#not only have i wasted an entire Task but I have to do an equal and opposite Task to disassemble and return the thing!

[toasthaste]

i put together a whole cat gate to try to make gay baby jail real only to find out that the stupid fuck ass crown molding on the ceiling makes this style of gate impossible to use... I checked the fit before i put the whole thing together but not quite that thoroughly. kill kill kill death

[ohmytyong]

mark me in your heart [teaser]

PAIRING: drug dealer!mark x bartender!reader

GENRE: angst, smut, kinda friends with benefits au, bartender!renjun, best friend!renjun, action au

TEASER WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol, explicit scene of drug use, use of pet names

WC: tba (TEASER WC: 1,2k)

‣[PLAYLIST]: 505 by arctic monkeys, bad omens by 5 seconds of summer, slow down by chase atlantic, why do you only call me when you're high? by arctic monkeys, a little death by the neighborhood, okay by chase atlantic

SUMMARY: when a sensitive and broken heart meets another one of the same nature, their instinctive reaction is to seek comfort in each other, and in order to heal themselves, they both need to be equally strong and willing to put all their broken pieces back together. but sometimes, some hearts aren't strong enough to be saved; the only way to save them is if the stronger heart of the two is willing to take the risk and try for the both of them, whatever it takes.

A/N: i forgot how long i've had this idea sitting in my drafts. i think it's time it saw the light of day and i think it's better if i share this with you

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“Hey Renjun, pass me that glass” you said as you wiped the thick tall glass completely dry before you put it back on the shelf behind you. You were moving mechanically at this point, the exhaustion of the long night at the bar taking over your entire body. It was 5 in the morning and you had just barely managed to kick out some of the remaining drunk nobodies who were so wasted, that their toxic-infused brains couldn’t even give them the signals to move their own bodies.

Working at the bar wasn’t your dream job but it’s not as if you had a better choice. It was either a bartender or a stripper. Both of them sounded equally bad, so you decided to opt for the slightly better one. If you could even say it like that.

It wasn’t a particularly ideal job but it was enough to get you by. It earned you enough money to buy you food and pay the rent at the motel you were staying at, it got you as many free drinks as you needed to help your mind escape from all your worries and you also got to meet some relatively cool people, so that was somewhat good. The working hours weren’t such a big of an issue either, you couldn’t really sleep anyway. So you were fine with it.

Most nights, the bar usually closed at around 3 am. There wasn’t a set rule on this; it usually depended on how many customers there were and how much they were drinking. Your boss had suggested that you shouldn't keep the bar open all night long, so you kinda decided that it was best to close a few hours after midnight. You weren’t complaining about this though; the sooner it closed, the more time you’d have to get high with your co-worker Renjun at the alleyway behind the bar.

Unfortunately, tonight luck wasn’t on your side, as a group of friends kept on drinking more and more as the hours passed by, which meant that you and Renjun had to keep the bar open until later. You weren’t opposed to this idea, it only meant that you would earn a little bit more money. It was Renjun who started complaining, so he decided to take action into his own hands and practically dragged the drunks out of the bar.

This is how you ended up cleaning up the place this late, rather this early in the morning, with your co-worker. The two of you were too tired to speak, so neither of you made any efforts to spark up a conversation. You both just attended to your respective tasks, waiting for a specific somebody to show up.

Luck surely wasn’t on your side tonight. He would usually show up at around 3:30 am, right after the bar closed, and he would have all the stuff ready, just at the exact moment you needed it. Why was he late today?

It didn’t take a genius to understand that Renjun was clearly affected by the lack of the stuff. He moved around the place nervously, tugging at his hair and stomping his foot rhythmically. He was in a desperate need of it, and you would honestly lie to yourself if you said you didn’t need it half as much as Renjun did.

You put the last clean glass on the shelf behind you and went over to the storage room to grab a broom, so that you could clean the floor a bit while Renjun was still wiping the bar counters. As soon as you closed the door of the storage room, the little bell that hung above the bar’s front door rang with a tinkle and soon after it followed the sound of the so familiar footsteps you were waiting for all night.

“Hey kids, Santa’s here,” his voice resonated in the empty room as he waved a small transparent plastic bag that looked white because of its content. Renjun threw the handkerchief he was holding to the other side of the counter and dramatically jumped over it to go and hug the male who just entered. All of that just at the sight of the clear plastic bag with the snowy content.

“Mark, what took you so long my guy, I’m literally a dead man walking! Give this beauty to me,” Renjun exclaimed and snatched the plastic bag straight out of Mark’s hand. Mark smirked at what Renjun said and immediately started grinning at the sight of the boy’s eagerness.

Renjun went to sit on the bar stool closer to him and placed the bag on top of the counter he had just wiped clean. With slender fingers, he opened the plastic bag and dredged some of the content on the counter. With nervousness in his movements, he set the bag aside and shuffled through his back pocket to find his ID card. He started scattering the white dust all over the counter before he gathered all of it in a straight line with the help of his ID card. When he was satisfied with the result, he put his ID card back into his pocket, lowered his head to the level that his nose touched the cold surface of the counter, took a deep breath and snorted the entire line of crack, the product going straight up into his nostrils.

Renjun blinked several times before he slowly lifted his head. He scrunched his nose and wiped it with the back of his hand, his drowsy eyes looking surprisingly bright considering his state. “Man, whoever hasn’t done crack, never, they haven’t known the beauty of life yet” he chuckled. Mark smirked at Renjun’s comment and you couldn’t help but shake your head amusingly, a small smile creeping up at your face.

Renjun took the plastic bag with the rest of the cocaine and put it in his pocket. “This baby’s for me, thank you,” he amused and turned his heel towards the storage room. “Don’t come look for me, I’ll be right here. If I take too long to come out, then you should be concerned,” he said and closed the storage room door behind him; a scene that was surprisingly quite familiar to you.

You then set the broom down and walked towards Mark. “Hey” you whispered and Mark greeted you back in a low husky voice. “What took you so long? We were expecting you to come earlier” you asked him.

Mark shrugged and leaned his elbow against the counter. “I came by at our usual meeting hour and saw that you guys were still open. I couldn’t risk anyone seeing me so I decided to drop by later,” he said and you nodded in understanding.

“You do have more of those plastic bags on you, don’t you?” you asked him and he chuckled. “Of course I do, pretty. Let’s go outside and treat ourselves a bit, shall we?” he suggested and you nodded again, walking beside him towards the alleyway behind the bar.

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[count-lucio]

a series of ramblings on what Lucio's life looked like after losing his arm

all headcanon, of course. i wanted to touch on what Lucio's life looked like between losing his arm and commissioning his current prosthetic, as it's never directly touched on what he did with himself during that period. enjoy!

- i'd like to preface this by saying that it infuriates me how this is never touched on in the game because god! i cannot even articulate what a devastating blow that was to him

- i mean, quite literally, obviously, because he was injured to the point of needing amputation, but in a much deeper sense- Lucio turned to mercenary work after being chased away from his clan and homelands by his mother with nothing but the clothes on his back and a sword still stained with his father's blood the only skill he could really implore to, you know, survive, was what he had been trained to do his entire life, fight - and kill.

- so facing a substantial amount of healing time in which he would be heavily incapacitated, and knowing that even after that he would be incapable of returning to the only life he knew, he was nothing short of devastated. this was the second time in an incredibly short period where he was losing everything all over again and would have to claw his way back to a semi-comfortable life

- however, this time Lucio wasn't quite as alone. for the past few months Lucio had been employed under the previous count of Vesuvia- count Spada. Spada had taken a liking to Lucio, impressed by his skills in battle and charismatic personality- even moreso impressed at Lucio's dedication to his work, especially after seeing him lose an arm because he was too headstrong (or perhaps too arrogant) to desert the battlefield even when most of the men fighting alongside him had already been defeated.

- Lucio's first few weeks after his amputation were spent at camp, healing under the care of Nazali and Julian. however, no mercenary band stays stationary for more than a few weeks at a time, and Lucio was forced to admit he wasn't fit to fight - or travel anymore. as he was packing his things, Spada came to speak with Lucio, and asked Lucio to accompany him back to Vesuvia, offering him a place to stay at the palace for the foreseeable future. Lucio, equally fond of Spada, accepted immediately.

- Lucio healed quickly once in Vesuvia, becoming more and more invested in Spada's work and the comings and goings of the city as he did. Spada took quick notice of this and wasted no time in taking Lucio under his wing- he was an older man, with no heir or close family in Vesuvia, and admired Lucio's capability to be both ruthless and charismatic- traits he himself shared that made him an effective and respected leader.

- however, despite his fascination with Vesuvia, Lucio was still heavily impacted by the loss of his arm and was clearly not the same confident, boisterous man Spada had once hired. his newfound disability had taken a noticeable hit on his confidence and autonomy, and both out of concern for his friend and out of a desire to shape Lucio into someone fit to rule Vesuvia after his death, he took it upon himself to commission a prosthetic for Lucio.

- this arm was incredibly different than Lucio's current golden prosthetic- it was fashioned in a way that closer resembled his appearance during his mercenary days, made of a darker, more bronze-tinted gold and leather, with a much more practical design. additionally, Spada knew no magicians as powerful as Asra's parents, so Lucio didn't have nearly as much control over this prosthetic as his current- although it was still crafted with a few small enchantments that allowed for basic movements and crude fine motor skills.

- with this new prosthetic Lucio regained much of his confidence; and although he still struggled with many delicate tasks, he was no longer quite as defenseless. he was, of course, endlessly grateful to Spada- the two of them growing incredibly close, very nearly like father and son. it took little time for Spada to propose that Lucio inherit rule of Vesuvia after his death and Lucio, ever in search of power, gladly accepted. Spada took it upon himself to spend the next few years training Lucio, teaching him everything he knew in the hope that Lucio would one day become as powerful of a ruler as Spada was.

- eventually, Spada did pass, as his age and declining health caught up to him. in his death, he left full control of Vesuvia to Lucio, naming him his sole heir and entrusting him to rule the city. shortly after becoming count, Lucio commissioned himself a new arm- his current ornate golden one. Lucio felt both as if he needed a more powerful prosthetic to be an effective leader, and that he deserved such now that he was the count. however, his old prosthetic has remained safely in his room ever since, a small reminder of his friendship with the previous count. (Lucio could still wear it if he chose to, and perhaps even would if he needed to disguise himself! it certainly stands out much less than his golden one does)

[thecoolerliauditore]

Interesting perspectives.

I'm a big baby who mostly just dislikes LL for being the "meanest" season, with everyone backstabbing each other, no compelling dynamics as well as some of my least favourite dynamics in the whole series (truly it was the season that belonged to my beloatheds), and too many big groups (not fond of groups larger than 3, more than that makes interactions get lost and alliances weak in an uncompelling way. a duo/trio can realistically trust each other and have a personal dynamic, a quartet+ are just early episode roommates (this is a problem that is a result of the length of the seasons, I think if they were closer to 12+ episodes larger teams would work better, but I also think if a season stuck around that long everyone would be sick of it)).

And also yeah if you ask me to remember much of anything that happened in the last 2/3s besides an unrelenting wave of betrayals and abandonments I'd be hard pressed to think of anything. I can't even remember most people's last deaths. The map was also the most Eh map in the series, never knew where anything was, was all just ambiguous forest. Session 2 was good, though, entirely because of Lizzie. And, I also watch things as casual entertainment first and foremost, so most of my first watch enjoyment is "did this pov make me laugh/cheer on their antics". LL very rarely made me do either.

I waver back and forth between it and 3L being my least favourite, though, cause 3L was genuinely just kinda boring unless you cared about either desert duo or renchanting. And I kinda liked both but I didn't love either. People weren't as funny and didn't know each other well so they were awkward, they still didn't know what they were doing, and the map outside the desert was wasted (a particular quality of each season that people don't talk about nearly as much I think, setting quality). I can only enjoy it casually as background noise, I rarely get pulled in.

I know this one is an unpopular opinion because the last two seasons can't go a single episode without some controversy by monday, but to me the life series generally is one that gets better every season. Though I think SL was its peak even if it didn't have any particularly compelling teams, the gimmick was the best and everyone was at their funniest and enjoying themselves the most, the gimmick lent itself to being bent to the needs of the game such as lightening the blow of the wider gap of final deaths by having Jimmy return as a ghost, or giving the reds tasks to do damage. It was good at creating both personal moments and server-wide moments.

Double life is my favourite though, because no objective qualities can beat out favourite characters and first entry bias. Also the small amount of deaths and inherently having someone to share it with made every single one memorable, and it had one of the best maps with the ancient city and canyon. And every single team memorable and well-utilized base, as well as being the season that finally forced everyone to get to know each other which the later seasons benefited from greatly.

Yeah, in my head 3L and LL are slightly like test runs and DL is where the series really got on a roll. Grian said they didn't even know what they were getting into with 3L and I think you can tell that by the over-correction into DEATH game territory LL did before DL reeled it back in and they found more of a balance for the rest of the series.

(Actually "5th is the best, 3rd is my fav" is the exact same opinion I have about pokemon, funny enough. Maybe its something)

But I also think that comparing seasons is a bit like comparing apples to oranges since every single one is so different besides the base 'death game' concept. Like I like 24L and WL equal amounts but also they don't have a single thing in common so I find it hard to even put them side by side. And, of course, RL is just... its own thing entirely.

This is why I rotate stuff like the funny evil bdubs interpretation chart/cycle so much because essentially all the reasons you listed for disliking 3L and LL are reasons they're my favourites e.g. the awkwardness, the distrust you could feel in larger groups, the overall meanness, so on.

They felt absolutely like. the most DEATH GAME out of the series, DL still felt like a death game to me albeit with a slower pace and much more focused on conversation and drama than action. LimL marked a very distinct shift in tone for me although that was also the first one I watched as episodes were coming out so that might've been a factor. SL and WL so far feel more like Mario Party than Death Game with maybe the exception of the very last episode of SL feeling much more like something that should've been in an earlier season due to the lack of tasks.

I think we're all biased towards our own fav seasons but tbf I think the "controversy" with each new episode of WL is more. me being grouchy than any real significant drop in retention? You can correct me on this I am absolutely not watching the numbers but I've definitely seen people like the direction the series is taking which is honestly cool w/ me cus I feel like Grian knows that in competitive situations with time it either goes the funny minigame RNG route or the sweaty min-maxxer route and I and most people I feel like would much rather watch the series go more in the direction of funny RNG than Last Life 2 where everyone employs the smajor strategy of not making enemies, making a base in the corner of the map, only teaming with 1-2 people, etc. Plus it's going to be kind of hard to fish back the distrustful atmosphere of 3L/LL when it's six seasons in and pretty much the entire cast are friends.

Anyway yeah the apples and oranges thing is very correct, it's more or less a different vibe completely and why death game stories that are intended as death game stories usually don't rerun the same cast lol <-- although the "they are stuck in a horrifying death game loop forever to the point where they dont care anymore and find it kind of fun" angle is something I find really cool to think abt with this series.

One of the reasons I like LL over 3L actually (other than the very strong first season I watched bias) is the fact that 3L was a rare situation where I felt like there was a very clear A plot/B plot that emerged with main and side characters. Bdubs' POV in his last episode was literally just brewing potions in his house whilst a million death messages flooded the chat lol.

I still think 3L might be the strongest narratively and its "b plots" although not as flashy as desert duo vs dogwarts have some really cool stuff that have left me fucked up forever mentally (flower husbands I'll never forgive you) but yeah. Compared to LL and the seasons that come after it does feel like the one where all POVs are equal but some POVs are more equal than others. Especially when LL was a massive fucking mess in terms of its alliances where every single team had some sort of massive dramatic moment.

Thinking about it now I think I like the life series for the same reason I like those. "100 player battle royale" videos where I more or less look at it from an angle of an unethical psychologist. Holy shit okay um I was about to make a joke about how I would be Zimbardo instead of Freud if Zimbardo was dead and I didn't think this would be the way I found out Zimbardo died last month holy shit post cancelled I feel bad now

[bonny-kookoo]

Snowball princess is entirely drabble based. I write what people request for it 🫥

It iss?? Can I please request for angst with princess and kook? :)) (Y'all, dont come at me😶 i love them too i just..)

You answer your angst 🤧 this is set earlier in the timeline, OT7. WARNING ⚠️ for drowning.

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Everyone trusts staff with you, no questions asked.

They've known you for just as long as they have- and almost everyone has bonded with you along the way, seeing as you're around almost all the time, attached to the band like the sound of their voices. Especially on shootings like these, at the beach, it's making everyone happy to see you happy, running around and having fun. You remind a lot of them that sometimes, it's fine to just be you and waste the moment for nothing else but amusement.

However, not everyone likes you- some merely tolerate your presence.

It's always been somewhat of a problem here and there- but one that's hard to deal with, seeing as no one can be forced to have a positive standpoint towards you. Hybrids are, down the line, still a pretty hot topic- and not in the good way. You're still even after so many years seen as something rather controversial to have around, and due to the difficulty of the entire topic, it's hard to find clear ground for some people.

However, even most of those who do not like you are at least civil with it. They'd never put you in any danger.

Most of them, that is.

No one knows how it happens, or why- you've been playing around in the sand one moment, and in the next, you're gone, and some staff is screaming for help as she watches you be taken underneath the water's surface, body being carried away from the shore. When the members see what's happening, most are frozen in shock-

All but Jungkook, who barely remembers to put his phone down before he runs as fast as he can, uncaring of his clothes or makeup or anything as he dives in to swim for your by now unmoving body. Your eyes are closed as he carries you back, and everyone gathers in shock as they watch the maknae drop you a little harshly to the sand on shore, hands on your chest on pure instinct as he begins to pump your chest.

It's quiet except for some quiet whimpers from a female staff that's in shock, while the rest can't help but watch the scene in horror- a manager in the background on the phone, having dialed for an ambulance. He walks closer to Jungkook and puts the respindeming agent on speaker to instruct the idol on what to do, as he follows every task and word that reaches him.

He doesn't cry. There's nothing to be seen on his face other than determination.

"Come on..!" He grits out between his teeth as he goes in again after trying to help you breathe, hands pressing down hard on your ribcage. He's felt something odd earlier, but he can't seem to think about it in the rush of adrenaline, only goal in his mind is get you to do something.

Everyone else on the sidelines is in different moods.

Taheyuhg is angrily trying to find the person who neglected to watch you, Hoseok joining the talk equally as riled up. Namjoon is pacing with his head in his hands while Yoongi can only watch in horror as your body just fails to respond to anything on its own- only moving from the constant efforts of his bandmate to Revive you. Jimin is silently at his side, unable to really figure out how to help. And Seokjin is at the maknae's side, trying to help, but too scared to do anything.

"Come-!" Jungkook keeps cursing, panic slowly boiling in his veins. "-back!" He continues. The paramedics arrive finally, letting Jungkook keep doing what he does as to not interrupt any efforts in keeping your heart beating, though they do set up several things in order to help.

Only now, as he watches the man in official uniforms tend to you as well, does it hit Yoongi. You're technically dead right now. Your heart isn't beating. You're not alive.

You're gone.

And suddenly you're moving, jin instantly helping you to your side where you splutter out the water that wasn't invited into your lungs in the first place. It's desperate, the way you try and get all the liquid out, coughing harshly in a desperate attempt to breathe again. "Keep going, it's okay.." one of the paramedics soothes you as you keep coughing, all while Jungkook drops to his heels, breathing heavily from the effort, clothes clinging to him from the wet seawater. "There we go, good job!" The official responders praise, Jins hand on your back as you finally take your first breaths again, tears continuisly falling.

He's never seen you like this; pupils blown wide, no clear emotion on your face, entirely on survival mode. You're shaking, trembling, and he worries.

"Its normal, especially for hybrids. Let's put that on here alright? You can lay back down honey, there we go.." the paramedic effortlessly instructs as you lay back down in the sand, Jungkook carefully lifting your head to lay on his thigh.

Even for him, the situation truly hits right now.

"You did a wonderful job. Both of you." The man tells the idol and you equally, as your tail begins to weakly wag, earning some exhausted and relieved sighs and sounds from all staff and the other members. "Well take her in, just to be safe. She inhaled a lot of water and that can give a high risk for pneumonia." The medic explains, and Jungkook nods.

"I'll go with her." He says as if it's the most obvious thing.

"Are you sure?" Jin asks, and Jungkook nods- again, as if it's the most clear thing in the world.

"Yeah!- yeah, someone's got to stay with her. I- I'm done shooting my stuff anyway-.. yeah. I'll, I'll stay with her." He rambles, eyes looking at nothing before he seems to snap out of it. "Right princess? I'll be right by your side, I won't leave." He reassures you, instinctively aware that you have a fear of hospitals. "I won't leave.." he mumbles, more or less to himself and you, but maybe also to soothe himself.

He's running on autopilot, but for now, they all let him.

Yoongi excuses himself from the crowd to cry to himself for a little as the situation crashes over him- Jimin offering silent support to him as he slowly controls himself again.

Both Taehyung and Hoseok talk to management about the staff that neglected your supervision, but they'll both break down later tonight back at their homes, when realization hits.

It'll be fine.

You won't leave.

[aniimamundi]

Pride & Prejudice - A Drarry Tale

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Chapt. 5: Theo

For Theodore Nott, every single day was an exercise in patience. As a young genius, his life was a tragedy performed on a cruel stage where he was forced to waste his precious time on meaningless tasks and friends who could never hope to be his intellectual equals. The only joy came from stolen moments that he could devote entirely to intellectual pursuits.

After an evening spent wrenching gnomes from the earth, he cast a cleaning spell on his work boots and put them in their usual space, below the bench in the foyer, next to its right leg and exactly a forefinger’s length away from the outer edge, the laces neatly tucked inside. One of Vince’s dirty boots was almost touching his, which gave him pause. He crouched and used a pen to shift the offending item to a safe distance.

Theo then walked to his room, took off his clothes, placed the shirt in the laundry bag, and folded the rest. Then he washed his hands and face. Greg was pounding on the bathroom door but he ignored that and proceeded to carefully count and arrange the toiletries, after which he washed his hands again.

With all of that out of the way, he finally got to the activity he had been looking forward to all day. Grabbing his copy of The Monthly Alchemy Review, he found himself a comfortable seat in the parlour and with a happy sigh opened up the section on pipetting apparatus on sale.

His joy was cruelly cut short by Mrs. Zabini, who noticed what he was doing as she passed him by. “Hmm … darling, I'm afraid you’ll have to cut short on your geek items this month.”

Theo could only gasp in indignation before she tutted at him. “Now, now, don't be like that. Remember, each member of this household is making monetary contributions to the communal Beltane celebrations. Meryton is all set to make a spectacular show of it. Isn't that delightful!” she clapped her hands.

“No! It's bloody well not delightful!” he cried out. “Last year we had a single bonfire in the town centre. Why can't we just do that?”

“Because, darling Theo,” drawled Draco, who was sitting on the armchair with his legs propped up, reading a book, “there were no Weasleys to impress the last time around.”

That was the stupidest thing Theo had ever heard and he made it known. “That's the stupidest thing I have ever heard. Ask bloody Weasley to pay for the celebrations. I don't even like socialising. I only go because you all make me! My time is precious.”

“With that attitude, Ron Weasley will never fall in love with you.” Draco smirked, but Theo was too riled up to detect his sarcasm.

“Good!” he shouted, jumping up from his seat. “I for one would reject Ron Weasley even if he does try. He barely scraped through his NEWTS. He probably can’t even list three different runic categories.”

“What’s with the shouting?” Blaise walked into the parlour, a sleep mask pulled up on his forehead.

Theo was getting more and more agitated at the thought of sacrificing his lab purchase of the month for the sake of stupidity. “Ron Weasley is a buffoon,” he shouted. “And I would never accept his advances.”

“Uhh …” the front door creaked open, to reveal a confused and amused Ron Weasley. “Sorry, but I was knocking for some time and the door was open, soo …”

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[ghostaholics]

Hal I’m it’s almost 11 and I’m drunk rn and I thought ‘how fucking funny would it be for me to leave a comment after 5 shots’ so I’m here to offer you my unfiltered stream of consciousness in regards to this entire piece of work that I read this morning and am just now deciding to leave commentary on.

So anyways, the most hilarious thing is seeing you post a fic that’s like fucking 20k words and I’m like how the fuck do you write that much but then I swear to god like 12k words in I’m like no it was definitely necessary. I’m pretty sure I’m only willing to say this because I’ve pumped myself full of tequila but you’re one of the few writers where I can genuinely see myself enjoying a huge word count without feeling like it’s dragging on. But yeah I read each paragraph where you provided backstory and characterization and everything and it doesn’t feel as though you wasted any text. I thought it was absolutely vital to the plot and helped me understand the reader’s perspective and relationship with Price – especially as she was torn between staying with Leon who is an absolute bitch versus the tall glass of water that is the Captain.

Okay before I forget let me stay on the subject of Leon because I totally understand why reader was wanting to be with him and try to make it work even though everything was falling apart because they have history so no matter how much she was trying to stamp down and lock up her feelings about John who was literally everything she could ever want she was like no I can’t just give up on this relationship that I’ve had with him for years; so honestly, that felt very realistic. Also, props to her for being strong because if John Price actually existed in real life I’m 100% certain that I would fold like a house of cards in hurricane conditions whether I was in a relationship or not. So thumbs up for her staying true ever since Madagascar and double thumbs up for having unwavering faith with the piece of shit that is Leon because I know that I would not have the same kind of will power as her.

I’m just going to jump around right now and come back when I need to but this has been my first thought since starting this fic and it’s the friendship between Soap and reader?? I love it so much??? Suds??! That’s fucking cute as hell and I love that they can joke around with each other about different things because what I enjoy about your writing is that not only do you develop the relationship with the reader and the main love interest, but also other characters as well, which in this case would include, for instance, Leon, Soap, etc. It gives a lot more dimension to the story; this is also extremely important I’ve noticed as it provided evidence that the reader does in fact have relationships with the individuals of task force that Leon may not be able to understand as her and Soap are very close, which would also in turn, make it believable that she would also be equally as close to Captain Price, and I don’t think it would’ve mattered if it was romantic or platonic but it’s feasible that they, or her and any other TF-141 member would basically be attached at the hip, as we kind of saw from the interactions between everyone when she finally showed up at the bar.

Alright cool now I can talk about the reader’s relationship with Price. So I am just the biggest slut for forbidden things and it was neat to see a new spin on that trope where it wasn’t necessarily ‘I’m your superior’ which I can’t recall if there really was any mentioned in the fic bc like I said I am drunk off my ass rn but it was moreso, no we can’t be together because you’re in a committed relationship and not only does John motherfucking Price have more honor/integrity than that, but also he’s basically saying hey I know that this guy is who you’re choosing to be with, and I’m willing to back off because it’s not my place to get in the middle of that. BUT THEN omfg my favorite trope, and cue the yearning and glances of absolute longing because. Hold on let me interrupt that sentence. It’s a very long run-on sentence. Great, back to what I was trying to say, the mutual pining. UGH. FUCK. LOVE IT.

Wait let me talk about the title because when I saw that it was names Cheating Hearts I was honestly low key worried for a second and I tried to start reading it at the ass crack of dawn when I first woke up so imagine me trying to read the summary when I was still groggy and being like, wait, is this about Price cheating in some way shape or form, either as cheating in the reader or cheating with the reader. And I was thinking omfg that’s WILD but trust your writing so much and I would quite honestly do anything for John Price and I thought to myself you know what I think I will enjoy this either way but it’s nice to know that that’s not how the story ended up unfolding. HUGE RELIEF. LMFAO. But Leon made that point about how the reader cheated emotionally and not physically (which he is such a big fucking bitch for saying considering the fact that he’s been fucking some other bitch) – but honestly I was like I’m a reader apologist 😎🤭 she could’ve been fucking Price six ways to Sunday and I would’ve defended her until the end like idk Leon maybe you deserved it lmao.

I can’t quite remember the smut and this has nothing to do with you but solely based on the fact that the room is spinning and I have very little recollection of many things rn. But I know that the the reader and Price were desperate for each other and yeah if I had the chance to jump at him too I would waste 0 time ripping my clothes off for him: I know the smut was good and it was hot and that’s all that matters. Also Soap walking in at the end was a fabulous touch and very on-brand for him. I just love how you said this was supposed to be a study on smut and it ended up being a novel and so fucking funny.

I love you and I love Price and those are two things that should always go together.

Cheating Heart

Pairing: John Price x F!Reader

Synopsis: Your feeling for John were wrong – horribly wrong – but when you see your current boyfriend in bed with another woman, what’s to hold you back anymore? (18+)

Word Count: 20.8k

Warnings: Cheating, toxic relationship, angst, fluff, depictions of violence and gore in flashbacks, unhealthy coping mechanisms, smut, breeding kink, praise kink, Protective!Price, vulgar language, porn with an incredible amount of plot

A/N: Literally just supposed to be smut practice and I turned it into a novel lmfao. I should be getting back to requests after this.

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[jefarawol]

Greetings, everyone! Oh, Krile─how's Naago doing? She will be all right, won't she?

I don't see why not. She's sleeping at the moment. Tataru is keeping an eye on her, so we'll know soon enough if there's any change in her condition.

Her wounds are healing well. With sufficient rest, I am certain she will make a full recovery.

Thank goodness for that.

Now, mayhap you would share with us the council's decision?

Each of the nations, Ishgard included, has committed to providing military support to Gridania. The Eorzean Alliance will soon have a significant force in the Black Shroud, ready to respond to any imperial act of aggression.

You know, I almost wish the council would stop messing around and give the Griffin what he wants. I wouldn't like to be the imperial caught between the Resistance and the Alliance!

Yda, you cannot seriously─ One does not lightly go to war with the Garlean Empire.

Quite. To open hostilities without due consideration would be to invite disaster. If only there were some way to reach the Griffin─some means to convince him to abandon this reckless course...

It may not be entirely unfeasible. There is a network of tunnels beneath Baelsar's Wall─secret passages dug by the Resistance to provide a way out of Ala Mhigo.

Which may equally serve as a way in?

Precisely. If all are in agreement, I would be the one to undertake the necessary negotiations. I am familiar with the route, and the Resistance is familiar with me.

About as familiar as they are with me, you mean? Say what you want─I'm coming too!Yugiri: I have some experience in the practice of infiltration. If you would have me, my services are at your disposal.

As are mine. It has been far too long since I shared a shadow with a shinobi, and I do not intend to waste the opportunity.

Four is quite sufficient for an infiltration mission. Greater numbers will only serve to increase the risk of detection. Krile and I will direct our energies elsewhere. What of you Leveilleurs?

I will return to the East Shroud, and stand watch over the border. Should matters take a turn for the worse, 'twould seem wise to be on hand.

Might I prevail upon you to accompany me, Jefara and G'in? Gridania will be safer for your presence. And...while it may not seem the most thrilling duty, dear sister, might I ask that you remain at the Rising Stones to pass on messages and so on?

To hold the fort, you mean. ...Very well. I suppose the task must fall to someone. Safe travels, all of you.

[packagingbyjose]

PROJECT ONE: PLANNING + CREATIVE PHASE (+ FIVE R'S)

1st Draft of Rationale:

Challenge

In this project, we're tasked to redesign a wasteful package of our choosing. I decided to choose a granola package by KIND. The biggest constraint that comes with this project is that food is involved. Food is tricky as there are some regulations and restrictions to keep in mind to ensure that it's safely contained and maintain food quality.

Reducing the size of the packaging is essentially the main goal of this project as there's a lot of space that's unused by the actual product, which in this case actually helps preserve the freshness of the product but does still result in a lot of wasteful packaging. One of my main challenges will be finding a way to decrease the size of the overall packaging while ensuring the freshness of the product.

Since it is a food product, this comes with a lot of nutritional labels and wording that is mandatory. Design-wise, this means that I will have to rememeber to include the nutritional labels and other packaging labels which might influence the way I redesign the overall package itself. Aesthetics, Sustainability, and Accessibility are going to have to be equal rather than Aesthetics being the fore front of my focus for this project.

Approach

Currently, I have two approaches I can take with this project. My first approach is turning the plastic packaging into a box. I know, not the most inventive and original idea ever BUT I do think this has a lot of opportunities to not only be incredibly sustainable and cut down on the unnecessary, this could also turn out to look good as well. The shape of a box is very versatile and there are countless ideas I can come up with to incorporate different elements that can make the packaging unique and its own.

My second approach is replicating the same shape of the original packaging but with sustainable materials and possibly a smaller footprint to again, lose the unnecessary space throughout the entire package. This approach will require a bit more critical thinking to plan out how the packaging will look and be built. This approach gives me more area to work with and will allow me to spread out the mandatory regulatory labels with the brand design. This could result in a more "experimental" looking design. Although, this also could result in extra space being unused. Demonstrated in the illustrations above. Still a decent approach nonetheless.

Outcome

It's hard to say how this project may turn out. The moment I saw my chosen packaging, I immediately came up with my two main approaches among many others. I'm pretty confident with the overall ideas and concepts I have at the moment. Once I have a clear direction I think everything should be quite easy to work with, I already have a printer in mind that can really make my idea exceptional so I will be in contact with them soon as I'd want to build a decent relationship with a print servicer as soon as possible to ensure the highest possible quality.

It's still quite early to determine the status of this project but as it stands right now, I'm fairly confident I can really execute this and come out with a real life exceptional 3D product.

Five R's

This was a really great activity to get my ideas flowing and make rough 3D prototypes. This was where I was able to get my two main approaches. I didn't have my package for that class which did limit me at some points but it was a great foundation to start my ideation and think about how my final mockup might look.

09/30/2024

[dangan-infinity]

The Final Volume - Chapter 2 Post

Whether it was harder to find a book that called to you or run from it, you all eventually managed to complete your task. Where the shelves had spun off into infinity before, a familiar red door appeared in one of the aisles. Word spread quickly, and soon you'd all assembled before it. Time to move on, as always.

The handle turned without resistance, and the churning wasteland stretched out before you. Another bridge, another car ahead. Maybe that one would give you some way to end Neko-Neko's game. Was that what you were hoping for? Were you hoping for much of anything, at this point?

Either way, you found yourself passing through without hindrance, the air outside the Train a little warmer on your face. 

At least, most of you.

With a faint sound only vaguely reminiscent of slamming into a wall, Jack marched straight into something that bounced him and only him back into the library. He stumbled but stayed on his feet and tried again, a little faster—but the result was the same.

Perhaps it’s Viper’s guilt at burning the checkout register, perhaps it’s something else entirely, but hearing Jac—no, Jagal, trying his hardest to take the books, she knew she had to try and do something. Maybe she didn't know why keeping these books was so important to him—but she could hazard a guess, after they’d snooped so much into his life. His mother, his father, his sister especially… it had to be hard for him. To be forced to think about them again. And once again, she’d messed up someone’s chance at healing. 

“Hey—” He bounced back from the door, and she reached forward, just lightly gripping onto his bag. “Jagal—” Maybe he’d listen if she talked to him. The true him, not… Jack. Worm her way in there, she knew it could go very badly. Very, very badly. But equally, she wanted him to understand that she wasn’t out to hurt him. Not at this stage.

Jack warily tugged his bag out of Viper's grip. How did she know his name? Had she—

"...."

No. Absolutely not. It must've just come up somewhere else, at some point. Not like it was his most tightly-guarded secret.

“I don’t think they’ll let ya take ‘em wit’ ya—I-I can ask. But ya prob ain’t gonna be able t’.”

Jimithy stepped up, as unamused as ever.

"Already told both of you, you can't check out a book that doesn't have a register. A real one."

"And you can't leave with a book you haven't checked out. Put it back." He grimaced. "Or on a return cart, fine. But you're not leaving with that. Don't waste any more of our time."

Viper picked at a thread on the end of her glove. “It’s… prob best ya leave ‘em here anyway. I dunno if ya’d want ‘em ta get hurt… damaged…’n all.” Viper raised her gaze to him—having tilted it to the floor. “Look, I’unno if I’ll get anywhere. An’ I know ya gonna try’n act like ya rejectin’ every bit’a niceness. But I wanna know ya. An’ I don’t care how much ya try’n stop me.”

Tag-teamed, huh? It was true, Jack didn't have any registers, and the train out there couldn't be safe for a book unless he never tried to open it. Would being damaged hurt them? Surely not, if they were already dead, but...

"....."

"Fine."

He withdrew a slim volume from under his hoodie and set it gently on the floor. Not even the return cart, huh.

"Not like I'm much 'f a reader, anyway."

He stepped through the door, this time without any kickback—apparently that was the only one he'd had. Those of you who hadn't made it past before all the ruckus followed him out.

Even after all that, it was just back to the usual march. Everyone onto the bridge, onto another door...

Everyone. Right?

The fastest walker had already laid hands on the next door by the time you realized your head count was down one. It didn't take long after, though, to find Jack back at the library doors, propping them open with one hand. He swept a look across you all, hesitating briefly at Viper. But only briefly. With a swift step, he was back on the carpet.

"I'm not leaving her again."

The doors slammed shut before anyone could even think about getting in the way. The handle spun with a ratcheting noise and locked back into place again. Anyone trying to turn it wouldn't succeed.

...Ah. Well.

Considering the party involved, it was hard to feel bad about leaving him behind. A relief, if anything. Though you couldn't be sure exactly how this place worked, if he could still come after you later... Maybe it would have been more of a relief if you were sure he'd die in there. 

Not... not that you wanted a person to die! But, well, if it had to be anyone...

"Jack? The game isn't over yet...! I-I can't guide you home if you're not here, nya..."

"Eh, it'd be too obvious if he did the next murder, anyway."

"We're sure the rest of ya can do better by yourselves!"

"B-but there isn't any food or water in that car! As his Stationmaster..."

"That's his own problem. We don't gotta call every single death a murder if it ain't one."

"We've wasted enough time here, don'tcha think? Onward!"

"........"

Despite the particularly split personality at play, Neko-Neko still gestured expectantly at the next car. No more dilly-dallying on your part.

No reason to, anyway. Whether it had locked automatically or Jack was manually blocking it, the library door wasn't about to open. Was it even your business to keep trying? If none of you would be blamed for him choosing this fate, why try to save him? He certainly would've done no such thing for you.

Something still felt rotten in your stomach as you moved forward.

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[600shekels]

2 Chronicles 29: 18-24. "Hairy Boy Mysteries."

18 Then they went in to King Hezekiah and reported: “We have purified the entire temple of the Lord, the altar of burnt offering with all its utensils, and the table for setting out the consecrated bread, with all its articles. 

19 We have prepared and consecrated all the articles that King Ahaz removed in his unfaithfulness while he was king. They are now in front of the Lord’s altar.”

What is the meaning to offer something of the nature of the sacred to Hezekiah? Meditate for a moment on the meaning of the root of the word, hazak:

 The irony of his life is that the greatest leader of our people never realized his greatest dream, to enter the land of Israel – a mission only to be achieved by those he left behind.

An important lesson emerges. Often, in life, we think that there is nothing we cannot accomplish. The culmination of each book teaches us—no. No one leaves the world fulfilling all of their dreams, all of their hopes and expectations. In the words of Rabbi Tarfon, it is not for any of us to complete the task (Avot 2:21).

The story is told of an elderly man who plants a carob tree. “Foolish man,” a passerby proclaimed, “why do you waste your time? Surely, you will not live long enough to see the tree produce.” The old man sighed and responded, “My father planted trees for me and I, in turn, must plant trees for my children.”

Notwithstanding that no one can fully complete the task, Rabbi Tarfon adds that we are not free from doing our share, from embarking on our goals with our utmost energy and strength. This in fact, may be the deeper meaning of the refrain: first we proclaim hazak hazak—be strong, be strong, let us each make sure to do our share, knowing all along that we will not complete every goal.

But then, we call out together, ve-nithazek, may we be strengthened in the recognition that together, our task be concluded, even if it takes generations to make it a reality.

Each moment of happiness is a task that brings the next generation closer to theirs. Happiness is freedom from slavery, from error, from pride. The absence of these things implies all is well around us and around others.

We may not be able to accumulate all of the happiness we dream of during this lifetime, but who wants to stop trying?

What are the conditions we must task ourselves with if others are to have an equal chance at happiness in an environment that will not hold them back? Inwardly and outwardly?

First we wake up:

20 Early the next morning King Hezekiah gathered the city officials together and went up to the temple of the Lord. 

21 They brought seven bulls, seven rams, seven male lambs and seven male goats as a sin offering[a] for the kingdom, for the sanctuary and for Judah. The king commanded the priests, the descendants of Aaron, to offer these on the altar of the Lord. 

Each Day of the Seven Days that mark the passage of time during one's life, we sacrifice the Seven Bulls, the childlike attitudes and rebelliousness we have, using our horns instead of our eyes and ears.

Seven Rams are Ramboys, adolescent assholes that want to fight and argue over everything using not one substantive argument at any time. Bulls get aggravated, Rams are impulsive and lock horns when told to reign it in.

The other kind of young male boy is a lamb, a stupid thing. A total dumbass.

The Seven Male Goats are the hairy boys that are intelligent but need to be herded and put into friendly service of something greater and more important than their pubsecent brains can visualize in their inexperienced impudent states.

Hairy Boy Mysteries are what this is all about.

22 So they slaughtered the bulls, and the priests took the blood and splashed it against the altar; next they slaughtered the rams and splashed their blood against the altar; then they slaughtered the lambs and splashed their blood against the altar. 

If you want to be happy, you are going to have to self-police your childlike, animal like behaviors and make peace with duty, with certain terms like driver's licenses, ages of consent, laws, responsibilities and how things tend to go in spite of wishes and expectations. This is what is meant by splashing the blood, it is a a peaceful investment in one's happiness in spite of how much at the time, an eruption of emotion or regrettable conduct might seem more appealing.

23 The goats for the sin offering were brought before the king and the assembly, and they laid their hands on them. 

Sin offerings are performed through the making of an atonement. Grown ups accept the consequences of their actions and take steps to prevent the recurrence of sin. The purpose of the Temple Sacrifices and this entire section, where Hezekiah reopens the Temple is to prevent future losses of happiness using the Temple as a means of communicating good sense from one generation to the next.

Atonements are strategic action plans that take place within oneself, one's marriage, one's household, they take the shape of policies in the government to continually fence off the causes of poverty, impropriety, the elements, wayward economics, and cut them off before they do too much additional harm.

We may not be able to see the future but we do not have to repeat the past and we can certainly act in the present:

24 The priests then slaughtered the goats and presented their blood on the altar for a sin offering to atone for all Israel, because the king had ordered the burnt offering and the sin offering for all Israel.

God loves the goats. Goats are young men who are between the ages of 13 and 25, who must be conscripted into religious education and service for the sake of the health and wealth of the planet.

To allow young men to flounder about the purposes of their faith is to establish a flock of psychos that will end up doing the wrong thing and likewise teach their offspring incorrect things.

The Gematria for this includes 6076, "11" [6+10+7+6=29] or "Teach these commandments to your children."

Also:

20-6-2-6-6-20-19=ךו‎ךווךיט, "a little bit."

The objective of practice is to keep a little bit of ego, but not too much:

What Is Ego?

. . . and is it kosher to keep just a little bit?

Question: Are egos really as bad as they are made out to be?

The short answer: Ego itself is not so bad. It’s just when you think you have an exclusive on it that the trouble begins. None of us have an exclusive. It’s more like a limited franchise.

The long answer: The chassidic masters called it the ich and so did Freud. In English that’s “the I.” Talking about looking the I in the eye gets rather awkward, so we say ego instead.

”Ego.” Sounds so innocent and manageable, like a little pet you are trying to toilet train.

The mystics of many cultures teach how to surrender the I, to be washed away in the oneness of the Infinite Light where all sense of ego is meaningless. The moralists demand we at least diminish our sense of “I-ness” and start thinking about otherness. The primal failure of the Tree of Knowledge, Nachmanides writes, was this obsession with the “I”.

But the “I” is not something I have. It is me. Now this is scary: What will be with me if I lose my I? Do I really want less me? After all, who will take care of me if I’m not around? And how on earth am I expected to rewire that which is me myself, anyway?

 “Each person, by innate nature, sees himself as the unique human being, with exclusive rights to all of reality— just as Adam asserted his mastery over the entire world immediately upon opening his eyes. When a human being sees another human being with another ‘I’—which per force must diminish the dominion of his ‘I’—the instinctual response is to ‘swallow his fellow alive,’ to absorb this other ‘I’ within his own ego.

The other is permitted to be a subject, an employee, a student, a fan—but never ever another ‘I’. Among the common people, it is only respect for a higher authority—‘the fear of the government’—that tempers somewhat their own ego and allows them to make room for others.”

To slaughter the goat is to find room for I and also the rest. To actually accomplish this is a sign one has finally grown up, achieving an aspect of his Shabbat. We call this process solving a Hairy Boy Mystery because no one, especially a goat boy knows when it's going to happen or what it's going to feel like until it is finally done.

[i-the-explorer-blog]

Another role to add to the endless list of roles in my life: an anthropologist.

I've been terribly busy during my long break from blogging (ahem, I meant the period where I forgot such a thing as my blog existed.) Experiences to be had, relationships to be developed and sustained, sport to be played, music to be made, money to be earned, places to be seen, things to be done..

Finally entering my final semester of BCom, I have been faced the task of doing five papers, none of which relate to my major, which is Infosys. To finish off my degree ASAP, I'm now doing two International Business papers, one Management paper, one Marketing paper and finally the subject of this little declaration of mine: Anthropology 105G.

I find it quite interesting that this is the paper that I am putting the most effort into, and attending all lectures and tutorials even if its a general education paper; we only have one two hour lecture and one tutorial for an hour, that's it for the week. The me that existed an year ago would have bunked most of the lectures and tutorials for the following reasons:

there was only one lecture a week.

it was a two hour lecture; pointless and a waste of time to attend since my attention span in lectures is magnificent if I make it through 20 minutes without yawning cavernously.

the tutorials had tests which were worth only one mark each.

most lectures and course materials were made electronically available to us anyway.

it was a general education paper.

Now if you consider the fact that I have never worked as much through my seven semesters as I am in this one, these reasons would give me great excuses to not bother about this paper much and focus more on the others. Why am I so interested?

Firstly, I think that it is simply because it is extra knowledge. The sort I love to have, and the sort I usually strive to get. Knowledge that I can get, not must get. I am an information gatherer, and we generally prefer to go about our business with no pressing compulsions on the information we need to gather (even if this will not decrease our efficiency in information gathering, its just annoying.) I don't need this information right now to keep my life on the path that I intend it to take. Simply that fact about anthropology makes it interesting to me.

Secondly, and more importantly, because this is an 'arts' science - not biology, physics or chemistry. It is a human science, with humans as the subjects of its scrutiny, exploration and theories. I am fascinated by the animals we call homo sapiens, and how easily we forget our resemblance to our fellow hominids. I am enthralled by me and everyone else due to the fact that we simultaneously live our lives as nothing more than great apes with lesser hair, yet distancing ourselves to an entire new plane of existence with our ingenuity.

Racism. As an Indian who has a basic grasp on his history, I am no stranger to this word and its implications, especially since I live in a 'white' country. Not that I have been explicitly or implicitly discriminated against, but the Land of the Long White Cloud is no different from its Commonwealth counterpart across the ditch in terms of racial undercurrents, particularly in such a multicultural society. Racism. Its such a powerful word, and even more powerful practice; entire nations' histories have been written and re-written due to the idea of one race being superior or inferior. The plants which have grown from those seeds persist in their existence today.

And this paper has woken me up to them. Its so bloody easy to lead a cocooned life where everyone treats everyone equally, especially as a university student in such a country where the nature of its society is such that racism is very rarely brought into the limelight explicitly. You just don't have the time to think about it, much less notice or observe it. Such a small country.. leading to such a small mind. No wonder Kiwis love travelling. It really opens up their mind to the variety of issues outside their fairytale land of comfort and security.

I've always been a staunch science student but never an arts student, other than music. Anthropology somehow comes across as an arts major, yet another one in their plethora of seemingly misplaced majors. And I've never studied humans, other than in a biological or psychological sense. You may argue that this is a psychological sense as well, but it is so much more. The study of racism is so much more than just mental attitudes, ideas, history or even the present.

And I have not even scratched a single cell off the proverbial surface on this topic. I have found it interesting enough to keep me reading a 45 page chapter which I had to read (which would put me off straight away) till 3 at night, and be inspired enough to return to using this instrument of expression we call a blog immediately to express my reaction. It interests and affects me how I have been oblivious to this reality just because I have led a very sheltered life in sheltered countries and societies, and makes me grateful for being having forced to take this paper ultimately.

Wow, I never imagined that reading a 45 page chapter in a book written by a raving white anti-racist about white privilege and its widespread prevalence at 3am at night would be so fascinating.

Fascinating? I can't seem to find a word to describe how much it has piqued me do the following just after reading three pages on a subject I have never heard of before:

Search for, find and request the whole damn book ASAP from the community library, which I haven't done for years now.

[justmenoworries]

The Malware Rewrite Part 2: Present and Overall Arc

Heads up: This is part 2 of the Rewrite project.

If you haven’t yet, read Part 1, ‘cause a bunch of things in here will not make sense if you go in blind.

If you have, welcome back!

As you probably guessed by the title, this part will focus on Malware’s appearances in the presence, meaning the flashbacks that take place after “Trouble Helix” and OVs present, how I would change them to improve his story and his character arc in general. Part 3 will be focusing on the end of said arc and his redemption.

Alright, on with the Rewrite!

Of Predators And Prey:

Let me take this opportunity to mention something I forgot about in part 1. The ending of “Trouble Helix” would still be Khyber extracting the data he needs, but it’s not entirely clear which time period he got it in.

To clear up any confusion: In the Rewrite, Khyber gets his info on Ben’s powers and Malware’s whereabouts shortly after “Trouble Helix”, maybe about a few months later or so.

So Malware being back on Ben’s ass in “The More Things Change, Part 1″ would not be anachronistic. (No, I totally did not register this little writing fumble of mine only after I posted part 1 of the Rewrite, what are you talking about, haha ^^’‘)

Malware’s appearance in “Of Predators and Prey, Part 1″ Is kind of perfect as it is, but in order to fit in with the Rewrite’s story, I’ll have to tweak it juuust a little bit.

So Malware returns to Dr. Psychobos’ lair after his fight with Ben in “The More Things Change, Part 1″, having successfully obtained Omnitirx-software.

The thing that would be most changed in this version of events would be the dialogue and one scene in particular.

So in the original, when Malware shows him the software, Psychobos, after being a dick about Malware’s condition messing it up a bit, asks him how he managed to get it in the first place, then shows disbelief when Malware tells him he got it from battling Ben 10. To which Malware retaliates by grabbing and throwing him.

In the rewrite, the conversation is instead more about Psychobos’ and Malware’s current arrangement and how it came to be.

Psychobos: “Hmm. Crude, corrupted, incomplete. But still, a suitable partial blueprint. So breaking you out of that little private prison Azmuth built for you wasn’t a c-c-complete waste of resources after all. Though your defective state might prove to make this task challenging.”

Malware: *grabs Psychobos and lifts him up* “Your opinion of me is not my concern, Cerebocrustacean. Can that massive, pink blob you call a brain built an Omnitrix from this?”

Psychobos: *uses his electric powers to shock Malware, prompting him to yelp and let go* Sir, and I use the term loosely, I would suggest you keep your hands to yourself, if you know what’s good for you. As for your question, constructing a level 20 tech-device will be no more difficult for me, than it would be for a baby G-G-Galvan to soil it’s undergarments.”

This change in conversation establishes a few things from the get-go:

It was Psychobos, probably with help from Khyber, that broke Malware out of his imprisonment.

Malware may work with Psychobos, but only out of necessity. He doesn’t like him one bit.

Psychobos sees Malware not as an equal partner, but as a pawn and looks down on him for his incomplete state. Yet he also seems to have plans for him. Why else would he go to the risk of breaking him out of a high-security facility?

Psychobos is not a pushover. He’s able (and willing) to use force, in order to keep his associates in check.

Malware’s appearance in “Of Predators and Prey: Part 2″ stays unchanged, since literally all him and Psychobos do in that episode is picking up Khyber and roasting him about getting his ass beat by Ben and Rook.

Though I think it would be Psychobos who tells Khyber that “for his sake” it would be better to do the job right next time, since I wanna make Psychobos into a more threatening villain in this Rewrite.

Outbreak:

As with “Of Predators and Prey” before, I would make only minimal changes to Malware’s  apearances in the episode.

The beginning stays the same, but with a few tweaks. Khyber is still struggling to get control of Zed after her Nemetrix malfunctions and Malware complains to Psychobos how the Nemetrix is very obviously not working.

But while Psychobos complains, Malware notices that Khyber is breaking out a whip-like device, obviously to get Zed under control. Before he can use it, Malware steps in and uses his strength and size to subdue Zed peacefully. He also gives her a few barely noticeable pets after she calms down.

This scene is to show that Malware is capable of empathy and also foreshadows another change to his backstory I want to make in ths Rewrite, but that I won’t spoil here. Basically, Rewrite!Malware has a soft spot for Zed in that moment because she, like him, is suffering from the incompetence of the person who was supposed to take care of her.

Psychobos gives his spiel about how they need the Omnitrix’ core to complete the Nemetrix, which is going to be a tad tricky because, as Malware remarks, Ben has the Omnitrix and he’s currently in the very well guarded Plumber Headquarters. Khyber immediately volunteers to get it, but Malware counters that Khyber’s obsession with making Ben a hunting trophy will just cause him to mess up again and that Ben is inconsequential to their actual goal. Khyber argues again and while doing so uses the weird laser-device he had in that episode to incarcerate Zed, which obviously causes her pain.

Cue Malware aiming hs Tachyon-gun arm at Khyber and threatening to un-alive him if he can’t control “his mutt”. However, with the added scene from before, this remark and action hold a bit more weight, since Malware isn’t just being a murderous asshole here like in the original episode, he’s relating to and defending someone he relates with from her abuser.

Psychobos jumps in, electrocutes both Malware and Khyber and then skittles off to get the Omnitrix core himself.

Malware would show back up together with Khyber when Psychobos returns with the core and repairs the Nemetrix, stabilizing Zed. Instead of Malware it’s Khyber who starts to bitch about how things were done. Because Psychobos went to Plumber HQ, Khyber didn’t get his chance at a rematch (rehunt?). Psychobos tells him that Ben isn’t important to their plans while Malware is patting Zed in the background who is obviously ejoying it.

Smash cut to black as Psychobos does a hammy evil laugh.

Malefactor

So here’s where I’ll make one of the biggest changes. Because “Malefactor” isn’t going to just be a part flashback-episode anymore. It’s going to be a Malware-centric flashback-episode. One half will be the flashbacks, the other will be the regular episode. Because let’s be real, the Mt. Rushmoore flashback was superfluous as heck and really only served to explain where Malware got his gun-arm. We can just do a slight retcon and still fit that little detail in.

We start right off with a flashback, this time with Malware still in the secure facility Azmuth put him in to ignore him some more to keep him safe so he could work on his cure. Malware is sitting in his cell, not really doing anything. He hears some steps and looks up.

Malware: “I figured it would be you. Haven’t you gotten tired of trying to ‘redeem’ me by now?”

???: “Nope! Besides, without me who’d interrupt your regularly scheduled brooding?”

The person steps into the light and reveals herself to be....Eunice, smiling.

Now the Ben and Rook parts of the episodes would remain unchanged, with Ben fighting Zed and Rook fighting Khyber. Aside from the episode’s ending, there won’t be too many changes here, so let’s focus on the flashback parts first and foremost.

The flashbacks delve more into Malware’s time in imprisonment after the events of “Trouble Helix”, how he met Eunice and how she kinda had a hand in his mental state improving. Until Khyber broke him out, that is.

Eunice is revealed to have been moved to the facility after completing her last mission for Azmuth and because Azmuth is a shitty father who doesn’t know how to communicate with his offspring outside of a professional enviroment, he just shunted her off to do a job very few people wanted until he had another mission for her.

So Eunice plays the part of Malware’s warden in-between missions. Unlike all his other wardens though, she isn’t afraid of him. She’s friendly and open, talking to him without a hint of scorn and treating his disablity not as something that makes him a horrifying monster, but simply a part of him.

Surprisingly the two get along quite well. Malware is still a bit distrustful of her, but he still talks to her more readily than he does to everybody else. They bond over both being anomalies and beings Azmuth has dismissed as “mistakes”, with Eunice even telling Malware about how Azmuth wanted to throw her into storage after she emerged before being convinced otherwise by Ben. This would lead to an exchange a little bit like this.

Malware: “And despite this, you continue to be in Azmuth’s service?”

Eunice: (shrugs and smiles) “It’s not that bad. At least running errands for him means I don’t get to see him that much.”

Malware: (huffs) “Then I suppose I should be grateful for my imprisonment as well. He has not bothered to show up here at all ever since he had me put in this cell.”

Eunice: (looks at him sadly) “Malware, I know you’re angry at him. And you have every right to be. But believe me when I say, he is trying to find a cure. It just-”

Malware: “Takes time?”

Eunice: ...

Malware: “I have heard that many times before.”

Of course Eunice still works for Azmuth, so she isn’t there all the time and has to leave quite often to do whatever errand runs or other jobs he assigns her.

And let’s just say the time in-between Eunice’s shifts isn’t all rainbows and sunshine for Malware. His talks with Eunice have become the few bright spots he has in his existence, though he would never admit to it. All of his other wardens don’t exactly treat him like a person, more like a caged beast. And a big reason for that is that everyone knows about his attack on Galvan Prime and his taking the First Thinker’s assistant hostage.

That being said, they don’t exactly treat Eunice right either. To the Galvans she is little more than Azmuth’s intelligent robot that he sends out to do his dirty work now and again and while they respect her abilities, they don’t really respect her personhood.

It’s yet another thing Malware and Eunice bond over, which would have another dialogue in the vein of Malware questioning how Eunice turned out so different from him. Azmuth treated her like trash, still does and while the other Galvans aren’t nearly as bad, their behavior toward her leaves much to be desired.

Eunice would respond that it does bother her how she’s treated and that she would be lying if she said she feels no resentment at all toward Azmuth, but that she has decided long ago not to let others determine who she is. She isn’t a tool or a thing, she is Eunice. She knows this and so do those who really matter. Besides, she would add with a little smile, back when she emerged she had someone who showed her kindness when she was scared and insecure and who helped her assert her identity and stand up for herself. This showed her that the galaxy isn’t just filled with jerks like Azmuth who would dismiss her for being who she is. Just because others think you’re unnatural or a monster doesn’t mean you are. You still decide on who you are at the end of the day through your actions. Malware grows silent at this and seems to honesty think it over.

The last part of the flashback would take place at a point in time where Eunice was absent from Malware’s prison due to another mission she had to do for Azmuth. Malware is already a little down in the dumps because of this and it doesn’t help that the other wardens are being their usual “pleasant” selves toward him. And of course, this is when Khyber stages his assault on the prison to free Malware.

Khyber pretty much curbstomps the security together with Zed and walks over to Malware’s cell, who was kinda just forced to watch all this happen without being able to do anything.

Malware: “Who are you?”

Khyber: “Your ticket out of here.”

He disables the lock and the force field keeping Malware in his cell dissipates. Malware is hesitant because 1. he doesn’t know this guy and he has pretty severe trust issues already 2. maybe part of him is still hoping that Azmuth will find a cure like he promised and running away might throw a wrench in that.

And then comes the security back-up and what would they carry with them but the big, scary Tachyon cannon. It was originally meant to be strictly a back-up weapon, to be used only if Malware really went off the deep end and started actively attacking or even killing people.

But because the Galvan wardens see Malware as an out of control monster first and a person second, they bring it along - and actually shoot him in the ensuing scuffle. Now what happened in the original Mt. Rushmoore scene happens here: Malware reassembles and is now royally pissed. He grabs the Tachyon cannon from the security squad holding it, absorbs it and makes it part of himself, resulting in his second mutated form.

Malware then lowers his gun at the Galvans who now suddenly try to appeal to his better nature, explaning that the Tachyon cannon will do severe damage if he fires it at them. Malware gives his chilling “A bonus” - remark, only now you can kind of understand where this cold-bloodedness is coming from. Those are the jerks who have treated him as less than an animal and were fully prepared to shoot him dead then and there. Now that he has a modicum of power over what are basically his abusers, of course Malware’s not in a merciful mood.

But just then, who should appear but Eunice, finally back from her latest mission and immediately rushed over when she heard the holding facility was apparently under attack. So she runs into the room, sees Malware aiming the cannon at the scared Galvan guards and Khyber and Zed standing next to him, Khyber looking pretty amused about the whole thing.

Eunice calls out to Malware in the hopes she can talk him down and prevent the situation from escalating. She half-succeeds. Seeing her does calm Malware down enough to refrain from blasting the Galvans, probably remembering what she said about not letting the world turn him into a monster. But there’s still no way he’s gonna let himself be locked up again after all this is over. So instead he thinks fast and fires into the ceiling, causing parts of the building to collapse. In the ensuing chaos, Khyber, Zed and Malware manage to get away and onto Khyber’s ship, which then manages to fly away from Galvan B unhindered.

After they’re in the clear, Malware demands to know why the heck he was just freed by a total stranger and Khyber would merely make some quips about how Malware has a short fuse and then be a dick and say his temper’s probably due to his defective DNA after which Malware comes very close to beating him up. Khyber prevents a fight from breaking out by saying that he’s not the mastermind behind Malware’s break-out and that he has a feeling Malware and the mysterious client he works for will understand each other really well.

So they arrive at Psychobos’ base and Psychobos welcomes Malware, introduces himself and probably brags about his intellect. Malware tells him to get to the point and Psychobos explains that he’s been watching Azmuth’s affairs for some time now. Of course he caught wind of Malware, as well as the incident in “Trouble Helix”. And he decided to pick up where Azmuth evidently left off. In other words, he’s going to fix Malware. This results in this exchange.

Malware: “And what exactly do you gain from helping me?”

Psychobos: “Well, my friend, and I use the term extremely loosely, succeeding where that arrogant G-g-galvan has failed will prove once and for all that Cerebrocrustacean are the superior species in the g-g-galaxy.”

End of flashback.

Back in the present, things go just like they did in the canon episode up to a certain point. Ben realizes Khyber and Zed are just distracting Rook and him, calls Rook about it, Khyber tells Rook that he should probably check the Proto-TRUK and Rook passes on the information to Ben who immediately makes a mad dash for the TRUK while Khyber and Zed retreat.

Ben arrives at the truck and catches Malware accessing the TRUK’s computers. As in the original episode, Ben is shocked and horrified that Malware is still alive. Malware for his part isn’t exactly thrilled to see Ben and makes that clear though his body language and tone of voice, but he’s a bit less cruel about it than in canon.

For one, he isn’t being gleefully sadistic when he warns Ben not to follow him and just stay out of his business in general. He just...genuinely tells Ben to stay out of this, similarly to how he did in “Trouble Helix” when they first met.

He then runs off, leaving Ben to work thorugh all of that. Rook arrives and Ben tells him that Malware took something from the TRUK and that Rook should find out what it was while he goes to stop Malware, once and for all. To fit what I want to do with this rewrite, the way he says it would be a whole lot more sinister and less heroic will power-like. It’s clear that Ben has some sort of deeply personal grudge against Malware and that it makes him want to put Malware down, but in this case this wouldn’t be portrayed as a good thing, but rather a “hero gets lost in murderous rage”-thing.

Ben transforms into Humongosaur and chases after Malware. They have their banter where Malware is dismayed that Ben didn’t heed his warning about staying put and Ben jokes about how he was never good at following orders. They have a quick brawl and now is where I put another big change.

In the original episode, Malware distracts Ben by chucking a fuel truck at a bus full of kids, basically forcing Ben to choose between apprehending him and saving the children. Needless to say Malware being willing to potentially kill a bunch of children wouldn’t work with his being redeemed in this rewrite, so let’s change that up a bit.

Instead of the fuel-truck-school-bus-situation being a calculated action by Malware, now it’s an accident. During the fight either Malware or Ben/Humongosaur crash into the fuel truck, pushing it down the road and towards the just now arriving school bus. Ben and Malware notice this at the same time.

Ben/Humongosaur takes a quick look at Malware, growls in frustration, then makes off to save the school bus. There’s a tense moment where it looks like Ben/Humongosaur won’t be able to reach the fuel truck or the school bus in time. And then, all of a sudden, a car flies right past him barely missing him. Ben/Humongosaur dodges on instinct, but the car doesn’t hit him and it’s seemingly not even headed for him. Instead it hits the fuel truck, making it turn away from the bus and saving the children and the driver in the process.

Ben/Humongosaur runs up to the bus to ask if everyone is alright and the kids cheer in response. Ben/Humongosaur looks back where Malware was standing, only to find that the Mechamorph is gone. Ben/Humongosaur frowns.

Ben arrives back at the Proto-TRUK and him and Rook discuss what just happened. Rook can’t tell exactly what Malware took, only that parts of the memory core and some of the auxiliary power systems were destroyed. He asks who Malware is, since he can’t exactly call up his Plumber file right now.

In the original, Ben calls Malware a psychopath for obvious reasons, but with how we’re doing this rewrite, that wouldn’t make much sense anymore. Yes, Malware is still an antagonist and there is still bad blood between him and Ben, but with what Ben has observed today with Malware seemingly saving kids, he’s conflicted on what to think or feel.

So in this rewrite Ben instead says:

Ben: “Short answer, he’s a Galvanic Mechamorph with serious anger issues. Long answer?-”

They get interrupted by a kid and the episode ends like it did in canon with Ben getting trolled by his boyfriend partner again.

And there you have it!

Part 2 is complete. Now all that’s left is for us to finally wrap things up in Part 3.

Including Eunice in Malware’s story is honestly such a no-brainer, I’m surprised I didn’t think of it sooner. They’d have the best and most wholesome sibling-dynamic, no you can’t change my mind. And Malware having at least someone who genuinely cares about him was a nice thing to write. Eunice will play a very big part in Malware’s redemption in Part 3 and I really liked the idea of her idealism and positivity playing off of Malware’s jaded and bitter personality. They’re so similar yet so different and I’m convinced if they’d ever met in canon, they would have been friends.

Tell me what you think of Part 2 and stay tuned for Part 3!

[noa-ciharu]

Ship: Naughty vampire twins 🙏🏼 from TRC. Asking for a friend 👀

prompts: 6, 7, 9, (is there a limit to these?), 14, 15, 18, 45

Ok I managed to trim it down to 7 prompts.

Here comes the long promised sin: TRC!SubKam... for a friend ofc ;D

Extremely NSFW so under-cut. It's.... 9.1k. Look, all prompts needed to be added. I sinned alot with this one, that's all I'll say. Also since I know not everyone is into it so it's better to mention it: Subaru and Kamui switch here.

Without further ado...

Prompts: "Use your tongue" + "Please don’t stop” + “Do you like that” + “I want to taste you” + “Open your mouth” + “Don’t cum yet” + “Just shut up and fuck me”

“Ah, w-wait Kamui!”

Despite Subaru’s pleads Kamui by no means waited. Seized him by shoulders and shoved backwards. Subaru’s back hit the door; in next instant Kamui was on him.

Kamui pushed thigh between his legs and pried them open; moaning and arching back from wooden door, Subaru allowed access. Without wasting a second Kamui latched onto his lips. Odor of alcohol was overwhelming; Subaru could taste it, on his tongue, on Kamui’s. Never before have they tried drinking this much; only reasonable they weren’t aware of side-effects. Subaru assumed having couple drinks more than usual wouldn’t hurt, that they both could their liquor given vampire abilities. Couldn’t have been more wrong however, seeing as hour in Kamui already got into flirty mood; give it fifteen minutes more and Kamui was already nuzzling against him. Two hours in and Kamui’s hand was down his pants; that’s where Subaru knew they had to leave in order to prevent embarrassment of a lifetime from occurring.

With a lot of groping, stumbling and heavy petting, they managed to get back to their hostel room; there were few risky moments where Subaru was close to completely giving in to Kamui’s advances and deciding alley at 2 AM was private enough. Still, somehow he managed to resist temptation enough for them to make it to make it to entrance door; that’s where Kamui’s patience finally snapped and Subaru ended up being slammed against door. Oh if only it was other side of the door, they’d be ripping each other’s clothes off by now.

Kamui drew in; no space was left between their bodies. They were grinding against one another like pair of teenagers, only now did Subaru become aware what their bodies were doing; totally unconscious, lust dictating every movement, every loosen inhibition. Subaru tilted head and kissed back with equal fervor; he pushed tongue over Kamui’s, tried to establish some control over situation. Kamui didn’t let him however; rolling Subaru’s lower lip between teeth he grinded their groins more rapidly. Sweet ache spread through entire body; Subaru gasped and moved head to side, successfully breaking the contact.

He tried to grasp key from pocket and unlock the door; task deemed difficult when he was pinned against said door and Kamui nibbled on neck; held him by hips and rubbed their clothed erections together. Oh gosh, he had to resist the temptation; had to find enough resolve to resist intoxicating pleasure. Close to impossible when Kamui flickered tongue over his neck so sensually.

“Let me unlock – ahhh!”, Subaru screamed when Kamui sank teeth in. Scent of blood spread around him, salacity intoxicating in mere second. Kamui whimpered himself; then shifted closer and bit again.

By no means he held back. Kamui wrapped arms around his waist, held him in place as he sucked on wound. Subaru snapped eyes shut and whimpered; simultaneously tried to unlock the door, but all in vain. He couldn’t focus with fire spreading through veins, not with how tight pants already were.

“Just a – ahh, just a little bit”, Subaru tried to gasp and ground himself but Kamui didn’t let him; almost as if he demanded all of attention to be focused on him and him only.

Kamui flickered tongue over wound, then closed lips over it and sucked. Subaru’s vision swam, all thoughts focused on how tantalizing each sensations felt. Shifting angle, Kamui rode his thigh and rubbed knee over groin; beyond arousing, there was no mistaking how hard both of them were. They should stop and get inside, at this rate someone will catch them pants down; it’d be beyond shameful, something neither of them wanted to experience.

Gathering what scraps of resolve were left, Subaru stilled Kamui by hip with one hand and tried to find the keyhole. Kamui puffed out, clearly frustrated by friction being kept at bay.

“Hurry”, he urged on, then licked new trail of blood sliding down neck.

Only on fifth try did the door creak open. Subaru didn’t even remember how he got inside; who pushed who, how they managed to not stumble and fall. Perhaps Kamui groaned ‘yes finally’, but he didn’t register it. All Subaru knew was that in one second Kamui was pinned against the door; in other Subaru was on him.

Without wasting a second, Subaru latched onto Kamui’s lips; moan passed from them, allowing him to shove tongue inside. Subaru tilted head and pushed as deep as possible; Kamui yielded without a protest, even encouraged further domination. Really, he usually wasn’t this aggressive but Kamui knew him like back of own hand; knew exactly what to do, what to say to push his buttons and make self-control shatter. Perhaps alcohol was also partially to blame here, but this ardency and utter lack of discipline over self couldn’t be attributed to anything but carnal cravings.

Subaru slid tongue over Kamui’s, then explored roof of mouth; flickered tongue over teeth then repeated the action; again and again. Kamui withered and moaned, tried to gasp for air. His back slid down wooden door, Subaru had to lean over him to reestablish the contact. This time he nibbled on Kamui’s lower lip, rolled it between teeth; not rough enough to draw blood, but certainly firm enough to cause Kamui to rapidly grind into his thigh. Allured by Kamui’s libidinous behavior, Subaru stepped in closer, all until no space was left between their bodies. He tautened hold over Kamui’s wrists, held him in place; slowly coaxed Kamui into tilting head and deepening the contact.

Gasp and moan; whimper and muffled groan. Subaru could get addicted to every lustful sound Kamui made. Heat spread through body, Subaru could feel himself getting harder and harder by each passing second. Oxygen ran low, he decided to break the kiss and speed up the tempo.

Panting instantly started. Subaru tried to regulate hammering heartbeat. Releasing grips over Kamui’s wrists, Subaru withdrew a fraction and gazed into Kamui’s eyes. Due to ardor and libertine craving, blue altered into predatory gold; in that moment Subaru realized his own eye color changed as well. Lust really at him alive to make him miss that.

“Do you like that?”, Subaru managed to breathe out in between the gasps. His cheeks must be equally flushed as Kamui’s, perhaps even more. Saliva tangled between their lips, Subaru blushed further at sight.

The look in Kamui’s eyes however, it spoke of nothing innocent or tame, just prurient desire. Lust for both blood and sensual gratification, Subaru knew without a shadow of doubt it’ll be a wild night for them; there was no restraining Kamui when he got loose, when unquenchable thirst overtook. That fiercer side tended to evoke something primal within him too, bestial even. Subaru had difficult time keeping himself in check when Kamui clearly wanted him just as loose.

“Please don’t stop”, Kamui hushed and closed in.

Hands slid underneath his shirt; weren’t cold per se, but still felt freezing against heated skin. Subaru gasped and shiver; that didn’t deteriorate Kamui, only spurred on further. In a heartbeat shirt was dragged above head and tossed somewhere neither cared. Kamui seized him by waist, pulled in and slammed lips on his.

Oh gosh, how addicting every sensation felt; Subaru couldn’t help being eager for more. Not like this was anything novel, they’ve had sex countless times before. Even if it was beyond depraved and straight-out wrong for twins to be doing something of that kind, neither of them could deny attraction they felt; devotion beyond mere sibling bond, they couldn’t negate sparks igniting whenever they touched, whenever they were beside one another. They’ve tried for so long, but deep down knew all desperate attempts were doomed to be fruitless and tension of unspoken would snap at some inevitable point. That moment turned out to be two years ago; they had no choice but to share a bed during stay in world they initially didn’t have enough money for another room or bed. Rest was history.

Clank of belt being unfastened captured Subaru’s attention; in a moment later metallic purr of zipper echoed through room. With ease Kamui pushed pants down legs and -

“Oh yes!”, Subaru moaned uninhibitedly as Kamui pushed hand down underwear and grabbed his erection. Initial touch so overwhelming Subaru was afraid he’d cum from it alone.

Thankfully he didn’t. Kamui eased underwear down legs and grasped him properly; gently rubbed over tip at first, then began stroking properly. Electricity bolted down spine, lust flared up within system. Instinctively Subaru grinded into touch, sought more friction. He gasped Kamui by shoulders and pulled him closer, chest to chest, groin to groin. Kamui glanced up at him, craving more than evident in golden eyes. Subaru needn’t be told anything, he could catch a hint.

Buttons didn’t unfasten smoothly; or maybe his hands were unsteady, Subaru couldn’t tell. Kamui half hissed half moaned, all in frustration.

“Just tear it apart”, he hissed after Subaru struggled too long for his strained patience.

Instinct took over, before Subaru was aware of himself he complied. Pushing fingers into front placket he ripped it open; under any other circumstances he’d be alarmed at display of brutishness but as lust at him from within he couldn’t care one bit. Kamui coaxed him to move to room’s center; encircled free hand around waist and kissed ardently. Strokes didn’t halt for a second, Subaru had issues focusing on undoing closure of Kamui’s pants. With little bit of fumbling around he finally managed to push pants and underwear down legs in one go. Subaru cupped him lightly at first, tested the waters. Luckily he opened eyes just in time to see Kamui’s pupils dilating and ecstasy washing over features. Moan left Kamui’s lips, ended up being muffled into contact; Subaru squeezed him firmer, just to see how higher Kamui can go.

Kamui broke the kiss and groaned deeply; with eyes squeezed shut, flushed cheeks and pleasure flashing over face, Subaru thought he looked breathtaking; that wasn’t even mentioning exquisite features and slender body. Taking another step backwards Subaru’s knees hit bed frame.

In a heartbeat Kamui shoved him down on sheets. Next instant Kamui was climbing on all fours above him.

Instead of kissing or touching, Kamui grinded their erections together. Subaru gripped the sheets and moaned; oh how utter bliss floated through veins, Subaru craved for more. Kamui aligned their crouches then rubbed their erections again; and again.

“It’s so fucking amazing”, Kamui breathed out in between the grunts. Voice already so hoarse, Subaru had no qualms about how hard he was; well, both of them.

Kamui coaxed his legs apart and laid between them and stretched body directly over his; then resumed with grindings. Oh gosh, this angle; it felt oh so amazing, so electrifying. On each thrust Subaru desperately rubbed back, white dots forming in peripheral vision. Kamui gasped and moaned above him; flushed face, pleasure washing over features and saliva dripping from lips – sight beyond erotic, Subaru felt his cock pulse, precome form at tip. He gripped Kamui’s thighs and made him lower on top of him; due to sweat their bodies glided smoothly together. Kamui curled spine and reached up; their lips met in a messy kiss, more clash of teeth than proper contact. Subaru tried to retain some sort of control; simultaneously bit Kamui’s lower lip and grabbed his ass cheeks.

Kamui yelped and broke the kiss. Startlement was brief however, Kamui grinded down on him and into hands fondling his ass. Heat spread through Subaru’s body, only thing on mind how to intensify utter bliss flowing through veins. Groan left his lips as Kamui licked his neck; perhaps anticipation of bite only aroused further. Another sensual lick, Subaru closed eyes and whimpered. He tried to find pace and establish some sort of dynamic but that was close to impossible; not with Kamui naked and aroused above him.

Kamui aligned their hips, then oh so slowly pushed tip of own cock up Subaru’s, from base to head. Subaru let out a choking sound, pleasure so mind-blowing, moremoremore was repeating in his mind like broken mantra. Kamui rubbed their shafts together, then dragged tip down Subaru’s length to the base and repeated the slow thrust; again and again. Subaru squeezed eyes shut and groaned on each rub; above him Subaru felt Kamui shiver.

Bite never came. Gradually Kamui lowered down and latched onto nipple. Subaru’s spine curved, ecstasy consumed him whole; no longer could he contain lewd sounds passing lips. Just like during daily life he had tendency to be disciplined and quite in bedroom (unlike Kamui, who could scream on mere handjob), used to be even a bit timid in beginning; shortly after they started sleeping together Subaru noticed Kamui was going out of his way to make him vocal; to make him lose it completely and be up the walls with levels of sexual pleasure. Unfortunately for him (and fortunately for Kamui), tactic tended to work and his self-control would crumble before they even got to main act; Subaru had to accept Kamui simply knew how to push his buttons.

Like right now for instance. Kamui flickered tongue over left nipple, first vertically; then horizontally. Pointing tip of tongue, Kamui pressed it directly over nipple and pushed. There was no withholding that high-pitched moan. Subaru reflexively dug fingernails into Kamui’s behind; Kamui groaned around his nipple and rubbed their cocks together. Evidently affected, Subaru intook delightfully; so he scarped nails over Kamui’s ass again; and again. Kamui relished in subtle stings of pain during sex, Subaru could always use his body against him to make him yield; not that he ever planed to be brutal with Kamui, but little bit of pain-play was more than welcomed.

Kamui managed to recollect himself; final glide of tongue over nipple, just when Subaru assumed he’d withdraw Kamui closed lips over it and sucked mercilessly Subaru’s mind went blank. On each thrust and suck Subaru felt his erection pulse more and more; at this rate he wouldn’t last.

“Enough enough”, Subaru hushed and gripped Kamui by shoulders; gradually coaxed him into raising head up.

Eventually Kamui complied; with parting suck left nipple and gazed up. Impatience was as equally palpable in golden eyes as lust. Saliva dripped from swollen lips, pupils fixated on his, cheeks flushed as Kamui tried to regain breath; heat rushed down to groin at erotic sight, Subaru felt heat rush down to groin.

Despite remaining wordless, Subaru could tell Kamui was frustrated with on-and-off way of lovemaking. In all fairness, Subaru was too. Still, even if Kamui would be fine with being taken without preparation (additional advantage of inhuman healing abilities), Subaru didn’t want to seriously injure him; not for a second. Subaru glance to one night-table; lube wasn’t there. Glanced other direction; not there either. Damn, last time they had sex was in the shower, wasn’t it? No way Kamui would let him go search now. Frankly speaking Subaru doubted he could find willpower to even try persuading him.

“Kamui turn around”, he blunted out.

Words caught them both by surprise; Kamui regarded him with puzzled look. Subaru felt pressure on cheeks, they ached due to intensity of blush. No, not the words itself, but what his depraved mind craved to do. He gulped down, pushed bashfulness to side and pushed on.

“I want to taste you”, Subaru rushed out before his face began boiling thanks to how hard he blushed.

Kamui’s face was as equally flushed; pupils dilated for a heartbeat, Subaru could detect the second realization settled in. Without complains Kamui obeyed; turned around and straddled his waist. Subaru had to bite lip to prevent himself from groaning at sight. Kamui always was ridiculously attractive but when he displayed that erotic slender body of his so provocatively, Subaru had issues keeping himself in check.

Arching back, Kamui crawled backwards and held groin over Subaru’s head. Ah, he misunderstood what Subaru wanted to do to him. Frankly speaking he could go down on Kamui but matter of preparation would remain unsolved.

“No, shift your hips and move down a bit”, Subaru gripped his hips and instructed him to crawl lower; wordlessly Kamui complied.

Wave of heat washed by; Subaru inhaled from bottom of stomach as to center himself. It’d be a buzzkill if he climaxed now, barely touched. Grounding himself to some degree, Subaru cupped Kamui’s cheeks; spread them open and licked.

Instant twitch, shortly followed by loud moan. Subaru tilted head and placed lips over rim and sucked; had to tauten hold as Kamui instantly grinded back. Yes, he relished in doing this to Kamui, especially knowing how much Kamui loved getting eaten out; those wanton reactions and screams of praise only served as inducement. Subaru pulled away a fraction, scraped nails over cheeks; wet lips with saliva then placed kiss over hole; gently at first, then gradually intensified the pressure.

Subaru felt Kamui tremble above him; breath falling short and panting unregulate. Tongue traced over rim, first in one direction; then another; then again, just more swiftly. Muscles contracted, almost as if inviting him in; Subaru felt his cock twitch, precome already sliding down shaft. Of no matter, he could endure and focus on Kamui for time being. Parting teasing lick, then Subaru slowly pushed tip of tongue inside.

Kamui screamed. He began thrusting back immediately, basically fucking himself on Subaru’s tongue; Subaru tried to keep him in place but to no avail, Kamui went feral. At this rate he’ll orgasm from little bit of licking, not something Subaru had in store. He pulled tongue out and withdrew a fraction; only then Subaru realized he was running short on oxygen. Kamui let out a frustrated groan, obviously aroused out of his mind. Mischief kicked in, Subaru let breath ghost over entrance, just to hear Kamui moan some more.

“Ah, I th-thought you’d… ahh, suck me off”, Kamui breathed out in between moans and whimpers.

Leaning back into sheets, Subaru tried to buy some time both for his panting to regulate and Kamui’s state of arousal to dampen down a bit. He kneaded both cheeks at first, then slid one hand down to testicles and gently cupped them; slow fondling, then gradually caressed more firmly. Kamui withered and whimpered unrestrainedly Subaru immediately put halt to all touches; better to not risk it and not give Kamui any means of obtaining orgasm now.

“You love to have your ass played with more”, Subaru murmured, massaged Kamui’s thighs; blush spread over cheeks once he comprehended what sort of dirty talk left his lips. Ironic yes, considering where those lips were seconds ago but Subaru couldn’t help it.

Kamui moaned pretentiously, indicating affirmation; whether this was his natural inclination towards wantonness showing or additionally loosened inhibitions under intoxication, Subaru couldn’t tell. What he could tell was how fire spread through veins and sweat rolled down temple upon seeing Kamui curve spine and stretch over him so kittenishly. Without thinking he gripped Kamui’s ass cheeks, spread them apart and flickered tongue over hole.

Lustful moan of his name broke out; it went straight to Subaru’s erection; he craved more. Both of them itched for more. Subaru pushed tip of tongue inside; tilted head for better access and started swirling tongue as rapidly as possible. From eye’s corner he saw Kamui gripping sheets, lowering completely over his body. Kamui panted and moaned uncontrollably; warm breath hovered over his equally heated cock, Subaru wished Kamui would take a hint and go down on him.

He didn’t. Instead Kamui moaned his name like mantra; sweated and trembled above him. Of no account, Subaru continued working him open; caressed base of Kamui’s cock with pinkies while other digits held his cheeks in place. First spiral licks, then he changed the tactic and thrust it up and down; then vertically. All in hope of driving Kamui insane with pleasure.

“Subaru more please! It’s so so good – ahhh!”

Lustful screams and pleads only spurred on further; Subaru tried to simultaneously suck on hole and move tongue circumferentially; perhaps blessing in disguise Kamui wasn’t sucking him off, otherwise Subaru doubted he’d be able to focus. As reward he squeezed Kamui’s ass rather roughly; instant whimper, insides clenched around his tongue; Subaru wished it was around himself instead.

Saliva easily dried on tongue, he had to pull away. Kamui grunted at lack of friction, arched back further up as reminder what Subaru should be doing instead. So lecherous and libertine in bedroom, behind closed doors Kamui scarcely ever concealed his desires; was even intemperate regarding them, Subaru couldn’t help find that trait endearing from time to time. What to say, Kamui was weak against sensual gratification and impulses of own body.

“Use your tongue too”, Subaru rushed out before he got down to business once again.

Briefly wondered if they should stop; at this rate they’ll both cum before actually having sex. Still, with how horny Kamui was tonight, consequentially making him just as eager, Subaru had no qualms night will last anyway.

Kamui gripped back of his thighs and pushed legs up. Subaru’s breath hitched up in throat. Wait, what was he doing? That wasn’t -

“Wait, Kamui that’s – ahhhh!”

All Subaru could do is tremble and moan as Kamui licked inside crack of his ass. For a moment Subaru had to pull back and recollect himself; back hit sheets as eyes flew wide open. Lack of stimulation didn’t deteriorate Kamui, if anything, only spurred on further. Hooking arms under thighs, Kamui held him in place; closed lips over rim and kissed passionately. Sweat ache spread through body, Subaru’s thighs trembled; good thing Kamui was holding them for him for otherwise Subaru doubted he’d find enough concentration for that.

“Ahh that’s - ohhhmygosh”, just as he was about to moan something incoherently Kamui pushed tongue past the rim. Vision blurred at edges, all Subaru could think is how mind-blowing utter bliss felt; how sweet will long postponed release feel.

“Revenge”, Kamui whispered in between the licks and sucks.

“Lick me again too”, he added. Like a puppet on a string tied to own carnal desires, Subaru complied; cupped Kamui’s ass and licked inside of left cheek.

“Hardly revenge when I’m enjoying it”, Subaru hushed into heated skin; then bit right cheek. Not brutal enough to break skin, but definitely enough for Kamui to feel pain.

In return Kamui scraped nails over back of thighs; ache spread through body, yet it altered into heat of arousal; all went down to groin, Subaru felt his erection twitch repetitively; precome forming and slipping down onto Kamui’s collar bones. He could barely rub himself against Kamui’s chest, just like Kamui couldn’t rub himself against his; they’ll both have to endure. Kamui bobbed head up and down; Subaru tried to imitate those thrusts. He pushed tongue inside Kamui and moved head more rapidly; added spiral swirls of tongue in the mix.

It was a game, Subaru concluded very soon; one of who’ll get other to snap or orgasm first. On one hand Subaru wished to win, on other wanted to cum so badly; still, as it’ll be beyond delightful if Kamui were one to be pushed over edge first, Subaru was determined to hold back as much as possible. On each thrust, suck or head bobbing almost as if Kamui was trying to outdo him and pleasure more intensely. Subaru pulled away and positioned flat surface of tongue over hole; then pressed. Kamui screamed and grinded animalistically into tongue; at same moment eased own tongue out and shoved two fingers inside. One leg fell down on sheets, full body shudder washed over Subaru; oh so amazing, so stimulating; pleaseeedontstop repeated within lust-hazed mind like a broken mantra.

Fingers spread into V-shape; Subaru felt his insides clenched, muscles on rim contracting. Strange, ache of initial penetration didn’t arrive; how Kamui managed to prepare him with tongue in such short amount of time, Subaru couldn’t fathom. Even if fingers were inside, Kamui still managed to lick and suck over rim; beyond skilled with that tongue of his, something Subaru knew intimately well. Not to laze around, he pushed own tongue inside again; thrust it in once, then again. Eased out and repetitively licked rim.

That finally caused Kamui to snap. He withdrew both tongue and fingers, arched back and screamed – “Yes yes yes - ahhh, I’m so so close, Subaru pleaseee!”

Subaru felt Kamui’s cock twitch against him, precome dripping down onto his chest. Ah, he didn’t want Kamui to climax so early. Subaru gripped base of Kamui’s cock; held it firmly but with not enough ferocity to hurt as stings would only entice Kamui further.

Per expected, Kamui let out a wail; miffed his orgasm was denied. Fleetingly Subaru felt bad for keeping Kamui’s pleasure at bay but this was for the best. Sensing Kamui was out of critical zone for reaching accidental orgasm, Subaru let go of his cock; mistake of his as Kamui immediately started grinding into his chest. Subaru immediately gripped him over hipbones and stilled. Another frustrated grunt could be heard.

“Don’t cum yet”, Subaru explained when Kamui gave him a pout over shoulder. Really, he looked more adorable and sexy than miffed. Desire flared up, Subaru so badly wanted to be inside him.

“Do you want to… you know”, he began uncertainly. How absurd to have issues vocalizing desire to fuck after he almost made Kamui orgasm by rimming him.

Kamui chuckled; sound so devilish and uncharacteristic, it aroused Subaru even more. Turned around and crawled on all fours above him; the look in golden eyes, it scorched through skin; spoke of nothing but raw carnal desire.

“Subaru”

He audibly swallowed; the way Kamui hushed his name when aroused, it was beyond erotic. “Yes?”, Subaru asked hesitantly.

In a flash Kamui swirled them around. Subaru yelped due to startlement; ended up on all fours above Kamui. Wasting no time Kamui wrapped legs around his waist and rubbed ass against throbbing cock; electricity bolted through spine, Subaru had to bite back a moan.

Their eyes met. Kamui licked lip and entangled fingers through his hair; pulled closer until their faces were inches apart. Kamui whisper huskily into his lips - “Just shut up and fuck me”

Before Subaru was aware of movement of own body, he was already positioning himself and pushing tip inside. Kamui arched back from mattress and squeezed eyes shut; praise after praise falling from lips, all in form of barely coherent moans. Only spurred Subaru on further; seeing as Kamui was in no pain or discomfort, he gradually pushed inside more and more; all until entire shaft was in Ah the heat, the tightness combined with how insides squeezed against him – sensations beyond intoxicating, Subaru had clench muscles on lower stomach to prevent himself from climaxing. He stilled for couple of second; Kamui was having none of that.

“I’m so horny, fuck me please”, Kamui moaned and thrust hips up; pulled hard at strand of Subaru’s hair and pulled him in ardent kiss. Ah, there was no winning with Kamui’s waywardness and insatiable libido; when he wanted something, he’d get it.

Gradually Subaru started moving as well; pulled erection out almost all the way, then slowly pushed inside. Kamui groaned into kiss; Subaru nibbled on his lower lip, then slid tongue over Kamui’s. The heat between their bodies was close to unbearable, only made them sweat more; despite critical level of lust floating through veins, Subaru wished to take it slow; to prolong this moment of unearthly passion and intimacy as long as possible. He gripped sheets and raised himself a bit for extra levage; changed angle of thrusts and slowly started pushing into Kamui again. Ah the raw pleasure, the utter bliss and heat; Subaru squeezed eyes shut and groaned at how amazing every sensation felt. Kamui tugged at his hair, sought deeper contact and brisker pace; on one hand Subaru wanted to grant him that wish; on other itched to fulfill own desires.

Kamui groaned profusely. Subaru had a hunch it was due to frustration. Still, if they prolong things and he edges Kamui a bit, he’d be screaming from top of lungs when he finally orgasms due to self-shattering intensity. Really, Kamui would be grateful and -

Abruptly Subaru was shoved backwards. Back hit the sheets, vision blurred at edges due to impact of fall. In a heartbeat Kamui was crawling over him; before Subaru could put together what happened Kamui straddled his waist and rubbed ass over erection.

“Wait Kamui!”, Subaru yelped for some reason, like he was actually aiming to stop Kamui; hell would freeze over before either of them called for halt.

Flushed face, tousled hair and bruised lips hanging open; feast for eyes, Subaru felt himself swell even more. Golden eyes fixated on his face, nothing but animalistic desire in them; Kamui gradually lowered gaze down his body; each place gaze lingered on felt aflame. Palms rested over navel; one hand shifted to Subaru’s erection.

“I’ll lose my mind if I have to wait a second longer”, Kamui said firmly. Propped himself on knees, positioned entrance over head and lowered down all the way.

The initial thrust, it made them both groan; they had to pause for a second. Subaru’s back curved from sheets, eyes flew wide open; he scraped fingernails down Kamui’s thighs. In return Kamui grinded hips experimentally; sparks ignited. Oh gosh, this amount or raw pleasure, it was unparalleled. Gradually Kamui propped himself up, left only tip inside; established eye contact, smirked devilishly and slammed himself down on Subaru’s erection.

Heat spread through body, every nerve felt like it was on fire. Kamui threw head back and moaned shamelessly; continued riding him swiftly and ferociously. On each upwards thrust head caught against entrance’s rim; on each downwards one Kamui slammed down to the hilt. Subaru had issue catching up with pace; guttural groans and hoarse moans slipped from lips, he couldn’t contain them; lewd sounds only spiced up by sexual ones their bodies made.

“Ahh-hah, d-deeper please, I need mo-more”, Kamui moaned while grinding down on him; shifted hips and tried to find the better angle. Kamui slowed up pace and positioned hand over navel; traced it up stomach and waist oh so slowly, Subaru could only follow as if hypnotized.

Kamui pinched left nipple; scraped fingernail over heated skin, then grasped it and pulled. High-pitched moan ripped from his throat, Subaru could feel how insides clamped down onto him; made his cock pulse in return. Kamui raised other hand to lips and nibbled on index finger. Image straight-out of wet dreams, all heat went down to Subaru’s groin; his cock twitched repetitively. He itched for more, for deeper penetration, for faster pace and rougher thrusts.

Last bit of self-restrain shattered. Subaru gripped Kamui’s hipbones and forced him down on himself; at same time began thrusting in synchronicity to movement of Kamui’s hips. Fire spread through veins, Subaru’s mind short-circuited; all he could focus on was heat around him, within him. Kamui whimpered his name, begged for more; for inhuman closeness, something even more primal.

Subaru groaned and changed angle of thrusts. There was no mistaking how Kamui’s eyes flew wide open and lips parted into O-shape; ah, he must have brushed against prostate. Beyond turned on by Kamui’s reaction, Subaru pulled erection out until tip only was inside, then slammed hips up just when Kamui was about to lower down on him.

“Yes yes thereee! Ahhh, it’s so so good!”, Kamui screamed from top of his lungs. Hands fell down to sides, Kamui held onto his hipbones and tried to find that angle again.

He managed after few experimental thrusts. Animalistic sounds ripped from Kamui’s throat; whimpers, chokes, screams, breathless calls of his name, groans and hoarse moans – Subaru couldn’t distinguish them; nonetheless all ballad to ears, all stimulated more to the point of aching. More. He craved more. Subaru significantly tautened grip over hipbones, pushed inside Kamui as deep as he could. For once he couldn’t find it himself to care if hold was bruising.

“You’re s-so amazing. Ahh-ha, keep going”, Subaru praised hoarsely; even to own ears his voice sounded way too wretched.

Subaru’s eyes followed lines of Kamui’s body while he bounced up and down on his cock; ethereally beautiful of course, but when presented in this obscene and intemperate way it was beyond epithumetic. Only alluring to be rewarded. Subaru caressed Kamui’s thigh with one hand, encircled other around tip and stroked in tandem with thrusts. Kamui snapped eyes shut, grinded teeth; his whole body trembled in desperate attempt to remain focused. Subaru slowly rubbed thumb over slit, collected bits of precome; then slid hand down and smeared it over shaft. Wrapped first around base and gave Kamui few loving pumps; raised fist up and made a repeat.

Kamui was losing it, that much was evident. From the way his body shook, to how rapidly he grinded into strokes; from how muscles on stomach visibly contracted, to how unsystematically he fucked himself down on Subaru’s cock. Not to claim he wasn’t effected, far from that. Subaru’s own panting got out of hand, heart hammering within ribcage mile per hour; yet still that palled in comparison to how rapidly his erection pulsed; minor miracle if he were to last for minute more.

“Feels good?”, Subaru hushed with hints of mischief, rubbed palm up Kamui’s back. He shivered instantly; bit lip and nodded frantically.

Ah, there was something special about seeing Kamui honest about his desires; during daily life he tended to evade the topic or answer equivocally with a blush; all due to bashfulness, trait they shared. In bedroom however, those inhibitions weren’t present, not even in traces. Like now for example, when Kamui rode him fiery and moaning for deeper and harder. More. They were both close, Subaru could feel it; just a question who’d orgasm first. Kamui raised up on knees, waited a second; then threw himself down onto his erection. Deep groan left Subaru’s lips; sounded closer to growl. Just a bit more. He closed eyes and tried to ground himself, to prolong this ardency for a bit longer.

Heat abruptly vanished; it took Subaru a few seconds to comprehend what that meant. Dead tight grip over thighs ground lust-hazed mind back to reality. Subaru opened eyes and saw Kamui, disheveled and aroused out of his mind, kneeling over him; the look in his eyes however, nothing was there except raw sexual desire; Subaru’s heart skipped a beat, sight so uncharacteristic it aroused him and threw of loop in same breath. Kamui bent his legs backwards and -

Nothing could have prepared Subaru for strength Kamui entered him with. Scream ripped from throat. Initial push was so brutal it caused his back to slide down sheets. No surface below, head and shoulders dangled from bed. No, they couldn’t fuck in this position, they’ll both fall down.

“Wait! We can’t like this”, Subaru yelped and lightly pushed Kamui back with knee.

In a flash Kamui pulled out and let him go. Subaru managed to crawl down to floor without falling; gradually got up and asserted the situation. Surely Kamui didn’t mean to be so forceful; carnal urges got to him. Before Subaru could ponder any longer why Kamui acted so and what now, Kamui got up from bed.

“I’m so sorry Subaru, I didn’t mean to hurt you”, Kamui apologized immediately, voice close to panicky.

Pangs of guilt evoke at seeing Kamui alarmed for no reason; they couldn’t continue fucking because of awkward position, not because he was in pain (although entering thrust did sting, but he’d never admit that to Kamui). From eye’s corner Subaru noticed Kamui’s legs wobbling. He stepped forwards; however with a limp. If situation was appropriate Subaru would have smiled knowingly or even teased.

“I just… lost control”, Kamui added despondently at last and gazed down to laminate.

One hand fell to side; with other Kamui pushed his erection back, almost as he was trying to calm arousal down. Must have been really close, Subaru concluded. Own arousal urged Subaru to put epilogue to this unnecessary pause.

Encircling arms around Kamui’s wait and pulling him closer, Subaru brought their foreheads together and hushed reassuringly - “You didn’t Kamui, just caught me off guard”

Kamui accepted the embrace; entangled fingers through Subaru’s hair and closed all space between their bodies; leg to leg, chest to chest. Kamui’s heart was beating as rapidly as his own; skin felt equally sweaty and inflamed. Their erections rubbed together; sweet ache instantly bolted down spine, Subaru hissed sharply. Kamui had similar reaction; snapped eyes shut and groaned. Eyelashes fluttered over flushed cheeks when Subaru grinded against him; Kamui’s lips fell open, yet no sound went on. He bolted hand down and cupped himself; instead of stroking like Subaru assumed he planned to, Kamui ripped base of own cock and squeezed. Ah, he was either trying to calm erection down or deny himself orgasm. No need for that. Subaru halted all movements, waited for Kamui to open eyes.

“Do you want to?”, Subaru whispered once half-lidded golden eyes met his. Kamui whimpered and nodded frantically. Desperation and sexual frustration looked exquisite on him, Subaru though privately.

“Please Subaru, can I fuck you please?”, Kamui pleaded, voice hoarse. Beg went down to Subaru’s groin, made him throb more.

“I’m so hard I can’t stand it any longer”, Kamui whispered into his lips; grinded into him as to make his point, like Subaru needed any additional evidence how turned-on he was.

That desperation, game of holding Kamui’s desires at bay and possibly having power to deny them; all fueled by Kamui’s libidinousness and inability to hold back – it enticed more than Subaru could anticipate. He took a step backwards; in synchronicity Kamui took one forward. Then again. And again.

Subaru’s back hit the wall; coldness made him shiver, contrasting temperatures only stirred up more. Kamui barricaded him with forearms but didn’t try to touch. Waited to be granted permission, despite how red and swollen his erection was; it had to hurt in similar fashion Subaru’s own throbbed. Still, this implicit power, Subaru would be a liar if he claimed he didn’t relished in it.

“Yes, of course”, Subaru murmured and brought Kamui in.

Subaru rigidified hold over Kamui’s shoulders, balanced himself properly; wrapped one leg around Kamui’s waist, then slowly another. Kamui took a hint and gripped his hipbones, securing the hold. Subaru tugged at Kamui’s hair and coaxed him to tilt head; flickered tongue over Kamui’s lips and whispered - “I want you inside me too”

Not second after admission left Subaru’s lips Kamui began entering him. Contrary to Subaru’s expectations, he did it slowly; gradually pushed tip inside, grunted and shuddered, then pushed shaft inside to the hilt.

Both of them groaned; oh gosh, he felt so full; even if subtle ache and discomfort persisted, they were nothing compared to utter bliss spreading through core. Kamui trembled in his arms; presumably with effort to keep still.

“Ahh, c-can I move?”, he asked hurriedly, voice drenched in desperation. Subaru hummed approvingly; in a heartbeat Kamui began fucking him properly.

Wall behind him freezing, body against anything but. Subaru groaned and scraped nails over Kamui’s back. Each thrust made him see white dots in peripheral vision, sent bolts of electricity down spine. Kamui pulled out entirely; skimmed head over rim. Subaru wondered why he wasn’t more forceful. Kamui rested head over his shoulder; reshifted hips and gradually pushed back in. Kamui’s palm rested over small of his back, pulled Subaru against himself as close as humanly possible. From corner of eye Subaru noticed Kamui had thumb and index finger encircled around base of his cock; whether it was to prevent orgasm or intensify eventual one, Subaru couldn’t tell; perhaps both.

Kamui groaned and curved spine; bottomed out and eased cock out until only tip was left. Subaru felt him tremble, felt warm breath over shoulder; had no clue how Kamui managed to hold back when resisting was never an easy feat for him. Ah yes, maybe he could push Kamui’s buttons in same manner Kamui did previously.

Sensual flicker of tongue over earlobe; Subaru nibbled on it, caused Kamui to lose focus and slam tip back inside; stretch of penetration ached, Subaru relished in sweat ache. Kamui hissed sharply and cursed under breath. Subaru took a chance to provoke him further.

“You f-feel, ahhh so am-amazing inside”, he whispered coarsely into ear, then bit the lobe.

Kamui growled; sound so uncharacteristic of him it ignited fire within Subaru; aroused even more. Abruptly Kamui slammed erection inside; somehow instantly brushed against prostate. Inner things trembled, Subaru had to tighten hold over Kamui’s waist. Pulse was going mile per hour, both within ribcage and down on himself; he was so hard, erection so swollen and red that it hurt. Subaru tried to rub himself against Kamui’s waist, managed to some degree but pleasure obtained was unsatisfactory; he craved more.

Kamui kept himself deep inside; barely eased out. “Keep it – ahh yes there! Like th-that, yes. Just ahh, a little h-harder”, Subaru praise in between grunts and moans.

Seemingly that only made Kamui lose it more. Thrusts gained speed and ferocity, Kamui clearly sought domination. Shift of dynamic must have made him snap, Subaru concluded dazedly; he yielded without a protest; purposely mewled and groaned for more. Per expected, that aroused Kamui even more; he felt so hard and hot inside. Kamui was one with inclination towards being vocal in bedroom, not him; in that manner whenever Subaru screamed or moaned exceedingly that tended to turn him the hell on. Deciding to be a tease, Subaru rested cheek over crock of Kamui’s neck; let warm breath ghost over skin, then licked sensually.

Kamui growled; Subaru had to bite back a groan at roughness of voice. Easing out almost entirely, Kamui fucked him with tip only; sparks ignited as head caught against rim, why he was so sensitive there Subaru couldn’t fathom. Still, he wanted it deeper and harder rather than this shallow teasing thrusts; each different from previous once, movements of his hips lacked rhythm; like Kamui was trying to find pace and angle that won’t immediately make him climax.

“I’m sorry, I – ahh, can’t… h-hold it anymore”, Kamui grunted and briefly paused with thrusts. Fingers were still wrapped around base, obviously in attempt to postpone orgasm.

Subaru combed fingers through Kamui’s hair, caressed his back; in a way it was endearing Kamui went so far to deny himself pleasure just so he’d last longer; put Subaru’s satisfaction above own. Adorable yes, Subaru cherished the gesture but equally wished to see Kamui lose control and do him rough without regards for anything. Using legs wrapped around waist, Subaru pulled Kamui’s hips close and forced him in; instant tremble followed by gasping whimpers.

Tracing kisses up Kamui’s nape, Subaru encouraged huskily - “You’ve held back enough, let yourself go Kamui”

In a heartbeat he was slammed back into wall; Kamui seized him by hipbones and entered to the hilt. Which one of them screamed, Subaru couldn’t tell.

Grip was dead tight, Subaru had no doubts bruises will be left; least of worries at the current for all he could think about was how deeply and roughly Kamui was thrusting into him; all inhibitions discarded, just prurient desire left. Evidently by speed and ferocity he was fucked with that Kamui was chasing own orgasm; Subaru praised him breathlessly, drew in as much as possible; tried to rub erection over Kamui’s stomach and obtain some friction.

Kamui appeared to be enticed further by praises; he whimpered and pushed cock even deeper; settled on fast deep thrusts, barely easing out. Each of those brushed against prostate, Subaru’s vision swam; this amount of raw pleasure and heat, fire scorching through veins and sweet ache bolting through nerves on each thrust – Subaru doubted he experiences anything as overwhelming and addicting; moremoremoremo -

“Oh gosh, I’m going to cum”, Kamui moaned, voice broken in tandem with animalistic trusts; pity Kamui’s face was concealed, Subaru wanted to see how wretched he looked.

He flickered tongue over Kamui’s nape; first upwards, then tilted head and licked horizontally; closed lips over one spot and sucked. Kamui moaned uncontrollably, Subaru discerned how panting patterned changed; combined with how Kamui’s whole body trembled and thrusts became relentless, Subaru concluded it was seconds in question. Deciding to bring him over edge, Subaru skimmed teeth over nape; squeezed legs around Kamui’s waist, than sank fangs into neck.

“Ahh Subaru, I’m – ahhhh ohmygoshyesssss!”

The strength Kamui gripped him with, it hurt; ache only aroused further. Subaru felt sweetest taste of blood reach tongue, metallic scent linger in air around them; so salacious. Simultaneously felt wetness being spilled deep inside; Kamui kept riding through orgasm, not for a second did he slower the pace of thrusts. Subaru sucked on wound, sank fangs in and deepened it; in one more wave Kamui release inside of him; he felt so full, so overwhelmed. Kamui’s erection pulsed inside of him, judging by how much he released orgasm must have been brutal; in echo Subaru’s own cock pulsed, he craved orgasm as well. Kamui cupped his ass cheeks and brought him even closer; rode through climax as deep and hard as he could.

After few more pushes and whimpers, Kamui stilled completely. Kept silent as he probably wasn’t present; locked within cloud nine of post-coital euphoria. Beyond adorable dazed like that, impulsive wish to dote on Kamui evoke; but own arousal urged him on; orgasm was postponed for so long, given how throbbing and swollen erection was, Subaru knew he’d lose his mind if he had to wait a second longer.

“Open your mouth”, Subaru commanded and sucked on bite-mark; collected blood in mouth then brought their lips together and made Kamui drink own blood.

Trick worked its magic; taste of blood snapped Kamui out of lethargic state. He groaned and responded into kiss instantly; allowed Subaru’s tongue to shove blood down throat. Kamui enwrapped legs from waist and pulled out; instantly trails of semen dripped down thighs. Subaru squirmed, tried to stabilize himself but legs wobbled nonetheless. Kamui held him by waist again, gentler this time around; walked backwards and dragged Subaru with him, all until back of his knees hit bed.

Kamui let himself fall into sheets; only then Subaru had chance to properly look at his face. Cheeks tilled pink, playfully yet blissful look in golden eyes, messy hair and bruised lips, trail of blood he was fed to dripping down chin – evidently self-satisfied thanks to post-orgasmic euphoria. Sight straight out of fever dreams, it made Subaru throb.

“It’s my turn now”, Subaru rushed out as eyes wandered over Kamui’s slender body; cheeky smirk reached Kamui’s lips upon detecting he was ogled; he bent legs backwards, spread them and exposed himself.

Subaru let out a guttural growl at wanton image in front of him. Wasting no time he grabbed himself and began stroking. Ah, the initial stroke, he thought he might cum from it alone; he had to pull away. Subaru inhaled from bottom of stomach and grabbed cock again; rubbed at tip for a second, slid fist down to base and began pumping.

“You, ahh - have no idea h-how sexy… you l-look”, Subaru praised hoarsely, voice broken by how aggressive strokes were.

Kamui arched back and moan, irrefutably to arouse him more; nonetheless Subaru could tell he was puzzled by turn of events. Of course he’d rather fuck Kamui and finish inside him rather than own hand but knew first hand how uncomfortable being penetrated post orgasm could feel; thus didn’t want to make Kamui easy.

Unlike him, Kamui wasn’t nowhere that generous; he made resisting even more challenging by hooking legs over his shoulders. Slight pull made Subaru topple forwards; he ended up kneeling between Kamui’s spread legs. Subaru gripped Kamui’s left thigh and for a moment simply gazed down at Kamui. With disheveled appearance, half-lidded cat-like eyes, chest oscillating up and down, skin glistering thanks to sweat and arms thrown behind head he was a feast for eyes; erotic image went down to Subaru’s erection, made him twitch and more precome form at tip. No, he couldn’t take it any longer. Subaru squeezed at tip, dug fingertip into slit and watched even more precome rush out; almost entire shaft was soaked. Fist slid down shaft, Subaru squeezed at base to dampen down arousal scorching within veins; to no avail, lust ate from within.

“I could say the same for you Subaru”, Kamui whispered and whipped trail of blood with thumb; brought it to lips, pushed tongue past them and licked mid-air, right where Subaru could see. Ah that little minx, he knew exactly how to allure him; how to use beauty and sexiness against him.

Kamui rested palm over chest; sensually slid it down chest and stomach. Subaru’s gaze followed as if hypnotized. Kamui spreed ass cheeks and urged - “Finish inside me”

In that moment Subaru felt all rationality and self-discipline within him shatter; whether it was due to Kamui’s boldness or urgency of own need, Subaru couldn’t tell, neither cared. Gripping Kamui’s hips Subaru levitated his ass from bed and entered him to the hilt.

Their groans fused; Kamui arched back from sheets and crossed ankles behind his nape. Subaru snapped eyes shut and growled; ah the heat around his erection, the overwhelming ecstasy, he couldn’t hold back anymore. Pulling out almost all way, Subaru thrust in as deep and fast as he could; his cock twitched repetitively, inner thighs trembled. White dots played behind eyelids, toes curled and all heat bolted down to groin. Ah he was so close, just a little bit more. Sweat rolled down temple, electricity bolted down spine on every grind. Ah more, just a little bit more. Oh yesyeysyesthere -

World narrowed. He couldn’t focus on anything but Kamui’s body and own urgency. After one more thrust Subaru felt passion topple over edge; there was no stopping anymore, he rigidified hold over hips, brought Kamui directly against himself and started fucking relentlessly. In a flash world went black.

“Ahhh yes! Finally, ah I’m gonna - “

Subaru felt arms being wrapped around neck, felt himself being pulled down into messy kiss.

Reality shattered in a moment; nothing existed except raw carnal pleasure and utter ecstasy. Subaru’s heart hammered like crazy, pulse down on himself went rapid; It took him a few seconds to realize he actually was climaxing. In response Kamui squeezed insides around his erection. Muscles clenched on stomach as he began spilling inside Kamui in one more wave; Subaru kept himself deep, kept on thrusting as he rode through orgasm; he couldn’t recall ever cumming this hard or long; even if he wasn’t pumping any more seed Subaru still felt like he was cumming. All guttural sounds he released were muffled into kiss; it was more of clash of teeth for Subaru couldn’t control himself but at that moment it was exactly what he needed; what felt so so right.

Eventually all movements came to halt. Subaru wasn’t aware of anything but post-coital hormonal euphoria flowing through bloodstream. Orgasm so self-annihilating nothing existed in a moment; nothing but utter bliss. Chest was oscillating up and down, heart beating like crazy; lips quivering and breath falling short. Fingers raked through his sweaty hair and – what? Ah right, it was Kamui. In moment of climax Kamui drew him down; he was currently laying over him. Kamui’s legs fell from shoulders, rested down on sheets; Subaru took a chance to ease himself out. Slight grunt, otherwise Kamui kept silent.

Subaru raised on forearms and gazed into Kamui’s eyes; they were as equally wide, cheeks just as red, lips just as parted as he tried to regain breath. It took Subaru couple of seconds to calm panting down.

“That was…”

“…mind-blowing”, Kamui finished the sentence.

Subaru turned to side and laid beside Kamui; he reached for the sheets and dragged it over them. Kamui managed to snatch pillow from other side of bed somehow. Now that sweat dried and sexual heat slowly evaporated, coldness settled in; catching a cold was impossible for them but this was more about comfort.

Their legs tangled as they laid cuddled sideways; Subaru felt some of his release slipping down Kamui’s things, just like Kamui’s was dripping down his. Ah… they should get cleaned up, shouldn’t they? In all candidness, post-coital bliss tended to sedate him too, Subaru felt too lethargic to move an inch, let alone go take a shower.

“Can we clean up in the morning?”, Kamui asked as if reading his thoughts. “I’m tired”, he added with a yawn; then stretched like a cat. Subaru found it adorable; he leaned in and kissed Kamui fleetingly.

“Of course”, Subaru whispered into his lips once kiss ended.

Really, they could wait. Wound on Kamui’s neck closed, one Kamui left on him outside hostel room healed hours ago; strain in legs and sleepiness only encouraged laziness. Subaru decided to let it slide for once. He felt so satisfied, so at peace. Encircling arms around Kamui’s shoulders Subaru embraced him; tucked under chin and nuzzled into Kamui’s hair. Warmth coiled within chest, affection and devotion surged through him. Purring and cuddling closer, Kamui instantly responded to hold; rested arms around waist and closed eyes.

“Although… “, Subaru murmured absentmindedly after minute. Kamui hummed inquisitively.

“I wonder if we’ll get cleaned up at all in the shower”, Subaru explained in light tone, telltale why that’ll be a case. With Kamui’s insatiable sexual appetite there was no telling; all Subaru had to do was touch him in way Kamui’s hormones deemed as enticing manner and shower sex would no longer be optional.

“Pervert”, Kamui murmured nonchalantly without even opening eyes; then yawned and nuzzled like a kitten.

“Me? What does that make you Kamui?”

“I don’t know, I’m too sleepy”, Kamui responded absentmindedly; only accented said drowsiness by another yawn. “Mega pervert I guess…”

No way Kamui was aware of what he was saying; under regular circumstances he’d go red as cherry and stutter rather than admit something like that. So adorable. Subaru chuckled and gently rubbed back. Kamui let out a purr. Shortly followed by another yawn; Subaru had to bite back one of his own; looks like drowsiness was contagious.

“Let’s just sleep for now”, Kamui whispered and nuzzled into embrace.

Slumbered lured; Subaru gave into it. Closing eyes he shifted closer and sought warmth of body beside him; Kamui followed the patter. Eventually they both fell asleep in each other’s embrace.

[msmoonfire]

Easy Candlework 101 - All you must know

So you wanna use candles, right?! Keep reading for more juice.❤

Hey guys, today I'm sharing with you the most essential info & rules to achieve effective candlework in your everyday life. I'll try to keep it as concise and simple as possible & hope this post helps you maximize the outcome of your rituals!

Little disclaimer: by *ritual* I mean the sole purpose you're using the candle for. Your commitment and intent IS THE RITUAL. Not necessarily related to a session featuring other magic tools and formal spellwork.

To make sure you're using the best candle for your intent, check each specific correspondence here below. Focus on your goal and consider for how long are you going to use the candle. Practice makes perfect! *PLEASE STAY SAFE WHILE HANDLING CANDLES, FIRES AND MATCHES. BE EXTRA CAREFUL, DON'T LEAVE CANDLES UNATTENDED.*

Thank you loves, xox msmoonfire IG: msmoonfire

1. When to light a candle.

Candles should be used ONLY IN MOMENTS OF NEED, STRUGGLE AND WEAKNESS. Using a candle in moments where it's not necessary is INEFFECTIVE. You can't use them as an "additional" or "supportive" ritual for what is already perfectly fine. Save yourself some money and stop wasting candles for non-honorable purposes. Fire energy is proud and very strong, it doesn't like just to be a useless "accessory" in your space. Do not offend it.

Each time you light a candle, there must be a serious reason why.

2. What candle do I choose?

Size, height, duration, color and scent all depend on your needs.

Maxi votive candles (40h+ duration) - Use if you're stuck in a situation that'll take long weeks or even an entire month to come to an end: you can light it every night for 2-3 hours until you achieve your goals.

Big candles (30h+ duration) - Use if you're stuck in a situation that'll take about 15 days to come to an end: you can light it every night for 2-3 hours until you achieve your goals.

Medium candles (20-26h duration) - Use if you're stuck in a situation that'll take between 1 week and 10 days to come to an end: you can light it every night for 2-3 hours until you achieve your goals.

Mini candles (2-4h duration) - Use if you're invoking the help of fire energy for just a 1-day matter, use tealights and small candles. Let it burn until the flame expires by itself, do not suppress it.

BARE CANDLE: it's the candle alone, you decide what type of candle holder goes underneath. Plates, flat coasters & ashtrays are recommended. Very effective in small sizes. Use if you don't need extra protection and for shortest term rituals (1-2 days). When larger, it can be placed inside a lantern or vase (read VASE C. or LANTERN). Can't be lit in social settings, indoor only. This type of candle supports the presence of other flames.

JAR CANDLE: Jarred candle or jar containing a candle, includes a jar cap. The cap is very useful for suppressing the flame gently; this type is recommended for long term rituals that require you to light up and extinguish the candle every night. Excellent for patience, perseverance, affection and self-help. Can be lit in social settings ALONE, without the interference of other candles.

LANTERN: whatever candle you decide to place inside a lantern. Best effective for welcoming GUIDANCE, spirituality, PEACE, HOPE and INSPIRATION. DON'T USE for anything related to sadness/negativity/confusion, this candle WON'T HELP YOU SOLVE PROBLEMS. Can only be lit in private or familiar settings, both outdoor and indoor. This type of candle supports the presence of other bare flames at a reasonable distance.

VASE CANDLE: candle poured or placed inside a vase holder. Vase candles don't have a cap, they're open on top. Best suitable for pyromancy/flame reading, social relationships, deep spellwork and protection (the taller the vase/the darker the color of the vase, the stronger the protection). By far the most powerful yet sensitive of all, can't be lit in social settings. Indoor only. This type of candle DOES NOT support the presence of other flames.

ROUND/FLOATING CANDLE: has round edges, made to float on water during a relaxing bath or just for atmosphere in a pond. They interact well with water energy, best suitable for emotions, mystery and for any sort of healing ritual. Can be lit in social settings but most effective in private, both indoor and outdoor. This type of candle supports the presence of other "twin" flames.

CLASSIC THIN & TALL CANDLE (candelabra): typical slender candle, excellent for spirituality, enlightment, ambition, special occasions and wealth. Being a tall candle, it strives towards a higher dimention and energy. Can be lit in social settings, indoor only. Supports the presence of other flames. Best effective if colored (non-white).

3. What color should I pick?

White: neutral wishes, positive energy within ourselves, light-hearted thoughts, purity, weather, anything home-related, balance, equality, winter.

Black: deep issues, overcoming fears and disorders, difficult problems of any sort, protection, investigation, inner strength, vision, tension, explicit clarity, negative energy to fight off.

Indigo, Purple: spirituality, beliefs, transformation, rebirth, higher knowledge, research, prayers, emotional connection, meditation, strong neutral energy that needs to be channeled upwards.

Blue: motivation, logic, control, consistency, physical movement, gaps and lacks of any sort, donations, masculine energy, males, assertiveness, addiction, prizes, charts, competitiveness, law.

Lilac, light blue, turquoise, periwinkle etc.: freedom, exploration, travel, serenity, peace of mind, good will, big steps, dreams, mood improvement, healing, positive energy that needs to expand, summer.

Light/Dark grey: must use this color only in case you run out of candles or have a minor neutral doubt. It's the weakest, most vulnerable color of all. Its absolute neutrality can be affected by negativity.

Yellows: your own relationship with nature outdoor, vitality, the arts, music, musical instruments, games, service, help, encouragement, small steps, new life, newborns, babies, spring.

Oranges: boldness, personality, social relationships, respect, parties, breaking control, breaking the rules, breaking patterns, decision making, negative energy from other people that needs to be sent back to the source, breakups.

Browns: formalities, work environment, stability, assets, tasks, stasis, milestones, practicalities, buildings, construction, neutral energy that has to stay fixed and stored inside your own body and possessions, long term memory, autumn.

Greens: environment, plants, progress, accountability, sustainability, food, sports, animals, crafts, strong neutral energy that is essential for our survival, common sense, empathy, inspiration.

Pinks (antique, candy, dust...): Love, collaboration, confessions, talks/chats, sex, behavioral changes, patience, understanding, menstrual cycle, labor, delivery, reception, friendships, courage, gossip, feminine energy, females, intuition.

Reds: passions (hobbies, competitions, dreams, jobs), determination, fury, anger, negative energy that needs to be balanced out, high pressure, stress, beauty, glamour, taboos, speed, war, drama, devastation, destruction, short term memory.

Fuchsia: anything moral, ethic thoughts, human rights, philosophy, heightened sensitivity/intuition, humanitarian propaganda, originality, demonstrations, collectivity, unity, deep conversations, study, culture, open mind.

Gold: = Yellow + all things money-related and sunshine.

Silver: loneliness, cozy environment, cold temper, sacred space, the outer space, modernity, modern style, metals, fish, any measure of time, time, clocks, watches, anything cold/frozen/precious/eternal.

Bronze: similar to brown + the past, hearth, wood, the 4 seasons, strength, warm environment, anything cooked/boiling hot/old/seasoned, spices, resistance, hospitality, endurance, restoration, recycling, maintenance.

[steel-and-fire]

The fight on this side had all but been decided. While the insectoid monster did not have any mortal injuries yet, it had been all but crippled. Ferenir was tasked to fight creatures that were physically and magically stronger than him on the regular. He was not born this powerful after all, for the longest time he was little above a strong human, and he still had to deal with every terrific danger and survive regardless.

That's why the blacksmith learned to utilize a very important fact of the world. Strength doesn't equal the same amount of durability. Everyone has weak points, and by targeting them, you instantly level the fighting field, equalizing the power difference. Of course, it all came down to how aware one was of them, and how good they were at protecting them.

That's why, despite his toughness, he still wore powerful armor, covering all his easy vitals entirely. The monster, probably far from used to the tiny 'shell' of humans wthstanding its attacks, wasted its offense in trying to penetrated the adamantine.

Hah. And now it kept trying to stand on its arms to even move.

Yet, the dragonborn would not just let it scurry away. "You're too dangerous.", he muttered, his eyes sparking gold aura. "And not intelligent enough to learn any lesson from today. I am sorry."

His apology was genuine. And so were his attacks, massive, quick, fierce. His hammer crushed on the defending limbs of the monster, while he himself took blow after blow with little more than a flinch.

Hehad no care for the vitals yet, and kept targetting the limbs, till even the last one laid snapped and unmoving.

And as the beast screeched in a desperate, final attempt to dissuade the attacker, it was silenced, the hammer being brough down on its head with terrifying force, the impact echoing in a sickening crunching sound throughout the entire area.

It was the first attack to a vital spot it received, and it was the last. The man exhaled a heavy breath, panting a little as he turned around to see how Shyvana was doing...

Pretty good for herself, he expected nothing less. He just took a seat, catching his breath, and enjoying the dragoness unleash her power...It was a sight he could only dream to witness, and now he had full front view of it.

The golden dragonblood took a large breath in, and continued running towards the monster. The insectoid, snapping out of its confusion quickly enough, readied itself to welcome the warrior with another large, powerful swing.

Ferenir slid under it, using his tail to propel himself back on his feet in a seemless motion. He had learned to fight with his draconic body a little better recently, and with a turn of his body, he delivered a powerful blow to the joint of one of the beast's legs, a sickening sound hearing as it seemed to snap.

While not the most powerful fighter in terms of offensive abilities, nor the most trained warrior, he had accumulated enough experience for his fighting insticts to be razor sharp. Go for the weak points, little by little wear the enemy down, use your endurance to your advantage.

And so he did, although it was anything but easy. The monster dived in to bite, now in a frenzy. Horrible screeches that shook the very body to the bones kept being released, making him feel like he was being rattled from the inside out. The many arms closed in from all directions, and mostly found their target, pounding and stabbing into the small humanoid with cruel power.

But despite the pain, Ferenir had closed his arms to himself, the attacks hitting either his armor or his powerful arms, the toughest part of his body after his head. Enduring the rain of the attacks, he kept advancing forward, and with a sudden jump, he snapped the other leg of the monster as well...this time causing it to fall, forcing it to hold itself on to its arms instead.

Enough to hold it up, for sure....But its aggression seemed to fade. It stared at the creature it thought prey...and took a step back, screeching without stop.

"Phew...You sure are tough...", the smith chuckled, wiping some blood from his face, and started walking towards the insect, patting his hammer on the palm of his free hand.

"But you are not smart, you little shit.", he spat a growl, his face twisting into annoyance. He had the upper hand now, and the adrenaline of battle was being replaced by his pure irritation at having been attacked, once again, right on this beautiful day.