#my sad little white fox

[krewekreep]

After the Night Ends Chapter 2

1.4K Alucard X OC!Reader. Reader is non binary with a femme body. AU but contains lore from Castlevania & Castlevania: Nocturne. Takes place during the last episode and goes from there

Angst, Estranged Lovers AU, Soulmate AU, Alucard is a reclusive, flirtatious snarky brat. Not 18+ yet but following chapters may and will be properly tagged as such. Filler Chapter kinda Song: Beyoncé - Disappear

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You couldn’t go anywhere because Alucard had neared you. You admittedly jumped at his approach, throwing your gaze quickly towards the ground. When you first met him you had had so much spunk and tenacity. You still did. But his love humbled you. You could do nothing more after time but climb into his lap, leaning your head into the crook of his neck. By this time he understood your moonlight tendencies letting you mewl low touching all over him until you’d nuzzle yourself against him to nap. He was your favorite resting spot. Whether his chest, back, thighs, arms, lap your head had fallen asleep basically anywhere it could’ve with him. Physical intimacy was your love language.

The touch of his palm to your head relaxed you. You opened your eyes to his piercing yellow ones. “Adrian…” you spoke again. As if a prayer, an amen. His name was peace and prosperity. Home and hospitality. He was all you wanted, all you had had, and what could you say to him now. Mute, trembling, awe struck. “Rise up my love.” My love. You shuddered in his grasp to which he chuckled half heartedly. He didn’t quite mean love the same as he had when his face lit up or blushed. How he would whisper “my love” over and over in the crook of your neck as his moans caught in his throat. When he’d call out to you because you slipped or hurt yourself. A sharp “My love!” followed by his hurried rush to your side. Your hand in his, dwarfed in comparison. His nails elongated, curved and sharp. “Please don’t let me do all the talking.” He threw defeated. “My love…” fell from your lips dazed. You closed in without a second thought wrapping your arms around his preserving, wide torso, head on his suited chest. “My life how I missed you…” a sob broke through. “I missed you so much!” You clasped onto him so tightly your breasts began to hurt. His arms were delicately at your side. You nuzzled into him wishing you could disappear back to the castle and explain everything. You looked up at Adrian who while definitely loved you seemed…uncomfortable. You stepped away as quickly as you had leapt towards him adjusting your clothing and emotions appropriately. You guessed it wouldn’tbe such a happy reunion. No, you were happy. It simply wouldn’t be easy and for god knows how long you’ll be catching up to the She-Beast Erzabeth. And too there were much bigger concerns of Erzabeth. Everyone still confused bristled at his denial of you. Defensive and protective they knew you entirely different from he. And who was he to reject you so easily.

“Well,” Richter threw haphazardly. “You two can explain all of this at a later time. We must move forward and defeat Erzabeth.” He thought his attempt to lead the group would very least get Maria and Annette to agree. But Annette especially kept a cautious eye on both of you. You knew she of everyone would likely feel the most betrayed…and by the reception you’ve garnered maybe lying…maybe all this wasn’t worth it. I should’ve stayed away. How absolutely dumb of me. You scoffed throwing your head back incredulous. Maybe it naive to assume it would be a romantic sweeping reunion…but now it felt as if all was nothing. Unbeknownst to you Alucard took you in with a rake in his heart. How you let your hair grow a bit past your shoulders, more kept than you ever had back then. How you smelled tired, lonely but yearning. How the top of you smelled of magnolias and cedar wood. He was obsessed with catching any signs of aging. While not aged visually beyond a 25-30 year old, the weather of time was hidden in the small creases of your eyes and smile line. The bunch of your brow finally indented permanently—as he always told you it would if you didn’t check your propensity to scowl. He felt compelled to just…watch you. As he had in the shadows and windows when you grew familiar enough to meander about. He had no real reaction. Seeing you meant everything and nothing. He couldn’t even be solemn. Nor forlorn. He was indifferent. Grateful you were alive and for what it seemed well…but that confirmation only too angered him. Subdued him. Removed him as he grew long out of spite and resentment. Before, when he could only miss you pathetically. Then after when he could only hate you pathetically. Once he could feel no more, he submitted to his eternal slumber lamenting much of what felt had mattered before didn’t…and so laying down to rest felt easy, if not final.

“We would be remiss to fork on towards her as,” looking towards Alucard for agreement. “We are incredibly unprepared to face the breadth of her. It would be suicide.” Your band of youngins look over you. You mentally adopted all four (including Eduard) and while traveling you grew closest to Annette. Richter and Maria were dear to you too, incredibly. But her story of enslavement and eventual freedom struck a deep chord with you. While your complexion was lighter than Annette’s, you favored closer to Drolta had her ancestry been more overtly mixed. You were of a wandering, diverse group. You and your blood kin were definitely darker than large portions of your ever migrating community. The equal stares from people similar to you, yet from else where unknown gave you a strange sense of familiarity and understanding, until it was nothing for you or others to tip your head or smile in acknowledgment in passing. Oftentimes you wished them blessed journeys and safe arrivals. Only because for you, especially after you were alone, it mattered to see others like you. A reminder that yes while lonely you were connected to something. And maybe they too were wishing you the best as you moved forward…

“Belmont,” Alucard throws as a response to you. Richter perks up alert as if a student caught. “Yes…uh, sir???” Everyone else looks to him sighing but Alucard stiffens next to you. Previously, in another time you suppose, he’d fall out in laughter. Or, as the tease he is, lead Richter further into acknowledging him as an authority figure. What would be to his immense amusement had he told Trevor—right. Although you saw Trevor in Richter, it was enough removed. You thought that even had Trevor been young his ruggedness would shine through (along with his five o clock shadow). You’d never say but a couple of Belmont’s had crossed your path. None you ever spoke to, but in the evolving noise of bars where people need bad deeds done a bellowing drunken voice could be heard. And every time you slipped through crowds towards the door you sent a glance that direction. Always a mass of brown hair, sun worn skin, and jokes for days. Alucard…could only see Trevor in Richter. Of course, more clean cut maybe even overtly less reckless or over confident. But Belmonts’ always carry their weight with pride. Their shoulders extended as a shield with a prepared but leisurely stride. How Alucard wishes to tell Trevor of his descendant’s blooming Belmont bravery. But he sets on, “Are you aware of anything you’d like to tell me?” Alucard is boring holes into Richter. Richter shuffles uncomfortable, defensive grabbing for his whip instinctively. Annette and Maria follow standing protectively at his side. For you, you see the amazing kids so young, daring, and loving of one another. Your heart swells with parental pride. “That…” Alucard’s eye sight drifts to the bridled whip secure to the nervous boy’s side. “Have you…discovered something.” You knew exactly what he was inquiring about and so did Richter. “Yeah I guess I uh..” he rubs the back of his head again nervous. “I met my grandfather…Juste.” An aura of cosmic blue crackles off his whip which only you and Alucard notice.

“I see,” Alucard without a word turns about face walking in the opposite direction of the eclipse and Erzabeth. “None of you are ready.” They all gasp. Completely confused by to them, a strange but beautiful man, who also was being weird to their newfound loved one. Richter prodded the destination of Adrian who without breaking a beat said: “My castle.”

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[puppygrrrraham]

🐾 Shark 🦈

[dark-moonlust]

Moonlit Rut

Pairing: Werewolf x Fox Hybrid reader

Summary: you and your mate have been together for months. It’s time for his rut and you know what to expect: he’s going to turn you into a stuttering pleasurable mess.

Warnings: minors don't interact, 18+!!!!, werewolf smut, oral(female), wolf huge🍆, p in v sex, lots of come. Don’t like, don’t read please.

The forest was dark but alive with night sounds. The moon hung full and bright in the sky, casting a glow over your boyfriend’s back. Kael was a werewolf, tall and towering, his body layered with silky fur, his eyes bright amber. And you were his little mate, a fox hybrid with rich red and white fur and a heart that loved him above all.

You had had been together for months and you lived together in his cave, your bond growing stronger and stronger. That night, Kael going through his rut. He’d fucked you the moment you’d woken up, his cock owning your body, his knot locking you to him. The day dragged on with him taking you, sating his thirst for you, the electricity palpable in the air.

You wanted him just as much.

Kael in the throes of his rut was achingly handsome and domineering. His were movements fluid, deep and predatory. His massive cock was constantly erect and he kept nuzzling your neck with his snout, kissing his mating bite on your neck. He seemed to not have enough with you and your intoxicating scent.

Not that you were any better. You couldn’t resist him. You licked, kissed, rode him just as intensely.

At some point, his rut reached the highest point. He carried you to a soft patch of moss and laid you down, your naked form illuminated by the moon. You reeked of him, of his scent claiming you from head to toes. And you wanted more. So much more. Lying back, you opened the folds of your pussy, giving him a show, showing him how drenched you were with his seed.

“Beautiful,” he drawled, his voice a deep rumble that made you circled your clit. “So beautiful under the moonlight.”

“Come to me, my love,” you replied. You needed more than your fingers. You needed him. “Take me.”

Growling, Kael bent between your legs, his hands roaming your body, rubbing your slick pussy, teasing your clit while his tongue licked your breasts. You explored him as well, hands tangling in his fur and tracing his muscled body. You pumped his cock, it was hard and thick, surrounded by veins and dripping precum.

Your breath hitched when he leaned down, his big wolfish head squeezing between your legs. A large tongue flicked out, teasing you, delving deep in your cunt. He licked and sucked, his wicked tongue moving with precision until you couldn’t do anything but moan loudly, gripping his hairy shoulders as you rode wave after wave of ecstasy.

His eyes locked onto hers, he took you, filled you, speared you. Again and again your bodies joined, with such primal need that made you a crying blabbering mess. He kept going, fucking under the moonshine, his cock touching so deep inside you it reached your heart. His tongue was everywhere, touching, caressing, loving.

“Mine. My mate, my pussy, my heart, my little fox,” he growled, his thrusts rocking your frame.

“All yours,” you panted, arching your body against his. “Always.”

“Ahn… Hnn—clo—se…” you gasped, your oversensitive body reaching another climax.

With a final, deep plunge, Kael pushed you over the edge, impaling you fully on his dick. You cried out and came violently while he roared and released load after load of his seed. His knot popped, swelling huge and trapping you together. Even so, his cum was too much, it overflowed and dropped down your already glistening thighs.

Your hearts pounded in unison. You felt him everywhere.

“My mate,” he whispered against your dry lips. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you.” You kissed his snout and made a face. “I’m a little sad that your rut is fading.”

He growled. “Who said it’s fading, little fox? I’ll fuck you again, own you so deep you’ll be a stuttering mess.”

You smirked up at him, eyes shining. “Do your best then, big wolf.”

He waited a few minutes then carefully dislodged his knot. He was fucking you again, in every way imaginable, indeed turning you into a stuttering mess. In the end, you could only relax into his warmth and whisper,

“I love you, Kael. Always.”

[nyoomfruits]

@mecachrome posted a thing about fennec fox lando and it gave me the brain wigglies so!!! here we are lmao

There’s some kind of cat in Oscar’s drivers room. It’s small and white, with giant ears and a pointy snout, and curled up in a little ball on top of Oscar’s discarded ‘Good Times’ hoodie. Oscar raises an eyebrow at it, tries to remember if he missed some kind of memo about service pets or something.

He must make some kind of noise, because the cat-something suddenly cracks open an eye and lets out a panicked screech noise when he spots Oscar, jumping up and beelining for the door, knocking over three water bottles and an entire side table in the process before disappearing into Lando’s driver’s room across the hallway, leaving a bewidlred Oscar behind in his own upturned driver's room.

And that, more or less, is how Oscar finds out his new teammate can shapeshift into a fennec fox.

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Kim’s eyeing Oscar warily when he makes his way into McLaren hospitality that morning. “Uhm,” he says, eyes flicking down to the obvious bulge in Oscar’s hoodie pocket.

“Don’t ask,” Oscar says. “He’s refusing to get out of there.”

Lando chooses that exact moment to poke his pointy little snout out of the pocket, and blearily glares at Kim before tucking himself back in. He’s had this strange obsession with Oscar’s hoodies that Oscar’s long since given up trying to figure out. Nowadays he just accepts all his clothes are perpetually covered in white hair and that he sometimes ends up playing Taxi Piastri all weekend, especially when Lando’s having a bit of a rough one.

Which he’s been having a lot of, with the whole championship thing.

“Do I, uh. Does he want breakfast too?” Kim asks, still eyeing Oscar’s hoodie as Oscar sits down on the chair across from him.

Oscar shrugs. “Lando? Breakfast?”

His hoodie lets out a pitiful squeak. “Just a chicken wrap, if they have it,” Oscar translates.

“Right,” Kim says, and with one last wary look, makes himself scarce. Inside Oscar’s hoodie pocket, Lando lets out a content little noise, and snuggles ever so closer to Oscar’s abdomen.

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There’s two giant ears poking out of Oscar’s suitcase. He squints at them as he walks into his hotel room. “How did you even get in here?” He asks, as he shucks of his McLaren branded hoodie and throws it in the direction of the suitcase. A singular paw emerges from the mess and drags the hoodie closer, so the ears are now covered.

“Just because I can see you doesn’t mean you’re not there,” Oscar says, shaking his head fondly as he flops down on the bed. “Also don’t think being cute will get you out of explaining how on earth you got into my hotel room.”

His suitcase squeaks. Oscar rolls his eyes and turns on something on the TV, propping the pillows of his bed up and settling in against them.

When he startles awake, roughly two hours later, he has a bundle of happily purring fennec fox curled up in his arms.

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Lando has the zoomies. Oscar can hear, through the thin wall of his driver’s room, the telltale patter patter patter of Lando’s paws, the occasional crashing sound when he knocks something off something. Oscar sighs, hoists himself off the couch, goes to see what’s going on.

“Wanna talk about it?” He asks, leaning against the doorway as fennec fox Lando zooms over the couch and faults over the massage table. “Come on, bud. You can’t go into the car like this.”

That seems to do the trick. Unfortunately fox Lando decides to change back into human Lando halfway his jump towards the closet, and so he ends up flinging himself bodily into it. Oscar rushes forward and only just manages to catch him when he stumbles back. “Careful,” he says, softly, looking down into Lando’s greenbluegrey eyes as Lando smiles a little bashfully at him.

“My hero,” Lando says, bites at his lip.

“You want to tell me what’s going on?” Oscar asks.

Lando rights himself, steps away from Oscar’s arms. Oscar tries not to be too sad about that. “I, uh. It’s kind of. It’s stupid?”

“Okay?” Oscar asks, trying to sound as non-judging as possible. “You can still share.”

“Right. Uh. Hey, so. Remember how like. I love your hoodies?”

Oscar snorts. “Vaguely,” he says.

“Well, okay, turns out I uh. Also love. You.” Lando stares at him with those big eyes, hopping from foot to foot.

“Me,” Oscar parrots.

“You,” Lando says. “So, uh. That.”

“Ah,” Oscar says. “You know, that does like. Explain a lot.”

“Does it?” Lando asks, chewing on his hoodie string now. Actually, on further inspection, it’s totally Oscar’s hoodie.

“It really does,” Oscar says. And then, because it’s rude to keep someone waiting, kisses Lando square on the mouth.

Lando, clearly surprised by the move, squeaks, and promptly turns back into his fox form.

Right. Okay. That’s going to need some work, probably. But that’s fine. Oscar’s got time. Their whole lives, if Lando lets him. For now, he’s content with kissing the little fox between his giant ears, and trying not to laugh too hard when it turns back into a very disgruntled yet slightly embarrassed looking Lando.

[eclec-tech]

These Are a Few of OUR Favorite Things (Clone Fandom Edition!)

I made up a little holiday ditty today as a gift for my fellow clone fans! 🧡 I think you all know the tune, but here it is in case you don't. (cut and paste bake graphics by @saradika)

Snow-covered planets and whiskered commanders Bright blaster fire and unfair Fox slanders Tattooed skin flexing on pretty “short kings” These are a few of our favorite things

Muscular torsos on handsome Tup doodles Oh, how these dear men turn us into noodles Snipers that shoot men beneath vultures' wings These are a few of our favorite things

Boys in white armor with bright blue paint splashes Wolf packs and medpacs and sexy mustaches Silvering temples and injured in slings These are a few of our favorite things

When cadets fight When drunk clones sing When I'm feeling sad I simply remember our favorite things And then I don't feel so bad

(Well, OF COURSE I did the second half of the song too!)

Raindrops on helmets in angsty clone fanfics We all love reading those Domino antics "Brown Eyes" in goggles fixing starship dings These are a few of our favorite things

White eye prostheses and scomps on ARC troopers Bomb shells and bunk smells and daring bike swoopers Rescues that wind up on keeradak wings These are a few of our favorite things

Shinies in full kit with tibanna blasters Really weird haircuts and tattoo disasters Clones that choose farming, kids, and wedding rings These are a few of our favorite things

Rishi eels bite Yalbec queens sting When I’m feeling sad I simply remember our favorite things And then I don't feel so bad

[yiiyiiwrites]

❄️ Winter court reader headcanon ❄️

Summary: hailing from the winter court, you’re drawn to one of the acotar men (multiple headcanons, just a brief set for each one)

🔥 Eris

Eris teasing your cute little dark blue embroidered coat lined with fur and two white pom-poms (thinks you are cute which angers you more)

“I think you need cool down autumn Prince.” Used to be said in a way to cool his anger. “Is that a threat?” But you use it for when he’s flustered

Hated each other to begin with, you thought he was too hot headed and he thought you were too detached and cold

“Do I need to warm you up my dear.” When you’re feeling cold

Using your snow manipulation to make snowballs and play fetch with Eris hounds

Gives you a fox for company when he’s not there

Sad that you don’t need your winter coat, but Eris gets a thinner coat for you made exactly like the one from your court

Walks through the forest are your favourite moments, the colourful leaves falling like snowflakes. Watching the hounds leap out of piles of leaves and nudge you closer into Eris’s arms

🦇 Azriel

Tiny snowflakes following around his shadows. Always a part of each other together

You have a pet snow fox that likes to nap on your faux fur hats, which always gets Azriel when he open the wardrobe. Fangs out as it jumps at him, but it’s become a game

Soothing his burns when they itch, the coolness of your hands in his taking his mind of it

He likes going to the winter court with you, which is a lot during the summer when you miss the snow

You got him a fur lined hat and the boys have teased him ever since, but he still wears it

Turning his shadows to ice before they can scurry back to him. Gives you a head start before anything can get back to him

Telling him about the dragons in the winter court mountains, he’s still not sure if you’re being serious or not. His shadows have definitely tried to seek them out whenever he’s in the winter court

He gets you a polar bear teddy after you tell him how much you miss seeing them in your home court

🦊 Lucien

You accidentally killed a garden in the spring court with frost after an argument with him

Charmed his way into your heart, you froze his hand when he first held yours and he hasn’t let you forget about it

“Do I make you melt?” 🫠

Lucien spending most of his time with you in the winter court when he’s not working away

His touch is sometimes too hot “do you burn for me?” You’re used to the cold so it takes a while to get used to it

Going to the human land with Lucien during summer and vowing never to go there again. You wouldn’t listen to him that you didn’t need to wear as many layers

When you’re stressed you turn ice cold, Lucien hugs you tightly to calm you down and warm you up

🦇 Cassian

Cassian’s first meeting with you was him asking about how to construct the best snowball for best impact.

Debates on the best snow Illyrian mountains vs winter court

The story he tells everyone about you finally falling for him. “Heart frozen, can you believe it.”

You are a valuable member of the winter courts army. Which means you get called back to train new recruits and keep up with latest news (cassian likes meeting you at night in your military bunk, makes him feel younger sneaking around)

Knows when he’s pissed you off as the whole house is cold, maybe even some ice trailing down the hallway

Would put a snowflake in a locket so you always have a part of home with you 🥲

The sword you keep beside you is made of ice and each time he’s tried to pick it up, it shatters. You tease him for being too strong, but don’t tell him it’s because your skin runs a lot colder than his

[monstersandmaw]

Male fox spirit x female reader (nsfw)

Disclaimer which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

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Commission #4 in the list of 5! Thank you for trusting me with your prompt:  female reader saves a dying fox on her way home from work, who turns out to be a fox spirit. I hope you like it!

Contents:  Fox suffers a spinal injury when hit by a car (not the reader’s); there’s some magic; some domestic fluff; oral sex, fingering, him coming on her; and a sweet, fluffy ending.

Wordcount: 4400

Driving rain greeted you full in the face as you shoved open the main doors of the building and burrowed down into your coat, drawing the hood tight around your head in a vain attempt to keep the weather out. Nights like this — cold, damp, and at the tail end of winter before Spring took a proper hold on the land — were truly miserable.

Your fingers were half frozen by the time you had fumbled the keys out of your pocket and clambered into your car, and you fired the old thing up with a hopeful grimace that it would start. It coughed to life and you uttered a little prayer of thanks to whichever gods or spirits out there might be listening. “Now if only you could do something about my pathetic love life as well,” you said to yourself as you reversed out of the parking space and headed towards the main road. “Wouldn’t that be perfect?”

Half an hour outside of town, your headlights flashed over something lying on the side of the road, sprawled halfway across the white line, and you swerved instinctively to avoid it. Mercifully there was nothing coming in the other direction, or you’d have caused a serious accident. Adrenaline spiked through you and you slammed on the brakes.

The flash of golden-red you’d glimpsed had told you it was a fox, but it had had its head raised and it had been looking at you with its eyes flaring yellow in the headlights, but the expression on its face had struck you to the core. It had looked… resigned. Like it knew you were going to hit it. Like it knew it was going to die.

“No,” you said through gritted teeth.

You had some old work gloves in the back of the car from when you’d taken a load of stuff from the garden to the dump a week before, so you put your hazards on and slid out of the driver’s side door and into the worsening storm. You cursed softly, squinting amid the stinging rain as it struck your face like little iron nails in the gusty night. You cleared a space in the trunk for the fox, spreading an old picnic blanket out and grabbing those thick leather gloves. No need to get rabies if the thing bit you before you could get it to an animal clinic in the morning.

You knew it was a stupid thing to do, that cars hit wildlife all the time, and you really weren’t equipped to deal with it, but you couldn’t just leave it there when it had looked so sad; black ears drooping, eyes wide, mouth slightly open.

Making your way along the edge of the deserted road with only your phone torch to light the way, you found the spot where the fox was still lying on the asphalt, and crooned softly to it. “Hey there,” you said, feeling a bit silly. “It’s ok. I’m not going to hurt you. It’s alright. Let me help you out… Let me take you home and see if I can take you to a vet in the morning…”

When your light found its back legs though, your heart sank. They lay limp and slightly twisted to one side. Its back had been broken by the impact with a vehicle.

“Oh baby,” you said, fighting sudden tears. “It’s going to be ok…” you lied.

Was it like with humans? Should it not be moved with a spinal injury? It would probably die anyway, or they’d recommend putting it down. You could at least take it in and keep it warm for its last few hours. When you knelt nearby, it just laid its cheek down on the cold tarmac, defeated, and let out a long, broken whimper.

“I’m going to pick you up, ok? Please don’t bite me. God, this is such a stupid thing to do…”

The fox licked its shiny black nose and just blinked slowly at you.

When it made no move to attack you or snap at you when you got nearer, you scooped it up and marvelled at how light it felt in your arms, its lovely, russet fur damp and matted.

“There,” you said, cradling it in your arms as you carried it back to your car. ‘Him’, not ‘it’, you saw when you set him down on the blanket and stroked his head and neck. He murmured softly, the sound almost a purr, and you swallowed thickly. He was so weak, you wondered if he’d even survive the journey home.

Five cars overtook you as you drove on after that, all beeping and honking their horns and flashing their lights to get you to go faster, but you absolutely would not be bullied into making this last car ride hell for the little, injured fox.

It didn’t take very long to set up a cosy den of blankets and towels in the kitchen by the radiator, and when you were satisfied that it was as comfortable as you could make it — and that any mess would be contained in an area with tile floors — you went back for him. He was still lying on his side, exactly as you’d left him, but his eyes seemed brighter and more focused, and his ears pricked up when you opened the trunk up and gazed down at him.

“Alright?” you asked and he gave a soft snuffle that was half-sneeze and half-chuckle. “You’re awfully perky for someone who’s just gone head-to-head with fast-moving traffic, buddy,” you smiled. “Maybe you will be alright. Ready to go inside?”

You had your gloves on but it didn’t feel like you really needed them, and when you settled him down on the veritable blanket fort inside, he heaved a great sigh and nuzzled his cheek against the fabric with a rumbling moan of contentment.

“You hungry?” you asked. “I don’t have much that’s fox-friendly, but I think there’s some ham in the fridge. Let me check.”

You offered him a saucer of water first, holding his delicate head up as he lapped steadily at it until he’d had his fill, and then you fed him little slivers of cooked ham which he took from your fingers like an absolute gentleman. “Aren't you dainty,” you chuckled as his small, sharp teeth pulled the next piece carefully free of your gloved hand.

He fixed you with such a flat, patronising look that you had to laugh.

The fox flicked an ear and looked away.

“Oh I’m sorry,” you said in a baby voice. “Don’t be grumpy with me, you precious thing… Here, have some more…”

He sneezed, then looked back at you and opened his mouth, head tipped back like a baby bird awaiting a worm.

“You’re not going to take it? You want me to feed you?”

He just stared at you without moving.

“Fine, your highness,” you said. “Anything for you.”

You let the piece drop into his tilted jaws, and then chucked him affectionately under the chin with your finger after he’d chewed and swallowed it.

He caught the leather of the glove’s fingertip in his teeth in a move that was so fast you didn’t even see it, but then tugged gently, insistently.

“I’m not taking this off,” you frowned. “You could have rabies for all I know.”

A tiny, rattling growl, like the world’s tiniest chainsaw, rumbled out of him and he folded his ears back indignantly before pulling on the glove again. Then he let go, his ears pricked about as far forward as he could get them, and he stared expectantly at you.

“No way, friend,” you said, and stood to put the empty ham packet in the rubbish bin.

With your back to the kitchen window, a golden light flooded the room, and for a wild moment, you thought someone was driving straight at the house, headlights blazing. When you whipped around though, you froze. The light was coming from… from the fox.

“The fuck…?”

Your heartbeat started to race, and you weren’t sure if the ringing sound was coming from your own blood pounding in your ears or from something else in the room. The brightness reached such an intense crescendo that you had to look away, shielding your eyes with the crook of your arm until the chiming noise stopped and you lowered it cautiously back down, blinking.

There, standing in the centre of the room, was a man.

You took a step back, fear crashing in on your senses.

You looked around for something you could use as a weapon, but a warm, gentle voice said, “Wait, I won’t hurt you. I swear it.”

Again, you went still, and after taking a steadying breath, you turned to face him again, wide eyed and shaking. “What the hell?”

“Not hell,” he smiled, and you saw that he had warm, tan skin and dark, golden eyes. His hair was a russet colour, and it fell in soft waves around his ears to the nape of his neck. He was slender, not especially tall, and he was quite possibly the most beautiful human being you’d ever laid eyes on. Except… there was still a kind of glow around him, like an aura, and his clothes looked like they belonged at a Ren Faire or something, though the dark green, belted and embroidered tunic was finely tailored and his dark brown boots looked soft and well worn. Tiny points of light, like fireflies, twisted slowly through the air surrounding him before vanishing into a miniature, glittering starburst.

“You’re not human,” you said, despite how crazy it sounded.

“No,” the man replied with a smile. “No, I’m not. But you didn’t know that when you took in an injured fox and cared for him.”

“You’re the fox,” you blurted without thinking.

“I am. Sort of,” he smiled, and you saw that he had perfect, white teeth, with slightly more pointed canines than humans usually did. “I’m a fox spirit. There are all sorts of us, and we’re known by many names all over the world, but the most famous is probably the ‘kitsune’ thanks to modern media.”

“Oh,” you said, only half aware that your vision was darkening around the edges until it was too late. The blood roared again in your ears and your knees went out from under you. The last thing you saw was a flicker of a frown on the man’s — kitsune’s — face before he lunged towards you with hands outstretched, and the world went black.

You stirred and found yourself lying on the sofa in your sitting room, with your feet raised about a foot or so off the seat cushion, and a stranger in green standing over you, holding your legs up by the ankle. The kitsune. The fox spirit.

“Got to say, that’s the first time someone’s actually fainted because of me,” he said with a smile, lowering your legs back down and stepping back. “Are you alright?”

“I fainted?” you asked stupidly, pushing yourself upright and swinging your legs slowly off the sofa and onto the ground. You swayed a little, but didn’t pass out again.

The fox spirit nodded, his lovely hair shining with strands of bronze and copper in the low light of the room, gold eyes glowing as if back-lit. “Thank you for saving me,” he said in a quiet, earnest baritone.

“Did I, though?” you asked, staring openly at him. “I mean… you’re… magic, right? I saw the way your legs were just… Your back was broken…”

“If you’d hit me with your car, or simply left me there for the next driver to do the same, then I wouldn’t have survived. We’re tough, and our magic can heal most things, but not that.”

“Oh.” And then your cheeks went hot and you looked at the carpet, “I’m sorry I baby-talked you like you were an actual animal.”

He laughed; a beautiful, bright sound like dry autumn leaves in clear sunlight. His head tipped a little way back and he looked truly delighted. “You weren’t to know,” he said, still chuckling. “And you’re not the first.”

“Oh,” you said, like a broken record.

From where he stood nearby, the fox spirit smiled at you and then inhaled deeply. “I… should go,” he said, his golden eyes turning a little sad. “Let you return to your life…”

“Wait,” you called from the sofa as he turned away. “What’s your name?”

He cast you a look over his shoulder and the smile he gave you was wry and amused. “You may call me Rowe.”

There was a nuance there that you weren’t understanding, but you told him your name in return, and he inhaled suddenly as if you’d struck him.

“You would part with your name so carelessly?” he whispered, brows pulling together into a frown of utter confusion. “You…” and then his expression cleared and his shoulders dropped. “You have never had dealings with the fae, have you?”

“The… fae?” you stuttered. “Like… fairies?”

The smile that replaced the frown was patient and amused in equal parts, and he sighed and shook his head. “Well, here’s your first lesson. Never tell your true name to a fae.”

Again, all the sound that escaped you was a dull, “Oh.”

He exhaled and approached you, and you tried not to lean back, to lean away from him. This whole night had gone from bad to utterly bizarre in the blink of an eye and you felt a little sick from the whiplash.

To make matters all the more confusing, the strange man knelt before you, sweeping his long, otherworldly tunic out of the way as he sank down onto one knee like he was going to propose or something, and he bowed his auburn head. “You saved my life without thought of debt or repayment, and in recognition of the gift, I give one of my own. I bind your True Name to my heart and hold it there in silence. I may never speak your True Name aloud unless you give me leave so to do. This I swear upon my spirit and my magic and my own True Name.”

The air in the room prickled like static and you had to fight the urge to see if your hair was standing on end. Goosebumps flickered along your arms and legs, and you drew in a shallow breath. “Anything else I should know about?” you asked faintly.

He looked up at you and shrugged. “We’re allergic to iron,” he suggested. “And we’re overly fond of cream and sweet cakes…”

“Sweet cakes,” you repeated thoughtfully, eyes drifting towards the kitchen where you’d bought a strawberry sponge cake just the day before, and an idea half-formed in your head.

Rowe smiled and your heart slipped sideways in your chest for a moment. He was so beautiful it was almost hard to believe he was really there and really standing in front of you. Well, technically he was kneeling like a knight in a fairytale. Fairytale indeed, you thought.

“You don’t have to go,” you whispered.

You were afraid of sounding childish, that if you spoke too loudly, he would think you desperate and would laugh at you, but all he did was tilt his head to the side the way he had done as a fox, and he nodded once. “Alright,” he said.

“I mean, don’t feel like you have to stay either,” you babbled, making a rather pathetic, flapping gesture in front of you with your hands. “I just meant… you’re welcome to stay if you want to. I was going to cook some dinner and watch a movie… eat cake for dessert. I thought… I thought since you’ve had kind of a rough day, you might like to just… chill out with me for a while.”

“May I help you cook?”

“If you… If you’d like to?” you said, standing carefully and holding your hand out to him to encourage him up off the floor.

He slid his warm fingers into your palm, and got to his feet with the grace of a prince, and offered you another smile. “I’d like that very much.”

Rowe stayed with you for a week. You explained that you had to go to work or you’d get fired, and when you came back on the first day, you expected him to have gone, leaving you wondering if the whole thing hadn’t been a hallucination brought on by the combination of a stressful week of work and the awful weather. But no, Rowe was there that evening, curled up as a fox on the impromptu bed you’d made by the radiator while the rain hurled itself at the window pane above him.

“Rowe, you don’t have to sleep on that!” you gasped, dropping your bag by the door and making him startle awake, ears pricked, tail fluffed up in rather adorable alarm.

In a flash of gold light, he was human again, standing beside the bed and smiling at you. “I don’t mind,” he chuckled. “It’s comfortable, and when I’m a fox, I don’t think in quite the same way as I do when I’m in this form. That’s how I got hit by the car in the first place… Please, don’t fret.”

You scowled at him, but relented, and asked him about his day. It seemed he’d spent most of it in his fox form, either out and about in the woods near your house, or sleeping by the warmth of the radiator.

“Didn’t you get bored here?” you asked.

“I could have done the housework for you,” he smirked. “But I thought that might have been an intrusion on your privacy.”

You laughed. “Thanks?”

After three days of sharing your space with him — he sleeping contentedly as a fox on the pile of blankets and you upstairs in your bedroom — you cleared your throat that evening as you sat together on the sofa like old friends, and said, “You know… uh… I… I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to come upstairs with me… I don’t want you to feel like you have to sleep down here like you’re a…” you trailed off, flushing hot with awkward embarrassment.

One russet-brown eyebrow climbed a little higher than the other. “… a what?”

“Like you’re some kind of pet… you know…”

Rowe laughed and, as it always did, your heart skipped a beat. His cheeks dimpled and Adam’s apple danced in his exposed throat and you ached. It felt like a long time since someone had touched you; since you’d been held, let alone kissed. He had a beautiful mouth, like he’d been made just to tempt you.

Some of your thoughts must have shown on your face because the laughter died in his throat and he fixed you with a look that was all concern. He murmured the name you’d given him permission to use when it was just the two of you and asked, “What’s wrong? I’m not upset about the animal comment,” he said, reaching for your forearm and trying to reassure you, but you shook your head. “Then what?”

Tears came unbidden to your eyes and you turned away. His hand felt hot through the fabric of your hoodie, but his grip was feather light. It would take nothing at all to pull yourself free, but the thought of it seemed overwhelming. “It’s nothing,” you choked, pressing your lips together and hoping he’d let the matter drop.

He didn’t. His eyes flared bright gold and he scowled at you when you risked a glance at him. “The fae can always taste a lie,” he said with the slightest growl to his voice. “And I can tell you’re hurting. We were laughing, and then… you weren’t. What changed?”

“It’s —”

A short, animal growl echoed in his throat but he bit it back, shut his mouth with a click of teeth, and glared at you.

“Ugh, fine,” you huffed, standing up and pacing across the room. “It’s been a long time since it’s been this easy around someone, ok? And it’s not every day that a handsome, cute guy with a great sense of humour shows genuine interest in me. I just wished, for like half a second, that you might be interested in me, but I get it. You’re not even human. I was nice to you. You probably feel obliged to stay here. You… You should probably go soon anyway.”

His expression turned from concerned to carefully neutral, and he stood. “If that’s the way you feel,” he said, “Then I can leave. But you should know that I’ve had a wonderful time with you, and…” he swallowed and took a breath, “I think you’re beautiful, through and through.”

“Please,” you scoffed. “Don’t bother trying to spare my feelings.”

“We can taste a lie, but we cannot tell one,” he said evenly. “I could not tell you that your clothes are yellow when they are not, nor that the sky is green, nor that you are not beautiful.”

You turned slowly around to look at him, and found him glowing gold again, those points of light spiralling lazily in the air around him. The slight shape of fox ears seemed to be picked out in two, brighter lines above his copper hair and behind him you saw a golden tail swaying back and forth. His eyes blazed bright like burnished bronze, and he was staring directly at you as he spoke.

“Oh.”

“I would very much like to stay with you, and share your bed, and, if you would let me, I would bring you pleasure too.”

Your breath hitched and you licked your lips. He even spoke like he was out of a fairytale. “You mean it?”

“Yes.”

“Ok,” you smiled.

Together, you tidied up the sitting room, and he followed you upstairs, still glowing softly, as if he were utterly contented and couldn’t help it.

Rowe undressed with you in your bedroom, baring a body like polished bronze; all lean lines and languid muscle, and you almost couldn’t look away. He asked if he could shower with you, and gently washed you and touched you, cupping your breasts and trailing his hands down your sides with reverent care. He passed his thumbs over your hardened nipples and kneaded your breasts until you gasped and tipped your head back, eyes closed. He teased between your legs with his fingertips, and then when you turned the shower off, he kissed your forehead. In a rush of magic, both your bodies were completely dry and your skin glowed softly with a thousand, dewy, golden sparkles. You beamed up at him, and he kissed you.

When he drew back, he led you by the hand into the bedroom and you lay down on the bed, heart racing. He knelt between your parted knees and you stared openly at his beautiful body. He looked like a statue come to life, and his cock had been more than half-hard ever since the shower, even as he turned his attention wholly on you and skimmed his palms up your thighs. You parted your legs a little wider for him and he bowed forward to kiss along your inner thigh until you shivered and lay back on the pillow behind you with a gasp.

He kissed you and tasted you, moaning softly before letting his tongue sweep up over you. He took your sensitive clit between his lips and kissed you there as well, and then he slid his arms under your thighs, lay down on his front, and you lost yourself to the pleasure of his mouth.

You lost count of how many times he made you come that night, with his tongue and with his fingers, but he never asked for more than you were ready to give.

“Come on me,” you murmured. You had no idea how well your current contraception would withstand a magical fae, but you were pretty sure you were safe with that, and when you asked, he nodded.

His fingers were slick from where he’d made you come, again, and he closed his hand around his cock with a low groan that dissolved into a gasp as he brought himself to the brink. He glowed gold again and you saw those ears made of light and the tail gleaming vividly behind him just as he spilled over your stomach with a muted grunt and another beautiful moan.

The golden light suffused the room, and you watched his expression as he came — open and vulnerable and achingly beautiful — and wished more than anything that he would stay.

When you woke in the morning, you expected to wake alone, but the warm pressure of Rowe’s body pressed against your back and the weight of his arm across your waist drew a little inhale of surprise from you. Apparently that was enough to wake him, because he kissed the back of your head and mumbled a sleepy good morning into your hair.

He was hard too, you realised, and you deliberately rocked your hips back against him.

Rowe let out a grunt and his hand shifted to your hips, drawing himself closer to you with a languid, answering roll of his hips.

“I don’t know if the fae have weekends,” you said, “But today is Saturday. I don’t have to go in to work…”

“Good,” he said. “I’m not sure I could let you go anywhere today after last night.” He said it with a laugh that told you he would let you do anything you liked, and you rolled over to face him. The softness in his smile brought one of your own to your lips, and he slid his hand down over your breast and then down between your legs.

Your eyes fluttered closed as he slipped his fingers easily inside you, and you rolled onto your back as he started a rhythm that would end in the kind of pleasure you had only ever dreamed of before him.

He smiled and kissed your cheek without his fingers once faltering, and whispered in your ear, “I’ll stay with you as long as you want me.”

You gasped and bucked, and almost missed his promise.

“I’ll stay with you forever.”

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[medra-gonbites]

Baldur's Gate 3 Companion Head Canon Disney Animation Edition

I think most people of my generation (I'm fairly old I suppose) and culture have a favourite disney animation film. Herego, of course I tried to guess which one it would be for our favourite weirdos.

My favourite is in there. Is yours too?

Lae’zel | Lilo & Stitch (2002)

Much like her, Stitch landed on a planet whose inhabitants won't let her murder and destroy stuff as she wishes. But she got attached and now you cannot get rid of her. Ohana means family and family means she’ll get you to that goddamn crèche.

Shadowheart | The Fox and the Hound (1981)

A story about adoption and friendship; what's not to like. Especially the friends to ennemies back to friends bit; weirdly relatable for her. Some scenes make her cry so much she needs to pause and cast restoration on herself. At least, there is a happy end.

Gale | Tangled (2010)

Yearning for something more while cloistered in a tower and being saved by a charming doofus. That's Gale right there: surrounded by sassy pets and singing by the window while brushing his luscious hair.

Astarion | Cinderella (1950)

He hates that he loves it. It’s practically his life, what with the terrible siblings and sadistic mother. Except he wouldn't need rats and mice to make a stunning dress… And he'd probably eat them… But safe from that, essentially the same.

Karlarch | Big Hero 6 (2014)

A tale of friendship, grieving and forgiveness. Being part of a little group of wannabe heroes for whom one would give everything; yeah that's what she's talking about. She might not be white and round but Baymax is her and she is it.

Wyll | The Little Mermaid (1989)

Save someone despite ones own safety? Check. Signing a very unbalanced contract that guarantees one would be screwed over? Check. Daddy issue. Check. Songs. Check, check, check! It's like he wrote the damn thing.

Halsin | Bambi (1942)

He's sad that there are no bears in this one, but other than that it's an accurate depiction of what he's seen in the forest while in wild shape (yes, even the ice skating bit! Rabbits do that).

Minthara | The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1996)

It's gritty, dark and twisted. She loves the music and takes great pleasure watching Frollo tumble to his death in a lava pool. Good smiting is good smiting

Jaheira | 101 Dalmatians (1961)

In a sense, isn't she responsible for a bunch of puppies and trying to save them from being skinned alive? Yes. Yes, she is.

Minsc | Ratatouille (2007)

He almost sued when he watched it the first time because he felt plagiarized: That's how he cooks with boo (except boo uses the hair on his back).

Gortash | The Great Mouse Detective (1986)

There is engineering, scheming, and disguise. Although to him it's a drama because the villain, the suave and manipulative Rattigan, who's the hero in his eyes, dies tragically and prematurely without carrying out his masterplan.

Orin | Aladdin (1992)

I have no explanation but I just know it's Aladdin.

What do you think? Any other character and their favourite Disney you can think about ?

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 12/24/2024

pair of portentous tuesdayposts: this one is christmas eve and the next one is new year's eve

trying something new with the reading section, where i list off a bunch of books i bounced off and briefly explain why. let me know if this is interesting, or if it's more interesting when i finish a book i sort of enjoyed and really dissect what didn't work for me like with that annoying evil wizard book a couple weeks ago.

listening

the true champ of the past few weeks has been friends at the table's (an actual play podcast about critical worldbuilding, smart characterization, and fun interaction between good friends) horror/weird west season Sangfielle, and i know i have listened to about sixty hours of it bc i have played about sixty hours of stardew valley. i am currently on ep 49, one before the last finale episode, and it feels like it is wrapping up in a very rushed and weird way? maybe i will feel differently after listening to the six coda episodes wrapping up everyones' characters?

the song of the week is fleet foxes’ white winter hymnal, which is morbidly festive without being strictly christmas-y and is not salting the open emotional wound within my chest that is The Holiday Season. album released 2008. christ im old

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reading

the concept of this gag award is EXTREMELY funny to me. i wish the EFF sent them a little physical trophy. perhaps a challenge coin.

bounced off a lot of stuff. the six larger books and the far top right are all from my absolute favorite thrift store with the worst vibes, who regularly has a 8/$1 media sale bc they actually want to be more of a kitchen goods and home decor thrift store and don't really want to constantly be overflowing with records no one buys. yet here they are.

i really do need to find a good indie used bookstore around here that will take books and give me back slightly more in store credit than in cash. bc i would like to fill some missing chunks of trilogies/fill out the star wars shelves a little more. but every time i have gone to half price books i have had an unpleasant time.

lumberjanes/bravest warrior/adventure time were not making me feel nostalgic and in fact made me quite sad instead (more in a memento mori way than in subject matter) so they're going to a friend's kid

glad i looked up Heartthrob (despite the really good premise of woman haunted by her heart donor) on my library's comic app bc the third one seems to mostly take place in a mental hospital which is really never a vibe i want

GRIFTER has art i don't love and a bland storyline about an ex-marine who is the saddest boy in the world and can also detect literal space aliens living among us. no thank you

tangle's game has a close-call near-sexual assault in the first chapter. no thank you! cool dystopic social credit score premise but no thanks!

gil's all fright diner is about the king of vampires and the duke of werewolves but they're hicks. the narrator hates that they're dumb hicks. did not jive with the authorial voice on this one

i bought Two Tickets to Tangiers in high school bc it looked cool and have only cracked it open now, almost fifteen years later. fifteen year old kay did not yet have the context clues from the cover that it would be a very racist travelogue

i need to stop trying agatha christie. i am never going to like agatha christie

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watching

somehow i have seen the first tinker bell fairies movie three times this week bc that's all my bestie's toddlers want to watch. a really stupidly stacked cast??? how did all these people have free time in 2008???

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playing

finished the community center in summer 2 of stardew valley (wildly popular and very intense farming sim) and would have finished it in winter 1 if not for the FUCKING pufferfish. i hate fishing minigames and i especially hate the fishing minigame in stardew so i am excited to leave it the fuck alone for a while.

my cauliflower got stupid mchugelarge?? i do not know why they did that. also a meteor fell on my farm and gave me a bunch of really valuable ore, just like real life meteors.

i do kind of regret picking the beach farm bc so much of my day is spent watering, but i am trying to lean harder into animal products and being more of a fun silly flower farm instead of the intense agriculture i find myself doing. i have the greenhouse, i have a small patch of sprinklerable land, i will simply make sure to buy some of every seed each season and if i really need something i will toss it in the greenhouse.

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making

people are being very gracious about their mediocre colored pencil portraits. most of my gift budget this year was two flat rate boxes to my siblings. silly little pet portraits are very cost effective if you already have art supplies, nice paper, gumption, and very cheap small frames.

[pettania]

Let me tell you a story

about a giant cat

ginger

like dry August grass

with a lone chest of white

and sad eyes

of green

as green olive oil

so often he squints his eyes

like has a thesis to study

‘cause here there’s not much of a sun

and when have you seen it last time

once

when autumn just started

he was a local mice’s bane

hey

that's the big ginger cat’s dugout

run for your life

pronto, pronto

they whispered one to another

Once he

tried to catch one of them

in a lazy

but phenomenal leap

flying over the stove

with the fire open and blue

and now burned

unkempt

funny curled

like one famous painter’s

and not-so-long-now whiskers

remind us of that epic leap

He’s sitting on the edge of the sleeping shelf

near the entrance of our dugout

covered with two layers of blankets

and watching something

through the little slits

or maybe

someone

an enemy or a friend

a fox or a human

he’s waiting

The cat knows

every small trail

every trench hole dugout

he has a secret

when outside roars and bellows

terribly loud and fearsome chaotic clamor

and the ground shakes

that’s ancient giants awaken

to go somewhere mind their own business

in a second, he jumps

into the hole in the sheathing

and he won’t lean out

no, no way

until the giants are tired

When he goes to sleep

he slowly stretches his tiny front paws

he dreams of summer

of an intact brick house

of chickens

that run in the yard

of children

who can treat with a meat pie

I accidentally drop my helmet

it falls into a mud

the cat awakens

squints his eyes

carefully checks his surroundings

that’s kin:

falls asleep.

The author of the poem is a Ukrainian poet, warrior Maksym Kryvtsov, who was killed yesterday. The cat died with him.

[mehiwilldoitlater]

Was I up all night reading yours fics , yes

Did your fics made me cry , also yes

Did your fics give the feels !! Also yes!

Please I am on my knees for you !! Please , PLEASE ! Can I please request a part 2 of wukong and his lover the white bone demon if not maybe reader finally meeting the white bone demon 👀🙏

Seriously your writing is amazing ! Your very talented ^^ !!!

from this

And this

"Finally! You're here!"

The young lady took the form of a small fox, jumping from the obsidian stairs of the palace directly into your arm. You caught her, laughing a little at her display of affection towards you. Yuán Fèn made a few giggles, finding the scene almost adorable.

"Hi Pingping, it's nice to be back!"

After some more scratches and some more small kisses on your china, the small fox jumped down again, retaking her more humanly form, hugging your beloved with the tenderness of a younger sister.

"Oh, I was so happy when you said you wanted to meet Mother! I wanted so badly to hear news from your engagement!"

"We were still working on that," said the monkey with a small shyness, scratching his head for the nervousness. You've informed your friend of the future wedding, and, as many, she was more than overjoyed about the news.

"We have so much to discuss!"

"Or," a calm but stern voice came from behind, followed by the gentle movements of silks and footsteps, "you can take your time questioning the young king while I discuss with Y/N the real reason for their visit..."

The princess's voice came to you, reminding you on why you asked for a meeting and for her counsel.

The young foxes pouted, looking at you with her big, sad eyes.

"Aaaw, you came for business! I thought we could have shared some time together..."

"I'm sorry, PingPing," you hold her hands, giving her a small squeeze. "I promise, as soon as I'm finished here, you'll have me as much as you want!"

"In the meantime," her mother stepped back again. "Why don't you show our young one your skills? You trained so hard, remember?"

"Oh!" She smiled again, turning on Yuán Fèn, who looked at you with a jolt of worry. He trusted Raksasi, but he was afraid to leave you alone in this...

"Come on, kind monkey! Come, come! Let's play a little!"

"Y-yeah, just..." He held your hand, looking at you with apprehension. "Are you sure you don't want me around?"

You nodded at him, unsure and yet firm at the same time.

"I... it's something that is about me... I want TK to solve it on my own accord..."

"Alright..." He sighed, kissing you gently, "Be safe. And whatever happens, call me, all right?"

"I Will..."

And, after another moment of hesitation, he let go of your hand, following the Fox Tona training ground.

The princess could understand your tension; in your letters, you were quite vague, but she had a few ideas of what the problem was.

"Come..." She started to walk, making her way to her chambers. "Let's talk while we drink some tea..."

///

Before I could realize what was happening, I could only see fog.

I'm sure to be in a forest; I can perceive the branches of the trees here and there, but it's unclear if they've lost their leaves or they're dead. They look like arms, stretching towards a dark, cloudy sky. The silence is unnatural; it's like the animals are gone; even the insects don't dare to disturb that quiet and ominous aura.

I'm alone, utterly alone. I don't need to call for help because I know that no one will answer me.

Then, in the fog, a figure emerged. I can't get anything from them; the fog is so dense that I can't see clearly their gender or their face, but I know them. I don't know why, but I feel like I've always known who this figure is, like an old memory that tries to come back.

They are looking at me, and so they start to take some steps towards me. They're close, and I'm afraid they want something from me, and I'm scared of what they want. I can't move, and they're so bare.  They open their mouth and...

"And then I woke up..."

The princess looked at you with an attentive expression, holding her cup with one hand while the other was busy massaging her chin, a concentrated look on her face.

"Every time I woke up, I felt like I had held my breath for hours! And every time, I feel worse than the last one! I can't even take a rest properly; that dream is literally consuming me!"

The princess lay down the cup, fixing one of her silky sleeves, observing how just talking about it made you so nervous by the way you were grasping yours. She noticed before, but your eyes looked tired, and the way your muscles relaxed once you were able to sit down in her private chambers gave out how ALREADY tired you were.

"Are you taking care of yourself?"

"...well...I can't say that sleep is doing fine. If I sleep, I dream, and I can't go back after that. Yuán Fèn is afraid that it could get sick if I keep it up like that..."

"Thought so, but... do you want to sleep?"

You stayed silent, avoiding her piercing eyes. Even without words, she got her answer.

"Avoiding it won't make it go away... and tell me, since when did this vision start to appear? You never had it before; do you have any clue?"

"Well..." You pondered a little, thinking about everything that could have triggered it... "... maybe... since when did Yuán Fèn and Wukong change places?"

"You mean when he merged?"

"That thing!"

She pondered a little, caressing one strand of her white unruly hair. She looked at you a few times; maybe there was an idea moving in her head, but she wanted to be sure...

"You told me that in your world you're... a little ahead of us, remember?" She finally spoke, "What is your knowledge of dreams?"

"Dreams?" You asked, clearly confused, "Well...technically we don't..."

She emitted a silenced laugh, then stood up and slowly approached you.

"Dreams are unclear...but what I think is that they can be a mirror...or a window to another planet of existence."

Her explanation, which was kind of cryptic, left you puzzled. Just like before. She sighed again, sitting near you with patience.

"What if, "she began, " maybe, just maybe... the one figure in your dreams is someone pretty close to the one that has been summoned once and now is trying to get in contact with you?"

"I would tell them to leave a message and LET me sleep."

"Y/n."

"I know, I know. Sorry..." You sighed, massaging your temples, knowing that this time some humor would not help you out from this one.

"Do you know what...who they are?"

"I'm sure you have your own idea about this..."

Another truth, even if, at least to you, seems pretty sketchy or at least difficult to be. The possibility that it was in fact her seems illogical, but even the old sage seems adamant about a connection between you and his old bride. Not to mention the fact that everything started just after that one episode...

You sighed, looking towards Raksasi, more uncertain about what to do.

"Do you...have any idea about what to do?"

"Well..."  She rose up "We'll need some incense as a start..."

///

Besides the sound of the candles that were lit and the bella that were attached tò your wrist, the sound of your mate were noisy in the silence of the palace.  He moved here and there, trying tò ease his nervousness by walking around the circle made with Sand where Raksasi had insteucted you tò sit. She was focused in Lit the candles around the area, making sure that the Place was free from others intention.

"Are you sure that there's no other way?!"

"Mother said that it's better like this than just dreaming!"PingPing retorted, finishing setting the bells on your other wrist. Yuán Fèn scoffed; the idea to let you try something that even in their own world was considered a risky move was beyond him. He kept on going in circles, looking at you, searching for even a small inch of indecision in your face, but, besides nervousness, you were fully aware of what you wanted to do.

"Dreams are not sufficient to let the two speak properly. One is stuck in a limbo, and the realm of the dreams has its own rules; we must let them meet in a neutral zone."

"I know that!" he exclaimed exasperatedly, "but in that neutral zone, who will protect her from...who knows who?!"

"Yuán Fèn, please," your voice came more like a prayer. "I wanted this...it's the only way...."

He reached you, careful to not destroy the circle made of sand, holding your hand. It was so pale; this lack of sleep was catching up to you.

"I don't want to see you hurt."

"She's been hurt more than me. If I talk to her, it's the only way to let me have some peace, then... it's a good idea to give it a shot..."

He wanted to dissuade you from this stupid and foolish idea, but you were always so stubborn! PingPing reached for his arm, caressing it with her usual tenderness.

"Mother will lead her step by step; you don't need to be afraid, Monkey."

Then, the swipt of silk called your attention to her slim and elegant figure. She seemed more stern than before, her hands connected to each other; she looked at you specifically with determination.

"We're ready. Let's start."

Yuán Fèn looked at you. One last time, searching for everything that could let him know that you wanted to give up. Instead, you kissed his hands, trying to ease his fears for your well-being.

"...Be safe, ok?"

"I will. Trust me."

He slowly LET go of your hands while Home and PingPing leave you alone in the circle.

"Remember," the voice of the princess came back, "if you feel overwhelmed or in danger, use the bells. We'll get you out."

You nodded, lying down on the cold pavement of the room. You breathed slowly and deeply, trying to concentrate only on your own thoughts, the only voice coming from the calming tone of the princess.

"Your breath is your step. The crossline between dreams and the nothingness is thin, so be aware. You must fall to go..."

You felt your body slowly falling down, like a rock that is sinking in a pond. Every sound started to disappear; nothing was there; even time had stopped. 

Darkness, the smell of the incense slowly fading, the tingling of the bells faded like the wind.

Then you opened your eyes.

You wondered if the nothingness was a mass of pure white, but what you found was an expanse of deep blue. No fog was around, only a few bubbles here and there. In the distance, shining small spots in the distance, like stars that shined from the distant skies.

You wondered if the nothingness was scary and empty; instead, you found somewhere peaceful and graceful in the eyes.

You looked around, wondering if you were actually there when the sound of a robe moving caught your attention.

Turning around, she was there. Her eyes fixed on you with a surprised expression. Her robes were colored in pure white, her long hair down, decorated, the tips slowly turned to a white tone.

She was nothing like you; her eyes were different, her body was different, her face was different, and yet you felt like meeting someone just like you.

She couldn't speak a word; she just stood there looking at you in disbelief. You grasped, standing up, feeling the urge to finally speak.

"I...I..." But what to say? She seemed frightened..."...You... You're... you're the one that had been visiting in my dreams... You're... you're the old sage wife, right?"

She seemed... scared, maybe nervous... She slowly nodded.

"...I-I'm Y/n!"

"...I...I know..."

You started to regret this. You wanted to talk to her, meet her, and now there you are, scratching your arm, nervous in a meeting that you weren't that sure to continue.

"You look tired..." She finally spoke; her voice was kind, soft, and delicate like a snowflake.

"Ah! Well...uh...I had a few bad nights.

"... I'm sorry..."

"It's... well, it's true... but you don't need to apologize! I... just... wanted to know... why?"

She looked almost embarrassed, not so proud of the fact that she had put you in such a state. She took a big breath, caressing her arm.

"... After I whispered those words to you, I wished that maybe, just maybe, I could talk to him again..."

You noticed her shoulder trembling, her eyes now full of tears, her voice holding some hiccups.

"I just wanted to see him... One last time... I'm sorry... please, I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to hurt you... I just... I..."

Her hiccups, her voice rumbling in a cry... She was holding her face in her hands, her cry now echoed in that deep blue, and you... you couldn't hold it.

She was a lonely soul, someone who had been suffering for so long, without anyone to share it. She had loved someone with all herself, and that love had hurt her in many ways, and yet she was there, hoping to be able to hold his hand again, to hear his lips speaking her name again.

You would have been the same as anything that could have happened to Yuán Fèn.

Your arms reached her, holding her in a warm embrace, with fear of walking up and losing her in this sea of tears. She stopped her cry, surprised by your act...and yet she cried harder, her delicate hands holding your robes. She felt that like she didn't deserve that kindness, and you were still there, holding her to let her pain get out.

"I want to help you," you whispered. "Tell me how..."

///

When you woke up, everyone was there around you. You had moved the Bells, fearing the worst; instead, you were calm and collected... and with news that Yuán Fèn hated.

"LET them...meet?!"

"It's possible, Mother?LET them speak?"

The princess pondered, looking at the two of you.

"It's not impossible... I mean, if both of them LET them take their body..."

Of course there was a small issue in the thing. The chance of them tò not wanting to let the both of you go and taking their bodies as their own.

"...She won't harm me...and she'll stop Wukong from doing some stupid act."

"How can you be so sure about it?"  Yuán Fèn asked you.

"...Because I trust her."

[summerofofelia]

My BL faves of 2024

We’re coming to the end of 2024 and so I’m reflecting on all the BLs I watched. I went through a major GMMTV phase in the middle of the year because I was super sad about life and distracted myself by going, “hey, what if I watched all the GMMTV BLs chronologically?” And for some reason I was like Yes. That sounds like a Good Idea. I ended up watching 21 and a half (the half is Cupid’s Last Wish lol).

But if we’re talking about actual BLs released in 2024 that I watched, here are my faves:

Favourite 2024 BL -

Four Minutes

What I loved about Four Minutes is that it existed in the morally grey. It dwelt in the cracks between black and white. It was told through the eyes of dying men reliving their deepest regrets and imagining themselves to be softer, better men.

The sex scene in episode 4 is my favourite sex from all the BLs I’ve watched this year. The juxtaposition between the dark, ugly world Great and Tyme find themselves in and the tenderness with which they treat each other in that moment is beautiful. And the fact that it was Great’s reimagination makes it so tragic.

Four Minutes ripped my heart out, played volleyball with it, stamped on it several times for good measure then shoved it back into my chest. And I thanked them for it.

I know that as the show ran its course, opinions began to divide, but for me, the only “bad” thing about it was that it was only eight episodes long.

Also the lighting design was *chef’s kiss*

My Top 5 BLs of 2024:

1. Four Minutes

2. My Stand-In

3. The Time of Fever

4. See Your Love

5. Century of Love

Favourite non-2024 BL:

My Personal Weatherman

Non-2024 runner ups:

Tale of a Thousand Stars (the scene where Tian tries to count all the stars broke me)

Dark Blue Kiss (I stand with my cancelled wife Pete)

Comfort rewatches:

History 3: Trapped

Bad Buddy

The Eclipse

And now for the awards…

Best Kiss - San & Vee (Century of Love, episode 1)

Special mention - Hotae & Donghui (The Time of Fever, episode 4)

Best Sex Scene - Great and Tyme (Great’s redo, episode 4) (4 Minutes)

Best “Alternative” Sex Scene - San’s wet dream (the one where Vee was an evil sexy nine tailed fox) (Century of Love)

Special mention - Fadel “taking care of himself” (The Heart Killers)

Best Health Code Violation - Oab and Plawan (This Love Doesn’t Have Long Beans)

Most Unhinged Babygirl - Ming (My Stand-In)

Poorest Little Meow Meow - Fadel (The Heart Killers)

Special mention - Great (Four Minutes)

Best Side Couple Give This Pairing Their Own Show Right Now No Seriously I’m Not Kidding GIVE IT - Fan x Tang/Aou x Boom (We Are)

Best Couple That Had Me, A Grown Ass Woman, Squealing And Kicking My Feet At 1am - Sean & Shaopeng (See Your Love)

Best BL That Made Me Feel So Soft And Warm But Also Shattered Me - The Time of Fever

Best BL I Watched Hunched Over On My Phone In The College Library Because I Couldn’t Wait To Get Home And Watch It Every Week - Jack & Joker

Best In The Context Of A BL I’ll Roll With It But If A Dude Did This In Real Life I’d Be Like BOY BYE - Methas buying JJ’s place of work like it’s no big deal (big yikes) (This Love Doesn’t Have Long Beans)

But let us not cast real world judgment on fictional characters. It ruins the vibes.

Best Okay This Isn’t A BL But My God This Ship Made Me Discover New Colours I Didn’t Know Existed - Zhao Yuanzhou and Zhou Yichen (Fangs of Fortune)

Most Tragic Case Of Second Lead Syndrome - Su Yin (Meet You At The Blossom)

Best Somebody Get HR On The Phone NOW - Elyes and Pat (Bad Guy My Boss)

Best Use Of Height Difference - Sean & Shaopeng (See Your Love)

And finally the very special award for Holy Shit My Life Will Never Be The Same, This Series Has Changed The Trajectory Of My Entire Existence goes to…

Word of Honor and The Untamed (don’t ask me to choose they both made me feel the full spectrum of human emotion)

[lgbtqreads]

hi! gay uncle book shopping for my trans nephew, he's 17 now so he's moving more toward adult fiction, he likes lyrical and slightly tragic books, he loved Song of Achilles, is reading Call Me By Your Name (and enjoying it) I was thinking about getting him House of Impossible Beauties and Dayspring, but I'd love some recommendations of books in that vain, adult, new adult or robust YA with a poetic writing style and maybe a little sad/tragic, bonus points if it has a transmasc main/major character because its always hard to find good books with trans male characters

The best uncles are book shopping uncles! In YA I really love Beating Heart Baby by Lio Min, which definitely has some sadness and a transmasc main character (and lovely writing). Another great one with a transmasc lead is Man O’War by Cory McCarthy; highly recommend. And one of YA’s most gorgeous writers, in my opinion but also many award committees’, Anna-Marie McLemore, has three books with trans boy leads: When the Moon Was Ours (m/f magical realism), Self-Made Boys (a historical t4t m/m Gatsby reimagining), and Venom & Vow (which is epic trans/bigender fantasy co-written with their husband, Elliot McLemore.) I’d say those are the most literary YA options, though if your nephew might like things with more of a thriller/horror bent, check out Andrew Joseph White’s books as well, starting with Hell Followed With Us.

In Adult, definitely check out The Thirty Days of Night by Zeyn Joukhadar (more literary) and Rules for Ghosting by Shelly Jay Shore (more commercial, but definitely hits the sad and lovely beats), and if he’s up for historical, Confessions of the Fox by Jordy Rosenberg, All the White Spaces by Ally Wilkes, or more horror-adjacent, The Woods All Black by Lee Mandelo. 

For books on my radar in 2025, in case he wants stuff to look forward to, I’d keep The In-Between Bookstore by Edward Underhill and Notes from a Regicide by Isaac Fellman on your radar, and I know Andrew Joseph White has an adult called You Weren’t Meant to Be Human coming up at some point, though that might be 2026.

Every one of those books fits the Ask with a trans male main character, so I hope you find some great books for him to love! 

[mostmagical]

reading year in review

posting this at the behest of @bittersweetresilience... 1-2 of my favorite fics that I read for each month of the year

I’m not tagging anyone in this other than mutuals who happen to be on the list because I DON’T KNOW. this is SCARY. I’m just a girl. what do I know about anything.

01 JANUARY

Graine de toi by MireilleTanaka (Miraculous Ladybug)

Ladybug and Chat Noir think they’re close, until they begin waking up in one another’s skin. AU: Adrien is homeschooled, and he and Marinette have never met

Body swap AND Never Met AU fic based loosely on Kimi na wa that lived in my head for ages. @blur0se sent this to me when we were just little baby new friends because she thought I would like it and she was exactly right because I loved it.

In Pursuit of the Uneatable by @nemaliwrites (Miraculous Ladybug

In a Paris where Lila weaves tales that blind the city, Marinette stands accused, isolated. Her parents' trust is shattered, her friends distant, and in battle, illusions blur the line between ally and enemy. As the shadows and uncertainty threaten to close in, Marinette finds herself turning to the last person who claims to be on her side: a boy in a white mask who calls himself a fox hunter.

This fic is so good and we are all blessed to have a chance to read Nemali writing… I feel awful because I still need to finish this fic but I think about it all the time. Nemali’s prose and Lila characterization, and just the general concept– AGH. Top tier.

02 FEBRUARY

never been in love by bittersweetResilience (Miraculous Ladybug)

Félix wonders if he has a heart. If he does, it doesn’t beat like that.

I love ace spectrum characters I love Sunny writing I love Sunny ace spectrum fic… Made me cry.

03 MARCH

watership down by bittersweetResilience (Miraculous Ladybug)

“Of course we get along.” Emilie’s hand reaches over to slip into Amélie’s. As always, her fingers loosen as soon as Amélie has reciprocated the hold. She swings their hands in a carefree arc between them, looking into the woods ahead, relying on Amélie’s grip to keep them linked. “We’re soulmates. No secrets between us.” Amélie and Emilie, through the years. A non-linear narrative.

This fic is sooo good you guys. So good. GAH. Sunny writing + Sunny Amelie and Félix, and complicated family relationships, and pretty prose and WATERSHIP DOWN. It feels like a coming of age film in your head.

Season of Giving by The_Rabbit42 (Miraculous Ladybug)

As Christmas draws near, Adrien and Marinette want to find special presents to give their partner and… other partner. Combined with Adrien rediscovering what Christmas is without his parents, Marinette getting sick, and Alya and Adrien becoming closer friends, it's sure to be a memorable holiday.

Honestly, this year, March was one of my lowest months for a lot of personal reasons, and I happened to stumble upon this Christmas fic and it just made me feel better.

04 APRIL

Maybe This Life by @coffeebanana (Miraculous Ladybug)

"Adrien's in the hospital." Woken in the dead of night by a series of frantic phone calls, Marinette finds herself boarding a bus from New York to Montreal instead of flying home for winter break. Not that she has a clue how she'll navigate living with Adrien—who definitely wants nothing to do with her since the break up—for the indefinite future. Adrien just wants to find the energy to convince Marinette he's fine—that she can leave. Because having her here hurts too much, and he's better off alone. At least, that's what he tells himself. They're an ocean away from home, stuck together in a one-bedroom apartment, in a city suffocated by snow. The distance between them has never felt so insurmountable. But maybe there's hope after all.

MTL fic… Sad, awkward exes fic. And CoffeeBanana writing. What more could you ask for in life…? So excited to see more of this unfold when Kayla is finally free from deadlines…

05 MAY

again. I didn’t do anything in May because I was 100%-ing ME3. and it ruined my life. (/pos) anyway. Mass Effect fic dump now

06 JUNE

picture perfect (get your head out of the sky) by luffia (Mass Effect Trilogy)

The logic of attraction is awful, and realising you have a thing for your undead human best friend who technically outranks you makes it all ten times worse.

This is just so funny. Jack torturing Garrus by pointing out his attraction lives in my head forever. Perfectly executed feeling of Oh. and then Oh no.

Beating Like A Hammer by skybound2 (Mass Effect Trilogy)

Garrus doesn't know if she is real, or a hallucination, but when Shepard storms back into his life on Omega, he finds that he doesn't much care. He just knows that he's not letting her go again, not if he can help it.

Shepard staying with Garrus and sending the other two squadmates to close the vents during his recruitment mission. Who would I be if I didn’t have at least one Omega fic on here. Be real.

07 JULY

it makes sense that it should hurt in this way (that my heart should break – and my hands should shake – ) by calypsid (Mass Effect Trilogy)

When Garrus gets home to Palaven, he finds something in his luggage he doesn't remember putting there himself.

I cannot explain to you how often I think about this fic. It’s short and sweet— Shepard isn’t even really there, but it’s just a fic that sticks with me so entirely. I actually need to go back to it because I think I was still lurking in the fandom and I probably didn’t comment, which is an absolute crime.

the view between by @bbutterflies (Miraculous Ladybug)

Adrien is standing at the front doors of the mansion. It’s abandoned now, though it doesn’t look much different. It feels safer somehow. He hates himself for thinking it. Father was a hero. His eyes burn and he fights away the guilt. Father was a hero and it doesn’t matter what else happened before because he’s gone. All Adrien has of his parents is the twin rings on his hand.

I've only read a handful of Post-S5 fics, but I read this one and it hit sooo well. It’s so sad and haunting and such a lovely peek into Adrien’s brain.

08 AUGUST

大鱼 by bittersweetResilience (Honkai: Star Rail)

It feels like lightning, the thrust of the spear through him. The same lightning that crackles at his fingertips, that arcs up his spine, that dances over his skin like fireflies in those winedrunk memories. Bandaged hands and bleeding ink and a hundred thousand fragments of abundance and destruction. or, Jing Yuan lets go of these seven hundred years of dreams.

Well of course. I gotta. The Renjing character study of all character studies (I’m unqualified to say this). I love this fic because first of all, Sunny prose is always beautiful, and second of all, Sunny loves this fic. I love what Renjing did to your writing. I love that you started writing more fluff and AUs and reading Chinese fic, and I know this fic is a big part of the journey. I loved reading it.

Well. Fuck. by quondam (Mass Effect Trilogy)

When he least expects it, Garrus finds Shepard at the door of his apartment on the Citadel, looking for a place to spend the night. Set between ME1 & ME2. Prompt called for a fill on humor & sex.

This is my favorite Shakarian smut. I don’t read a TON of smut. But I love this one. SO much. Amazing humor. Post-ME1, pre-ME2, with a very in-character Garrus. And I love that awkward ME1 Garrus.

09 SEPTEMBER

Marked Introductions by Feynite (Mass Effect Trilogy)

The words on Shepard’s forearm are… not in English.

I love the world-building in this fic and specifically the thought put into the turian language aspect. They even used phonetics… I cheered in my bed with my Bachelor’s degree. It’s actually bookmarked with a note that just says “LINGUISTICS” because I got so excited.

the light that throws itself on everything by @asukiess (Miraculous Ladybug)

the light that throws itself on everything, stretching twice, at dusk and again at dawn, agrees to stay, but only for a while.

This is it. The fic that revived my love of poetry. The reason I write fandom poems now. It’s everything… It’s the light… The light throwing itself on everything… Tragic. Gay. Poetry.

10 OCTOBER

Observations Upon Waking by interventionsandlullabies (Mass Effect Trilogy)

A collection of moments in which Garrus wakes up and takes in his surroundings. Some better, some worse. Some best.

I adore this author’s internal monologue for Garrus so so much. Cathartic post-ME3 fic. A little sad, but then a lot happy.

11 NOVEMBER

Edge of Yesterday by @that-wildwolf (Mass Effect Trilogy)

The war is over and Shepard's still alive. Except she doesn't really understand what war everyone is talking about, or who half of these people are... The last thing she does remember is the Normandy blowing up over Alchera. Which apparently was a few years ago, and things had changed a lot during that time. She doesn't even know which bothers her more: that everyone wants her to be someone she's not, or that Garrus has been strangely distant ever since she woke up... TL;DR: Shepard survives but loses all her memories since her death in ME2. Shakarian angst and regular angst, all mixed up together into a nice hurt/comfort cocktail. Despite the scary tags this has a happy ending.

I think I’ve been pretty loud about how much I love this fic, but why not be a little louder. This is probably my favorite fic I’ve read this year. I cried so many times, stayed up so late reading some nights, and I still think about it all the time. Some of my absolute favorite tropes done exceedingly well, and just all-around wonderful character moments. And I even made a friend out of reading it, so I doubly win.

Change Starts With Today by ThatWildWolf (Mass Effect Trilogy)

From the records of Doctor Marta Domańska, professional psychiatrist specialising in trauma: 2188, one year since the conclusion of the Reaper War. Patient admitted to psychotherapy: turian male, 25 to 30 years old, shows signs of deep-rooted psychological trauma. Admitted to therapy after losing a loved one; patient classified as high-risk. Advised course of action: continue psychotherapy and monitoring patient's state. Prescribe mood stabilisers if needed.

I would be remiss not to include this. A lovely little companion piece to EoY with an amazing Garrus character study and a very lovable OC. Makes my heart ache all over again. Reliving the magic, really.

12 DECEMBER

dreamt a cipher by @milkywayes (Mass Effect Trilogy)

Her own personal Noverian peak. That’s what it was supposed to be. Nothing but the discovery: no distractions, no comfort, no windows looking out—no familiar faces. But it's starting to look like her winning streak might have ended in that pile of Citadel rubble, if it ever extended that far to begin with.

Another fic that has been on my radar forever but I didn’t read until the end of the year. So sad, but also such great humor and such a compelling mystery that it all balances out perfectly. Wonderful world-building, incredible characterization, and honestly? Jealousy-inducing prose, it’s so good— so much so that I’m almost embarrassed to tag milky but I have to… milky deserves to know…

Tomorrow's Light by ThatWildWolf (Mass Effect Trilogy)

Garrus asked Shepard to move to Palaven with him. Things are looking up and rebuilding after the Reaper War is well underway, but loneliness and pain take their toll nonetheless. An examination of life and love in the wake of incredible trauma, of a galaxy torn apart and put back together, through the lens of two people. [Post-canon, Shakarian, equal parts fluff and angst.]

Am I the luckiest girl in the world that an EoY follow-up fic was published the month after I read EoY? I think so… This fic was lovely and cathartic and I love the way Wild gets into their brains…

[ghostsnugget]

I didn't get a lot of feedback on my last post but I'm so glad so many of you liked and reblogged. Here's part 2 of temp on Base.

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"FOX TROT..." You respond, your call sign earning a couple of approving murmurs. "Very nice, well you talk to the team...eat...get as settled in as you can in a military base. And don't worry, they won't cause you any trouble." Price says with a chuckle, turning and walking away.

As much as you want to believe him the dirty looks they're giving you says different. You can't see Ghost's face but his eyes say it all. A cold chill creeps it's way up your spine and your face starts to burn. Gaz smacks the table softly and stands up. "I'm gonna go to the gym. I suggest you guys do the same, we have a big day tomorrow." Gaz says before turning and walking away.

You finally look down to see what was for lunch and see on your tray a sad looking Salisbury steak and some half mashed potatoes. In a little bowl in the corner of the tray are some brown string beans. They look like they were cooked too long. 'prison food' is all you can think as you look at this sorry excuse for a meal.

After contemplating your life choices for a minute you finally decide to eat. You have to hold back a gag as you eat the string beans. Maybe this is why everyone looks so grumpy. While you were zoned out apparently Ghost and Soap had left. They left their trays half eaten on the table. Having skipped breakfast you forced yourself to eat it all.

After that meal you didn't know if it would be a good idea to work out so you went to your room. It was still too quiet. Walking through the halls was like you had some how made a wrong turn and fell into the back rooms. Your room wasn't much better, it was the horrid color as the halls and the air smelled stale. They obviously didn't get many transfers.

Suddenly you thought maybe coming back here wasn't a good idea. It was cold in the room and the lack of air flow made you feel trapped. A Knock knock knock sounded at the door. The visitor kicked you out of your stupor, bringing you back to reality.

Opening the door you're met with Price's friendly smile. "We're having a meeting in an hour. Meet me in my office when it's time. Oh and change into your pt uniform." Without wanting for an answer he turns on heel and walks away.

Quickly you get changed so you're ready when the time comes. Your uniform is a pair of black basketball shorts, a white T-shirt and a pair of tennis shoes. Now is the hard part, finding something to do while you wait. The only things you brought were a book to read and a sketch book.

Neither sound appealing right now so instead you think it might be a good idea to take a walk around the base. Most of the halls seem the same. Eventually you find your way to the k9 training unit. Gaz is there, feeding the dogs and tending to the kennels. When he finally turns around and sees you he greets you with a smile.

"Hey, life on Base going okay for you so far?" It's a complete 180 from how he was in the chow hall. "It's as boring as boring can get, not much to do outside of training and what I brought..." You mumble.

He nods, giving a dog a little scratch behind the ear. Suddenly he stands and says, "it's almost time for the meeting, we should head over to Price's office." He puts the dog away and waves for you to follow him.

Arriving at Price's office you find Soap and Ghost already there with him. You and Gaz take a seat, waiting for Price to begin. "I haven't told you all what's going on on purpose. We have a top secret mission coming up and we need to keep this as quiet as possible." His voice is tense and quiet.

He looks around at everyone in the room, almost like he's assessing how everyone is reacting. "It's time to start preparing for project graveyard. We're going to be wiping out one of the most powerful terrorist groups in Germany."

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I hope you like it, I'd love to hear how you think I could improve and where you would like to see the story go next.

[theendisneat]

"I love you, I love you, I love you." [Dying in their arms, pt.2]

Characters - Zhongli, Tighnari

Warnings - Blood, injury, death, angst

Word Count - 748

Zhongli

After the many years spent by his side, young you no longer were.

While once upon a time you danced for him, silk fabrics floating around you like waves as you moved your body to the traditional songs of Liyue, now the joints of your knees creaked and groaned as you shuffled from the bedroom to the kitchen. Once your lungs were strong and loud, allowing you to sing beautiful melodies that filtered through the walls of the shared home, and now it was hard to breathe.

Though you would never change a day of your long, fulfilling life, a small, sorrowful part of Zhongli wishes there was a way for him to make you immortal as seeing you now destroys him. 

You laid in bed, breath labored with a gentle smile. Your spindly hand was wrapped around his seemingly young one while he sat by your bedside, an unbelievingly heartbroken expression on his face.

“What’s got you so down?” Your squeeze to his hand was so light it might not have existed.

Zhongli was silent for a moment. “You’ll be gone soon.”

“I will, but don’t be so sad. I’ve had such a wonderful life with you. I’m happy.”

Hearing those words finally broke something and small tears trickled down the geo archon’s cheeks, though he refused to break down completely. “I’ll lose you.”

“Oh no. No no no.” You reach out, your shaking hand landing on his cheek to wipe away those overflowing tears. “I’ll be waiting for you, and when it’s your time, I’ll be there to hold your hand.”

Zhongli shakes his head. “But I don’t know if I can keep going without you.”

“Of course you can, my dear. I know you can. You are so strong and powerful. I know that, despite how you feel, you would never lay down and die.” You sighed heavily. “But if you need a little more motivation, if I find you on the other side too soon, I will be very mad at you.” You finished jokingly.

Zhongli seemed to understand your intentions and managed to huff out a small chuckle. “I understand, dearest.”

The rest of the day was spent with Zhongli by your side. He told you your favorite stories and brewed your favorite tea. He sat beside you and brushed his fingers through your stark white hair, caressing your cheek as the sun finally set and your breath slowed to a stop.

Tighnari

“Stop moving!” Tighnari practically growled. His small fangs were bared, not in anger but in fear, and his ears were flat against his head. 

You choked when your fennec fox doctor pushed down a little too hard on the hole clean through your middle.

An easy expedition with Tighnari and a few other researchers took a harsh turn when the rock under your feet had crumbled and you fell down a steep cliff. That cliff unfortunately led to a bottom of spikes, one of which you were impaled on.

Tighnari had stumbled after you, an unconscious whimper leaving him when he saw what had happened. Gently, he lifted you from the spike you were impaled on and laid you down against the grass, which was quickly being stained red. 

Tighnari knew you were a goner the moment he moved you. Your organs had been impaled and so much blood was spilling from your body it could fill a fountain. He scrunched his nose as he tried not to cry, pressing your wound harder than he should’ve despite knowing you would die in only a few minutes.

In your hazy state you reached up to grab Tighnari’s neck, your fingers tangling in the baby hairs of his nape. You weakly push his head down till his forehead touches your shoulder, gently kissing his cheek as you hear him whine sadly in your ear.

“Calm down Nari, just stay with me?” You mumble, your breath getting shallower.

“No, we- we have to get you to a- to a doctor. You’re bleeding.” Tighnari’s hands scramble for his backpack only to let out some mix between a growl and a whine when he found insufficient medical supplies.

“Nari-” You grabbed his bloodied hand, your fingertips rubbing against his palm.

“Stop talking!” He snapped, but his eyes widened with shock when he saw your still figure. “No…nonononono.”

His fingers slid along your neck, smearing your blood as he tried desperately to find your pulse. His tears finally fell when his attempts came up fruitless.

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