with Broccoli.js, it's a JavaScript build system used to compile JavaScript projects, and it makes up the build system for Ember.js. My workshop covered an introduction to how Broccoli.js works and how to integrate with it into your Ember.js application. The workshop this year was another great success with attendees leaving with skills to turbo charge their Ember.js build pipeline.

The conference

EmberConf is one of my favourite conferences, not only because I get to geek out with fellow engineers about Ember.js, but mainly due to the stellar organization by Leah Silber and the amazing EmberConf team. EmberConf places a big emphasis on inclusivity, with no space for harassing behavior or anything that makes anyone's experience unpleasant as is outlined in their code of conduct. It's great to be part of such a welcoming community and the organisers should be very proud of the atmosphere that they foster, I didn't see one unhappy face!

The night before the storm

There was a buzz in the air this year, something felt different. After speaking with Tom Dale at the speakers' dinner the night before the conference kicked off, it was hard not to feel infected by his excitement for the keynote the following morning. Tom Dale and Yehuda Katz are the parents of Ember, it was their takes on the technology of the web circa 2010 that gave birth to SproutCore and what subsequently evolved into Ember.js. From their original mantra of Stop Breaking the Web, to today's JavaScript that you wouldn't dream of writing without a compiler of sorts, Tom and Yehuda have pioneered web technologies for nearly a decade. It's for this reason that when Tom gets excited about something, it's probably worth getting excited about.

Keynote time

Conference day one rolls around, and it's keynote time, the room is packed with 1000 or so people, the lights dim and Yehuda and Tom approach the stage. As is customary for EmberConf, they start off with reiterating that EmberConf is an inclusive conference and if you feel someone looks uncomfortable to go and interject into the situation to disperse it or speak to a conference organiser. I've never seen anyone look uncomfortable at EmberConf — quite the opposite for that matter, which is fantastic.

History

Tom covers a bit of Ember's history, being 8 years old this year, and highlights how much the web has changed since Ember was released. The web has evolved so much in the last 8 years, and Ember has kept up and in a lot of cases spearheaded those changes. Ember was founded on the idea of being a framework to "Build ambitious web applications" and one of the founding values of Ember is "Climb the mountain together" (borrowed from DHH). So the mountain is "ambitious web applications" and we climb it together through shared tools, shipping features, and with big changes we move as a community. This really is a fundamental benefit of Ember, that the shared conventions, tooling, and features avoid bike-shedding over things that we as a community collectively agree on and allows Ember to focus on innovation and new ways of solving common problems in a cohesive manner.

A quick recap of some of the things that Ember has done in the past 8 years:

Things like the six-week release cycle, the RFC process, and engaging in standards and code mods have made it easy and predictable for everyone who uses Ember to upgrade as a community and benefit from all the enhancements that come with that. To that end, the Ember Community Surveys show that the majority of users are on the latest LTS or newer version of Ember.

Using the same tools is also important, Ember CLI allows everyone who uses Ember to use the same build tool, and combined with Addons allows for shared extensions to Ember and the build pipeline and allows for the community to experiment and extend Ember in predictable and collaborative ways. Due to the shared conventions anyone opening an Ember application should immediately feel at home and understand how the app is structured, how the build pipeline works, and how additional functionality can be added through shared endeavors.

Stability & Progress

Frameworks must strike a careful balance with the tension between stability and progress. On one hand we don't want to break peoples apps when they upgrade, but at the same time we don't want that to necessarily hold us back from progress, we must climb the mountain together. As such one must strike a balance between aggressive changes cause community fragmentation and cautious changes that leave Ember falling behind its competition.

During the Ember one lifecycle, lots of aggressive changes were made at the expense of leaving some users behind who were unable to upgrade. Comparatively in the 2.0 release cycle, very few major features landed with most releases saying "No new features are added in Ember core", but focused more on internal non-breaking changes to improve stability and coherence. On that note, the fact that the core team managed to ship an entirely new rendering engine under the hood without breaking existing apps, but whilst simultaneously taking advantage of new technologies and improving rendering performance of over 2x is pretty staggering. The Ember 3.0 release cycle tried to strike a balance between shipping things incrementally whilst keeping an eye on the direction of the whole system, driving towards coherence.

Coherence

Coherence is about how features and APIs interact with one another, and making commitments to stability without designing the entire future. For example it means we don't need to land all the changes to a specific programming model in a single release, we can improve the model in one so that new features can be adopted and peoples lives become easier, and finish it off in another thus rounding out the full model and making the API coherent.

An example of this is the component getter and setter model, and how to get rid of this.get('foo') and this.set('foo', 'bar') within a component and replace them with native JavaScript getters and setters this.foo and this.foo = 'bar' would have in the 2.0 series been held back by not having a good story for the setter and this make an asymmetrical and incoherent API. However in the 3.0 series the decision was made to ship the getter syntax, and continue working on the setter syntax until a good solution had been found, and when it does, symmetry was restored and the API became coherent again. So long as there is a long term goal of where we need to get to, we can get there iteratively without having to land everything at once. This strikes a balance between progress and stability.

Incoherence

The problem with this idea of intentionally making something incoherent for the sake of progress leads to the intermediary state potentially being confusing to developers. This confusion state has been termed "the pit of incoherence", it's the middle point between where we are and where we want to be.

The side effect of this is the idea of "churn", that developers have to continually upgrade their apps and adopt new models and ways of thinking, rolling with the punches if you will. So there needs to be a way to communicate to developers when a set of APIs and features have all landed and are all coherent, that documentation is ready and the set are officially supported by the core teams. Traditionally this would be done by cutting a new major release, but Ember uses major releases to signify things that have been finally removed after being deprecated instead of new features being added. This really is the idea of a major version change, signifying that change have been made without preserving backwards compatibility. What most frameworks tend to do however is bundle end of life features with new features, which makes it difficult to upgrade and developers are faced with not only features being removed, but also having to learn new paradigms for the new major version. As an attempt to solve this, Ember is introducing "Editions".

Editions

The idea is to take a snapshot of the framework as a way of signalling to all Ember developers, to all of the core teams, the Ember community and the wide JavaScript community these points of maximum coherence. Essentially "these features are all related and they all reinforce and complement one another, they've all landed, they're all polished and documented, it's a good time for you to go and adopt these features in your application".

And with that, Ember will be releasing its first "official" edition: Octane. Octane is a snapshot of the Ember framework at a given time when a set of features are cohesive and represent "the new way" of building an Ember application. These features are as follows:

Octane is a snapshot, a "peak" of coherence where the core teams have landed a bunch of great new features and now is a good time for the community to adopt them.

To find out more about Octane, checkout the offical preview website.

Roundup

I think editions is an awesome way of packaging a set of features that together for a cohesive experience, that isn't coupled to a semver major release but allows developers to adopt a complete set of changes in one go, invest in learning the "new" ways of doing things and collectively we as a community move up the mountain together.

With the release of Ember Octane, we have a bright future for the Ember project. This edition really does feel like a fundamental shift in the programming model, bringing itself up-to-date with the JavaScript wider community, whilst also ushering in awesome new features like tracked properties, something no other framework is doing as far as I can see.

I think Tom said it best at the end of the keynote:

"I got into web development in the first place because I wanted to make cool things for my friends, and I really love the web because I could write a little bit of code, save the file and instantly I got that feedback loop and I saw something happening on the screen. A little bit of code gave me something really visual and fun and interactive, and I could share it with my friends and they loved it as much as I did. I want that feeling when I'm building things at work."

And Tom is absolutely right, using Ember Octane really does have that similar feedback loop, it really does feel fun.

You can find out more about Ember Octane on the Ember.js website https://emberjs.com/editions/octane/ or watch the EmberConf keynote (and the rest of the conference) in full here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O3RKLHvpUAI

I personally want to give a huge shout out to all the Ember core team members who have made this possible, bravo 👏

[chaniters]

Dance off

Awan continues chasing the leaders of the Hero-Drug ring into one of Los Diablos biggest night clubs, and comes face to face with Marshal Charge.

Enjoy!

Dance Off

You throw off the coat over the couch and take off all the newspapers from under your hoodie. Poor man's body armor. It did help you not get stabbed. You'll have to mend the hole in the coat tough.

You take some painkillers and douse the scratches in your back with some whiskey. It's not perfect, but if you can beat half a dozen assailants AND their boosted leader by yourself and come out with only a big bruise on your left side and some scratches on your back, you'll take it.

You turn on the news. There's a small report about Charge stopping a group of hero-drug dealers and arresting the Crumpler. No mention of you at all. Perfect. For a few moments, you wonder if you should have stopped to free Charge and talk to him. 

But then again...

You don't know how he got there first. You don't know if how close is he to the government. And above all, not sensing his mind just freaked you out. And still does.

So the answer's still no. Turning off the lights, you try to get some sleep. Tomorrow night you'll be at it again.

--------------------------the following night-----------------------------

You walk past the bouncer without so much as a glance, while the guys behind you start yelling about them not being let in. Whatever. Get your own telepathic powers next time boys.

You take another lollipop and walk onto the dance floor. The music is loud inside. You're not very used to this, so you raise your shields just in case. No sense letting the crowd overwhelm you. Avoiding the dancing crowd, you stick to the walls, as you try to scan the place for any signs of Lord Ember's people. Hollow Ground was never interested in the Second Circle from what you gather. It's too mainstream, too exposed, and it's not a place where he can install his dampeners.

Ember's operation must be located here somewhere, even knocked down the thoughts were clear from the Crumpler's mind.

And then you see them. Medea disappears behind a door at the VIP sector.

Medea is a former hero who fell for Lord Ember and is reportedly not only his girlfriend but his partner in crime. She's the second in command of his little band of misfits. And she can suposedly alter reality in minor ways. You have a hard time believeing that. 

You head to the VIP area, and once again the bouncer lets you pass without a hitch. Timing yourself, you send a single thought to those around you.

*Close your eyes*

They do... for a few seconds. Letting you sneak through the door on the far end. A corridor.. filled with music equipment and boxes with bottles of beer lying around.

The hallway ends in a closed door leading to a large office. You peek with your mind. You're so glad you don't have to actually poke your face through the door right now.

Focusing on the minds inside, you soon get a good enough idea of what's going on. It’s a large Office. Medea is inside... as is Lord Ember... and someone else. 

Lord Ember is furious.

"I swear I didn't have anything to do with it! I didn't speak!" the man pleads. He's bruised and sitting on a chair. He's not restrained, but there is Medea to his left and Lord Ember standing tall in front of him.

"Do you think I'm stupid? I KNOW you're the snitch that got Crumpler in jail... How long have you been the Marshall's informant?"

"I don't know what you speak about!" You can sense this is a lie. And Lord Ember doesn't need to be a telepath to know that either. "My patience grows thin. Speak now, what else did you tell him?" "I didn't do it... I swear" the man starts crying pathetically.

Lord Ember sighs. "I've HAD IT with you... you know I was actually considering letting you live a little longer... using you to plant false information for the Marshall... but if you can't even lie well enough to save your life, then you're useless! "NO PLEASE!"

Lord Ember simply extends his right hand towards the man, sending a blazing stream of flames through his body. FWWWOOOOM!!! You have to step back several steps to avoid the heat-wave and flames coming through the corridor as the door turns to dust letting the fire trough. 

The man's screams are brief, and when the stream ends, there is only a charred corpse disintegrating into dust. The remains of the chair break and fall in pieces.

"Darling... would you?" "You know, we could use a gun next time?" she says somewhat not amused. She snaps her fingers, and the flames die out. The corridor is cool once more. You sigh in relief, you were wondering how to evacuate everyone as the club caught on fire. “He had it coming” he states

“Not arguing that” she concedes. “Just your finesse with these things.”

“That’s why we make such a good team,” he says kissing her.

Yuck. Their warm thoughts for each other make you recoil. VillIain romance. Who needs that?

"Let's go. This place isn't safe. If the Crumpler snitched too, then Charge is on his way. We'll deal with him later. Dear, get The Void to call all of our the drivers, have them take ALL of our stash here and bring it to our place. I’ll get the car."

Medea nods and heads to the door, kicking some of the bones, with Ember following her... You rush through the corridor and back into the VIP. Using the same trick, you go undetected once more.

No time to find a hiding place, you just exit the VIP area and head into the crowd. They can't find you here, you're just one more random guy.

You begin waddling through the crowd when...

Your shields begin getting crushed.

Shit.

Why did you do this... Their thoughts... the bodies pushing and bumping into you... And the music doesn’t help...

Your shields are breaking to pieces... you can't even think...

You bump into someone.

"Sorry" you manage.

"Yes, you should be sorry you little weasel !!"

"Huh?" you lift your gaze and the remainder of your shields breaks like glass.

Marshall Charge.

"So do you come here often?" he says with a grin. "Or just when you're spying on Lord Ember?" He's fucking dancing.

"I... just come here to dance!" your lips say without any coherent input from your brain. And you even try to make some moves to sound convincing. What the fuck was that????? You want to scream. But there's not much you can do... Your brain is like a dried grapefruit under the pressure of this whole crowd around you. If he keeps you talking right now you’re going to say things you’ll regret. 

"Really?" he says arching his eyebrows. And watching you. Is he fucking checking you up? No that's your imagination, he's straight according to your intel. And he’s still he's dancing in front of you. As if he wanted to show you just how much of a better dancer he is than you.

So you’re dancing in front of each other, you realize.  Does that mean you're dancing together? When does this end? How do you escape?

The awkwardness extends for what seems like an eternity until the song ends.

"Ehrm... I prefer to dance... alone" you say finally.

"I've got a better idea, let's have a drink," he says taking your arm, and pulling you to the bar.

You don't even fight it, because you don't even have the strength to get out of this crowd on your own. If he can get pull you out, he's doing you a favor.

Finally, he reaches the bar and motions for you to sit as well. You regain some calm, and your shields begin reforming themselves.

"Kid, are you even allowed in here? How old are you?"

"I'm not a kid. I’m 20" You say giving him the stink eye. At least you are biologically 20. 

"You are still too young! The superhero business is DANGEROUS!!"

"Maybe it is for SOME of us" you bite back.

"Pendejo..." he starts, but then stops himself as the bartender approached. "A beer... and a cola drink for him" he requests glaring at you.

How the fuck did he know you love coke drinks???!

"Thanks," you say drinking your cola. So much sugar. Already you feel yourself getting more centered. 

He just stares at you. Oh. He wanted to shame you with a non-alcoholic drink going about your age again. Well, the joke’s on him, he’s paying, you think as you finish it.

"You should go back to your mom and dad before they find you here. Leave it to the grown-ups."

"I'm not going anywhere, and if I remember correctly, you were going to get killed by the CRUMPLER last time. And I saved your sorry ass grandpa."

"You... you... " he points trying to get back at you. In the end, he just takes a long sip of his beer.

"Why are you even after Lord Ember?"

The memories trigger...

THe mission... the military guys that hit you for being you... Nathaniel, your handler cleaning your wounds. Telling you it would be alright once you finished the mission.  THe delivery run... and then Ember and Medea. They killed the guards. Stole the Drug package. You ran. Nathaniel ... dead. The only human who ever treated you as a person.

And then you were alone. In Alaska. You didn't return to the Directive. You couldn’t. You ignored their calls. Not until you track that bastard down to Los Diablos. He has to pay.

"Revenge" You say in the end. "He... killed a good friend of mine". Was Nath a friend? You consider him one. You’d like to consider you could be someone’s friend, but you can’t. You’re a re-gene and he was your handler.  You belong to him until the Farm says otherwise. You owe it to him to find his killer. 

He gives you a long stare. You put another lollipop in your mouth. You’re not going to cry in front of him.

He smiles. Did you say something funny? "Right.. ok kid. We can.. maybe work this together?" he keeps talking. But your mind drifts off. You see The Void.

A new face in the criminal world. A modded thug that uses energy weaponry. 

He speaks with a man in the distance and then is lost in the crowd again. As the man passes near you, you assault his mind... He is one of the drivers taking the stash to Ember. You extract the location of Ember's base from his brain.

"No.," you say to the MArshall. "I work alone" "What?!" he says. "I already know where Ember's base is located," you say with a smug expression.

"Huh...? And how did you accomplish that?" "Detective work," you say "Something you might want to learn about Marshal"

"Que pendejo estúpido," he says in the end. "Can I have one of those?" he says pointing at your bag of Lollipops.

"Yeah, whatever," you say thinking of how to follow them.

"You have to let me come with you. You don't know how dangerous Ember is" he says rummaging through the bag for a few seconds until he comes out with a lemon flavored one. "Oh, I know. And I'm going to deal with it myself!" you say hoping off. “Whose the grown-up now?” you goad him as you leave. 

On to Ember's base, you think as you run forwards.

And deep inside your lollipop bag, Marshall Charge's small tracker sends him updates of your location. He smiles as he activates the tracking app on his phone, heading to his motorbike.

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My Fanfiction: https://chaniters.tumblr.com/post/181692759294/my-fanfiction-for-fallen-hero    

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fan fiction using characters and the setting of the Fallen Hero: Rebirth and upcoming Fallen Hero: Retribution games written by Malin Riden. I do not claim ownership of any characters from the Fallen Hero wold. These stories are a work of my imagination, and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. These works are intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by the author. I am not profiting financially from the creation of these stories, and thank the author for her wonderful game/s, without which these works would not exist.

[naernon]

i’m making some changes to what i’ve previously said of various OCs. you can’t count the amount of plot holes, contrivances, and weak points in my OC verse and while i’m not in an OC mood lately anyways aside from maybe ryvrinei... oh well. i figured to fix it. i wrote all of this late last night and im really not willing to proofread it right now so i hope it’s coherent enough. if it sits too long in my drafts i’m going to forget it exists and never post it.

i previously had that ohtehil, after deserting from the thalmor, disguised herself when residing in whiterun (which, IIRC, was implied in-game to apparently be a safe-place from the thalmor-- sort of. in which. they don’t seem to be allowed in? forget which quest and all) through various shit, which included dying her hair black. we only see a few black-haired altmer in ESO, which leads me to headcanon that while it is possible, it’s not common. which is... fine. but does not make sense if you’re trying to blend in as an average, totally-not-wanted by the thalmor altmer in skyrim, which has a small altmer population to begin with. i’ll try different colors out on her disguised, post-desertion version tomorrow, but either way, her hair color will be changing. im thinking an auburn or something? just a shade of ginger. her hair prior was platinum blonde. anything that is different enough from that yet doesn’t draw attention would suffice.

this is not really a change but just a clarification. i’ve stated ryvrinei is a dog person and has a immortal dog herself based on a particular husky mod (garm. but i need to do changes to fit it more into the lore)-- and then also said she liked cats. she likes both. she did have a moonlight senche tiger during the time of ESO but it... did die. eventually. or maybe not, if i decide to somehow make it so it’s immortal because i’m a pussy and the idea of pets dying makes me sad. but. yes. ryvrinei. dog person, but also very much likes cats. both. both are good

estryon, after a certain array of events combined with his mental state in skyrim for a while, would make the decision to adopt two kids. human kids. not one immediately after another, but yes, he does it. he is my character and i say he would so he would. great. fine. but, with the personality i’ve mentally built up for ondolemar, ondolemar would not stand that. i don’t think ondolemar is a frothing bigot who’d hate the idea of adopting human children but even that aside, obviously getting a kid, nevermind TWO, is a lot.. i just have a hard time believing he’d be the type to agree to adopting two whole ass kids even if estryon wished. and estryon wouldn’t wish, at least in so little time. estryon still adopts lucia and sofie respectively. but-- i’m changing when he does in my “timelien”. this all will also change when i settle on a time that ondolemar and estryon do actually get together in an actual damn relationship, but estryon does have sofie by that time and before that. he adopts her well into the skyrim main questline, assuming that that questline would realistically last months. the chain of events and thought processes that lead estryon to full-on taking a nord orphan in windhelm under his wing is the embodiment of “it’s a long story”. my first thought as to where estryon kept sofie when he was away was in dragonsreach-- a demand met with SOME protesting from those already residing but estryon has his ways of convincing, which includes both glared AND literal daggers. ha, ha. anyways, ondolemar eventually gets with estryon. he does not find out about sofie until a startling amount of time into the relationship which causes a reasonable amount of early difficulty. a few years past. they have a nice manor. dragonborn happens, a couple years after dawnguard. estryon is so fucking done with skyrim and being the stupid thane of stupid fucking whiterun but it eventually hits him that lucia is still an orphan in whiterun and had been the entire time, by then around 13 or so, and he feels bad-- but doesn’t wish to adopt her at that point. he did adopt sofie, but that was rather impulsive and at a weak mental point for him, plus he’s not the biggest fan of children. considering he is thane of whiterun however, he tries to remotely do something involving his city for once in his damn life and takes it upon himself to try and find someone in the stupid fucking dusty city that would take the kid in. no one. long story short, he then adopts her. great. sorry for the long tirade but i just wanted to put that all down for the first time. but yes. that’s... hopefully a bit more elaborated on now. because it too confused me how two ex-thalmor would end up goddamn adopting TWO human children in the span of a few years.

that’s it