#my job has temporarily consumed all my mind and time

[trashsfanficgarden]

What were the reactions of the children when they found out how their parents met? Eve was practically created from Adam's rib. Does that make her, his clone ?

I know there are people who like to write about Adam and Eve as clones or blood related, and there's nothing wrong with that! It's bible accurate, but for personal taste I try to avoid writing incestuous relationships as much as possible, but I'm not closed to reading the different interpretations that others create.

In my AU Adam and Eve initially avoided talking about Eden more than necessary. They both have a lot of conflicting feelings about everything that happened there and they didn't have the maturity to face it, so they only mentioned it quickly and without many details when their children asked, usually questions like why there weren't other humans and where they came from.

They also didn't mention of Lilith, Lucifer or the apple incident, Eve out of shame and Adam for wanting to protect her and Cain, but that only made the story full of holes and incoherent for their children, and that is why Abel didn't believe Angels were real and took it more as a bedtime story that his parents made up to appease them.

And that definitely came back to bite them later.

Adam didn't tell the story of Lucifer and the apple to Aclima, Azura, and Seth until many years later, and he only revealed the existence of Lilith to Azura.

The reactions of the children were not very mixed. Aclima already resented her mother and was smart enough to put two and two together about Cain's origin, which only worsened her opinion of them.

Azura took the revelation as confirmation that it was better to keep her own children away from anything related to Angels, while Seth became even more afraid of them.

Each of them ultimately created a kind of proto-religion for their respective families and shaped how the story of Adam and Eve was passed down through the generations.

[mephistos-executioners]

The Devil's Housecat (Felicus daemonious) is a species living on the 1st, 2nd and 3rd layer of Satan's Eye (formerly, the planet Earth.) They are an evolved form of the Felis genus. They've become and intellectual species, creating societies and jobs within their populations. They are defined by having; 1. A minimum of four quadrupedal limbs. 1a. A minimum of two of these limbs must be feline. 1b. All feline limbs must have retractable claws. 2. A minimum of two ears (though they may not be feline). 3. A minimum of two eyes. 4. A carnivorous nature, if they consume the flesh of other organisms. 5. The ability to purr. There are three different ways housecats obtain energy. 1. "Consumption" -> Gaining energy by consuming the flesh of other organisms. 2. "Synthesis" -> Gaining energy through photosynthesis through the skin or body part(s). 3. "Absorption" -> Gaining energy through absorption of other organisms matter by use of an appendage. Housecat size ranges greatly. A housecat can be anywhere between 81-685 cm (2'8-22'5 feet) in height, measured to the shoulder. ------- On the 1st layer, the largest and oldest official group of Devil's Housecat are called Mephisto's Executioners. They have existed since 1772, formed by Mephisto himself. This group originated as a way to imprison and profit off of less-advanced housecats. He did this to expand his territory and support himself using their skills. After Mephisto's disappearance and his era's end, the group became more refined and put a collection of rules in place that could not be changed. Executioner Law

1: Thou shall not bring slavery into law, nor exploit feeble-minded Housecats for personal gain. 2: The peoples may challenge their superiors if they are deemed inept.  3: Thou shall not deny the wishes of a Housecat seeking refuge. 4: If threatened, thou and the peoples may defend themselves.  5: The Executioners may never fall, even if it falls upon the shoulders of a worm to uphold the Housecat’s existence. The group lives on the west coast of the Lake of Fire. They house themselves in an abandoned Fire-breathing parasite wasp (Ignispiratio parasitus) nest– ie, the charred & mummified remains of a super-mammoth (height over 100 ft) unidentified mammal. Due to the mummification, this exact species has not been able to be identified. There are two main entrances, with the rest of their home existing within the beast's eaten-out organs and circulatory system. They call their home Ignis’ Domain. There are a collection of other dens located around their territory, called Ignis’ Dens, if a housecat needs to house themselves temporarily and cannot reach the domain. Their hierarchical system has evolved and changed numerous times throughout the years since Mephisto's reign. There are no laws against leaders changing this system, or adding, removing or changing laws (excluding the Executioner Law).

------ hello ! i am arthur (he/it/she). the devil's housecat is something i made up on a whim so that i could draw some monster-esc designs. i made this blog so that i could document the designs/characters/work i've done for the species !!!! yahoo !!! my main blog is @exocynraku

[askagamedev]

Hello. Do you think having a game programming YouTube channel can be useful as a portfolio? Like recreating game mechanics from existing games or creating new ones, and explaining my thoughts and decisions through the videos. Similar to Artstation for artists, but in this case for programming.

I do like the idea of having an online portfolio where a candidate can showcase their skills, but I am not sure that a youtube channel is the ideal platform for it. I can see good gains to be had from doing so, but there are also non-trivial drawbacks. I'll explain what I mean.

First, doing personal game development projects earns top marks. There's no better way to stand out as a candidate than to have experience doing that work already and game development is no exception. Show us that you can do the job by doing similar work. Earning experience as an amateur will translate to leveling up as a professional.

Second, there's definitely a lot of benefit to practicing communication skills which you get from posting for public consumption. My own personal ability to communicate has improved significantly since I began this blog. The regular practice of posting to the blog has honed my skill at taking difficult, technical, and/or complex concepts and conveying them in an intuitive and understandable way. These are extremely helpful skills in a professional setting, especially when communicating with others who are not versed in the technical or design context.

There are also two drawbacks I see here.

The first drawback is in the choice of platform. Video production is extremely time-consuming - at the very least you will need to record the needed footage, write and record the commentary, add any needed visual bits (e.g. intro, outro, key art, transitions, etc.) and (most time-consuming of all) edit each video together. Most of these skills are not directly transferable to game development and are the primary reason I decided against going the Youtube route for myself.

The second drawback is in the public-facing nature of posting your work. If you get hired by a game company, you will become a corporate representative to the players of that company's games 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year. Your personal public posts will likely be read and dissected by the game's fans and used as potential ammunition against your employer. It is not abnormal for public blogs and the like to need shutting down (either temporarily or permanently) once you get hired. It may become a legal liability and that's not something you want to deal with while juggling a full-time job. I avoid this by staying anonymous but it's a double-edged sword - I must also forgo the benefit of having a public portfolio that I can show to potential employers.

That's basically the rundown. There's a lot to be gained from doing personal game dev work and posting it publicly, but you don't need to go all or nothing. There are really good skills you will develop by doing so, but you should absolutely be mindful of the major drawbacks of doing so in a public venue. I would encourage you to consider these issues and find a solution that you think will work best for you.

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[overthinkingtaleblr]

youre doing your part to bring attention to niche taleblr characters that need more love <3

I SURE AM!!!

Thank you so much anon i wanted to answer sooner but i decided to have fun with it— Anyways let me use this as an excuse to show off designs (headshots?) for some characters I consider pretty niche that I’ve done a lot of stuff with— Maloney and Maxwell are only here for comparison, they’re actually pretty utilized characters. So. Some details (these will include my headcanons) below the cut—

~ Details and HCs ~

- Poppy Soup, granddaughter of Chakalata Soup and close friend of Sally Acachalla, only 1/4th-ghost and is basically a living person outside of not needing to breathe and an immunity to some things— including fire and radiation.

- Goober, friend of Poppy’s, employee of Chakalata’s, sibling of Katrina and J.Roast— worked for Chakalata in life and died at an incident at Chakalata’s restaurant, his death was basically the last straw for OG PIE’s patience for the ghost chef. Only about 19 when he died

- Ronnie Boast, Early PIE member and the youngest on the team— managed to last a little while with just him, Ghost, and Toast before suddenly going missing. Ghost and Toast assumed the ghost hunting got to him, but he was actually abducted by Prince Fang, who he managed to piss off. He’s a dragon now and is honestly just as confused as everyone else

- Johnny Roast, Early PIE member and brother of Katrina, because Kat and Ghost would do stupid things together, Roast heavily believes he was with her when she died and is keeping it secret because he played some part in it. He’s mostly just mad in general and lashing out at anyone he can justify… he just really needs therapy.

- Gregory.Gregory, father of James Maloney, but not Sam… also an alien. Separated from Maloney when he was too young to remember and has been trying to reunite with him for ages. Skilled with devices, bad with people.

- James Maloney, borderline a main character, there’s a whole arc where he’s temporarily dead after sacrificing his life to prevent the world from ending. Sally’s cousin!

- Sam Maloney, James’s younger brother through adoption and employee to Darth Calculus. Unlike many people in his employ, Sam recognizes there is something severely wrong with DC and is actively working against him. Has a son!

- Princeton Quagmire, ex-fiancée of Kermit (Acachalla?) and “arch nemeses”/former member of the Acachalla gang, also allegedly a time traveller. Honestly, you’d think a time traveller would do a better job at not working with a future mass murderer, but no one said he was smart I suppose. Canonically possibly has a daughter he doesn’t know about.

- Jose x4, boyfriend? Husband? Of Papa Acachalla from almost 200 years ago, very dead. He sees his dead as being the fault of Papa and is actively working to spite him, a true vengeful spirit.

- Maxwell Acachalla, borderline a main character, constantly haunting the Acachallas— in my canon, Maxwell is not a vengeful spirit, and he doesn’t actually know why he’s still around and not in some afterlife. Been just saying things for so long he’s actually started believing himself.

- Jeremy Acachalla, Papa Acachalla’s older brother, if you’ve seen Everything Everywhere All at Once, what happened to him is basically that but worse and harder to deal with. Either way, he previously had a dangerous responsibility, failed, and is facing the consequences of that.

- Kermit “the Claw”, cousin to Papa and Maxwell, in my canon he was a previous victim to Jimmy Casket who wasn’t as lucky as ghost as to have times where he had complete control of his body and mind. Originally a survivalist without much mind toward theft outside of necessity, he slowly became consumed by bloodlust (bc Casket) to the point where he no longer distinguished friend from foe and starting attacking innocents. Currently very dead.

I tried to hint things with the eyes— people who are normal have pupils, people who are in some way undead but not fully a ghost have irises but no pupil, Maloney and Gregory have fully black irises bc birds, and something else (like cracks perhaps) represent like. Basically, they’re a ghost and something is wrong. They’ve been cursed, they’re losing themselves, yadda yadda something like that. Princeton is an exception here bc i forgot what i was doing haha…

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[thinkingandoverthinking]

Window Shoppers guilt

Today I went to an art book store in Culver City to look through some of the photography books. After aimlessly browsing through the shelves, I remembered a photo book that was of interest to me: How to dance the Waltz by Michal Chelbin. I asked the clerk at the front desk if it was available, and he directed me to the shelf where it stood. I flipped through it and snapped some photos of the photographs that I liked, but ultimately decided that the contents of this book were not worth the price. I returned it to its’ original location and headed out.

On my way out, the clerk stopped me to ask about the book. I told him I might come back for it at another time, and he reassured me with a response similar to “ah ok just asking.” Yet, as I walked to my car, the feeling of guilt crept up; my mind was inundated with feelings of judgment from the clerk and pounded with the question: why did I ask for a specific book only to end up not buying it? I had broken an unspoken social rule in this interaction. Typically, if you’re looking for a specific item, nine times out of ten, you intend to buy that item. The clerk asking me about my intentions to purchase the book was him merely following his script. So Why did I take this interaction so personally? In a way, I felt like I had to pay for his services somehow. In a past session, about a similar sales interaction, my therapist labeled this as soliciting. The clerks’ services needed to be compensated and If it wasn’t cash, I would pay him in guilt—of course this varies on whether you’re an anxious person or not. Also, depending on your physical identity and the social stereotypes that come with that, that is added to your bill. For example, a minority who walks into an expensive clothing store has to fight against the social stereotypes attributed to their physical identity. Stereotypically, due to past and current systematic racist laws, many poc groups are stereotyped to be not financially successful relative to white people and therefore typically not the target consumer for most expensive brands. There’s countless of research on employee biases towards people of color and how many are disproportionately policed in stores compared to their white counterparts. By asking me, the clerk had nothing to lose and everything to gain. He received an answer from me, and I walked out carrying the uncertainties of the intentions of his question. Did he ask me that to pressure me to buy the book—was he soliciting as my therapist called it. Did that question come with some judgment and perhaps unconscious biases? Or was I overthinking and he was simply doing his job? The answer is uncertain and perhaps to a non-over thinker, it’s not worth crying over, but my mind won’t rest. I drove home running through all the possible explanations of his question. My annoyance at the traffic temporarily distracted my mind from that. I completed some work for my day job, walked to a nearby book store and browsed through some books, and here I am at the gym writing this, wondering. It’s only a matter of time and words when my mind will eventually stop beating this dead horse.

[americxn]

Can I request Smut headcanons where reader is a detective and tries to seduce JPM to get information, but she el punished for being nosy.

Marked (JPM x GN!Reader)

alternative (more exciting) fic:

these aren’t really headcanons but we move

also, @undeadcortez very recently posted a fic titled deadly consequences that I would 1000% recommend reading as a general fic rec, but I also just wanted to mention it because I feel like I kinda followed a smiliar mood so please go read it!

warnings: hickeys, spanking, not full smut but still NSFW  wordcount: 2.4k

James knew your game from the moment you first set foot in his hotel, your feigned innocence providing him with endless amusement. Under the guise of a temporarily homeless student needing a place to stay whilst your downtown apartment underwent lengthy renovations, you had booked a room on the fifth floor of the Cortez for seven weeks; of course this was all fabricated: you were an established detective, having graduated from college five years earlier and having been assigned a job looking into the recent disappearances at the Hotel Cortez. The disappearances were perplexing, even to you; five people had gone missing over the span of a month, their bodies undetectable. And hotel owner, James Patrick March, was at the top of your list of suspicions. 

However, one month into your secret investigation had gotten you pretty much nowhere; James, a very private man, had only granted you with two meetings in the hotel’s bar, appearing for no more than ten minutes before excusing himself, leaving you with the barmaid, Liz. This, although incredibly disheartening, was perhaps the only thing that got you to the point that you were currently at now: working up the courage to knock on the door to James’ room for the date that Liz had set you and James up on.

Your nerves were overwhelming, the mounting anxiety that you would fuck this up and lose James’ recently ignited interest in you plaguing your mind as you rapped your knuckles on the hard wood of the door, your breath catching as it swung open almost immediately. You pushed down the flutters of pleasant delight that joined the nervous butterflies filling your stomach at the sight of him, glorious in his usual finery, a smile of genuine pleasure at your appearance growing on his pale face. Leading you inside with a warm greeting, he directed you to your seat at the long dining table in the centre of the room, his personal maid, Hazel Evers, nowhere to be seen. You keep your grimace hidden as you beheld the plate of steaming food already placed before your seat, your nerves reluctant to allow you to eat.

The dim light of the candles cast soft shadows across James’ face, the pale planes of his defined facial structure falling into shadow as you dined together, your glass of wine never empty as he took it upon himself to refill it for you, again and again. He provided pleasant company, and beneath your mask of growing romantic attraction with the man, you were secretly tucking every piece of personal information he offered you, which was limited, into a back pocket of your mind. 

Hours passed, your eyes growing heavy from the copious amounts of wine you had consumed; you silently cursed yourself as a light film of alcohol induced bliss settled over, fogging your mind and softening the usually blunt edges of your conscious. 

You weren’t sure how it happened, but when James offered you a cigarette, you stood from your seat, seizing the opportunity and slinking over to him, plucking the one he was smoking from between his lips, pushing away his empty plate and perching on the edge of the table in front of him. His eyes glowed with a newfound hunger as you gazed down at him, taking a deep drag of his cigarette before passing it back to him. Lifting your legs up, you rested your feet on the edge of his chair at either side of his thighs, your breath hitching when his cool fingers settled around your ankles, encircling them in a light hold. 

Your feigned confidence manifested in a small smirk curving your lips in response to the eager glint in his dark eyes as you leant in slightly, cocking your head before asking a potentially dangerous question: “How do you feel about all those recent disappearances in the news? Has it affected business at all?”

James surveyed you carefully, the room falling silent as you waited for his answer, heart thundering. “I was wondering when you’d ask.” Was all he said, his lithe fingers tightening their grip on your ankles, pulling you off the edge of the table with a strong tug. You fell onto his lap with a gasp, James’ hands moving from your ankles to your lower back, holding you to him. You mulled over his words, trying to sort through all the possible hidden meanings that his tone, thoughtful and dark, presented. His body heat leeched into you with your close proximity, his eyes gleaming with something you couldn’t place as he brought his face closer to yours. “That’s what you’re here for, isn’t it?” 

His lowly spoken words drew your heart to a sudden halt, the muscles in your thighs braced on either side of James’ legs tensing up. He seemed to track the small changes in your body, his breath soaked with the smell of cigarette smoke and whiskey as his smile turned positively predatory. 

“You can report me as being the culprit, but I can promise that it’ll do no good.” You drew away from him, your back arching as you tried to pull away, his hold on your back unwavering, not allowing you to move so much as an inch. “You knew?” You ventured reluctantly, a sense of dread settling over you as his tone fell utterly calm, his eyes never leaving yours as he reached up, running the knuckle of a cold finger down the side of your warm face. He offered a hum of confirmation, his finger trailing along your jaw and to your chin, forcing your head to lift slightly. “You were playing with me.” You concluded aloud, your voice unsteady as the fearful realisation settled over you. “Of course I was. I was made aware of your prying intentions from the moment that you stepped foot into my hotel.”

“I’m sorry.” You breathed in an immediate response, still trying in vain to break away from his close hold. “I’ll leave and just say that I didn’t find anything, I’m not -” you were silenced when James moved his hands to your upper thighs, pulling you roughly to him and bringing his face uncomfortably close to yours. “Are you really so bad of a detective that you resorted to attempting to seduce me for information?” His voice was close to a sneered growl, his hot breath fanning over your face as he spoke. At your injured silence, his words highlighting some unrecognised truth within you, he tutted, pushing you off his lap and abruptly standing, taking ahold of your wrists and forcing you across the room and through the open doorway into his bedroom. 

James was meticulous in extracting his punishment, ripping the clothes off your body whilst you merely stood there, staring at him, transfixed and not at all reluctant to do as he ordered as he pushed your newly naked body on his bed. The smell of him clinging to the deep scarlet sheets was intoxicating and you lie there, gazing up at him. He scolded you when you tried to cover your modesty, reaching down to pry your hands away from your body, positioning them over your head and ordering you to keep them there.

“You’re sinful.” He whispered roughly and you nodded, agreeing with his comment with renewed desperation. “Keep your arms above your head.” You blinked at him, but did as he asked. Satisfied with your obedience, James took ahold of your legs, pulling you roughly to the edge of the bed, positioning your feet against the floor on either side of his body as he lowered his head to the base of your throat, his hair brushing pleasantly against your collarbones. His lips were soft and warm as he pressed several kisses to your skin, drawing a trail up the column of your throat to your chin. You followed his movements by tipping your head back slightly further with each kiss as he progressed up your neck, allowing him better access and silently inviting him to use his teeth to mark you.

As soon as his lips had completed their journey to your jaw, skimming against the bottom of your chin, he pulled away, denying you the full kiss to your lips that you craved. He kept eye contact with you as he moved down your body slightly, his lips latching onto your ribs and proceeding to give them the same treatment that he had just forced your neck to endure. This time, he allowed his teeth to graze against your skin as he travelled from one side of your torso to the other, goosebumps forming in his wake, chasing after his touch.

You couldn’t help but groan when he pressed his nose to the space just beneath your breasts, his hot tongue finally coming into contact with your skin as he kitten licked his way up to chest. From above him, your own eyes were clenched shut, your mouth slightly parted as you forced yourself to keep your hands above your head. All you wanted to do was weave your fingertips into the dark strands of his hair but you knew that in doing so, you risked upsetting James and cutting this intimate exchange short. Using his tongue, he softly traced the area of skin where your ribs sloped down to meet your torso, tracing and licking back and forth.

James continued his thorough exploration of your body, skimming his warm lips along your abdomen, past your bellybutton and to one of your hips. You hissed softly when he bit down on your skin, simultaneously latching his lips onto you and sucking harshly. He moved back and forth between your hips, painting them in turn with blotchy, deep red marks, the sensation becoming slightly more painful as his brutal onslaught on your skin continued. His bites and kisses become increasingly more intense, his teeth closing tighter around your skin with each nip, eventually becoming hard enough to draw blood, leaving you squirming and whimpering beneath him. 

You were temporarily relieved when James pulled away, straightening and gazing across the marked planes of your trembling body with cruel excitement. That relief was short lived, however, when he took ahold of your torso, his strength unfathomable as he flipped you over with ease, placing his hands on your hips and pulling your ass up into the air, your knees scrambling to gain purchase on the edge of the bed, your back beginning to ache immediately with the strain of maintaining the compromising form he roughly positioned you into. The sheets were warmed by your own body heat against your cheek as you turned your head to the side, glancing behind you to see James taking in the view you presented him with, his dark eyes ravenous. 

“What are you doing?” You squeaked, your trepidation growing when James rubbed a warm palm across the curve of your bare ass fully displayed to him. “What? Did you think that this would be fun for you?” He crooned, allowing his nails to drag painfully across your sensitive skin. You winced, turning your head and burying it into the sheets as you braced yourself for what was sure to come next. “You look so much prettier with my marks all over his skin.” He mused quietly, the words causing you to shiver in anticipation as you awaited the harsh impact of his palm that he was sure to land on your feverish skin. When it came, you still shrieked, the force that he used unexpectedly brutal, the crack of his hand against your skin echoing around the large room.

He gave you no time to recover, instead landing another, equally hard slap to the other side of your ass, establishing a cruel routine of alternating between cheeks, each hit more jarring as he worked to increase the sensitivity of your skin, causing a light burn to spread across the entirety of your ass, tears pricking at your clenched shut eyes, squeezing out from behind your lids and soaking into James’ sheets beneath you; he had one hand hooked under you, placed flat against your abdomen to prevent your ass from shying away from the palm of his hand, his rings a cold impact against your soft skin, only emphasising the pain and leaving you a trembling, sobbing mess before him, waves of nausea rolling through you as James inflicted his punishment on you, any arousal that his lips had built dissipating more and more with each collision of his palm on your smouldering skin, the noises he drew from you utterly satisfying to you ears. 

With his brutal onslaught of your ass completed, James leant in licking a wet stripe from the top of your thigh, up your scorching skin to the plateau of your lower back, landing one final hit on one cheek whilst attaching his teeth to the other, sucking a deep purple mark onto your already brutalised skin. 

You collapsed onto your side as he pulled away, admiring his handiwork, your ass glowing with welts from where his rings had hit, pulling small raised marks up onto your burning skin. You watched as he stooped, gathering up all your clothes and bundling them under one arm, making a show of tucking your underwear into his breast pocket with a flourish before stepping away from you. He reached into the pocket of your jeans, locating your key card for your room on the fifth floor and chucking it onto the bed beside you.

“You can find your own back to your room. I’ll be expecting your next visitations to collect these.” He explained wickedly, gesturing to your clothes in his hold, throwing a self-satisfied smirk your way before turning on his heel and exiting the room. You stared after him in disbelief before shooting up, calling his name as he disappeared into the other room.

By the time you had stumbled after him, every inch of your body aching following his rough assault on your body, he was gone. It took you at least twenty minutes to work up the courage to leave the room, racing through the halls to get to your floor, the cool air of the hotel soothing your minor injuries as you barrelled barefoot down hallway after hallway, deciding to take the stairs. Thankfully, the late hour meant that the corridors were blessedly empty and no one was around to worsen your humiliation, much to James’ disappointment, who silently trailed you back to your room, the echo of your hotel door slamming and the following click of the lock making him chuckle. 

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[thebadbatch]

Hello! Love your writing! ❤️ It's so sweet! Especially the bullied one, so many loving feels!

I was wondering if you would write something where the reader is temporarily blinded or seeing spots and Tech has to help them get out of harms way?

Lol blinded myself with a lightbulb today, felt appropriate 😂

A/N: I literally loved writing this so much I got so soft at the end! Thank you so much for this request! The joy I felt once it was finished was amazing. I really hope you like it!

Tech x Gn! Reader

Plot: During a mission with Tech you get blinded by a blast. The situation is difficult but you'll both get through it.

Warnings: Temporary blindness, violence and light description of injury.

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Hear me

Crouching behind Tech, you began to adjust your blaster before taking out any oncoming enemies that threatened you and Tech. He was currently typing into a control panel attempting to hack into the systems to get the door open which in all honesty seemed like a simple task, but there seemed to be a few complications. 

"How much longer do you need?" You asked, panting a little being completely out of breath from all of the running around and shooting. You two always got yourselves into these situations and yet it still come as a shock to both of you. He huffed a little, fiddling with a few loose wires that you swore weren't present beforehand. Those wires sparked which made him curse lightly under his breath in response.

"Kriff! I'm not sure, just keep holding them off y/n." He paused for a moment, typing into his datapad rather quickly, "I'm almost done." Nodding softly you walked forward between the caves walls, the light of the sun illuminating your current enimes which made things much easier for you despite being cornered within a dusty and untrustworthy looking cave.

 Continuing to shoot your blasters and taking out the closer enemies, you noticed a grenade trailing beneath your feet and blinking rapidly with a light beep that Sent waves of terror shooting throughout Your body.

"Move!" You yelled just as Tech finally managed to open the door and turned to face you unknowing to the bomb until the last possible second. Your body threw itself against his own to shield him from the blast, both of you being blown into the next room violently. Tech shut the doors with his datapad giving you both the safety you worked so hard for.

"Y/n!" His voice shouted, moving over to where the blast had thrown your body. Your eyes were shut, blood running down your cheeks from the debris that had cut into your face. Panic overtook his body as he laid your head  upon his lap, hands shaking as he reached into your emergency medipack to grab some bacta plasters and wipes. "It's alright, I'm here." Once the cool texture began to soothe your skin, your eyes opened slowly only to see nothing. Everything was dark apart from some disorientated blobs, one of which you assumed was Tech. Fear consumed your body as you held onto him, breathing becoming rapid and frantic.

"Tech, I cant see." His eyes met yours as your hand grabbed onto him for the knowledge that he was with you and holding you against him. 

"The grenade, it's caused some temporary blindness, you'll be okay but we need to get out of here." His words seemed to be tailored to soothing himself as he gazed at you, panic on his face which was unfortunately something you couldn't see. "Can you hear me okay, cyar'ika?" Tech held you in his arms as he stood before gently placing you on your feet.

"Y-Yeah, I can hear you." He nodded and grabbed the rest of his items that were scattered around the room and activated his comm system.

"We need a pick up - stat. Y/n is injured and there's no sight of our target. I'm certain it was a trap. Come around the back of the cave system the front is blocked." Once he sent the correct coordinates his arms wrapped around you, picking you up and holding you against his chest. "Listen to me, y/n - we're going to get out of here just hold onto me." Shutting your eyes against him, you allowed the sound of his voice to calm you as he ran through the twists and turns of the caves before finally reaching the light. "You can't be exposed to bright lights right now, mesh'la - here..." Without another word he removed his own helmet and placed it upon you, activating a certain mode that darkened everything which was a rapid relief to your head.

"Tech you need this…" He shook his head using his free arm to Shelter any remaining sharp light from your eyes,

"I can do without for now, but I can't do without you." Running across the open terrain, a sigh of relief was felt once the familiar hum of the Havoc Marauder filled the air - landing with Echo at the entrance, helping Tech up and ensuring you were safe in his arms. Once you were both in the ship safely, it took off with the others rushing in the room to help.

"What happened?" Hunter asked, face full of concern as he gazed at your fragile form in Tech's arms with his helmet on. You smiled a little against Tech, clinging on to him and knowing you were safe now.

"There was a grenade and I couldn't move out of the way in time so I've lost my sight. but it's only temporary!" With your words, you felt like there was a shift in atmosphere, unknowing to Tech's pained expression. 

"They saved my life, they pushed me away." Gently patting his armour you shook your head,

" No Tech, you saved both our lives- if you didn't get that door open then we'd both be dead. Thank you for saving me." A gentle smile grew on your lips as Tech's thumb rubbed across your cheek, ensuring he avoided the broken skin from earlier. The others smiled lightly, laying a hand upon his shoulder.

"Good job you two, now go and get some rest." Yawns left your body as Tech moved away and into the bedding areas, laying you within his bunk after removing his helmet from you. Once he was in his blacks, he laid beside you with his hand upon your back.

"Your sight should return by morning, y/n." Snuggling into his warmth you nodded and began to feel sleep tug at your mind. "I'll be the first thing you see when you wake up." You chuckled at his small fact, playfully rolling your eyes - a common reaction with him around, sight or not.

"I can't wait to see your smile in the morning, you know… It makes me happy." Your words had turned into light mumbles as you finally fell asleep against him and the soft blankets that covered you. Though you had forgotten your words from last night, once you opened your eyes he gave you the biggest most beautiful smile ever after gaining your sight back, and he continued to do so every single morning. He'd do anything to see you happy, so if it was a smile you wanted? You'd have it.

[weelittleweasley]

will you still love me tomorrow? (b.w.)

prompt: saying goodbye to bill was like saying goodbye to your whole world. but before he leaves for egypt, there is one last thing you need to ask him.

pairing: bill weasley x fem! reader

warnings: 18+ sexual content minors do not interact, fingering, female receiving oral, unprotected sex, language, soft smut

word count: 3.1k

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The sounds of the shower filled the room as you stood underneath the hot water, letting the water hit your hair and cascade down your body as you lazily dragged the bar of soap over your skin. The steam of the shower fogged your vision like your thoughts fogged your mind. You were too consumed with them to be focusing on your shower routine. You didn’t know how long you had been standing under the hot water, too occupied with your own qualms and curiosities. But however long it was, it was enough to make your fingers shrivel up with wrinkles.

With a sigh, you turn off the water and immediately regret the decision, the cold air hitting your body as you peel back the shower curtain. Goosebumps erupt all over your skin as you grab the towel that rests of the bathroom counter, wrapping it tightly around your body with shivering teeth. You step out of the shower and look at yourself in the mirror, saturated with water as the fluffy gray towel clings onto your wet skin. Your eyes are clouded with too many emotions to find just one to describe them. 

Another ten minutes in the bathroom and your hair is dry and comfortable pajamas replace the gray towel. You brush fingers through your hair with a sigh before opening the door and starting to walk down the hallway of the Burrow, dragging your feet as you walk. Normally, this was your favorite part of the day. Walking down the hall to cuddle up next to Bill as the two of you debriefed the day and talked about the next day or the future. Daydreaming with Bill was the best part of the day. But much to your dismay, this would be the last time for a while.

Slowly, you pushed the door open to Bill’s room to find him laying on his bed, sprawled out, as his luggage laid next him. He just stared at the clothes that were sprawled out around him, not knowing what to pack to an adventure such as this one. Even though Bill talked about how stressed he was for the journey, there was always a smile on his lips and wonder in his eyes when he spoke of going to Egypt for his job. Bill loved what he did and it was quite evident that this was dream job. Who were you to stand in the way of the dream?

“Don’t forget to pack socks,” you tease him as he looks up at you, standing in the door frame, smiling softly at him. Bill lets out a light chuckle before you step farther into the room, closing the door behind you as you press your back against it. “I can’t believe you’re leaving tomorrow,” you breathe out, trying not to sound too sad.

But you fail and Bill gives you a sad smile, flopping his long legs over the bed, so he sits facing you. He pats his lap with one hand, signaling for you to come to him. The small gesture makes your heart skip a beat before you walk over to him, standing between his legs, his hands finding your hips, giving them a gentle squeeze as you look down at him, placing a kiss on his forehead. Bill pulls you closer to him as you straddle his lap, now at eye level with him, staring into his deep eyes. “My darling,” he sighs as you cup his face with both of your hands, memorizing every inch of his handsome face. It would be a while before you saw it again. “We’re going to make this work. I swear on it,” he whispers to you as if he didn’t want anyone to hear your conversation even though you were in the privacy of his bedroom. “I’ll come back to England every once in a while and you can always visit me. Plus...my offer still stands...” he trails off, giving you a look as you sigh.

Bill had originally proposed that you move to Egypt with him. He insisted that you could find a job there and you two could live without miles and miles of distance between you two. The thought was exciting, you had to admit. Moving to a completely different country, different continent at that, and starting a new life with Bill. It was a dream. But the thought of leaving your family and friends behind made your stomach do a flip. Not to mention, you already had your dream job here in London. Leaving all of that behind just seemed like too much. It was a difficult decision, but it was one you knew you had to make. “You know I can’t,” you sigh as Bill shakes his head, knowing that he knew that answer already. “There won’t be a day that goes by where I won’t miss you,” you admit to him as he gives you a sad smile before kissing your lips softly as if they were made of glass. Bill was so gentle with you; as if he moved too quickly or touched you too hard, you would shatter under his touch. You would miss that dearly.

“There won’t be a minute that goes by where I won’t miss you,” Bill tops you as you smile. He lays back on the bed as you scoot over next to him, resting your head on your hand, so you can watch his face as he speaks. As he speaks of what he has let to pack, you can’t help but tune out his words and focus on the way his face looks in this moment. Bill Weasley would be the death of you with those eyes that spoke a thousand words. The light of love rested in his eyes as he spoke to you, brushing your cheek with the back of his hand. “What are you thinking about?” he speaks before placing a kiss on your chin. You place another kiss on his lips as he smiles before kissing you again. You’d take every touch you could get. 

You were excited for Bill, starting this new chapter of his life, but for selfish reasons, you didn’t want him to go. Besides, the fact that the love of your life would be miles away, you feared that he would find someone else. That this new chapter of his life meant new love. Bill notices the look of worry in your eyes as he cups your cheek in his hand, pulling your face closer to his, foreheads pressed against to each other. His eyes stare into yours, compelling you to come clean with him. “Will you still love me tomorrow?” you ask him with complete sincerity in your voice. 

When the words fall off your parted lips, Bill is in shock. His brows furrow, creating creases in his face that scream with confusion. What kind of question was that? Bill sits up straight now, giving you his complete and undivided attention. “What do you mean? I will love you tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow and all the days after,” he tells you with every inch of honesty he can pull from each cell of his body. He couldn’t be more serious with every word he spoke to you. However, the worry doesn’t falter out of your body. Bill sighs, “Love, this is going to be hard for the both of us, but I need you to know that you’re the only one. Now and forever.”

Sitting up to face Bill, you take his hands in yours, feeling how his fingers were calloused and harsh underneath your soft skin. A sensation you grew to love. You press your palms together, pushing your fingers against his with a deep inhalation. “I’d like to know that your love is love I can be sure of,” you speak softly before peering at Bill, your heart thumping against your chest as he gives you a soft smile. The look in his eyes was enough to answer your question, but you still waited for an answer. “So tell me now, and I won’t ask again. Will you still love me tomorrow?” you repeat.

Bill scoots closer to you and with a happy smile on his lips, sighs out a light chuckle. There was a certain magic in his sigh that made you want to believe every word that fell from his lips. “(Y/N),” he breathes. “This love...the love I have for you...is a lasting treasure. Not for a moment does it dwindle,” he shakes his head as you smile, chest alleviated from worries. “And I don’t need to keep telling you that because I know you know that I would go to the ends of the Earth to make you happy,” he tells you, kissing the tip of your nose. “So, short answer, yes. I will.”

You giggle at his answer and wrap your arms around his neck. Bill chuckles before pressing your lips together, kissing you slowly, enough to make you feel faint and weak in the knees. If you weren’t already sitting, you would have fallen. Bill’s kiss is tender and sweet, but tonight was your last night for months. Tonight, you wanted to be memorable. Pulling away gently, you mumble against his lips, “Bill?” He hums in response before kissing you agains, this time deeper, his hands sliding around your waist, pulling you in closer. You moan into his kiss, melting into his touch. There was no need to continue talking. The both of you knew exactly what you wanted and Bill was about to make your wish his command.

Slowly, Bill pushes you down against the mattress, lips not daring to leave yours as you wrap your legs around his torso, pushing him close to you. Bill slips his tongue past your parted lips, massaging his tongue softly and slowly against yours as you tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling softly which causes him to groan deeply against your lips. His response makes the wetness between your thighs grow as you buck them up to brush his covered pelvis. Bill grinds his hips down into yours as you moan softly, feeling his hardened erection in his boxers. 

Temporarily breaking the kiss, Bill wandless-ly casts a silencing spell on the door as it locks itself. He looks down at you, brushing your cheek with his thumb as your eyes grow darker with lust. The sight of you underneath Bill’s body was enough for him to fall in love all over again. “Tonight you’re mine completely,” he speaks lowly before peeling the shirt off of your body to expose your bare chest. His lips meet yours again before they trail down your neck, down your chest, and down your stomach as you breathe deeply, closing your eyes at the sensation of soft kisses. Bill watches as you flutter your eyes closes, relishing in the feeling of his lips on your skin. He pulls his shirt over his head, leaving him in his boxers before he peels your pajama shorts off. “I want all of you. All the time. Every minute. Of every day,” he speaks in between kisses that he places all over your thighs, torso, and chest as you softly moan, biting down on your lip. 

His hands takes both of your breasts, massaging them gently before he attaches his lips to where your neck meets your jawline. He sucks gently, sure to leave a dark purple bruise there the next day. Bill wanted to make sure that even after he was gone, you knew that you belonged to him. “Bill,” you breathe out, tangling your fingers in his hair and one of his hands brushed against your stomach, slithering down between your thighs, separating them.

He takes one finger and gently slides it between your folds as you gasp lightly, making him chuckle deep in his chest which only makes you want him more than before. Without further hesitation, Bill pushes his two fingers inside your wet pussy as you close your eyes and roll your head back. Slowly, he starts to pump his fingers in and out of you, him watching you the entire time as you bite down on your lip and dig your nails into his biceps. He curls his fingers inside you as you arch your back at the feeling with a string of profanities following. “My princess has a dirty little mouth,” he whispers, pumping his fingers in and out of you faster as you whimper underneath him. “Let’s hear it again, shall we?” he teases before he ducks his head down between your thighs and attaching his perfect lips to your clit, sucking down on the sensitive bud.

“Fuck, Bill,” you cry out, bucking your hips against his face as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of your aching cunt, mouth sucking on your clit. You look down to his head face buried in your pussy, red hair falling around his face as he hums against your core, making you cry out with pleasure. “Fuck, just like that, fuck,” you moan, pulling his hair as his tongue circles your clit, making you a moaning, writhing mess. 

Bill places both of you legs over his shoulders, pushing his face further down onto your throbbing pussy, licking your clit, fingers curling inside of you, hitting your g-spot as you grab the sheets in fistfuls, reeling with an unbearable amount of euphoria. The sounds you make causing Bill’s erection to become unbearable as he grinds his hips against the mattress to alleviate himself, the friction against his dick making him moan out against your cunt, making you groan out his name. Hearing his name fall from your lips makes Bill fuck you with his fingers harder and faster, sucking harshly on your sensitive nub as you arch your back. “Come all over my face,” he speaks as you feel the familiar sensation in your stomach rise. He continues to relentlessly fuck your pussy with his two fingers, pushing you over the edge as his tongue swirls all over your clit, sending you over the edge and coming all over his mouth and tongue as he laps up your release. 

Your chest is heaving up and down heavily as you catch your breath from your high as Bill smiles down at you before sticking his two fingers in his mouth, licking up your remaining come. The sight of him flushed from eating you out is enough to make you come again, but instead you sit up and pull his boxers down, his erection slapping his stomach as you look up at him. Bill pushes you back down onto the bed, hovering over you as you stare into his eyes, his fulled with desire, but they soften when he looks at your face. He gulps before speaking, “No more talking. It’s just you and me.”

His words make your heart soar as you nod your head before he ducks his head down and kisses you again deeply. You wrap your legs around his torso, spreading your legs open for him as he lines his hard cock against your aching core. He looks into your eyes before pushing himself into your tight pussy, walls clenching around his large member as he moans at the feeling. You inhale sharply, adjusting to his size as your walls clench around his dick. With a short nod, you give him signal to start moving his hips and he obeys, gently rocking his hips in and out of you, rolling against you as you moan out. One of Bill’s hands slides up your sides, up your arm, and laces his fingers with yours, pining it down to the mattress. He buries his face in your neck, placing love bites all over the exposed flesh, cock rocking in and out of you. The sounds of heavy breathing and moans mix in the air as Bill makes love to you, fucking you slowly and slowly, making sure to remember each stroke he makes. Each thrust makes you dig your nails deeper into his back, scratching gently as he groans out. Your heels dig into the small of his back, pushing him in deeper, hitting that all too familiar spot as you moan out his name loudly. 

The sounds of your soft whimpers and moans makes Bill thrust in and out of you faster, the sounds of skin slapping mixing with his jagged breathing. Your walls clench around his dick as he groans out, profanities falling from his lips with the sound of your name, making you throw your head back in euphoria. Only you two could make the other feel like this. Tonight with words unspoken, he tells you that you are the only one. The moment is so intimate, making your head reel with how much you could love someone. 

Bill bites down on your soft flesh, leaving another dark purple bruise as you arch your chest into his as he rocks his hips faster against yours. Your eyes lock on each other, lips parted as moans and heavy breath falls back them. You were close to your second orgasm and you could tell Bill was close to his climax. His thrusts were becoming uneven as you moved your hips against him, which sent you both over the edge. His eyes screwed shut as he groaned out a low fuck before quickly pulling out of you and releasing all over your stomach. You released again, waves of pleasure rushing over your body as you came down from your second high of the night.

The two of you caught your breath before Bill climbed off of you and reached over to grab the towel from his shower earlier, cleaning his come off of your stomach as you laughed gently. No words needed to be spoken as he wiped you up and pulled the sheets over your body. Bill handed you a clean shirt of his as he pulled on his boxers before joining you in the bed, pulling you close to his side as you cuddled into him. Bill pressed one, two kisses to your forehead as you sighed happily into him. Tonight was the perfect last night with Bill and you both knew to enjoy it while it lasted, rather than speak about what tomorrow would bring. You knew your heart would be broken when the night meets the morning sun, but you pushed the thought out of your head. 

“I love you,” he interrupts your thoughts that swirl around your head. “I can’t wait for us to start our lives together.”

You look up at Bill with a soft grin and speak, “I love you more.” Bill kisses your swollen lips softly. The future for you and Bill was uncertain as of now, but one thing was for certain. He was in your future and you were in his. 

[sadbagelvibing]

30.10.22

We spent a month abroad living together. It felt like being in a real relationship for the first time since we started dating. No distance, no cultural obstacles, no drama, none of it. We talked about so many boundaries and problems we had faced in the past and on this trip. This made us grow closer than ever. Prior to this trip, I was convinced I’d call it off by the end of this year, but now everything has changed. We communicate so well. He’s so kind and patient. He welcomes any discussion or concerns I have with open arms and responds with constructive arguments and a compromise. I truly never thought partners this healthy could exist.

We agreed eventually we’d move in together and started roughly planning for that future. For now, our circumstances don’t allow us to actively pursue it. I’m still in grad school, he’s just been given a raise at his job and our familial situations are still complicated to say the least. I’m just glad he loves me as much as I love him and is willing to work through the distance. I’m happy he agrees this is worth it.

I feel so much safer about us. My anxiety got so much better ever since. I still get the occasional insecurity hiccup every now and then.

Yesterday he sent me a video of him biting the arm of one of our friends, something I do to him. It stung a little, but I don’t think it came from a place of jealousy. She has a bf and she’s basically a human cat, very cute and harmless and I love her. I think I was slightly hurt by the fact that this was “our thing” and he was doing it to someone else, jokingly. But in all honesty, this is something so insignificant and minuscule, that I would not be able to communicate well over the phone, so I’m willing to get past it.

The only big issue I’d stay is looming in the back of my mind is p*rn. I previously brought up that conversation before but went back on my stance because I got uncomfortable feeling like I was controlling my partner. But the more I research the more I’m convinced this is a harmful unethical industry and I’m not comfortable with my partner needing to consume so much of it and having an account dedicated for it. But I have no idea how to bring up that conversation again so I’ll hold off on it. The nice part about distance, is it allows you to ignore the things you’d like to ignore. Not fully certainly, but I can temporarily hold it off.

He’s been putting in so much more effort to prioritise me and respect all my boundaries and make sure I’m comfortable. And I’ve gotten a lot better at setting them. He’s always so encouraging and understanding and tries to see things from my perspective, even if he disagrees, and I do the same.

All in all, I think we’re in a much better place than before and I’m finding myself way more hopeful about us than I was before. Don’t get me wrong, I was always hoping for it to work out, but it’s starting to feel less like futile dreams and more of a possibility. I’m letting myself grow excited. I hope I don’t regret this in the future.

Here’s to hoping for the best.

[echo-three-one]

Filthy, filthy reunion smut with Soap- After months of pent up sexual frustration and being away from one another, Soap is finally home and gets to have the time he’s needed with reader ❤️

Hello anon. Wow. This is a wonderful request and I hope my answer is as wonderful than you have ever imagined.

⚠️ NSFW WARNING WITH UNSPEAKABLE ACTIONS ⚠️

Here it goes. I hope you have fun?

No longer frustrated

It has been a year and a half since you last saw your boyfriend. You turned to the photos that hung on your apartment wall showing pictures of the both of you on different places, smiling about how each photo still brought vivid unforgettable memories etched in your brain. You've been with him long enough that you yearned for him everyday he was away. But this was a different case, he usually updates you about stuff on a weekly basis, and the last time you heard from him was about a month ago.

You worried, but you trust him enough that it's just his job not allowing him to communicate to you for the time being. You were proud of the idea that he's out there fighting for the world, fighting for you but sometimes his absence leaves an empty unfilled void in you heart that was always full and fluttering when he's around.

You passed by the sashes labeled King and Queen of Prom, smiling at the idea that he actually dressed well because you told him it was once your childhood dream to become one. He wasn't the kind of guy to actually show off and be the center of attention but he did his best for the both of you to win it. You don't know how he won up against the campus heartthrob but he had his own ways.

You laid down in bed and slowly closed your eyes, remembering the events of that fateful night. How you face lit up when you got crowned along with him, how his hands locked against yours as he clumsily danced around the hall, laughing at how he's bad at it, and that kiss you shared on his father's pick up truck, which was different from the other kisses you shared. It was long, it was filled with passion, and your tongues didn't know what they were doing but they did it anyway.

Then you started to slip your hands through your bra, fingers circled around your slowly hardening nipples as you visualize a memory of the nearby lake. John brought you there to tell you that you were as beautiful as the moon tonight and the rest of the nights to follow. He wasn't a really expressive person, but you know he wrote a lot about you on his notebooks. And maybe that was one of its contents.

You squirmed a little as you set free your left breast, gripping it like how he gripped it from behind you as you held on to that huge tree by the lake. You were trying hard not to make a sound even though you want to scream all your feelings out. It was both your first time back there, you remember the sharp pain when he first slid inside you, you remembered the look on his face which assured you that everything will be fine. You remembered his whole being inside you, a symbol of his love for you.

You blindly reached out for your bedside drawer, looking for the thing you hold on to when he's away for too long. It was what kept you from looking for him, but it only works temporarily, as you stilk craved for his touch.

You quickly took off everything you wore, panting aggressively as the memory still played in your mind. You felt excited, as if you were inside the memory and you couldn't pass on this realistic opportunity.

Sliding the round tip against your opening, you slowly flicked the switch open as it whirred gently across your skin. You gasped in surprise and giggled guiding the device around the space between your legs.

You heard his soft groans and felt his fingers sink around your breasts as he slammed his hips toward you. On that moment, it didnt matter how your dress was on the floor or if people are going to notice what the two of you have been doing. You let all your emotions out as soon as he was deep inside you.

"John..." you whimpered. It was the only word you could remember, you turned back to him and saw him wearing only the sash and his crown under the moonlight, the view of the lake just beside him. His face was barely visible but you knew he looked gorgeous, his body was beautifully sculpted, as he told you that he wanted to join the military someday. A few more thrusts and he quickly ejects himself and shot his load on your back, the warm liquid slid down to your ass.

Then you snapped back to reality as you heard a loud thud by the door, dropping your toy on the ground and quickly grabbing the covers to wrap around your naked body.

Standing by the door was none other that John MacTavish, your boyfriend, he looked buffer than the last time you saw him and noticed some new scars on his face.

"John..." was all you could say. Your voice was barely audible as tears started to well from your eyes.

"Y/N..." he ran across the room, his boots loudly thumped on the wooden flooring. No other words were spoken, but your bodies tried to communicate everything with one long and passionate kiss. Tongues wrapped each other as they reunited after all those times, re-exploring every region like it was their first time. Your hands didn't know which part to hold first, his face whom you missed to see everyday, his strong arms which reminded you that he's going to protect you from everything, or his body that was there when you needed someone to feel comfortable with. You had a lot of choices but your hand went to something that you were yearning for at the moment. You cupped his already hard cock from his combat jeans and teasingly rubbed it's length, it grew sideways across his other leg and he grunted inside your mouth as you did it. He immediately broke the kiss as both of your lust-filled eyes stared at each other. You threw the covers that once wrapped you as you enjoy the feel of his eyes appreciating your body. He slowly reached out for his shoelaces and pulled each one of them while you unbutton his shirt excitedly. The boots flew along with his socks followed by his shirt. There was still on undershirt beneath it which was too tight that it hugged his whole body perfectly. You wanted to rip it apart but hesitated and slowly lifted it up instead. He raised his hands to help you out and you admired his hairy chest down to his six pack abs with a little trail of hair peeking right below his navel.

"See something ya like?" his thick accent entered your ears and sent shivers down your spine. He had a beautiful voice along with that accent and you always fall for it.

You remained quiet but your eyes say it all. You loved him ever since you two played as a kid, you loved him even when he told you he was going away for a while, and you will love him until the day you die.

John felt impatient at the pace you were undressing him. He respected that he wanted to enjoy every single second you two bonded but he had needs to attend to himself. Unbuckling his belt, he stripped off his pants along with his boxers letting his huge erect penis to spring out.

You giggled at his actions, ever since you lived together he always wanted the slow passionate style so you opted for that kind of welcome, now he was eager to do things fast maybe it was because of the time. You wanted to do it fast the moment you saw him again, but you also wanted to do what he liked. Now, you finally found the answer you were looking for.

Your eyes sparkled in delight as you looked up at him while your mouth sucked on his cock. He released a grunt of relief as his sexual frustration was finally satisfied, his hands held on to your head and guided you as you consume his entirety. You felt him push you more and you gagged and choked, making him chuckle in delight. You found it surprising but you liked the feeling nonetheless. Your mouth felt his warm cock and you circled it around your cheek like a toothbrush, momentarily taking it out of your mouth and pushing it back in.

After a few more entries he then pushed you to the bed, his cold blue eyes gazed at you, like he was a predator ready to consume you whole. You smiled at him, telling him you were ready to become prey as he aggressively spread your legs and let his mouth in.

You felt his excitement as his tongue circled around your pussy almost randomly. He didn't know which to lick first but as soon as you noticed it, he was already over the place. Soft moans escaped your lips as he teasingly bit off your other lips down there, his tongue easing the pain of the bite. You gripped the sheets as his tongue worked unfathomable acts on your pussy, and it felt even better when his fingers joined in.

You were panting hard and dripping wet, and MacTavish was there to witness it all. A sneaky smirk filled his face as he pulled your whole body effortlessly to the edge of the bed, locked his arms on your thick ass cheeks and lifted you up. He positioned his tip just above your opening, sliding it slowly to your entrance and slid it in. 

"Haaaaah" you gasped as you slowly felt his manhood inside you. He was standing up and carrying your whole body, but you see no signs of excessive effort in his face. This was all easy for him. Then his hips started thrusting, and each thrust sent you on a mind bending adventure as you locked your hands on his neck, tilted your head upward and let him fuck you senseless.

Your groans were like a porn acrtress', which was music to John's ears. A few more thrusts and he found himself on the edge, pushing it deep one last time before catching his breath. Your foreheads met and your lips found each other once again, you could feel your walls clench his thickness as he slowly ejects himself inside you, turning you around 180 degrees, making your cheeks slap his still erect cock. You were upside down and all you could see was his cock hanging between his legs. You giggled as his mouth already consumed your juices, and you started to suck on him upside down. You hands slowly massaged his balls, while you struggled to suck his cock on that position. It felt good but the rush of blood going to your head was distracting you. As soon as he's done, he flipped you back on his face and slowly set you back on the bed, spreading your legs and letting your feet rest on his shoulders.

John knelt on the bed and pointed his cock on your opening, rubbing it just atop your entrance, teasing you while laughing as he did it.

You opened your mouth to complain but before words could exit them, he immediately pushed himself in, making you moan in pleasure. The bed squeaked along with his movements, his hand reached for your breats which were bouncing along with his thrusts, he stopped them with a grip of a hand and continued to lower himself to your mouth. He once again kisses you passionately, to which you respond as you lock your legs on his back as he adjusts to slam your pussy downward. You felt him groan from inside your mouth as he picked up his pace sending you to pleasuretown once again. Your moans and gasps varied from excited to pleasure to this-actually-hurts but it was all worth it nonetheless.

"I missed you so much babe. You think you could reserve the whole day off for me. I still want to do more things to you." he whispered. You nodded in between his hard thrusts, which made you think of calling it sick tomorrow.

"Shit. I can't take it anymore. I'm almost there." he whispered worriedly. He didn't wanted this feeling to end yet. 

"John, let me taste all that pent up feeling.." you whimpered, words started to stutter as his thrusting grew faster.

Almost on the edge of release, John pulled his cock out and you immediately squeezed your breasts in between, signaling him to tit fuck you while you open your mouth and wait for release. John looked excited at your gesture and he positioned himself to do so, his hand helped his cock stay in between your breasts while the other one rested behind his head, flexing his muscles as he thrusts.

A few more thrusts and hot cum was ejected from his tip to your cheek, as he immediately grabbed it and pointed it in your mouth. The view of him groaning in release was another perfect addition to your memories with him.

He panted and laid down beside you leaving words of endearment, telling you how he missed you and how he will love you no matter what.

You smiled and told him what you have been feeling whispering to him that they still have more to catch up to. And that meant you two still have the rest of the day to get rid of that frustration.

[dreamsmp-au-ideas]

Oops, I made a plot…

Anyways. Epithet Erased

I love the idea that the Egg was created by someone with the Epithet of Consume. Now an interesting idea I had is that the owner of Consume originally had possession of the Arsene Amulet after Copycat died. The owner of Consume created the Egg and then started using the Amulet to feed Epithets to the Egg. In return, the Egg was able to use these Epithets and temporarily bestow their powers onto those who followed it, hence the whole bloodline wanting to protect it kinda thing. When the original owner of Consume started to reach the end of their lifespan they fed themselves to the Egg in hopes that it would eventually be fed something like Immortal or Rebirth and it could bring back its former master. This is why it’s an Egg, eventually it’s going to hatch into the original owner of Consume if it’s fed the right Epithet

The reason those following the Egg want the amulet is because they want to get back to work again. Everyone else is varying degrees of aware in terms of the Egg group’s plan. The Egg Group also has a process that new members of the Egg Cult go through where they offer up their Epithet to the Egg by being “Consumed” by it and held inside the Egg for a couple days. At which point the Egg leeches out their Epithet as an extra way to force its followers to be loyal. Sure you can still use your powers, and a ton of other Epithets as well, as long as you’re linked up with the Egg. But the moment you become disloyal and break off your Epithet is gone. It belongs to the Egg, you were only renting it.

Of course this takes a lot of time so it hasn’t happened to anyone in the DSMP by the time the actual plot starts except for Skeppy who’s the bartering chip that the Egg uses to make Bad be loyal to it. Bad doesn’t belong to the bloodline that’s been taking care of the Egg, he’s just a victim of circumstance. Techno is part of the family, but he’s a member of an offshoot branch that distanced itself from the Egg. He’s Billiam’s great (however many greats) nephew, but that isn’t a strong enough link, he’s the actual great (however many greats) grandson of the Sheriff which is why the Egg has less of a hold over him than it would a typical member of the bloodline.

Mundies are actually the best people for the job when it comes to fighting the Egg since its mind control powers only work on those who have an Epithet or offered up their Epithet to the Egg. Those who lost their Epithet specifically to the amulet against their wills are also immune. The Egg has the same powers seen in canon because one of the first Epithets it ever ate was Control.

There is a trade off to the Egg taking powers however, since the Epithets can’t “mature” while inside the Egg. Meaning they stay at the same proficiency level their former owner possessed making it advantageous for the Egg to allow Epithets to “mature”. The Egg might even offer an Epithet to a Mundie to let them mature it before harvesting it at a later date. It’s worth noting also there is a difference between getting trapped on top of the Egg and getting trapped inside the Egg like Skeppy, only the latter will get your Epithet snatched while Tubbo and Ranboo who are victims of the former just get their heads scrambled.

Team Pro Omelet eventually learns of the Egg’s abilities and plans and at that point it’s a race against the clock to ensure they 1. Don’t get the Amulet and 2. Aren’t able to shove anyone powerful inside the egg (cough cough Tubbo/Ranboo cough cough). While we could have Tubbo angst with his powers getting yoinked, I don’t think it would mean as much as the angst that would come from him just being normally controlled by the Egg and having his Epithet taken against his will would partially break him out of its control. He might not actually care as much about his Epithet, but him hurting Tommy by accident while being controlled? That would break him, mentally and emotionally.

While I was thinking about the plot, I mentioned with my last post I think that Tommy’s Epithet should have been taken or lost. We’ve had a connection made between Tommy loosing his power to Ranboo causing him to forget which I really like, but what if, and hear me out, he loses it to the Amulet? The last caretaker yoinks it with the intention of giving it to the get, probably at some point a good ways before the plot starts. However, because the former caretaker loses the Amulet before depositing it, Tommy’s Epithet stays pretty much trapped inside the Amulet. Partially because I really like the idea of Antihero Dream having to 180 why he wants to Amulet when Tommy eventually admits what happened. It adds a nice dynamic of character wants.

Originally I purposed Hero as Tommy’s Epithet which is good, but I think I can outdo myself. Meaning I have two other options.

Earlier I mentioned the Egg really really wanting someone with Immortal/Rebirth. Well, it’s a running gag that I keep making Tommy a phoenix in every AU I touch because he never damn well dies. So you could give one of those two words, or heck, even the word Phoenix itself to Tommy and it’d not only be a really good Epithet but it’d be an Epithet currently inside the Amulet, giving even more of a dire air to the story as a whole. If the Egg Squad is able to get that Epithet inside of the Egg, you bet it’s gonna hatch and the results will not be pretty. It also plays well with the fact that Tommy just never seems to die. Even when he doesn’t have his Epithet it’s such an engrained character detail that people comment on it whenever he joins an SMP.

I think it could be an interesting dynamic and it gives Tommy an array of interesting powers from wings to fire to being able to bring himself back to life. Additionally, we can give Immortal or Rebirth to Foolish since he’s a sentient Totem of Undying in canon and it would work well.

Alternatively, and this is admittedly the idea I personally favor, we pull a parallel between Tommy and Tubbo by giving him a seemingly stupid Epithet that’s deceptively strong. And trust me, I spent a lot of time thinking about what this Epithet might be and how it could be misinterpreted. The idea I ultimately settled on was Archetype. Now, this idea is near and dear to my heart because it fits Tommy as much as everything I’ve posted prior and arguably even more so than Hero. Tommy throughout the entire canon DSMP has had role after role forced on him. Being called the Hero or the Villain when really he just wants to be Tommy. I like the poetic irony of his Epithet literally being Archetype when everyone around him seems so desperate to assign him one. Plus, it’s one of those things that requires not just creativity but a certain level of classical or psychological background information to use properly, leading most people to being unable to use it (Egg included if it actually managed to get the Amulet.) So people just kind of brush it off and it lends itself well to the whole do you wanna be a hero thing since Hero is an Archetype.

For this power we’d basically be able to pull some really strong parallels between Tommy and Tubbo. Both have Epithets that are strongest when they temporarily become a different Epithet. Maybe Tommy can not only use Archetype, but he can temporarily transform it into literally any societally recognized Archetype and use that as if it was his Epithet. So he could still technically use the same powers one could come up with for Hero, it would just be while he’s using an Archetype Swap ability. Not only that but he’d be able to change other people’s personalities or Archetypes. He could even imbue others with traits of a new Archetype (i.e. giving a Mundie the powers associated with a Hero Archetype, aka literal actual honest to god plot armor) to act as support, but you wouldn’t think to do that typically. You’d just assume that Archetype is a one trick kind of pony at best. But maybe if we wanna go Tommy and Tubbo childhood friends route as kids they specifically spent hours practicing alone when they figured out their Epithets. Specifically coming up with overpower combo moves, thinking up powers that interacted well with one another to make themselves an actually terrifying menace to society.

Tommy and Tubbo childhood friends also is near and dear to my heart because everyone remembers the scene where Tommy told Tubbo that he’d been the hero and Tommy was the one who was the side kick. Having Tommy’s Epithet be Archetype and the majority of his childhood used to find ways to support Tubbo’s Epithet using his own adds another layer to this. Tommy literally made Tubbo the hero, gave him the powers and assigned him the Archetype. It’s just that they’re the only ones who know that. Plus plus we get a really good queen and knight dynamic between the two when they’re going all out which I just die for.

Also if SBI is canon, it makes sense why Tommy would have learned the word Archetype as a child, he’s related to Techno, what else would you expect? Part of Tommy being stupidly good at his power is probably from Techno reading him mythology as a child and linking up characters to their Archetypes, giving Tommy even more stupidly overpowered ideas for how to use his Epithet. Unfortunately it got yoinked at some point, either because someone saw how powerful it was or maybe Tommy just got unlucky. I think out of the ideas I’ve listed Archetype is my favorite if we go the yoinked route. It also works well with Techno and Dream since, again, Tommy could play a support role to make these already terrifying Mundies even more terrifying. Plus it would be like Tommy to keep having an Epithet secret because Techno is a Mundie and then later accidentally getting it stolen or we can go double angst and have Tommy both forget he has an Epithet and get it stolen.

Obviously Archetype being the Epithet and the plot would still work with Tommy just forgetting what his Epithet was, but also I really personally just like the aching pain of Tommy being forced to describe what it’s like having your Epithet stolen. How much the gap doesn’t hurt physically but emotionally and mentally almost daily, a phantom pain that never goes away. Sweet angst my beloved.

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Tubbo🤝Tommy

Having stupidly overpowered Epithets

Anyways. Holy shit. This is brilliant. The plot is brilliant and oh god. This could open up so much now. The Arsene Amulet is still relevant in a way.

Oh man, the Egg just consuming Epithets as well? Man. That’s great.

[abigailadams1788]

Humans are Space Orcs: DON’T EAT THAT!!

So I’ve been obsessed with the whole “Humans Are Space Orcs” thing for a while but I haven’t had an idea to add to it until tonight. I don’t know if this has been done before but here’s what happened: I was texting my brother and he mentioned watching this video of a guy who was eating his leftovers in the styrofoam to-go container. Like, eating it styrofoam and all.

You’re probably like “You idiot don’t eat that!” and my next thought was “What if an alien reacted to that?”

Cause here’s the thing: we’ve all seen the posts of humans eating anything. We consume caffeine by the gallon in the mornings just to stay awake. We eat chocolate by the pound cause it tastes good and lifts our mood (don’t act like you didn’t gorge on that chocolate pie/cake at Thanksgiving. We all know you snuck that third piece when no one was looking.) We consume fruits that have cyanide-filled seeds. Hell pineapple is toxic if it’s unripe but we put it on pizza and salads anyways. It’ll burn our tongue anyways but we still eat it.

So naturally, aliens are in this mode of “Humans can eat just about anything. They come from this major Deathworld; why wouldn’t they eat everything? They already said “Fuck you” to the natural order of predation. Might as well have an appetite to facilitate that.” So just imagine this:

Xa’var shuffled into the mess hall after a long what xis human counterparts would say day. Xa’var had been up since the first shift and was just now getting something to eat. It wasn’t easy, being the liaison for xis’ council and the humans, but it was a job Xa’var took pride in.

Laughter caught Xa’var’s attention. The humans that xe had come to consider friends were hunched over a holo-device, laughing at whatever they were watching. Curiosity arose in Xa’var’s mind. It was always a fortuitous occasion to learn more about xis’ counterparts. It could even be a new report to make to add to the “How To Deal With Humans 101″ handbook. Xa’var used xis main tentacles to walk over to the humans’ table.

“Hello, Human Rachel. Hello, Human Todd. Might I inquire as to what it is you are watching?”

“Oh, Xa’var! Didn’t see you come in.” Rachel bared- smiled- there were still many things to get used to about the behaviors of humans- at xim and moved over so Xa’var could lean down comfortably. “Todd was showing me this video of this idiot eating his leftovers with his to-go box.”

Xa’var leaned down and focused one of his eyes on the holo-device while the other watched the reactions of the humans. On the screen, one human male was eating a white contraption that appeared to have rations in it. Other humans were telling him to cease the action, but he seemed to not believe them. Todd and Rachel seemed to be very amused, though the humor was lost on Xa’var.

“I am confused.” Todd wiped his eyes- note to add to the handbook: humans cry when laughing.- and looked up at Xa’var. “What is the human doing wrong?”

“Dude.” Rachel snorted, seemingly trying to not laugh. “You don’t eat styrofoam. Everyone knows that.”

Xa’var was astounded. He had believed that humans could eat anything.

Xa’var remembered when someone had accidentally spilled another’s ration on xim. The result was an extended stay in the medical wing because the acids in the foods had almost burned through xis carapace. 

When Human Rachel came to check on xim and asked to see the rations, they were brought in for her inspection. To Xa’var’s horror, after smelling the rations, Rachel had taken a rather large helping and eaten it.

Instead of immediately convulsing and screaming in pain, as what had happened with Xa’var, Rachel simply moved her shoulders in a movement that Xa’var recognized as a shrug and said: “Could’ve used a little more spice.”  When Xa’var had inquired as to how she could handle the acidity of the food, she had laughed and commented that her mother- the human term for egg-layer, since apparently humans weren’t hatched- used to make something called a curry that burned when one ate it. Xa’var had made a note that night to his council to avoid the human food known as curry at all costs.

“You... you mean humans can’t eat everything?” Xa’var knew it was not the most tactful approach, but the fact that the man was being seen as an apparent imbecile for eating his food container seemed to Xa’var to be a type of prank. Surely they weren’t serious about it?

Both Human Rachel and Human Todd lifted the hair above their eyes- eyebrows, Xa’var mentally corrected- in surprise. “Who told you we could?” Todd asked.

“I...” Xa’var felt xis skin start to flush with embarrassment. “It has been believed for a long time that humans can eat anything.”

“Well...” Human Todd leaned back in his chair. “I mean, we technically can eat anything, but there are things we shouldn’t. Does that make sense?”

“I am afraid it does not. Could you please elaborate?” Hunger temporarily forgotten, Xa’var lowered into a neighboring chair, tucking his tentacles under xis carapace to facilitate a comfortable position; new information was always worth giving one’s full attention.

“So here’s the thing: our stomach contains something called hydrochloric acid, which is largely responsible for breaking down everything we eat and converting it into energy, basic nutrients, proteins, you get the idea.” Xa’var nodded along, a habit xe picked up from xis human counterparts as a body language that communicates understanding. “Now we humans measure the acidity level of acids on what we call a ph scale. It runs 1 to 14. 7 is neutral, with numbers above it being alkaline in nature and numbers below 7 running acidic. The lower the number it is, the more acidic it is. 6 is more acidic than 7, 5 more than 6, and so on.”

“I see, I see.” Xa’var nodded again, enraptured now. Xe had been educated on the different scales humans use to measure things, so xe knew what a ph scale. Though, for xis people, 7 was actually capable of causing severe burns. A 4 could sear through a warrior’s carapace with ease, while anything less than a 3 was guaranteed death. 

“So where does a human’s acid level fall?” In the back of Xa’var’s second brain, the knowledge that could come from this could be useful in avoiding injury should a human’s internal organs were exposed during a battle. Given a human’s resilience, xe wouldn’t be surprised if that happened at some point and the human continued to fight.

“It depends,” Rachel spoke now. “If someone hasn’t eaten in a while, the acid in their stomach might level out at about a 4, but while they’re eating it’ll go up to a 2 or even a 1.” Xa’var felt xis eyestalks retract slightly in horror. “Lemon juice is typically considered a 2, so if that helps put in perspective.”

“Y-yes. But I am still confused as to what you meant by “shouldn’t eat”.” Xa’var cleared xis throat, trying to not let the rising horror be exposed. Levels out at a 4?!? Rises to a 1 while they were eating!?! A 1 would melt the carapace and internal organs of his people with ease and continue destroying until it was neutralized, but this happened as a natural occurrence within a human’s stomach?? Multiple times a day!?!

“Ah, yeah. Well, I guess it’s kind of like what happened with you a couple weeks ago.” Rachel shrugged, crossing her arms. Xa’var recognized the body language as bored, not hostile. It was a fine nuance, but one xe was proud xe could spot the difference in. “Humans can eat virtually anything cause our stomach is so acidic it will kill virtually any virus or bacteria that enter with our food on contact, with very few exceptions. Even then we can fight through most illnesses and poisonings as long as we keep our immune system up.

“That said, there are some things we just shouldn’t eat because it provides no nutritional value to us. Styrofoam is one of those things. Glass, plastic, rubber, paper,” Rachel shrugged again. “We can eat all of those things, as evidenced by people who do, but we shouldn’t because they don’t provide the nutrition our body needs.”

“So, what you are saying is that, while humans are perfectly capable of consuming anything, but chose to not because of nutrition concerns?” Xa’var felt the inquiry sounded more absurd spoken than it did in xis head. To xis surprise, Human Todd and Human Rachel nodded.

“Pretty much. We can sometimes get what we call “acid reflux”, which is when the acid in our stomach rises into our esophagus. This is caused by allergies or a malfunction of the internal blocker we have to prevent that from happening, but it’s rare. Usually it’s caused when we eat something that doesn’t sit well with us and causes an imbalance in our stomach acid.” Human Todd confirmed.

“And this is not dangerous?”

“Oh no, it definitely can be.” Rachel commented far too nonchalantly for Xa’var’s comfort. “Usually it’s just uncomfortable, but it does burn like a bitch. It’s why we start crying whenever we throw up. Our esophagus doesn’t have the natural lining our stomach does to protect it from the acids, so the acids literally burn away our throat. Some people have burned a hole in their throat because of acid reflux. Most of the time though that can be fixed with a simple dietary change, though some people have to take medicine to help balance out their ph levels.”

Xa’var’s brains were reeling. Not only was the initial belief confirmed (humans can indeed eat anything), but they were capable of doing so because their internal organs contained an acid strong enough to melt his carapace! It could even burn the humans’ own throats but they treated it like it was nothing!

“Are you alright, Xa’var?” Xa’var blinked. Rachel was staring at xim with an expression xe recognized as concern. “You’re white.” Looking down, Xa’var realized xe was indeed white; xis people’s skin changed color based on emotions. Apparently, the horror xe felt was enough to cause xis body to involuntarily react and try to camouflage xim with the surrounding tables and chairs.

“Y-yes. I am fine, Human Rachel.”

“You sure? Have you eaten anything today?”

“I, have not. I will go do so now. Thank you for telling me this information.”

Rachel and Todd watched as Xa’var maneuvered out of the mess. Despite xis words, xe was going the opposite way of the food. “What’s his problem?” Rachel asked.

“I dunno. Maybe a long shift?”

“Maybe.”

Little did they know that Xa’var was heading to xis quarters to not only update the “How To Deal With Humans 101″ manual, xe was also going to send a very important message to his council about the truth of a human’s terrifying ability to eat anything.

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25 words for Maggie/OA

Hi everyone! I just finished the 25 word challenge for Maggie and OA! It was definitely a great writing exercise - it turned out as sort of a mix of canons and headcanons and some other ideas - and they do get pretty shippy, so be warned, but if you like Maggie/OA, I hope you enjoy reading. Thank you for the writing words and thank you for encouraging my Maggie/OA obsession!

1. Rumor

There’s a lot of commotion down at the police station today, and a few of the officers are whispering about why the Feds are here – as in the Federal Bureau of Investigation – and rumor has it they’re offering Officer Maggie Bell a new job.

 2. Career

Jason says that he’s happy working as a small town news reporter and that he doesn’t want to leave Indiana, but when the FBI offers his wife a job in New York City, he decides that reporting in the Big Apple isn’t a bad career move either.

 3. Dull

Maggie is devastated after Jason’s death and the emptiness inside of her is so consuming that she devotes everything she has left to her job because it’s the only thing that dulls the pain.

 4. Captain

Maggie hasn’t known her new partner for very long, so when she finds a photo hidden away in his desk, she’s surprised to recognize a young Captain Omar Zidan dressed in Army fatigues.

5. Restaurant

When his restaurant in Little Egypt is rebuilt after the bombing, Mr. Samra is delighted to have OA bring his beautiful partner for dinner, and he loves the way Maggie smiles as she tastes each dish, and he thinks that OA secretly loves her smile, too.

 6. Weapon

Kristen admires the way Maggie and OA work together and the way they always have each other’s backs in the field, so when Scola reminds her how to hold her weapon, Kristen wonders if she’ll ever be good enough to have his back in the same way.

 7. Dress

Maggie feels a little awkward wearing such a tight, skimpy dress tonight, but the amount of skin she’s showing easily catches their suspect’s eye, and she’s glad that OA takes him down because she doesn’t even want to think about tackling a suspect in this outfit.

 8. Friend

OA has never been to Indiana before, and he laughs when Maggie and her childhood best friend squeal like the teenagers they were when they last saw each other, and then he blushes a little when her friend looks him over critically and asks Maggie why she doesn’t bring handsome men back to Indiana more often.

 9. Explosive

She’s heard it before, that dangerous tick-tock of a timer, and it doesn’t take Maggie long to find the explosives buried under the floor, and then she’s screaming for everyone to get out, but it’s too late and she’s thrown from the building in a blast of fire and shrapnel, and she’s only conscious enough to realize that OA is carrying her to safety before she blacks out in his arms.

 10. Shower

Maggie carefully eases herself into the shower, flinching a little as the hot water washes away the blood and grime and pain from the explosion where she was just a little too close, and she can hear OA knocking on the other side of the door, asking if she’s okay, so she turns off the water and wraps a towel around her battered body and opens the door to let him in.

 11. Loyalty

Isobel is proud to offer OA a promotion in another FBI office, an opportunity to lead his own team and mentor a younger partner who would no doubt learn from him, and yet she isn’t surprised when he turns it down because of his loyalty to the partner he already has.

 12. Dreams

Anna is a young, pretty housewife, and Maggie hates deceiving her while undercover because the two women become friends over coffee and conversation about life, love, and dreams – and it only takes one bullet for Maggie to destroy all of Anna’s dreams.

 13. Tears

Anna takes her last breath before she crumples to the floor, and Maggie struggles to hold back tears as FBI agents breach the house to make sixteen arrests and Special Agent Nestor Vertiz takes Maggie’s hand and leans in close, dropping a kiss on her cheek and telling her that the undercover operation is finally over.

 14. Stance

Maggie can already see it coming when OA and Nestor start on round number...well, she’s lost count of how many times her partner and her boyfriend have gone at it so far today, but both men take on that aggressive stance and that steely glare where neither one will back down – and once again, Maggie is stuck in the middle.

 15. Kids

When Maggie sees the photos of Nestor’s beautiful, smiling kids, so many emotions collide inside of her, the anger at Nestor for not telling her about them, the jealousy that he has something that she wants so badly, the sadness that Jason was taken from her before they even had the chance, and the nagging suspicion that maybe Nestor isn’t the man she wants to father her children.

 16. Car

Maggie is frantic as she hears the muffled cries for help coming from inside the car, and OA doesn’t even think twice about smashing the car window, and it’s not until Maggie pulls the little girl safely into her arms that she decides the father of her own children will be the man who won’t ever think twice about smashing a car window to rescue them.

 17. Drift

Sometimes OA wonders if maybe he and Maggie have drifted apart; she was undercover for a long time and he’s teamed up with numerous partners since then, but since she’s been back, they argue more and they don’t always see eye-to-eye on their cases, and they don’t share as many take-out meals together and they just don’t laugh like they used to.

 18. Switch

Jubal assigns OA to track down a suspect with Tiffany while Scola questions witnesses on the street with Maggie, and OA appreciates Tiffany’s commitment to the case and Maggie is amused by Scola’s easygoing quips, but after it’s over, they ask Jubal why he switched their partners, and he just shrugs, saying he must have temporarily lost his mind...but of course they don’t believe him.

 19. Hug

When they return to 26 Fed and run into each other getting off the elevator, there’s a moment of awkwardness where Scola and Tiffany quickly take the hint to depart, and then OA wraps Maggie in his arms and hugs her tightly because maybe this is the start of getting his partner back.

 20. Silk

It’s not OA’s first undercover assignment, but it’s the first time his alias has been a billionaire, and Maggie wants to tease him about the designer suit with a price tag higher than his salary, but he’s already on his way out because there’s a limousine waiting for him, and she’s just fast enough to grab him by the tie, crushing the delicate silk in her hand so she can say OA, be careful.

 21. Argument

Don’t you dare talk to me like that, Maggie snaps, angrily yanking her hand away from OA’s grasp, but he retaliates by grabbing her arm and roughly hauling her down the street, muttering something about keeping his woman in line, and then he presses her against the wall in a dark alley, away from the street cams, and his voice is instantly soft and apologetic against her ear, asking if she thinks their suspect bought their little act.

 22. Hoodie

The young man takes off running before Maggie can even call out FBI, don’t move, and she sprints after him, worried that she’s going to lose him in the crowd because he’s wearing a hoodie that partially hides his face, but another hooded figure tackles him to the ground before she can catch up to him and Maggie finds herself grinning a little breathlessly as OA pulls off his hood and slaps handcuffs on their suspect.

 23. Dinner

Isobel has said more than once that the FBI always gets their man, and this one has been a long, grueling manhunt, but the end result is justice, so she says good work, all of you, and Jubal tells them to go home, and Scola invites Maggie and OA out for a drink with him and Tiffany, but they both decline because they already have dinner plans.

 24. Tonight

OA waits for her on the step outside her apartment, and she’s exhausted after the long day they’ve both had, so she starts to rethink going out to dinner, but he already knows and brings dinner with him instead, and Maggie smiles gratefully and melts a little under the heat in his gaze, and when they both step inside, she thinks that maybe she’ll ask him to stay tonight.

 25. Promise

The first light of dawn doesn’t wake OA like it usually does because he’s sleeping with Maggie nestled against his side, and she’s always been the one he wants by his side, whether it’s taking down some of the worst criminals or disarming some of the most high-tech bombs or simply lying next to her in his dreams, because throughout it all, their partnership doesn’t ever waver, and OA knows that someday he’ll slide a diamond on her left hand and promise to be her partner for life.

[seijorhi]

asks :)

i’m sorry i’m bad at answering these i love you guys

I just adore fics like these, outside characters seeing through yandere facades and putting the pieces together. Atsumu’s frustration at knowing something is wrong but not being able to convey it without sounding crazy or jealous (and then exactly that happens), and then his mental agony at realizing he’s right but powerless. Ugh and the piece de resistance was his own inner turmoil at his attraction, it was just *chef’s kiss*. Do you think Atsumu became a bit of a lowkey yandere in his own way just obscured with a savior complex? Poor reader if she ever ends up his clutches, swapping one crazed man for another only Atsumu will never see himself as the bad guy. Thanks for the time and effort you put into such amazing writing!!

poor atsumu, i really put him through the wringer on this one :(( he starts with good intentions, but you know what they say about those haha. i honestly think he’s kinda fucked, because on the one hand he has everybody telling him he’s being a creeper, making mountains out of molehills, because how could hinata possibly do anything like that? and on the other he’s got hinata who’s not only aware of his suspicions but kinda pushing him to snap but dangling the reader in front of him. which way he falls is kinda up to you, but i think the fact he jerked off to a blowjob she clearly didn’t want says a lot about what he’s willing to (temporarily at least) overlook.

(English is not my first language so if I make grammar mistakes i'm sorry :( )

I got chills while reading insidious! It was so amazing. I really appreciated how you wrote that in Atsumu's perspective and made him an unreliable narrator.

It reminds me of the old drabble that you did with BokuAka where they kidnapped their manager and wrote it in Konoha's perspective. In that drabble, while Konoha did act selfishly, I still felt that he was a good person overall.

But in this fic, despite Atsumu claiming that Hinata and y/n's relationship was toxic and wrong, he still felt jealous. He wanted to be in Hinata's place. He wanted what Hinata had with y/n. I don't think his issue with them was because their relationship was toxic (maybe it was in the beginning), he just wanted it to be him who's with her. And that's the brilliance of this fic, seeing not only how unsettling Hinata's relationship was but also seeing Atsumu also slowly becoming obssessed.

first of all, never apologise for your english or any language for that matter. you’re doing great bby! but i’m glad you liked the fic!! <33 i can’t resist morally corrupting a character with good intentions. poor tsumu. poor konoha :((

Oof Hinata is terrifying and you wrote him so so so in character, like damn. He’s so happy like he’s just not a dark person which makes it so jarring bc he himself might not even register his actions as bad. I would love to see more content with him bc you got a girl scared and horny! But just wow I was on the edge of my seat!

ahh thank you my love!!

this is kinda random but i’m happy that i finally don’t have to type your full @ on the search bar to get to your blog anymore!!!!! also your new hinata ft atsumu fic literally sent chills down my spine. it kinda disturbed me how nobody (except atsumu) is questioning hinata’s character because hinata the always positive bundle of joy and sunshine can’t be capable of doing such things right? and how hinata is aware of atsumu’s suspicions ANDattraction towards his girl so he plays these little mind games with atsumu while maintaining that happy go lucky smile on his face acting like everything is normal. i just love your writing so much i literally visit your blog often for new updates😭

ahh i wished i had more updates for you haha! it’s really the worst when nobody believes something you think is painfully obvious. and hinata’s sunshine and sweet and super adoring, so why would anyone think twice about his relationship with the reader? and it doesn’t help that he’s toeing the line (before jumping right across it) between genuine concern and a little bit of attraction, but that’s half the fun haha. thanks for the ask bby!

Ok but you write Atsumu pining for the reader in a relationship so well. Inescapable Atsumu vs Oikawa is so good, the desperation, the crying *chefs kiss* Insidious is a diff Atsumu, more caring but thirsty all the same. Bokuto and co.s reaction is so funny 😭 they literally said you need to chill a little Atsumu

(Maybe we need to make this a full circle and make Atsumu pine for Osamus S.O. eye-)

i’m so mean to atsumu in both of those fics. dw i’ll make it up to him haha <33

It’s been said before but your Hinata fic was AMAZING and just so scarily in character. Hinata is definitely one of the scariest yanderes because he’s so unsuspecting and who would believe such a cheerful person is capable?!? It was just so well-written, I loved how you wrote Atsumu’s rising suspicions (especially how he can’t really prove anything bc it’s Hinata of all ppl) and his own descent into obsession and everyone’s reaction to him. It was so deliciously twisted and you can’t help but pity reader in what we can assume is her little sliver of hope that she can be saved bc someone finally noticed. Just chills.

thank you so much, bby! hinata does give off those vibes, and who would suspect him because he’s so attentive and bright and bubbly. i’m glad you liked it!! <33

Rhi RHHHHIIII Insidious was spot on. Rabid was just 👌👌 mmm and I've just realized how good you are at capturing a character's pov, like Atsumu's was on the money for capturing the confusion and unsettling feeling and it was so effective i feel like 👀😳 @ hinata now lmaoo

I WAS THE LAST ASK TALKING ABOUT POVS BUT I FORGOT SOMETHIIINGG. DAICHI'S POV. DAICHI'S POVVVV 👏👏👏 I could feel myself feeling his frustration and anger (I wanted him to whip oikawa's ass so bad fr) and his piecing together of things made me feel so awful and anxious, but like in a good way!! Writing is suppose to make you feel things and your fics always, always accomplish that 🤍

ahh nonnie, thank you so much! i like to get inside of the character’s head and fuck with their emotions and stuff, it’s super fun so i’m glad you guys enjoy it!! ily!! <3

oo Hinata as a yandere is so scary bc he's so sweet and caring. BUt he's also sincere and earnest about everything and who's to say that passion won't carry into darker activities 👀

you get it anon haha. he’s honestly a little terrifying but i still want him to spit in my mouth y’know??

i just finished reading insidiuous--it was FANTASGTIC SHDFJDSHFJ the way that atsumu crossed a line he couldn't come back from and was just,,,, rightfully consumed with shame for it?? that was great. also loved reading how hinata knew what he was doing and was doing it purposely, but poor reader. my heart goes out to reader.

thank you so much, bby!! i’m glad you liked it <33 

God, you have no idea how much I loved Rabid. I read it probably like 5 times in a row the first time. How do you imagine what happens to reader afterwards? I wonder if he’d end up taking her back to his place, or how does he interact with her afterwards? I’m sorry if this is annoying, I’m just so in love with the story 🥺💕

ahh thank you so much! as for what happens afterwards, you’re definitely kyoutani’s girl. if you think he’s just gonna let you go back to your place, keep working your job, you’ve got another thing coming. he tries to be gentle. a good boyfriend. he’ll definitely pick up on you shaking after he’s finished up; but he’ll misinterpret it as you being cold and make you wear his jacket haha.

Have u permanently closed commissions?

not necessarily, just taking a break :))

[thehouseofvs]

[RP Journal - 1/20/2021] Valeria Camena: Gifts, Truths, and Consequences

I suppose this is going to become a thing now, isn’t it? The idea of keeping a journal like this still seems rather silly to me, but perhaps my thoughts will change as I continue writing. That said, I guess I should provide an update since my last entry. That’s how these work, right? After Rae-Hann and I boarded our flight out of Kugane, the trip went by relatively quick. At least, quicker than it would have, if we had decided to depart by ship as originally suggested. Though, perhaps that might have been the better option, given how anxious the airship flight seemed to make Rae. It’s actually rather amusing; I thought nothing seemed to phase the Mystel, but heights appear to have accomplished the impossible. Thankfully, we were able to take a small break with a brief lay-over in Limsa Lominsa. At least, enough for Rae to be at bit more at ease before we took off again for Ul’dah. The journey was uneventful, honestly - but we spent the time with brief discussions, moments of quiet, whatever Rae-Hann seemingly wanted to indulge in...not that I minded, honestly. He has been through a lot lately, so I did not want to bother him too much. With our arrival in Ul’dah, we temporarily stopped by the Quicksands to purchase a couple of rooms for the night...though, frankly, neither of us wanted to stay for long. Rae-Hann had to go and take care of the business he had originally come to the city to do, and I...well. The Quicksands is a rather filthy place - by far the dirtiest hub I’ve seen in Eorzea. I do not know how Mistress Momodi stands it. No, I preferred to be on my way.

And what was my business in Ul’dah? Well, certainly nothing like Rae-Hann’s. I decided to stop by the Goldsmith’s Guild, to see if I could have a piece of jewelry prepared. Back during Starlight, Rae-Hann had gifted me a crystal infused with his own aether; a source of color that was separate from himself. It is such a beautiful magenta hue...

To my pleasant surprise, the artisans at the Guild were very helpful - albeit for a price. Fair is fair, I suppose. I wanted a swift job, and they wanted swift coin. That’s the nature of things. One of the goldsmiths presented me a necklace design that would suit the crystal, and after approving and paying, all I had left to do was wait. With that business taken care of, I also took the chance to contact my handler, Rikotsu. He was one of the first people I met after fleeing Garlemald, and while I wouldn’t exactly call him a ‘friend’, he has been a reliable contact of mine who had helped me get started as a mercenary. He had been kind enough to watch over Anemo while I was away in the East - I informed him of my return to Eorzea, and that I would swing by to collect Anemo after some initial business. To my utter lack of surprise, Anemo was a good boy...a happy griffin indeed. Other than that, the two days that I had to wait until Rae-Hann was finished with his task were...uneventful, to say the least. I tried to spend a little time in the Quicksands’ bar area, but after the fifth lewd gentleman...and gentlewoman...caller, I decided to leave. The rest of the time was a blur, as I took the time to explore the city. Despite coming here many times, I’d never attempted to really look at Ul’dah. It has quite the beauty of it’s own, though I did find myself wondering how different it’d look if it were any other shade than gray...

At the end of the second day, I had gone to collect my necklace from the Goldsmith’s Guild - and conveniently ran into Rae-Hann on my way out with my new prize. He seemed pleased with the new look to the crystal, so I was happy that the both of us could appreciate it. When I looked him over a bit, he did not seem to have changed, or be hurt, or anything like that. Honestly, I do not know what I was expecting, exactly. Only that when we spoke in Shirogane, he said he might be ‘different’. Whatever it was, he wasn’t willing to share until we were beyond the city’s walls. Which was fair enough, given the nature of his...dealings. So we agreed to head further in-land, towards Drybone in Eastern Thanalan. And, of course, we teleported...Mother, I despite the aetheryte system. Always leaves me feeling queasy. And Rae-Hann knows that, too, and takes pleasure in my discomfort as a tease. Well, we’ll see how much he’s laughing when he’s forced to fly on Anemo’s back...

When we arrived in Drybone, the first thing we agreed to do was find a spot where we could talk without being interrupted, so we settled on the local tavern. Most of the folks here tend to mind their own business, due to the number of travelers that pass through. So we went inside, found a place to sit, and Rae began his retelling of the last couple of days’ events. And of course, as he typically does, Rae-Hann started by dropping a shrapnel charge; apparently, Siannault had come to visit him last night, but he was not certain if it was real, or some sort of vivid hallucination brought on by consuming Una’to’s blood. Needless to say, all that strung together gave me considerable worry, but I allowed him to continue his tale. Thankfully, he explained that beyond a decent dosage of Void-tainted aether, he had not undergone any other changes to his being. And when I examined him, he was right...mostly. The aether certainly did not appear to be reacting negatively to his own, but the once-vibrant magenta that I knew to be his own aether had become murky with that ill, sickly purple hue that I knew all too well. For him to willingly do this to himself...it hurt, thinking what would bring him to take such lengths. So I asked why.

According to Rae, recent events had made him reconsider his position in the world. He did not see himself as normal, like the other people in his life, so in some strange logic, he thought that by consuming the rest of Una’to’s offered blood, he’d change in a way that would make people recognize his differences from them. And he mentioned a name, ‘Skadi’. A necromancer...the one that had his soul. In his usual fashion, he tried to deflect from the conversation by having us go and see what jobs lay in store for us here in Drybone. But I wasn’t having it. I wanted him to talk to me, to open up...and I wanted to know more about this Skadi. Yet another damned monster who took advantage of a man through his suffering, and knowing that Rae-Hann was a victim of it made my blood practically boil. In the past, Rae had tried to convince me that not all Void-related entities were ‘evil’, but if this is what his associates were prone to do...well, maybe I’d have to make a visits when our journey has concluded. At the very least, the intervention of several parties over the last few days had apparently inspired Rae-Hann with the will and desire to live - to prolong his existence, and avoid the inevitable prison that waited for him after his death. We discussed of ways to prevent that from happening, but beyond convincing Skadi of revoking the contract, or simply killing her, our options were limited - not to mention we would have to wait until she contacted him again, anyway. I hate necromancers.

We didn’t have much more to talk about after that, so we decided to take out our mutual frustrations on some of the local creatures in Thanalan. Fortunately for us, the locals here had a never-ending list of problems - and we ultimately settled on clipping a few imps of their wings, and clubbing a few of the walking dead near the Invisible City. With our destination in mind, we had set out. But, of course, things couldn’t be as simple as that. It never is. When Rae-Hann tried to summon forth his aetheric pegasus, Kurda, it instead transformed into a gnarled beast neither of us had seen before. It lashed out at both of us, and we were forced to put it down. After we decided that it would be best to keep such summonings to a minimum until further notice, we headed for the ruins, and handily disposed of the roaming ashkin that had made it their abode. It wasn’t a particularly difficult task, honestly, but it helped us relief some pent-up stress, and filled our pockets with a bit of gil. So, a win-win.

With our work finished, a heavy rain started to pour down onto us. Without a doubt, we were soaked by the time we got to the Golden Bazaar, but at least the man who put out the job notice also owned the local inn, so we were given a free night on top of the pay. Once in our room, we discussed where we would head off to next. Given our current location, the South Shroud seemed like the best choice, considering that Quarrymill was a prime destination for adventurers looking to catch their stride. Not that either of us were fresh to this sort of work...but dealing with a few bandit gangs might be fun, I think. As for sharing a room with Rae-Hann, well...I can’t say that the idea isn’t nerve-inducing. But I know he is not the type to do anything. I will just wait until morning to change, I guess...I still want to talk with Rae about some things. Particularly, some of these new memories that have begun to resurface in recent nights, with the usual nightmares that come with them...but am I ready to share these memories? Aurelian...if you were in my position, what would you do? You’d probably be handling things far better than me. You were always the stronger of the two of us. I guess that’s why- -No. Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow. @yokasaris​