#not tagging the others they r barely visible

[meowfountain]

thing i made for the jacknjellify video !

[adhdo5]

[indistinct muttering] LXC stabs JGY on pretty much reflex, the post that talks about how masks (or image compositions in this case) that conceal the eyes and leave the mouth exposed present the subject as a physical being before a person, the eyelashes are my favorite and most ~distinct part of my LXC design, LWJ’s able to forget worldly concerns which in MDZS are framed as the political concerns of the jianghu and Wangxian elope but Xiyao’s values and thus what they admire in each other are inextricable from that dust, 不欲染尘/染尘不由我, both of the previous entries in this series of doodles have LXC’s fangs while relevant mostly concealed [voice rising to full volume again] and that’s all the effort I’m putting into my Xiyao vampire AU thesis. Good night

[chancloud8]

Positive

Pairing: lee felix x reader

Word count: 1,8k

Tags: a tiny bit of angst, fluff, pregnancy

Summary: a positive surprise for you and your boyfriend felix

a/n: I was in need of some comfort/fluff, so this happened? Enjoy <3

Through your tears you see two barely visible pink lines and beside you on the floor are three more tests, all of them showing two lines. 

Positive. 

'Shit, shit, shit, this can't be happening,' you mumble, combing your fingers through your messy hair. 

There's one more unused test in your purse and for a moment you debate peeing on yet another stick. Maybe these four were wrong, maybe it's false positive, maybe the last one will show only one line.

'How did this happen, y/n?' You whisper to yourself, pulling on the strands of your hair. 'How could you let this happen?' 

You know how, of course. It's fairly obvious with the amount of mind blowing sex you and your boyfriend Felix have been having, but to your memory you were pretty sure the two of you always remembered to use a condom. 

Your phone buzzes in your purse, but you ignore it. Now is not the time to talk to Felix, or anyone really. You're pretty sure that as soon as you hear his voice you'll either burst into tears or tell him right away that you're pregnant. 

Pregnant.

Fresh tears roll down your cheeks and you bite your fist to not let any sobs escape. You may be the only person currently in the bathroom, but someone can always come in. 

It's not like you don't want a baby. You've been dreaming of becoming a mom basically your whole life and ever since meeting Felix, that desire has only grown stronger. The thing is, you've never really spoken about it before. 

There have been jokes and silly imaginations about what your future would be like in a few years from now or when you'll start a family together, but the timeline of that future has always been for much later in life. 

The sound of a door opening startles you and you hastily start to gather all four of the tests from the floor. In your hurry one slips from your fingers and slides across the floor and under the door to the other side. 

Fuck. Of course. 

You reach out to blindly grab the test, but instead of plastic your fingers meet warm and soft skin. 

Please be a woman, please be a woman, please.

‘Y/N? Is that you in there?’ 

You squeeze your eyes shut at the familiar voice and this time a sob does escape your mouth. 

‘Y/N? Open the door, baby,’ Felix begs, pulling on the handle as if that will be enough to unlock the door from the inside. 

‘Please don't be mad,’ you cry. ‘I didn't know.’

There's a short silence and you bite your lip, trying to stop it from trembling. 

‘Baby,’ Felix his deep voice is soothing. ‘Why would I be mad? If what I'm holding in my hand right now is what I think it is, then I couldn’t be happier.’ 

It only takes a second for you to unlock and open the door, revealing Felix with sparkling and wet eyes, flushed cheeks and such a wide grin, that you immediately stop crying. 

‘R-really?’ 

‘Yes, Angel, are you kidding me?’ he smiles, reaching out to pull you in his arms. ‘Is it what I think it is though? Are you sure?’ 

You bury your face into Felix's neck, breathing in his familiar scent as you cling onto his hoodie. 

‘If you think you're holding a stick I peed on, then yes,’ you murmur, cuddling even closer to him. 

The test immediately falls to the floor and you can't help but giggle as Felix maneuvers you towards the sink to wash his hands, all while you're still clinging onto him. When he's finished he wraps his arms around you. 

‘What do two lines mean?’ he whispers, pressing his lips to your temple. 

‘You know what it means, babe.’

‘I need to hear you say it.’ 

You lean back a little so you can look him in the eyes. There's no anxiety, fear or anger in his beautiful brown eyes, only love and hope. 

‘If the doctor confirms it,’ you start, but your bottom lip quivers again so you take a deep breath before you continue. ‘I'm pregnant.’

Felix closes his eyes and smiles, shaking his head like he doesn't believe you. Tears roll down his cheeks and his hold on you tightens. 

‘Say that again,’ he murmurs, burying his face into the crook of your neck and pressing kisses at every inch of skin he can get to. 

You giggle and try to push his head away. ‘Felix! That tickles’ 

‘Say it again, Angel,’ Felix begs, his voice deeper than before.

‘I'm pregnant.’

Saying it out loud makes it even more real and for the first time since seeing the two pink lines, you feel butterflies in your stomach.

You're pregnant. You're carrying Felix his baby in your stomach, your baby. 

Felix lets out a shuddering breath and laughs. It's one of the best sounds in the world to your opinion. 

‘You’re going to be a dad, Lixie,’ you whisper, moving up your hands to touch his wet cheeks. ‘The best dad in the whole wide world.’ 

****

Three weeks after finding out you'll be parents in about seven to eight months, you're sitting in the waiting room of the hospital with Felix's hand clasped in yours. 

‘I need to pee so bad,’ you whine, bouncing your left leg up and down as if the movement will help distract your bladder. 

Ever since that day in the bathroom at JYP's, Felix has been in full research mode. He bought multiple books, printed out articles and spent hours browsing online to learn about pregnancy and newborn babies. 

‘I know, Angel, but according to the internet it's best to go in with a full bladder or they might not be able to see the baby very well,’ Felix patiently explains, just like the other six times you complained. 

‘I might not be able to hold it if they press that thingy on my belly,’ you grumble. ‘You want me to pee all over the seat?’ 

Felix pulls a disgusted face and you laugh, immediately regretting it when your bladder screams at you for release. 

A door opens in the hallway and a tiny woman with curly brown hair and a long white doctor's coat steps out of a room. 

‘Miss L/N, Y/N?’ 

You stand up with a nervous smile and tighten your fingers around Felix's. To his credit he doesn't wince at your death grip. 

‘What if they don't see anything?’ You whisper to Felix as you walk towards the kind looking woman. ‘What if they don't hear a heartbeat?’

Your own heart is beating in your chest like a wild beast and you can almost imagine it coming out of your ribcage like it sometimes does in cartoons. 

‘Breath, babygirl,’ Felix soothes, pressing a kiss to your temple as he guides you into the room. ‘We'll be okay no matter what.’ 

You're pretty sure that isn’t true, but maybe now is not the time to panic about that. 

‘I can tell you're nervous,’ the doctor smiles at you and gestures to the surprisingly comfortable looking table. There's some sort of soft leather cushion on top of it with a paper sheet. ‘Why don't you lay down, so we can have a look.’ 

Felix helps you up the table and stands by your side, your hand still in his. 

The doctor explains to you what she is going to do and that if she can’t see the baby, she'll try a vaginal ultrasound instead. You nervously bite your lip and nod, your gaze finding Felix's. 

‘Relax, Angel,’ he smiles, lifting your intertwined fingers to his mouth to press a kiss on the back of your hand. 

The gel is cold on your stomach and with baited breath you look at the monitor beside your head. At first all you see is grey and white smudges, but then the doctor stops moving and a black circle comes into view. 

‘There,’ the doctor smiles, turning the monitor more towards you. 

Your mouth drops open at the sight of the tiny little bean and Felix gasps, his fingers tightening their grip around yours. 

And then you hear it.

The heartbeat. 

Tears spring into your eyes and when you look at Felix, his cheeks are already strained with tears, his eyes shining with happiness. 

‘Congratulations, you’re most definitely pregnant,’ the doctor laughs. ‘You’re about 8 weeks along.’

‘We're having a baby,’ you say, your voice croaks and you smile so wide it hurts your cheeks. 

‘We're having a baby,’ Felix repeats, crying, and leaning over you to press his forehead against yours. ‘You've just made me the happiest man alive, Angel.’ 

You laugh and wrap your free hand around the back of his neck to pull him in for a kiss. His lips are soft and taste salty from his tears. 

‘And I'm the luckiest woman alive to have you by my side for this,’ you whisper against his mouth.

‘Oh you two are adorable,’ the doctor giggles and when you look up you see she snapped a picture of you with her phone. ‘I'll airdrop it to you,’ she winks. 

‘Can we have pictures of the ultrasound too?’ You ask her, eager to have even more proof in your hands that this is all real. 

‘Of course, I'll print them out for you.’ 

You turn your attention back on Felix and kiss him again and again, until the doctor clears her throat and you pull away with flushed cheeks. Felix chuckles and accepts some paper towels to clean your stomach. 

‘Sorry about that,’ he says, smiling shyly at the doctor. 

‘No worries sugar, I've seen way worse,’ the doctor winks, making the both of you laugh again. 

When you walk back to your car you can't stop looking at the pictures of the little bean growing inside your stomach. 

‘Is this really happening?’ You ask Felix. 

‘Yes, my love,’ he grins, tucking you closer to his side. ‘It’s real.’

‘Can we tell the boys?’ 

‘Really?’ His eyes widen. ‘They'll lose their shit.’

You grin up at him and kiss his cheek. ‘Better watch your mouth, daddy to be, can't have you swearing in front of the baby.’ 

His eyes darken and before you realize what is happening you're gently pushed against the side of your car. Every inch of Felix's body is pressed against yours and you let out a surprised laugh. 

‘Lix!’

‘Soon I won't be able to do this anymore, got to savor the moments I still can,’ he says, capturing your mouth in a deep and passionate kiss. 

You melt against him and for a minute you forget that you're in the hospital's parking lot. All that matters right at this moment is you and Felix. 

And the little human growing in your belly.

a/n: felix will make the best dad one day! I might write more of this if you guys are interested ;)

>> part 2: telling the boys

disclaimer: ive never had an ultrasound (of my uterus at least), so this is all based off the stories my co workers have told me haha

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[idkfitememate]

Hear me out but horse!creator finding out where kaeya live and just flopping on his bed and just falling asleep. I don’t know how they fit, he problem has the princess wooden bed polls on his bed frame if anything. But just horse!creator back on the bed hooves up Towards the ceiling, with kaeya coming back for patrol or to drunk and needed a nap maybe diluc has to bring him back home and they just see a horse on the bed snoozing away.

Ps I feel out of spite if not just to mess with kaeya that horse!creator likes to be with diluc

-🐎anon



Neigh

My House Now

૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : Diluc & Kaeya x Horse!Reader

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 592

��꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : Crack & Crack

“What the…” Those were the only words that could leave Diluc’s lips.

Before him you lay in Kaeya’s bed, completely covering the spread, hooves in the air and mouth wide open allowing your demonic snores to fill the room.

Diluc huffed, adjusting Kaeya Om his shoulder while continuing to stare at you to try and make sense of the situation. While thinking, you shifted, rolling over to face the duo with a loud thump. The readheads eyes traveled to the bluehead who hiccuped in his sleep - terrifying and should’ve woken him up but didn’t so that was concerning - then to you, who snored away and twitched lightly.

For a moment, Diluc heavily considered just tossing his brother overtop your body and calling it a night - as it was cutting into his… nightly activities.

Deciding to find some mercy in his heart, Diluc gently set his brother down propped up against the bed, then walked over and started to gently shake your… shoulders??? He had no clue anymore but was a little too done to care.

After light shakes didn’t work, he moved to harsher shakes, then full on throttling, he may have even gave you a little tap whos to say.

Eventually after a few solid minutes of shaking Diluc gave a reluctant sigh, rising off the bed and making his way to pick up his brother. Once safe in his arms he turned around, only to be met with your silent, standing form behind him.

He jumped, shock clumsily hidden after a moment which led to you both staring each other down. Diluc analyzed you in the silence, noting your barely visible breathing and somehow scarily sharp eyes despite just waking up. He was again shocked when you started to walk, floorboards creaking under your weight while you shoved yourself behind him, angry curses and muttered whispered under his breath.

Once settled fully behind him - and be for r he could fully react - you grabbed the man by his scruff in your teeth. He flinched hard, immediately moving to fight back against you. You snort as you start to push him out of the room, the awkward position causing him to stumble over his own feet as you led him out.

A few long, torturous minutes later you came to the front room. You stop pushing Diluc, allowing him to take a moment to breathe. Before he could complain you snatched Kaeya out of his arms and toss him onto the couch with minimal effort.

Diluc was at the point where he couldn’t even be shocked anymore.

Then, you walked back over and gripped his collar in your teeth, and threw him out the front door.

Diluc stared at the door, looked at his hands, and simply walked off.

“I don’t have time to deal with this…”

૮꒰づ˶• ༝ •˶꒱づ ˚ʚ ꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨🍨🍮🍩୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱ ɞ˚

Kaeya woke to sun in his face and crusty and sweaty clothes clinging to his back. Something else he noticed was the smell.

The smell of eggs and breakfast.

Wicked hangover pounding in his head, the Captain walked into the kitchen to find you standing with a pan with frying eggs.

Without looking at him you plate the eggs, revealing a wide spread of foods. You snorted at his jaw dropped expression and walked over to him, hooves clicking across the floor. When you reached Kaeya you placed a hoof under his chin and closed it, the squeezing beside him and out of the kitchen leaving him to his breakfast.

“What… the fuck..?”

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : I feel like Horse!Creator Reader is deadass just. The horse from Tangled. You know which one.

[the-kr8tor]

yk that post about reader babying hobie? can you write it the other way round too?

YESSS part two!!! Ly thank you for requesting! ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: Use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader, R is wearing makeup, CW suggestive, CW food mention, FLUFF.

ʕ⁠·⁠ᴥ⁠·⁠ʔ

You come home to a dark flat, save for a lamp in the doorway, you can barely make out the shapes of your furniture. Bones aching, muscles screaming out from fatigue, you trudge the small space towards your shared bedroom. Not even bothering to put your shoes in their proper place, or even turn on the lights. Shoes haphazardly tossed somewhere, you leave it to future you to take care of.

Wondering where Hobie is, worry is etched on your face with the tiredness from today. But the emotion is washed away when you spot him snoring on the bed. A singular sock on his foot, you see your oversized jumper on him with the words that says ‘I survived London!’ on it. Checkered pajama pants on his legs, arms hugging your pillow and his cheek squished in between. His comfortable attire makes you jealous while you're still in your work clothes, all grimey from today. You could kiss his sleeping face but the heaviness in your bones says otherwise.

Blinking the tiredness away, you stand on the carpeted floors, wondering if you should even dare to wash up before slithering under the covers and over to his arms. You could go shower but you're afraid that you might collapse on the tiled floors with how your legs are about to give out from under you.

You must've been standing for a while since Hobie sensed you. He sits up, one eye open, sleep still clinging to his lashes as he scrunches his nose at your weird stance.

“Are you my sleep paralysis demon?” He jokes, voice deep and hoarse from sleep.

“What?” You barely understood his words. “Hi,” tone wavering, you still smile at him. “Sorry I woke you up, go back to sleep.”

“You just got home?” You sluggishly nod. Hobie's already standing up to meet you on your rooted spot. Hands rubbing softly on your arms, he's jolted awake when he sees your heavy eyes fighting the urge to stay open. “Go to bed—”

“I need to shower.” You whine, not from what he asks but the annoyance that you still have something to do before you could melt into the covers.

“Do that tomorrow, I don't mind.” Hobie reluctantly releases your fatigued form, footsteps quiet as he opens your drawers for fresh clothes. “Change into these and get into bed.” When you don't move to take the pajamas, he guides you gently towards the shared bed, hands slowly making you sit on the soft mattress. “I'll take care of you, please? Do it for me, yeah?”

You almost falter at his sweet words, he knows exactly where to pull your heartstrings. “You'll be sleeping next to a smelly me.”

“I always sleep next to a smelly you.”

“Hey—” you say with a weak laugh.

“Kiddin’” he squishes your face in his warm hands. “change and lie down, I'll handle your face.”

“What's up with my face?” You touch your oily cheek, “do I look that bad?”

“Never, love.” Hobie presses a careful kiss on your forehead. “Never.”

You hum into the kiss, eyes closed, you barely register the fact that he has left your side. The bathroom light almost blinds you, the rushing of the water from the tap is a lot louder at night, making you huff quietly at the sound.

As you change into clean clothes, Hobie readies everything he needs to take care of you. He was ready to tuck you into bed but he comes back to you with the blanket drowning you. Your eyes are the only thing visible, nose kissing the fabric, fighting the urge to sleep. You blink rapidly, fingers waving at him.

“You look fuckin' adorable.” He says into the dark room, save for the lamp on the bedside table. You look like you're about to meld into the bed.

“Hmm, even though I smell?”

Sitting next to you, he lifts the blanket away from your face to get a proper look at you. “Let me check.” Suddenly leaning down, he sniffs dramatically at your neck, the tip of his nose tickles your neck. Giggling, you weakly push him off. He raises his head with a lopsided smile. “Nah, not really.”

“Really?”

“Just a bit.” He clearly jokes.

“Aww, maybe I should just shower.” You begin to sit up, faking that you took his words seriously.

“Y/N.” With gentle hands, he lays you back down.

You laugh, “I'm also kidding.” Spotting your makeup remover wipes next to his leg, your heart grows a hundred times bigger. “Oh”

Hobie takes the crinkling packaging, opening the sticky flap before he grabs a wet wipe. You watch him do it all with a soft smile and tender eyes. Hand splayed on his thigh, you let his warmth seep through you as he gently and expertly wipes the makeup off your cheeks.

“You're a natural.”

“I've got a good teacher.” He says, breath fanning your moist cheeks as he leans closer to you. “‘sides, I started using them too after a show.”

You fake a gasp. “So you're the one using them all.” Poking his pajama clad leg, you press and push until his smug smile turns into a playful grin. Hands warm, he rubs the wet wipe near your eyes, careful of poking you. “Wait, I don't remember showing you how to use them.”

“Why do you think I watch you do your routine every night, hm?”

“Because you love me, dummy. And you're smitten.” Your voice is hoarse but saccharine. He taps your eyelids, prompting you to close them. The wet wipe is cold against your skin but his warm palms grant you reprieve.

“That too,” Hobie confesses like he hasn't a thousand times before. “I was also curious about all the goopy shit you use.”

“Hmm, yes, goopy shit is the right term.” You relax fully, his free hand cages you in, it's placed on the side of your head for leverage. “Make sure you get my eyebrows.”

“Of course, love.” He indulges you, lips quickly pressing sticky kisses on your now clean cheeks. The tender act has your arms inching closer to his waist, enveloping him. “Just close your eyes, I don't look good from this angle.”

“Impossible. You know that's impossible, right?” You crack one eye open to see him tilt his head like he's chastising you, but his smile says otherwise.

“Close your damn eyes.”

“No.” You giggle out, closing your eyes. He pretends to rub harshly at your brow bone.

“Brat.” Hobie sighs, not from exasperation but from the sheer sweetness in his chest.

“Love you too.”

He hums before whispering back an ‘I love you’ that's only for you to hear. Your ears pick up the sound of the package crinkling. A new wet wipe is now gently being rubbed on your soft lips.

“Your lips are dry, did you drink any water today?”

“Mm-hmm, does tea count?” You pout so he could properly clean your lips. He's concentrating, eyebrows knitted, tongue poking out from the seam of his lips.

“I'm guessing you didn't eat much today?”

“I did,” you pop one eye open to see him frown slightly. “I really did! I ate a sandwich.”

“Just one? For the whole day?”

“...yes.” Your eyes glaze over from the sheer sleepiness.

Hobie cradles your moist face, his own incredibly close to yours that you grow cross eyed at his big brown eyes. “I'm gonna make you breakfast tomorrow. A big fuckin’ one that’ll have you full until the weekend.”

“I thought you were about to take a bite at me.” You chuckle, hands holding his face, nails gently cleaning the sleep off the corners of his eyes.

“Keep doin' that at work and I'll actually take a bite out of you.”

“Don't threaten me with a good time, Hobie.”

He rubs his nose to yours, the makeup remover rubbing off on his skin. “Sleep, or I'll take a bite right now.”

“Lay down with me?” You ask quietly and sweetly whilst patting the space next to you.

“Love, I have shocker’s gun in my workshop, the day I say no to that grab it and shoot me because that ain't me anymore.”

“So dramatic—” Hobie plops himself atop you. “Next to me not on top!”

“You weren't complainin’ last time—”

“Hobie!”

[lottielovelace]

princess — chapter two

(ghost x könig's-sister!reader)

summary: Finally you get a chance to visit Simon. You just hope he hasn't forgotten about you. (aka two people trying their best to hide how incredibly into each other they are)

originally posted on ao3 (chapter length: 1,318 words)

Rating: M

Relationships: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader, background platonic relationships

Ao3 Tags FOR THE FIC AS A WHOLE, bolded is for this specific chapter: Past Rape/Non-con / Rape Recovery / Male Victim of Sexual Assault / Canonical Rape/Non-con (Simon's) / First Time / Getting Together / Manchester as a setting / disclaimer: author has not been to manchester / Simon does bare-knuckle boxing as a hobby / Sparring as Flirting / wrestling as flirting / Identity Porn / Non-Explicit Sex / reader is konig's half sister / Unmasked Simon "Ghost" Riley (while on leave) / reader knows that simon is in the military but doesn't know he’s ghost / medium speed burn

this is a part of a series and a multichapter fic (Ch1, Ch2)

Author’s Note: Happy Valentine's! I did promise more Simon this time

The next day, you headed to Stuart's bright and early. You didn't want to spend any longer in your crappy hostel than you had to.

You got off the tram, walked a couple blocks, and flashed a friendly—if nervous—smile at the secretary. She returned it with an encouraging thumbs up and beckoned you to enter the training area.

Only one figure stood in the ring, his back to you. The workout garb revealed so much more than the heavy winter garments he had worn undercover in the prison.

You let the door slam behind you.

He whirled around: hair rustled, undereyes dark, sweat sheening over scarred skin. God, he was beautiful.

"Hi," your voice was breathless.

“I thought I saw you earlier,” if Simon was surprised, he didn't let his voice betray it.

“Where?” you asked, tilting your head inquisitively.

“Yesterday, on the street.”

You tried your best not to visibly wilt as you began your retreat.

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

Simon squinted in confusion, “What for?”

"I didn't realize you didn't want me to— and then I go barging in on your life like—"

"No, no," Simon interrupted, realizing what you were trying to stammer out. “I wasn’t avoiding you. I just—“ he tensed for a moment, conflicted as he found his words. "The only reason I didn't talk to you was I wasn’t quite sure whether you were real or not.”

Oh. Right. You knew Simon wasn’t normal, but this was a harsh reminder that he was a soldier, with all the messiness that came along with the job title. You felt so silly for forgetting. Soldiers came with body counts. Baggage. Ghosts. You knew firsthand from your brother and Horangi that it could make things, relationships, life… difficult. Worth it, but not easy.

“Does that happen often?” you kept your voice light and airy. He trusted you enough to confide this, you didn’t want him to regret the decision or fear that he'd scared you off.

“Not when I’m on the right meds. Glad to know you’re real, means I don’t need a new prescription.”

A devious smirk emerged on your face, “Only happy at that?”

“No… it’s just—“ After all your angsting over seeing him, it was nice to see someone else do the squirming for once. It was also kinda cute. There was a power in your words having this man, this killer, damn near flustered. “It’s good to see you. Really good.”

You cocked an eyebrow, “Likewise.” You approached him slowly, gently placing your hands on his forearm. "See, real as can be."

Ghost's expression remained unchanged, but his pale face flushed.

"Good. Did you come here just to see me or…"

"Or what?" you asked, curious as to his suggestion.

"Well, I am supposed to be supervising open gym. Did'ya want to spar?"

You pondered for a moment. "I wouldn't be against it."

"Any experience with hand to hand?"

You shrugged off your sweater, "I've taken a couple of self defense classes." You kept your answer purposefully vague. He didn't need to know that you'd received many a private lesson from a former ROK Special Mission Brigade member (one who wanted to ensure no harm came to his 여동생). "But not bare-knuckle boxing."

Simon chuckled lowly, "Yeah, 't's not the most practical style."

"Then why do you…"

"On the battlefield, you do what you have to to survive. Playing dirty isn't just allowed, it's required. I'm used to taking any advantage I can. It's… nice to not do that for once. To let my skills stand on their own." A wry smile. "Make sure they haven't atrophied too much." His smile dropped, "But let's not box."

"Why not? Think I can't handle it?"

"It's not… I just, I don't want to hit you." There was something in his tone that hinted that striking someone he—well, you didn't know if "loved" was the right term yet, but someone he cared about hit a little too close to home. "Let's…" he thought for a moment, "wrestle instead. Would that be alright?"

"Sure."

"Let's try starting with a simple lockup. Normally I would try to pair you with someone closer to your weight class but," he gestured at the empty room, "not really an option right now. Don't worry, I'll go easy on you."

He wasn't lying. His grip was gentle, with no force or malice behind it. Arms wrapped around each other, he offered little resistance as you twisted, catching him off guard and knocking him down.

Simon was pleasantly surprised.

"That's good," he said from the ground, still flat on his back. "Solid form."

"Beginner's luck," you responded bashfully, bending down to look at his face. The same eyes you saw at the prison stared back up at you.

Getting to his feet, Simon ordered "Another."

While a little more cautious, he still wasn't fully on alert. This was a mistake.

THWAP!

Once again, he hit the mat first.

This time, Simon stood up with a dangerous look in his eyes.

No orders this time as he wordlessly commanded you to lock up again.

His grip still wasn't entirely engaged. You assumed that he still hadn't learned his lesson. You were wrong.

He didn't try to overpower you, use his size or use his muscular advantage to force you to the ground.

He just moved, darting with a quickness unfathomable for a man of his size. You blinked, and it was your turn to hit the floor. Looking up at the ceiling, you could see Simon's shit-eating grin staring back at you. For such a quiet man, he really did have an expressive face. You wondered how that worked on the field. Maybe he mostly did stuff over the comms.

You got up carefully, a plan blooming in your mind.

"I want to go again."

Simon happily obliged you, locking up. He gave you an opening to attack. When you did nothing, he went for a repeat of the last round.

Only this time you knew better.

This time, as your body fell, you tucked and rolled: resulting in you on top, triumphant. Simon seemed a little impressed. You were about to brag when— BAM! He used your distracted state to flip you, now pinning you beneath him. You squirmed trying to get any leverage, to no avail. His weight was enough to trap you. His unmoving weight. Simon had frozen, going deathly still.

Why— oh. Oh.

Simon was the first one to break the silence.

"Do you know how to get out of this?"

"I have a guess."

"Guessing isn't good enough," he chided. "Not when somebody wants to kill you. Or—" he inhaled sharply. "Worse."

You didn't like that you couldn't see his face right now. Using Horangi's training, you strained against him as if trying to brute force your way out—only to juke him, suddenly striking the other way, and driving your elbow into the soft of his solar plexus. He fell off you with a low groan at a timbre that made you blush.

Finally you could see his face. Despite now grimacing from the pain, he also appeared to be… relaxed by it and its grounding familiarity.

"Good practice," he declared, still a little weak.

"You're a good teacher," you sat up beside him.

"I'm afraid I didn't teach you very much."

"A good partner then,. Simon's demeanor seemed to ever so slightly brighten at your words. You laughed, leaning back. "I need a shower."

He winced.

"The ones at the gym are broken."

"Shit!"

Simon raised an eyebrow as if saying that was a bit of an extreme reaction, innit?

"What's wrong?"

"The hostel I'm staying in doesn't have a shower."

Simon's nose wrinkles, "Doesn't sound like it'd smell all that pleasant."

"It really isn't."

A beat.

And Simon spoke up, voice as fragile as his hopes.

"You could come to my place."

[aquaquadrant]

How would htp!Tango go with the bit from Limited Life episode 4 when he's running from everyone?

How would it be different from the actual scene?

(not canon to HTP ofc because the timelines don’t match up but HEY i like angst)

"tango!" skizz calls desperately, peering out over the ocean. he could’ve sworn he’d heard tango’s voice when he came this way, but the range of amplification their voices get from the proximity mod can be a little tricky sometimes-

“skizz?”

tango’s voice crackles out of skizz’s communicator; he must be in range, after all. but skizz doesn’t relax just yet. crouching by the water’s edge, he scans the waves intently. his grip tightens around his axe.

"alright, where are you, dude?" he asks, voice low. he keeps the horizon in his periphery; he can just barely make out the horde of yellow names off on the distant shore, digging and searching for tango.

“r- right below you.” tango’s voice is shaky; probably from the adrenaline. being hunted by almost the entire server isn’t exactly a picnic. “where- is impulse with you? or- or etho?”

skizz shakes his head, even though he knows tango can’t see it. “no dude, they’re running interference, okay, but it won’t be long before the others see me over here.” he swallows. “you gotta let me kill you.”

there’s a brief silence.

“okay.” tango’s voice is barely audible. the tone of it gives skizz pause; that sounds like more than just nerves. “okay, o- okay, fine, i’m- i’m fine with that.”

“are you?” skizz asks, his brows furrowing.

“i…” there’s a shuddering exhale. “i don’t- i’d rather it be you, if- if i’m honest. the others, they might…” he breaks off, making a distressed sound in the back of his throat. “y- you know.”

there’s definitely something wrong. skizz’s heart is starting to pound, but he keeps his voice steady. “alright, yeah. this is gonna stick it to them so bad.” he lifts his communicator up and peers through its lens. “can you give me a quick tag, buddy?”

tango doesn’t reply, but skizz sees the flash of a gamer tag beneath the ocean before it vanishes again. tango’s not taking any chances, apparently. not that skizz can blame him.

“you’re pretty deep underwater, dude,” skizz informs him regretfully. “and i don’t- ugh, i don’t have my stupid shovel.”

tango inhales sharply. “i- i can’t- uh, can you…?”

“okay,” skizz murmurs. he knows tango won’t be harmed by water like a real blaze, but it’s uncomfortable even on the best of days and that’d be a lot to ask of him right now. “alright, i’ll come to you. stay put, okay?”

“okay,” tango whispers.

“there a hole for me, buddy?” skizz asks, putting his axe away.

“yes.”

“alright.” skizz straightens up, folding his wing tightly against his body. even one wing will cause a lot of drag underwater and he’s already not looking forward to soggy feathers. “i’m on my way, just hang on.”

taking a deep breath, skizz dives into the ocean.

salt stings his eyes as he swims towards the sand at the bottom. it’s darker down here than he’s expecting for midday, only the faint glow from his halo allowing him to see. he starts digging as soon as he reaches the bottom, hoping he’s in the right place. he’s acutely aware of how long he can hold his breath for and the last thing he needs is a stupid drowning death to steal even more time from him-

a figure enters his field of vision, making him jolt. it’s scott, his freshly yellow timer barely visible in the deep. still holding his breath, skizz equips his axe.

scott actually rolls his eyes. “i’m not gonna kill him, don’t worry.” his voice carries well underwater, and he doesn’t seem to have trouble breathing. must be due to those recently acquired gills of his.

well, that’s fortunate. skizz nods quickly and puts his axe away before resuming his digging. to his surprise, scott floats down next to him and starts helping, his webbed fingers making easy work of the sand. after a couple seconds, they’ve cleared enough sand for skizz to see a hold in the underlying stone, with a faint light beyond it. lungs burning, skizz dives for it.

he makes it through right as the first damage hits him, head breaking through the water with a gasp. kicking against the current, he finally emerges from the ocean. gravity once again takes hold of him. he flops onto the damp stone floor quite ungracefully, his wing heavy and pulling him slightly off-balance.

skizz hauls himself to his feet, dripping wet and catching his breath, and looks around the cave tango’s carved out for himself. it’s tiny, with just three blocks between them, and lit only by the glow of tango’s blaze rods. they’re redder than usual and roaring with flames, whirling above his head in agitation- the way a blaze spins before it starts shooting fireballs.

tango himself doesn’t seem to be doing any better. he’s crouched against a corner, his arms wrapped around his knees, claws digging into his skin. his pupils are blown, so much so that it almost makes his wide eyes look completely black. his chest is rising and falling rapidly, and the noise that comes with each breath sounds disturbingly like a blaze. his mouth hangs slightly parted as he pants, lips drawn back to show his sharp teeth- like a wolf does. but there’s no ferocity in his expression; just sick fear.

altogether, the sight sends a chill down skizz’s spine. it’s like he’s looking at an animal; a cornered, terrified, wild animal. there have been things in the past tango’s reacted strangely to, sure, but skizz has never seen it this bad before. god, he wishes impulse was here.

“hey, tango,” skizz says softly.

for a moment, tango just stares at skizz. then his eyes dart to the side, to the hole in the stone. belatedly, skizz realizes what’s got tango so concerned.

“scott,” he calls carefully, keeping his gaze on tango, “just uh, just stay out there, okay, dude?”

a dark shadow passes by the hole before vanishing. “you’re fine, just get on with it!”

skizz swallows. he stays where he is. “tango, buddy, you okay? talk to me.”

tango’s gaze cuts back to skizz. “is martyn…?”

“no, no martyn,” skizz assures him.

tango takes a shaky breath. “i killed him,” he says hoarsely. “he- he’ll want revenge. and- and the other yellows- you have to kill me, before they find me. skizz, please.”

“hey, hey, hey, it’s alright,” skizz soothes, despite the way his heart feels like it’s twisting itself into a knot. he never thought tango would fear the other players so badly; these are his friends. “you got it. what do you- uh, how do you want me to do it?”

“TNT?” tango asks quietly. “if you light it…”

“alright, yeah, i got some TNT,” skizz says, rummaging through his inventory and pulling out a block of it. “here, uh- you wanna just take that?”

warily, tango teaches a clawed hand out and takes the TNT. he sets it down right in front of him, flush against his folded knees.

“tango?” skizz prompts gently, pulling out his flint and steel. “i need to hear you say it, buddy.”

tango shudders. “do it,” he whispers, turning his face away. “you can kill me, you- i- i just want it to be over.”

“okay, thank you,” skizz murmurs, taking a cautious step forward. “that’s right, dude. after this, it’ll all be over. i’ll come find you at spawn, okay?”

“okay."

“i’ll see ya there. now, count to five for me?"

tango swallows. “one…”

skizz lights the TNT. the sound of sizzling fills the air as the TNT starts to flash.

"t- two..."

putting the flint and steel away, skizz turns and dives back through the hole, into the ocean. tango's voice still sounds from his communicator.

"three..."

kicking madly, skizz swims towards the surface, where scott is waiting.

"four-"

BOOM.

skizz breaks the surface, gasping for breath. he glances back down and sees a new crater at the bottom of the ocean, water and sand churning into a froth. treading water with one arm, he holds his communicator up and looks at the chat.

Tango blew up.

scott gives skizz a sidelong look. "i know how hard it is to let a teammate kill you," he says, his voice low, "but that seemed..."

"scott, buddy," skizz says tiredly, heading for the shore, "keep this between us, will ya?"

~

[edenscollardrawer]

Hot Singles - f!Kylar/f!PC

18+ content warnings & tags: !!SELF INJURY/SELF HARM!!, manipulation, mental illness, established relationship, delusional behavior

2018 words (kylar is off her rocker again, head the warnings)

It was a day like any other, Kylar was browsing on her ridiculous computer setup - bulky headphones blocking out any ambient noise. Crushed energy drink cans littered the floor around her, sweat clinging to her forehead as she clicked on another pornographic video of a girl vaguely resembling her girlfriend. Her hand stuffed down her pants, eyes glued to the screen - the hundredth popup of the day blocked her view. She sighed, leaning forward to click away, when she noticed - the photo… It was… you. Her girlfriend. Fully nude, hands cupping your breasts, big letters plastered in front of you - 

“Hot Singles in your Area”

Kylar’s breath caught in her throat. She pulled her pants up, straightening up in her gaming chair. Her breathing came in short, quick gasps - sweat prickling the back of her neck. She stared at the ad, hyperventilating. This isn’t real. It can’t be. Somebody is defaming you by photoshopping lewd photos of you and distributing them on porn sites. That must be it. Those… they… they don't even look like your boobs, really. Right? They don't, right? 

She pushed herself up from her chair, biting her nails down to nubs as she paced back and forth through her bedroom. Her eyes landed on the knife atop her desk, next to her keyboard. She needed to make this right, she needed to avenge you. Somebody needed to pay for this. Pocketing the blade, she frantically sent you a text with shaking hands. 

“Need 2 talk, meet @ park” hitting send, she rushed out her door, hand still firmly gripping the weapon in her sweatshirt pocket. She tried to control her erratic breathing as she descended down Danube Street. High top sneakers scuffing against the concrete, she rushed through alleyways to the town’s center. Her oversized sweatshirt hinted at her rushed arrival. She sat down at the park’s fountain, picking at her cuticles. Her eyes were fixed on the pink tulips swaying back and forth in the soft breeze, terrible thoughts overwhelming every fibre of her being. 

The soft sound of heels against concrete snapped Kylar’s attention upwards. She rushed up to you, arms flinging around your neck. 

“My love… something absolutely awful has happened…” She whispered into you, voice shaking. Pulling back to look at her with furrowed brows, tears welled up in Kylar’s eyes. Your hand raised to cup her cheek, rubbing it softly. 

“What is it? Are you alright?” you asked softly, thumb quickly wiping away her falling tears. 

“Th-there’s… photos of you…” She inhales sharply, looking down. “O-on… adult sites.” You immediately pull back, face contorted with anger.

“What are you doing on adult sites?” you spat, crossing your arms and stepping away from her. Kylar looked at you like she’d been shot, but continued talking anyways.

“I… my love, there were pictures of you! Naked! And it said…” She shivers, looking away and then back to you. “ It said… you were… single.” The words tasted like poison oozing out of her mouth, and she visibly shuddered. A panicked laugh leaving her chest as she looked back up at you. Your anger very quickly dissipated into overwhelming remorse. Fuck. Your photoshoots.

“W-who is doing this to you, my love? You know you can tell me anything, r-right?”  Every syllable that spilled from her mouth shook with visible nerves. Hands shoved into the pockets of your sweater, you couldn’t get yourself to meet her gaze. Shame washed over you in a powerful wave of self-hatred. How were you supposed to tell her that this wasn’t some attack against you? That you had willingly chosen to get naked and pose for those photos? You looked down at your kitten heels, mindlessly kicking at a rock on the ground. 

“Kylar…” you whispered, barely loud enough for her to hear over the noise of the crowded park. Her tear-filled eyes met yours, and you quickly looked away, the all-consuming shame holding you hostage. The tone of your voice snapped her out of her ranting haze. She looked to you like a lost child in a shopping mall. 

“Nobody…made me do it,” Your voice was meek and quiet, still hardly audible. Kylar walked closer, looking up at you with her worried gaze. Her brows furrowed as she grabbed mindlessly at the strings of her hoodie. An unsettling smile crossed over her features, replacing the previous look of distress.

“M-my love, that’s nonsense.” She grabbed ahold of your hands, squeezing with a grip that bordered on painful. “Y-you can tell me the truth, you can t-tell me who made you do… that.” Your hands flinched under the pressure, but you composed yourself, looking into her eyes. 

“Listen to me, Kylar,” you inhaled a shaky breath, holding her gaze. “I… I chose to do it.” Kylar immediately scoffed, shaking her head and letting out an incredulous laugh. 

“You…You must s-stop saying such… ridiculous things,” she smiled like the Cheshire cat, but the grin didn’t quite reach her eyes. Her grip on your hands tightened to the point of you whimpering in pain, but she didn’t let up. “I-I know y-your heart is good. You w-would never do that. I trust you.” 

The remorse you felt permeated every inch of your body. How could you even begin to explain this to her when she’s clearly made up her mind? You shuffled your feet, failing to wiggle your fingers in her iron grasp. Looking around at the swaying leaves and children playing, you tried to ground yourself before responding. 

“I love you so much. So… so much. And I am so sorry,” you began, staring her square in the eyes. “I don’t… I don’t know what I was thinking.”  Kylar let go of your hands, staring at you with a blank expression as you continued. Her hands reached into her jacket, gripping firmly around something you couldn’t see. She started to pace back and forth as you continued trying to apologize, refusing to look up at you or acknowledge anything you were saying. 

When you stopped talking, Kylar looked up at you, eyes wider than you thought possible. Her mouth was pressed into a thin line as she fidgeted in her pockets. She stepped closer, tilting her head as she stared at you. 

“Y-you’re saying that you d-did this yourself, but I know you b-better than that, my love,” A small grin spread across her cheeks, her gaze unblinking. “You would… n-never do that to me. You wouldn’t. Because if you d-did, it would be very…bad. Very bad for everybody, right?” Your expression shifted to one of pure guilt. Kylar slowly slid her knife out of her pocket, holding it by her side. Your gaze dropped down to the blade and back up at her.

“I…I’m really sorry, Kylar. I’m so-” Kylar interrupted you, stepping closer.

“P-please just t-tell me the truth, my love… I…I can’t handle these… these lies. If you d-did something like that, I wouldn't be able to live with myself,” She glances between the knife in her hand and you, suddenly shifting the blade to be pressed against her wrist. It looks like it’s digging into her skin, nearly cutting her. “If you… g-gave yourself up to everybody like that, you d-don’t know what I’d have t-to do…” Her smile had since fallen, a look of pure concern etched on her features. 

You reluctantly reached forward, trying to grab the knife from her hand. She quickly ripped her arm away, hiding it behind her back. Taking a few steps back, she put a couple feet of distance between the two of you. You looked down at your scuffed heels, trying to focus on anything but the overwhelming remorse you felt. She wouldn’t actually hurt herself, right? She’s just trying to scare you, you’re pretty sure. You needed to tell her the truth, she’d only find more photos if you didn’t. Kylar rambles on and on incoherently about how you’re perfect and innocent, pacing back and forth in front of you. 

“Listen to me!” You interrupted her train of thought, grabbing onto her shoulders and forcing her to look at you. “I…I know that it hurts you, but I… I chose to do it. I did. I can’t lie to you.” Kylar instinctually shakes her head, a high-pitched cackle leaving her lips.

“That is ABSURD!” She laughed, drawing the attention of nearby pedestrians. She held her knife out at you, waving it around as she talked, “Y-your lies are very hurtful, my love.” Stopping in her tracks, she stared up at you, knife pointing towards your stomach. Walking a step forward, the blade pressed lightly into the center of your sweater, right above your belly button. Just as the knife started pressing into you harder, the jab causing a dull pain that makes you wince, she looked down at the weapon and whimpered. Turning around with her back to you, she alternated between laughing quietly and mumbling to herself. 

When she suddenly fell silent, you reached forward and grabbed her by the shoulder, spinning her around to face you. A gasp fell from your lips as you realized she was holding the blade to her wrist hard enough to draw blood. A small trickle of the red liquid dripped down her skin, pooling in her clenched fist. She looked up at you as she pressed the sharp edge into her skin harder, blood spilling down onto the sidewalk.

“N-no! Stop that!” You tried to rip the knife away but her grip was stronger. She kept it firmly planted against her wrist. 

“D-do you see what y-you’re making me do?” Her voice was trembling, tears welling in her eyes as her breaths became erratic. Before you had the time to stop her, Kylar grabbed the knife with her other hand and dragged it up her arm, leaving a 3 inch wound up her inner forearm. The knife promptly clattered to the ground, dropping from her shaking fist. Tears started spilling from her eyes faster than before, a small whimper falling from her pouting lips. 

“Okay! Okay!” You cried, rushing forward to wrap your arms around her waist. Pulling her into your chest, you held her arm up, examining the gash more closely. She might need stitches.You left a kiss in her palm, letting her hyperventilate into your chest. You untied the jacket around your waist, fastening it tightly around her wound. Onlookers gave you wary glances as they passed by, but you held her in your arms for several minutes until she calmed down enough for you to speak again. 

“We… we can talk about this later, okay?” you asked gently, cupping her cheek in your palm and wiping away a stray tear. A soft nod and a sniffle were enough, so you wrapped your arm around her waist, guiding her out of the park. You doubted you’d be able to get her to go to the hospital willingly, so you walked her back to the orphanage instead. You pushed the door of the bathroom open, and sat her down on the toilet. She’d calmed down quite a bit since leaving the park, her gaze now fixed on her feet. As you unwrapped your jacket from her arm, you sighed a breath of relief. The bleeding had stopped on its own, and you didn’t think she needed stitches.

A soapy rag cleaned up the dried blood, and you pressed a chaste kiss right above the wound. Underneath the bathroom sink was a rudimentary first aid kit. You used a handful of bandages and gauze to fashion a dressing for the wound. She looked up at you with puffy eyes and opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Her furrowed brows told you she felt bad, but you didn’t want her to. You’d never really thought about where your photos got distributed before, but now you would. A heavy silence fell between both of you and stayed there until she fell asleep against your chest in your cramped twin bed. Maybe you wouldn’t talk about this later, maybe it was better to just let her be… delusional.

[cinebration]

The Darkling’s Shadow (The Darkling x Reader) [Part 3]

After days of waiting, you are finally sent on a mission—alone with the Darkling.

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Epilogue

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Warnings: mention of blood and gore

Gif Source: chailame

Boredom set in quicker than the mud could dry on your boots. Five days had passed since you had last spoken to the Darkling, let alone glimpsed him in the camp. No new orders had been issued, not even from the Darkling’s right-hand Heartrender, that dour Ivan. The disdain rolling off the man had hardly concealed his fear when showing you your new quarters, his eyes glancing furtively at the white embroidery on your kefta.

At the edge of camp, your tent could only accommodate one person and their bare necessities: an elevated cot and a desk that doubled as a chest. A small wash pot perched precariously on the table beside a lamp low on oil.

“Such luxury,” you had muttered, earning a venomous look from Ivan. He left before you could dismiss him.

Stripping out of your soiled kefta, you washed your hands and forearms in the bowl until the water turned pink and bits of gore floated in it. Dumping the bowl outside of your tent, the water splashing more mud onto your boots, you seized the first person walking past, a woman approximately your age but visibly older from years of war.

“Who do I speak to about washing?” you asked.

The woman gestured in the direction she had just come and hurried off.

Retrieving your kefta, you strode through the camp until you located the washing station. Several Grisha worked diligently around a large pot of water, scrubbing furiously at blood-stained keftas and clothes. They glanced up as one as you approached, took one look at your kefta, and immediately stepped back to make room for you.

You took your time washing the kefta, allowing everyone to gawk at you. You hadn’t yet washed your face or changed out of your clothes, displaying the blood prominently for passersby to see. Whispers swelled around you in a wonderful chorus of fear and disgust.

The soldiers only glimpsed you at meal times in the days since.

Less is more, you reminded yourself each time you collected food. You refused to sit with the other Grisha, keeping to yourself and your tent.

By day three, you caught whispers of the Bonecrusher.

A vicious grin split your lips.

~~

Grisha abilities dictated that you must, at the very least, see a person to apply your power against them. Your training, however, honed over years of concentrated practice, allowed you to sense the bone structures of people beyond your visual capabilities. You could not affect their bones, but you could sense them, could visualize the person’s movements.

Lying on the cot on day five, staring up at the canvas ceiling of the tent, you passed the excruciatingly slow hours sensing the presence of others scurrying past the closed flap of your abode. Red, blue, and an occasional purple flitted across the thin gap revealing the world beyond your quarters.

The Corporalki were braver than their Etherealki comrades, venturing close to your tent in an attempt to glimpse you. Their skeletons moved furtively but with intense curiosity as they skirted past. One had an old injury in their femur where an inexperienced or perhaps poorly trained Healer had clumsily re-stitched the bone together. Another suffered from a hairline fracture in their collarbone.

A new figure several tents over strode toward you with purpose. After the fourth step, you recognized it as the Darkling.

A thrill shot down to your toes.

Throwing an arm over your eyes, you feigned sleep until the entrance to your tent flapped open, a dark form silhouetted in the entranceway.

“Come,” he commanded.

Unfolding yourself from the cot in no great hurry, you plucked up your kefta from its place across the desk and slipped into it as you followed the Darkling out into the cloudy morning.

All eyes tracked you both as you returned to the Darkling’s tent.

Again it was empty.

Pleasure unfurled in your chest. You wrestled to keep satisfaction from showing on your face.

Sweeping around his war table, the Darkling plucked up a map and spread it out atop everything else. You drew near, scrutinized the map’s depiction of Northern Ravka.

He tapped a fort along the Fjerdan border.

“Ulensk,” you murmured. “I know nothing of it.”

“I expected as much.”

The faintly smug note of his voice pricked you. “If I had grown here in Ravka, I would not have the ability I now possess.”

“You could have been with my army ages ago.”

“As a mere Heartrender with no greater skill than those here.” Shaking your head, you let slip the iron control in your vice, allowing scorn to bleed through. “How you teach Grisha here is abominable—keeping them constrained by senseless ideas of division. Do you think the Black Heretic thought along the lines of convention? No. How else could he create the Unsea?”

You glanced up to meet the Darkling’s gaze, expecting to see displeasure writ large on his fine features. Instead, something inscrutable livened up his eyes. The tendons in his neck were taut, as though his throat strained against him.

You frowned, unsure what to make of it.

Swallowing thickly, he forced his attention down to the map. “The Lantsovs believe the fort is sufficiently defended, but I have reason to believe there are weaknesses there.”

“Structural or…personnel weaknesses?”

“You and I shall find out.”

Quelling the excitement blossoming in your chest, you mused aloud, “If this is meant to be a stealth mission, how many soldiers are we taking with us?”

“None.”

You fixed the man with an incredulous stare. Rising to his full height, he met your gaze levelly, eyes slowly arching in challenge.

“The forest,” you muttered, sweeping your hand over the map, “is an ideal place to ambush and hide a body.”

“Yes, it is.”

You let a smirk pull at your lips, opting for silence. The Darkling’s gaze lingered for a moment longer on your face before he snapped up the map, rolled it into a tight cylinder, and made a sharp gesture of dismissal as he turned his back to you. “We leave at dusk.”

And travel under cover of darkness, you thought, heart hammering deliciously in your chest.

[kingshai69]

its no secret im not a fan of taashs 2 special/legendary armors. other than both their legendary outfits just being recolors of 2 different LoF armors (boringgg, they deserve better) i keep saying that the bikini armor does make their body smaller n ive seen ppl say its just bcs their default armor is bulky but i looked through files to compare n im pretty sure yes it does shrink some of their muscle/make them skinnier. also if u romanced them u would know those legs were definitely shrunk (even their default armor seems to shrink them a little)

screenshots n more under cut, dont wanna clog ppls dash. also spoiler warning-ish? for taashs armors n barbie lvls of nudity (everything either cut out mesh, censored or just kendolled)

im still figuring frosty out but so far i noticed that their default, casual, blue knit + deluxe armor all export w their unique body edit, while the ones shared with other factions r all using the masculine default body (despite armor mesh still being tagged/named to be unique variation for taash) while the rivaini one is the only one using the default feminine body w a slight edit to it. also only their default armor n blue knit meshes r found directly in their character folder, the rest of the meshes r found under the same folder as the faction they share it w. guessing its bcs the rest of their armors arent unique to them but appearance variations.

it also looks like all the body meshes share the same uv map n wireframe. aka i can apply taashs body tex to the extracted default rook masc/fem meshes.

i extracted all fbxs i could find related to them/their armors so first off heres the blue knit one/rivaini legendary/default for comparison. blue knit n default armor lines up almost perfectly n the visible body/skin parts for blue knit is named tagged this

n the default armor this which matches the naming of their casual outfit too.

n then the rivanis body mesh is named this

so in order blue knit/rivani/default. rivaini one is visibly different

bit easier to see when more parts of meshes removed, but rivaini one isnt using same body as the 2 others.

n now comparing taashs rivaini armors body mesh w the default feminine n masculine meshes i extracted with the standard versions of the same armor

n if i apply taashs body tex to all the bodies its a bit less noticeable, in some areas, especially if applying all the armor, but still visibly different. n in game u can get pretty far w normal maps etc, this is just matcap+diffuse in blender

n while yes the edit used for the rivaini armor is close its visible smaller which can be seen when lining up the meshes

also i swear the belly button on rivaini outfit doesnt match up w their default bodys one it sits higher n is shorter, only rlly noticed when looking at mesh w the normal map applied (rlly hard to find example in game as its barely visible on their default armor, but very clear in blender when u compare meshes)

n bcs im not fully sure how everything in frosty works n only realized after a few hours that since the shared armor sets r appearance variations n not fully unique maybe the body meshes extracted weren't correct/lacking some settings so here's in game screenshots comparing it n its a bit harder to see since their gear is in the way but its super visible when it comes to their thighs so my conclusion is yes the armor does give them a smaller frame

now i just need full mesh replacement modding to be supported so i can try n give them a better hero of the veilguard armor that actually feels like it would fit them. literally a kitbash of blue knit, default n maybe parts of the SD n LoF basic ones they have would feel more like them than the 2 we got :c

[acerathia]

Trick or Treat? TRICK!

@solerate viccccccc, here u go, elf kakashi hueheheh, also, i did almost mention the size difference bc u r small hehehehe

You're desperately looking for a travel companion, and it seems like you've just found one.

wc: 1.0k

cw/tags: elf kakashi, mention of fantasy racism, reader literally just picks him up bro like a wet kitten, fantasy setting,

Since forever, you have always wanted to go on a big adventure, to travel through the world and to discover new foods and games. And no matter how much time passed, this dream did not change, rather it became more developed, more thoroughly planned. The only thing you still need is a partner, someone to travel with, to build trust and a relationship with, because there’s nothing better than to share your joy with another person. Even if you have no idea where to get someone willing to travel around without a proper goal, and how to convince anyone to just start wandering around with you. But you decided to try nonetheless, so you tried asking around, asking the people you know if they might know someone willing. But nobody ever had the slightest idea about anyone. They only suggested you ask the guild, but you don’t want to do that, you don’t want to spend money for such a measly thing, and you wanted someone who really wanted to be there to be at your side. 

So, with no other option, you make your way into the closest pub, hoping to finally meet someone open to your idea. If this doesn’t work, well, you would need to think of something new. 

With a sigh, you take a seat and let your eyes travel amongst the masses, trying to discover someone sitting all alone, just like you. Only it’s a bit different, isn’t it? 

Finally, you spot a hooded person sitting all alone in the corner of this place, and you immediately know why: from that spot every possible exit is visible, and you cannot be surprised from behind. But you shrug, you have no malice, so why try to sneak up on them in the first place? 

After a couple of steps you stop in front of the table, leaning forward to press your palms against the table. “Hello there, mind me joining you?” you ask, and still sit down without waiting for a response. 

But he doesn’t seem to actually mind, as he barely reacts, aside from shifting his focus towards you, and you’re able to discern a dark eye, while the other is hidden by a patch. Half of his face is hidden behind the shadow of a cloth. He seems to have seen quite a bit, but what can you say, more experience is better for your endeavors, supposing he does join you. 

“So, you’re alone, I’m alone, let’s make a deal,” you almost wince when you realize the possible implications, so you make haste to continue explaining your plans for the near future. “You see, I plan on being a traveler, but I still need a companion. What do you say? Me and you, going on the adventure of the century, wouldn’t that be amazing?”

A sigh as he leans back, his gaze hovering all over you, probably calculating whatever worth or trust you might have, so you smile, while also trying your best to not look like you can’t do anything on your own. 

*Fine. Meet me tomorrow at the backdoor.” With these words he just stands up and exits the building, leaving you all alone to process what just happened. 

And once you do, you can’t help but let out a celebratory ‘yes’. You did it, you managed to find someone to join you for the biggest adventure of your life, the only and first adventure of your life, but hey, aim high to get the best results, or something. 

You hurry back home to finish the last preparation for the next day, barely able to fall back asleep after it, the nerves making your body feel too jittery. Yet you manage to finally take a bit of rest. 

The next day, you make your way back to the pub and go around it, heading for the backdoor he had mentioned yesterday. To your surprise he’s already waiting there, leaning against the wall with the hood low on his head. And the closer you walk to him, the more you realize how well built he is, even with the cloak hiding the definitions of his body, his broad shoulders tell you more than enough. Still, you’re not intimidated, rather this makes you more excited as his experience will definitely help you in the long run. 

You walk up to him and greet him with a good morning. He returns the greeting with a more causal one, before he decides to speak up again. 

“I wanted to clarify something first before we actually head out…” he explains before pulling down his hood, revealing strands of pure silver, almost like the moon had given him this glow as a present. Silver hair, something common within the volk of the elves, and then your eyes snap to his ears, to his pointed ears, poking out of the strands of hair. 

With this, you realize why he had been alone, and why he revealed this to you just now. Some people have some sort of twisted prejudice against elves, one you just don’t understand, even if you never had met a real elf before. That doesn’t change your opinion one bit. He trusted you with this knowledge, and you won’t break his trust. So, you do what you always do.

“Oh, I love your hair. I don’t see a problem. Rather I’m excited to finally start, come on!” you grab his hand and start dragging him along, grinning widely at the prospect of exploration. 

His fingers clutch a little tighter at yours and if you had turned around you might’ve seen a smile twinkle in his eyes, even if his face remains hidden for a little while longer. 

This is the beginning of your journey, one filled with joy, excitement, a blooming trust, and most importantly, more than just being companions, maybe even more than friends. And maybe this adventure won’t be the greatest of the century, but it is the greatest one to you, one you will never forget.

[iwonderwh0]

Connor’s rig guide

Okay, in the first part I talked about some basics of manipulating objects in Blender, now it’s time to look at them again within the context of Connor’s rig.

Note: I just realised there were a minor mistake in a rig. Fixed in ver. 2.2 (same link)

Click on Main_Rig object (from outliner or directly from clicking on it in the working area), check that nothing else is selected and go to the pose mode. Here you’ll be able to finally pose the character. You can move and rotate bones around just the way you would do any other objects in blender. 

Tagging you, my dear rig-testets, here: @middleofnothing @detroitbecomeonline

How to reset position/rotation/scale

Let’s say you moved it in some ugly way and want to reset it back the way it was in its “default” position. For this you need to select the bones you want to reset (or just select everything with A) and press

Alt + G - to reset position

Alt + R - to reset rotation

Alt + S - to reset scale (although I don’t know why would you scale bones)

Bone Layers

For this specific model I used bone layers to separate bones into groups according to their purpose and/or layout. What it means is that rig is divided into a few categories that can be hidden/revealed for convenience.

Blender has a system of built-in layers for armature (32 of them in total), which looks like this

I marked “actual layers” with green, because those are the layers we actually use and so-called “pointlessly repeated layers” jare ust a mirror of those we have above for the purpose of locking them (to restrict any changes we could accidentally make), which if you ask me is fucking retarded, there are better ways to visually represent it 

Anyways, we can reveal what’s inside them by clicking on them (just ignore what’s in a purple box, pretend it doesn’t exist), we can select multiple of them by holding Sift or deselect by clicking on them again (while holding shift). White circles represent that the layer has something inside and isn’t empty. Filled white circle indicate that the active bone(s) (the one(s) we have selected atm) are inside this layer, or, if nothing is selected it means that the last time there were, it was on This layer.

As you can see, by default those layers look weird and there’s no way to name them, which kinda ruins the purpose of layers. That’s why we won’t use them, and instead use free plugin “Bone Manager”, if you have my blend file, you should have it working already and it looks like this:

You can already see right away how much more user-friendly it is, doesn’t even requires explanation, as you can see all you need to know intuitively. It’s basically all the same layers from before, but displayed like they were actually made for people. 

To see this window, you should be inside pose mode. From there you can find it in the left corner of the working area under the tab “Bone Layers” like you can see on the screenshot. If you don't see that, then hover your cursor above working area and click N on your keyboard to show/hide it (or find this small arrow and click on it)

In regards to this specific rig I used 19 layers in total, you can see all of them below. They were mostly made for my convenience while rigging although I tried to rearrange them in a way that would be convenient for posing

(you can rearrange them if you want, it doesn’t affect the way any of those bones function, it’s purely for visual representation)

About those layers in detail

“Face original controls” - as the name says, it’s face bones from original rig. Not all of them though, I put “Tongue”, “Lips Upper (orig)”, “Lips Lower (orig)” and “Eyelids_orig” on separate layers, although they are all technically just face original controls. You’ll probably struggle to see them if you try to switch to them now, but it’s because bones are displayed as barely visible wires atm, I’ll explain how to switch it to other types below. 

Other layers that contain original controls are

“Helper Deform (orig)” - those move small parts of the mesh, but I don’t think they’re really useful or helpful, more like confusing and messy. You can try tweaking them around, but I suggest to ignore this layer. This layer exists because I was afraid to delete something just to find out it was actually really important later on. Maybe those bones Are helpful, idk, try it.

"Tie”, “Jacket” and “Shirt” are also just original bones that are responsible for cloth. For now I don’t yet possess the kind of black magic wisdom it takes to know how to rig clothes in a meaningful way, so it’ll probably be a frustrating experience to try to manipulate those. 

“Some pointless garbage” - originals bones that were there, but doesn’t do shit. Ignore it.

“Face custom controls” - a set of controllers made by me in an attempt to make usable face rig. It’s not comprehensive and only have controllers for eyes, eyelids and eyebrows (I got frustrated about the state of the mouth and haven’t finished it. Eyes and eyelids requires improvements too, but huh, better than moving each individual bone from original rig, which btw you can still do instead of/in addition to using controllers) This layer looks like that:

For eye individual controllers you’d want to rotate them instead of moving (double-click R after selecting them to rotate freely)

I realise now that eyelids move a little too much along with the eyes. I didn’t know the shit I was doing when I started this mess, so I’d probably managed to do it better now if I were to do it again.

Eyelid(s) controls:

You’d think that they’re responsible for upper eyelids, but actually no, not exactly, instead they are linked to the action of closing/opening the eyes and as you can see, lower eyelid moves along slightly (just like it does in the game. I tried to replicate the way it happens)

I tried to do the lover eyelid controller at some point as well to allow for the squinting(there are also wrinkle maps for that), but it is one of those things I haven’t yet done after realising that it is easy enough to break those eyelids already as they are now...Maybe later

And finally, eyebrows, which are probably the most interesting and complicated piece of this rig as they’re the only controllers that I managed to actually link to dynamic wrinkle textures, the ones I can’t shut up about. Each of those controllers are, just like eyelids, linked to the action (frowning/rising eyebrows depending on if you move them up/down or left/right from the nose. Or you can actually do both and see in-betweens of all kind of mix of the two), you can see it more clearly as skin around the corners of the eyes moves slightly(up) as well when frowned. I can dedicate the whole other post explaining exactly how I managed to do that, there’s A LOT to say, it’s absolutely ridiculous how complex it is under the hood. I spent maybe a week researching dynamic-wrinkle concept in 3d and I still can’t wrap my head around how cool it is.

Okay, that’s all for the face. 

But before moving on, a few words about what I have already mentioned about how you can use original controls to achieve more/other face expressions and actually pose mouth that I completely abandoned for custom controls.

If you switch to one of those layers with orig. controls, you’ll see something like this:

You can see those tiny dots that indicate those controls, but maybe they’re too small to be seen easily.

For this reason, you can switch the way they look to something else, instead of wire, you can do it here (generally you’ll use Stick or Octahedral if not Wire, ignore others)

Below is an example of how it looks like when displayed as Stick. I added a custom bone for the jaw just so it’d visible at all times, so it won’t be affected.

Okay, moving on to those next layers 

Now finally about how we can move the body. For this purpose there are two different ways to bend those arms/legs and those are known as Forward Kinematics (often shortened to FK) and Inverse Kinematics (IK).

In this rig there are separate layers for them called

“FK CTRL” and “IK CTRL” , for forward and inverse kinematics accordingly.

Forward Kinematics is when you pose bones one after another in a rigid way. From bottom to the top. In this rig they are color coded with green.

Note: a little update made to the rig after those gifs were made — now finger bones are in the FK CTRL layer. Used to be on DEF layer before

Inverse Kinematic (IK) is the other way around - you move the last element of a chain and all the bones before that move accordingly. You can further adjust the position of the chain by using “pole target” (in the gif below you can see how it works. It help you rotate elbow or knee) I made IK controls yellow.

This rig is switched to IK by default, so if you try to move green bones of arms or legs it won’t move. I’ll explain fow to switch between IK/FK in a moment.

“Root“ layer contains two shapes. One of which is the circle around where the character stands on the ground - if you move that it’ll move the whole character

Another shape is the words “Some settings” above the head. If you click on those and go into item properties menu, you’ll see that there are a buch of switches there:

Eyes_Follow_Head - whether or not eyes move along with the head if you rotate it or stay focused on eye controller.

FK>IK_Hand_L - switch left hand from FK(if set to 0) to IK (if set to 1)

All the remaining ones are just the same, but for the remaining hand and legs.

Layer “Torso” is quite self-explanatory. Just move/rotate things around to understand what they’re doing and you’re good to go.

And...It seems like I’m forgetting something really important as if there’s a lot more to tell about, but HUH. I don’t remember what is it exactly and if I figure it out, I’ll update this post.

Oh, right, about other layers. Those are mechanical layers responsible for things to function properly and those layers aren’t intended to be touched so if you don’t know what you’re doing DO NOT TOUCH OR CHANGE ANYTHING in those layers. Which are “Eyelids”, “Follow-Eyelid”, “DEF”(this one contain original bones btw, but don’t touch it if you're tot sure), “MCH” and “IK”

Lemme know if you have any problems/questions/suggestions/fic recommendations or if you want me to ramble on about some specific thing in rigging(or 3d in general), like the way I made those controls for eyebrows, or how to create your own controllers. Or...you got the idea.

And if you use this rig for your renders, mention where did you get it from (I wonder who that could be about?) ;^)

[the-flaming-nightmare]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Thank you for the tag @anewkindofme! The snippet you gave for the next chapter of "The Little Monkey" was super freaking cute, and I'm so pysched for the full chapter! 🧡❤

I've been working on Regressuary in advance, and today I started working on day 9, so here's a snippet from that:

Sam made his way down to the hospital's emergency center. He'd been paged to reset the ankle of a Little who supposedly broke it from a nasty fall he took running around in the house. He hated having to reset broken bones on Littles. To see their innocent little faces contort with fear when he brought the needle out to numb them, never failed to break his heart in two. It was just another aspect of the job, though. He just had to suck up his feelings and get it done.

As the doctor drew closer to the closed curtain hanging from the ceiling that shielded his patient from prying eyes, he slowed his pace when he heard the conversation happening from behind it.

"What did I tell you about this, Jack?"

"Uh... um, th-that m'too old for baby things l-like lovies, stuffies and blankies."

"Stuffed animals and blankets, Jack."

"R-right. Stuffed animals and blankets. Sorry, Mr. Alter."

Stopping just a couple feet away from the curtain, Sam's brows furrowed in a mixture of unease and confusion as he listened.

That... wasn't a normal conversation between a Caregiver and Little. Like, at all.

Deciding to file that away for later, the doctor smoothed out his features into a casual smile. He grabbed the curtain and pulled it aside, revealing the two occupants. A little boy with short sandy blond hair sat on the examination bed with his legs hanging over the side, still dressed in his pajamas, ankle visible and bruised all to Hell. Standing next to him was a stern looking man just a couple inches shorter than Sam with short dark hair, brown eyes and a beard.

"Hello! I'm Dr. Winchester. I assume you're the Caregiver?" Sam asked, directing the question to the other man.

"Foster Caregiver. Michael Alter," he responded, reaching out and shaking the doctor's hand. "And this is Jack. Introduce yourself, Jack."

Jack met Sam's gaze with a timid smile. "Hi, Dr. Winchester. My name is Jack Kline."

"Hi there, Jack. It's very nice to meet you. Though, I am sorry it's only because you're hurt."

Jack shrugged. "It's okay. It's all my fault, anyway."

Sam just barely managed to keep the smile on his face. Something about the boy's response made that uneasy feeling in his gut heighten.

"Well, I'm sure it was just an accident, peanut. Accidents happen all the time. Right, Mr. Alter?" Sam looked over at the man with an expectant look.

Mr. Alter gave a tight smile. "Yes. Although, maybe next time we'll listen to the grown-up in charge when they tell you not to do something. Hm, Jack?"

A flinch. It was barely noticeable, but being a doctor for almost two decades, meant developing a keen eye when speaking and looking over patients. Maybe Sam was being overanalytical, but he didn't think so. There was just something about this guy and the dynamic he had with this kid that didn't feel quite right.

If y'all wanna do it too, I tag @angelique-of-the-volturi-guard and @thegoeticcleric

[the-kr8tor]

could i get garlic cloves and a ❣️ for hobie? r is trying to sneak him somewhere as a bat. or maybe sneak him out of animal control or smth? -@thesevenofstaves

YEEESSS MORE VAMP HOBIE!!! I wrote this with IPOB in mind, I hope that's okay! Thank you, bestie 🩷

Pairing: Vampire! Hobie Brown X fem! Reader

Word count: 1.3 k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Set around my vampire Hobie series (In pursuit of blood), CW blood, mockumentary AU, Wwdits AU, Fluff!

In Pursuit of Blood fic

Katy's one year celebration 🎉

“So yeah, that's how I found out that my great aunt was a succubus—” you stop talking suddenly, blinking, eyes roaming around the walls of Hobie's mansion. The camera crew follows you as you look under the couch and even peek inside the grand piano. “Do you guys fucking hear that?”

The camera shakes its head. You look at it weirdly, “you could just say no, Jason, like a normal person—” you gasp, “there it is again!” You frantically move books from the bookshelves, making the crew dodge oncoming hardbounds. “Is this a prank? Am I getting punk’d right now?!” You scream, footsteps heavy as you trudge along the big living room, tossing and turning things around. “Hobie! Where the fuck did you put the speakers you mythical bloodsucking straw!”

You suddenly straighten up, finger scratching your ear, eyes turning from confusion to amusement. “Oh you fucking idiot!” You guffaw, palm slapping your knees in laughter. The crew look at each other, not knowing what to do when their subject turns cuckoo. “Okay, I'll—” you breathe for air, tears in your eyes as you laugh. “I'll save you, you big ancient baby.” Nodding, you roll your eyes, “fine, I'll be subtle. No explosions, yep…wait not even a little? I bought this new thing from amazon— yeah okay, bye! Close the fucking link I don't want you in my brain!”

Your shoulders sag, smiling at the befuddled camera crew. “Good news I'm not crazy! That was Hobie talking to me telepathically and he— you know what, I should just show you what he wants.” You beckon them over to the front door while you put on your jacket and take your keys. “It's called the mind gift,” based on the producer's eyes, you already know that she was about to ask you the question. “You get old enough, you start getting different abilities. Don't ask me how, that's just the way it is with vampires.”

The camera hard cuts to you driving in your new kia. In the corner of the shot you can see the camera man's hand gripping tightly around his seatbelt as you drive recklessly, like you just learned how to drive yesterday. Or you just knew what a car is.

“Relax,” you say, smiling sweetly at the camera even though you pass a red light. “No one's even on the road this late at night. So calm down.”

Hobie's voice once again appears in your mind, ‘hurry up, love, I think this chihuahua next to my cage wants me. And it's not the hunger type of want.’ You snort at his comment. ‘Please? I'll make it worth your while.’ he says with flirty undertones, making you roll your eyes, cheeks warm.

The camera visibly shakes. The mic picks up a faint ‘I’m gonna die.’ The crew following behind you with their own van can barely keep up with you. They pity Jason right now.

“Okay, listen.” You start, the car is zooming past the road beyond the speed limit. “Hobie wanted to hunt some poor rich sap but,” there's rapid honking around you, “something happened, he wouldn't tell me exactly what, so he had to get out quickly and turn into his vampire form. Now animal control caught him at the park because he was too hungry to return to his form.” The car suddenly screeches to a halt, making Jason the camera man almost fly off his seat.

You park your car at an animal control center, the camera zooms in your determined face. “Operation: save my idiot vampire roommate has begun.” Your head quickly swivels towards Jason who seems like all the colour on his face has gone. “Don't fuck this up for us, Jason.” You point at his still chest.

You exit your car with the slam of the door. The rest of the crew follow closely behind you as you enter the animal control center with an uncanny smile that has the front desk worker perturbed.

“Hi, this might sound weird—”

“What's up with the camera crew, lady?” The man asks, blinking away the bright lights, weirded out by the whole situation.

“Oh, we're making a documentary.”

“About what?” The man brightens up, subtly fixing his hair with his hand.

“Uh…” you look at the crew for answers, they're not helping with their empty looks. “...About bats, yeah, bats. We're from national geographic actually.” You hear Hobie in your head ‘national geographic? Really, love? You don't look like the Steve Irwin type. Although, you'd look good in some khaki shorts.’ Blinking him away, you continue to convince the man. “And one of our bats escaped from their enclosure. You see that man over there?” Raising your finger to point at Jason, you accuse him as he stands there awkwardly. “His name is Hobie,” Hobie's laughter in your mind echoes. “And he's an idiot y’know, he's a nephew of our director so we just had to take him in. You get me?”

The man in the front desk nods, judging ‘Hobie.’ “Yeah, I know the type.” He whispers to you. “We have someone like him here too.”

You nod in understanding. “They're not the brightest, right?” Hobie's cackling laughter buries deep in your mind, almost making you laugh too. ‘you're making me have it, huh?’ Jason frowns at you while he zooms in your apologetic face.

Tapping the desk, you smile at the man again. “So! Our bat, please?”

“I'd ask for papers like usual but I'm too lazy.” Now it's you judging the man. “If you can get him from the back yourself without getting rabies then you're free to take him.”

“Yeah, okay.” You shrug, and you hear Hobie breathe a sigh of relief. Opening the doors, you're greeted by a dozen small animals, all angrily calling out to you. “Wow, this reminds me of my cousin's room!”

Your eyes roam over the cages, looking for a familiar bat. The producer points at a bat on your right, she has her hand on the lock but you stop her midway. “That's clearly not him. Good try though.” The bat squeaks, lunging at the cage, almost biting the producer's hand.

Hobie's voice calls out to you, then you see a black bat with large wings rattle its cage. That's Hobie alright. “Aww,” you tease, “is it just me or you look extra adorable right now?”

‘Open the bloody door!’ Hobie telepathically screams at you, continuing to rattle at his cage. Squeaking angrily. You guess that he's starving now that he has tossed being sweet.

“In a minute.” You say, pulling out your phone to take numerous pictures of him. There's selfies of you with the angry bat, and even a group picture of the crew and bat Hobie. With one final click of the camera, you finally open the cage.

Hobie comes flying off towards your face, clinging to you, claws holding on to you and his tiny bat body covering your entire head. ‘Thank you, lovie.’ He says in your mind, his tiny fanged face nuzzling you sweetly. The camera crew takes numerous angles of the whole ordeal. ‘Take me home, ‘m hungry.’

“Will you let go of my face first?” Your voice is muffled by his fuzzy bat body.

‘nah, you're too comfortable.’

“No blood for you then.” You warn, and it works as he reluctantly moves over to your shoulders instead. ‘Fine,’ he grumbles, squeaking disappointedly.

Waving goodbye to the front desk who again stares at you all confused, you have successfully rescued your idiot vampire roommate. Placing him on your passenger seat, he shakes his head when you coax him into turning back to his form.

Jason records from the backseat, eyes flicking from you and the agitated bat. He knows exactly what's about to happen.

“What am I supposed to do? Let you drink from me again?”

There's a bout of silence, and then Hobie the bat nods his tiny head.

With a huff, you give him your hand to bite into. “One sip, Hobie, enough to turn you human.” He nods, mouth opening to take a bite. You look over your shoulder towards the camera. “Cut the fucking camera, Jason.”

Hobie sinks his teeth into you just as the camera shuts off. But not the mic though.

[dbgmode]

[In view of the possible/hopefully-not pending death of cohost! and the relatively low activity level of (every/relevant) tag(s) over there, I just today set up the blog I namesquatted years back today; I am now ... probably gauchely piggybacking on this second-most-popular, more relevant post in this tag to hope to give this any reach; forgive me. I started to Blaze this shit but uh that also would be unexceptable tryhard shit... and worse! ]

a close read of the lyrics/video of "Cheerleader" by Porter Robinson

... the irony of immediately, spontaneously spending several hours doing is extremely not lost on me (and crossposting only deepens)....

(a self-xpost from /r/porterrobinson: from cohost! Deluxe edition! ( peppered with a few additional links for the chosting tumbling crowd)

[...snip...]

{The cheerleader archetype also steps specifically onto both American high school "teen movie" archetypes, and (given the use of mask etc.) probably the interpolation of that in anime I am less personally familiar with. [a big reach, but I would contend there is some possibility that there is an invocation here also of like ... homestarrunner absurdist prior art: teen girl squad, trogdor?]. (cohost and tumblr exclusive addendum!: also like ... the idea of the cheerleader as specifically the victim of masked killer in a slasher-film, here (probs not for the first time) directly-inverted.)}

Video "text" (scene by scene, interpretation-biased description):

Cast (in order of appearance):

frame-story fangirl (FSF) (or possibly femmeboy?) - sits alone in bedroom. implied a high school student.

we have what I'm not-not gonna call 2021 MGK Porter. Idk at this point if this is to be understood as being identically the "Porter weston Robinson" of the broader album cycle or is more constrained to this video. I also used the phrase "cringecore porter" elsewhere, and while I think that applies metatextually, not as much in text.

this is NOT nurture porter. nurture porter had long blond hair and wore loose-fitting clothes. nurture porter was into upright pianos, acoustic guitars, and wide-open spaces.

this porter is un-blonde, plays analog synths and electric guitar. he is on the floor of his bedroom or studio, and while outside is there in the window, he does not go there.

of not no consideration is whom I'd call "nurture Together porter" (also "happy fiance Porter" => the man is allowed to be a person outside of aesthetic choices, but I'm not gonna ignore it either). That man (who first appeared at Second Sky 2022) wore a lot of cardigans and cable knit sweaters, and had brown hair that he kept pretty short and neat. Who we see here is both not that guy (see all the "my chemical robinson comments" and yet is closer probably too that guy than he is to either early nurture era guy, late-worlds anime sadboi, or fuckboi [though ... ])

clothes:

His pants look kinda like his shirt in Get Your Wish, as well as somewhat like beetlejuice (... the musical?) and other ~harlequin figures.

The sweater is somewhere between the styles preferred by nurture-Together porter and late-worlds porter.

Shoes are ... kinda fancy? (cf. bare-feet in Get Your Wish).

His colors are red, white, AND BLACK. the cheerleaders for the most part are just red and white. (by contrast the porter from "scene 8" on is pointedly black and grey)

doll cheerleader. possibly specifically the sort of doll used for practicing pose drawing? or doing doll fashion?

other psudedo-human cheerleaders (whom we can probably assume include frame-story fangirl)

additional porters, introduced in scenes 5 - 8, no spoilers.

Scene 0 :

FSF sits alone in her room, doing her best to embody the cheerleader persona, but needing to remove the mask at least a bit to eat. it is unclear whether their hair under the mask is not visible or if it is also styled like the wig

[P.S. posted as reddit self-comment "I also missed the scene 0 important detail, that the candy is literally a chibi-porter-u head (gummy? gusher)"]

Scene 0.5:

hyperspace/cyberspace tunnel - "going down the wire", bubblegum pop logo

Scene 1:

Meet this porter. he jams alone in fairly-large room (synths, some guitar, room is inside but painted like sky. It is lit as fluorescent drop ceiling. Doll cheerleader vibes. You can see (cartoon) outside (invocative of some specific past work, maybe flicker, maybe easy; probs others), and you can also see [same size, eyes on him] ... bubblegum cat (FSF also has a cat).

zoom out through pixels of screen

Scene 2:

Karaoke amongst the cheerleaders. "Perfect!" and other text on screen invokes rhythm games as much as socializing karaoke. Everyone pretty much is signing. One has maracas. There isn't any food or booze.

Porter walks out of (behind) screen and seizes stage mic, at least initially the cheerleaders stop singing to fangirl instead.

Scene 3:

Someone (we can presume FSF) plays with a character creator, and creates (in miniature) dragon Porter. Next she builds a chibi doll of him. (Is this her OC/custom? or did it already get merchandised by e.g. Funko). It briefly stop-motions before exploding into

Scene 4:

Porter is very pop punk now. He has grown the dragon wings and tail. Both the makeup and the pink/silver confetti do remind me of _specifically_ "Tickets to my Downfall" MGK (and perhaps "congratulations" Post Malone?). Though with the blue of the walls (which sometimes have cliffs that are very "Language" video), also is evocative of a common color palette of nurture tour.

Scene 4.5 [intercut]:

FSF is literally playing out this scene in doll-house form, dropping the confetti on her figure. We see the city models preceding the next scene; she is taping this with a gorilla-podded point-and-shoot ; she is not in frame. Next to the porter-room is another much more "normal" doll-house, it doesn't match this room but ... it might have at some point? (it actually is the room from scene 8, but ... I didn't realize that when I wrote this, and neither can the first time viewer)

she picks up and moves figure to the city

Scene 5:

Dragon porter become Kaiju/Rampage porter. Doll cheerleader is here and hyped, and immediately gets stomped.

Scene 5.5:

Reality break. Kaiju porter has breached containment and is outside of FSF's window. She is initially ambiguously scared or excited but approaches the window

Scene 6:

Kaiju porter eats FSF (who is an even smaller less detailed doll/figure to him), this immediately makes him sick, probably dead. Intercut is cartoon chibi porteru (where? in the mouth/GI of kaiju porter? in the brain?)

Scene 7:

meet hot air balloon chibi porter. Note that there is someone in the basket. In wide, she does not appear to be a cheerleader, but also use of binoculars makes it unclear. In close up, she absolutely is.

The body of pom-pomed cheerleaders (who we did meet briefly earlier intercut in scene 4-4.5) form a landing target(?) with the pom-poms, briefly striped, but then chibi face.

Scene 7.5:

Once we have entered the mountains (of Sad Machine?), Porter of Scene 1 is running from but likely spotted by hot air balloon porter and his basket's occupant. The size scale is implied flipped now from scene 5-6. He seeks refuge in a doll-house-ish safe house

Basket radios to ground and her landing target is gone in pursuit/seige of porter

Scene 8 [bridge]:

FSF returns (un-eaten) to her bedroom and sits down on bed out of frame; zoom into new doll-house which is also interior of safe house. Mid-zoom, FSF removes their mask/wig, but we do not see them without it

Here porter sits also on bed, in largely undercoated (but for much smaller version of pink cat in frame), vaguely sky-blue (but no clouds, no cliffs) bedroom.

Arrangement of synths and guitars lightly suggests that _if_ this is understood from Porter's perspective rather than FSF's that he is maybe been sitting alone in dark-ish on bed the whole time.

Outfit is different from every earlier scene as well; fairly generic, but also (to me) kind of evocative of Virtual Self concert dress specifically

In wide shot, there is no one at window. In close up they press against it.

Scene 9 [chorus]:

cheerleader headbutts in and they precede to fuck up his bedroom, synths, one piece of art, before one of them tackles through the drywall

Scene 9.5:

One cheerleader is briefly alone in the scene 1 room, cat art becomes cartoon and jumps from frame, gives chase (to whom? the only one we saw enter this room was a cheerleader);

brief passage flanked by cheerleaders. shit gets trippier

Scene 10:

tracking shot down a sky space tunnel (scene 0.5) in which Porter of Scene 8 jams while a cheerleader (FSF?) and Scene 1 Porter both get spun around. Cat falls down center of that tunnel until camera is obscured.

Scene 11:

chibi porter (dressed like scene 8 porter but with the legs of dragon-doll-porter) is pursued by now giant doll cheerleader, while cheered on by roughly-same-scale dolls and video walls of selves. Also seemingly some holographic-projection cheerleaders who are holding a synth in way that almost suggests they might be playing it (keytar style) but its backwards so ... probably smashing.

Giant doll cheerleader catches and eats chibi porter. Whereas we saw the vore of scene 6 in silhouette, so we don't know how FSF felt about it. Here we dolly zoom on chibi porter who honestly: fuckin thrilled. (in start contrast to terrified expressions in the rest of scene 11)

Scene 11.5:

We (the camera) follow him down, but he is gone from view quickly. the gullet of doll-cheerleader is the cyberspace tunnel of scene 0.5 except that by strobe it is also explicitly the wall of FSF's bedroom. Not for nothing, but the effect is also Windows 95/98 maze screensaver at those times.

Scene 12:

Scene 8 porter crowdsurfs on the cheerleaders hands. Intercut flash jump-scare-ish (but no, cause context) face closeups including:

the pigeon from the window in scene 2

scene 8/12 porter's face

scene 8/12 porter wearing a cheerleader mask

low poly cgi cheerleader

real fast blinks on what probably is just porter's face in even closer-closeup, but might also include un-masked FSF? (I'm kinda loathe to do the frame-by-frame look that would tell me that or no)

Scene 12.5:

oops, crowd surfing porter became a chibi porter pinata, which is ripped apart by the hands of the cheerleaders, splling out hard candy and rock candy, like FSF had in scene 0.

Scene 13:

a single very quick, extreme closeup of FSF's candy bowl

So yeah... I don't want to over-explain (my over-description), but ... relative scales, who appears to control whom: you probably get it.

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Video paratext:

The description on youtube here is extensive liner notes style credits. Contrast that to the overwhelmingly self-promotional and (few) lyrics description of last music video release ( do-re-me-fa-so-la-ti-do)

or the major credits and lyrics of most early nurture stuff.

I'll grant that this is a more involved production, probably, but also - I think taken with the late-nurture move to a live band show & what we think this album is about, it is both an artistic and a practical decision that this says

I DIDN'T MAKE THIS REMOTELY BY MYSELF

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release context:

It's a Porter Robinson album first single. It is tone-setting intentionally. He (et al) picked "Sea of Voices" largely cause it was the furthest thing from (for example) 100% in the Bitch / the State - and indeed a big (if smaller, to me) contrast from Language, Easy, Say My Name.

Ditto "Get Your Wish" is not Sad Machine or Lionhearted. And pointedly it is less that aesthetic than even Something Comforting is (Look at the Sky ... idk)

So here, we are doing distortion, we are doing fairly simple analog synth patches, we are doing singing in largely-unprocessed voice. But hey, also, in the bridge, we are doing acoustic guitar - nurture porter isn't actually gone. [Also, while the arrangement works well, I think, there is an amped up section contrast that - in the context of the promotion so far to me - reads as "I know only one part of this is good for tiktok"]

This song is ... about the same things as Get Your Wish. It has a very different outlook on it. but its that, again.

So ... take that as you will.

🌈📣

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metatextual P.P.S

posted as self-comment:

Not to suggest this is any more than happy/unhappy accident (or possibly emergent from user behaviors?), but YouTube does want to auto-play the most meta-textually appropriate thing next:

And the existence of that piece of ~fanon single art did at least passingly occur to me as relevant to Scene 0 / the frame-setting of this video.

[Additional context: this song, "A Sound for Lonely People" was a demo leaked following either the hacking of Porter's dropbox or the loss/theft of a laptop containing it. No finished version of the song was ever released (and its not clear that that was for lack of "done", lack of desire, or it being a mostly-for-self / private work of art)

His discouragement at this (and other?) leaks is a thing brought up both in both:

the "anachronistic video essay from 2028" about his disappearance on March 1st 2024, which he posted on February 29th. (but then instead dropped an album announcement. Whether there is any intention to go through with any back-scrub is tbd, but there has not been within the first 3 weeks. I might have over-reacted and yt-dlped 69gigs of stuff about it)

the tweet / 𝕏 post feigning(?) such discouragement yesterday

following the "early" release of the song to streaming services in only japan (and not other countries in the same time-zone) for a few hours( or less?)

a thing that could certainly have been genuine data entry confusion, etc. but also is speculated in the context of other album promotion to have potentially been intentional

The most popular youtube uploads of this use imagery of a person or people sitting alone in bedrooms, much like Cheerleader (twice) does]

❤️ 🍬 🫀

"to eat or be eaten"

Porter Robinson - Cheerleader

[roadkillxd]

18, cis male. What about Kurt having abandonment issues? Sometimes the reader has to remind him that he won't be abandoned, comfort him, something like that, this wouldn't be in a controlling way. They are roommates, and Kurt has a crush on the reader. Someday, the reader starts to get suspicious when he hears his name from Kurt sleeping, and to confirm if that is really true, the reader decides to talk to Kurt. This is when the fun begins. Go crazy with the kinky stuff.

Sorry if this isn't as kinky as you wanted. I didn't feel like it fit the vibe. Hope you enjoy it anyway!

↪ 2054 words — 18+ / SMUT — tw for minor somnophilia.

Content tags — cis male bottom reader / cis male top Kurt / inexperienced Kurt / experienced reader / loss of virginity, wet dreams, frotting, fingering, masturbation, penetrative sex, anal sex.

You’re sitting beside Kurt in bed, backs propped up against the pillows. He’s gently bumping your foot with his own as you two watch a movie together, an empty bag of popcorn discarded on the nightstand as the film draws closer to its end.

You readjust to lessen some strain, breaking your only point of contact with him to crisscross your legs, leaning forward on your elbows as the final scene plays. You don’t miss how Kurt glances over at you and frowns, just barely visible in your peripheral.

He remains quiet, not even looking at the movie anymore as he begins to pick at a loose string on the hem of his shorts. You sigh softly through your nose, grabbing the remote to switch the TV off. You shift to face him, but he keeps his head down.

“What’s going on with you, man?” You ask, voice low. 

Kurt looks up at you, eyes a little wide and nervous, brow furrowed. He scoffs an ingenuine laugh.

“N-nothing! See?” He gives a forced, awkward smile. “Just peachy!”

You roll your eyes.

“Kurt.”

He frowns again at your tone, looking even more dejected. He shrugs and looks away. It’s a long moment before he finally speaks again.

“I–I…I have—I had a lot of friends, you know?” He lies. You nod anyways. You know how he is. “But you’re the o-only one that’s… stuck around this long. And I guess I just…”

Your eyes widen a bit as it clicks. With how he always behaves so goofy and optimistic and almost obliviously confident, it’s easy to forget how insecure he is, especially when it comes to his relationships. You scoot closer and place a hand on his bicep, giving a gentle squeeze.

“Kurt, I’m not going anywhere, okay? I care about you,” you urge, giving him a soft smile.

“R-really?” He asks. It hurts your heart how small and disbelieving his voice is.

“Yeah, man. I’m always gonna be here for you. You’re stuck with me, now.”

He laughs, almost a giggle, flushing and turning away to fidget with the loose string again. Back to his goofy, awkward self. His bangs fall into his eyes as he smiles.

“O-okay, okay. Cool. Sor—mm, uh, sorry. Uhm…” he stutters out. 

You sigh a soft breath of relief. You glance over at the clock and groan at the time, flopping back onto the mattress. Kurt seems to take that as some sort of cue and begins to shuffle off of the bed before you reach out and grab his wrist.

He startles, looking back at you with a bright red face.

“You can sleep in here if you want. No biggie,” you shrug, casually offering. Your stomach flutters when he gives a small nod and climbs underneath the covers. You’ve always thought he was so pretty, but he never really seemed to show any interest in other men. You knew you couldn’t have him, but it was nice to pretend sometimes, laying in bed beside him.

You fumble behind you to turn the lamp off, plunging the room into darkness. 

“Night,” Kurt whispers, shifting to curl up further into the blankets. You smile and murmur a small ‘night’ in return. You don’t manage to fall asleep for a long time. Instead, you stare ahead at the dark shape Kurt’s body forms in the shadows. You listen to his breathing even out, followed by the occasional cute little snore. 

You don’t know how long it’s been, but your eyes are starting to burn a bit, your eyelids heavy. You’re about to flutter into sleep when Kurt’s voice snaps you awake again.

“Y/N,” he breathes out, his voice a quiet whisper.

“Yeah?” You groggily respond, trying to peer through the dark to see his face.

You get no response for a long moment. You sigh, about to fall asleep again when another noise startles you. Kurt softly moans, followed by your name again. You catch how his hips shift forward under the blankets. His fingers grip tight at the bedsheets as he starts to pant. Your eyes widen in realization, your face flushing.

You hesitantly scoot closer to him, barely letting your fronts brush. He immediately bucks his hips forward, beginning to grind against your leg. You groan low in the back of your throat at his eagerness. Your left hand comes up to cup his cheek.

“Kurt, baby, wake up,” you urge, voice just above a whisper.

He awakens slowly, eyes fluttering open. He blinks against the darkness, letting out a small whine at your body pressed to his, his cock hard and staining the front of his briefs.

“I’m s-so sorry,” he gasps out, about to shift away from you. You move your hand from his cheek down to his waist, holding him still. He looks back up at you, the moon shining against his wide, wet eyes. “Wh-what’re you…?”

“Do you want this?” You ask, hot breath blowing across his parted lips. Your faces are so close. Your thumb is rubbing little circles against his hipbone. He hesitates for a long moment. You can make out his eyes fluttering closed as he nods.

You smile, ducking down to capture his lips with your own. You kiss him slow and sweet, giving him time to adjust. He’s messy—inexperienced—but he kisses you fervently. Small, throaty little noises escape from his lips. You pull him flush to you, the both of you groaning as your clothed erections brush. 

His hands move from where they’re tucked between your bodies down to your hips. He gently pushes you back, carefully keeping your lips locked. He finally pulls away, panting, on his hands and knees above you. You smile and he laughs softly, disbelievingly. 

“I’m not…I don’t know what I’m doing,” he admits, nervous. 

You pull him back down to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

“Have you ever had anything inside you, baby?” You ask, testing the waters. He shakes his head, then grimaces.

“I, well, uhm,” he clears his throat awkwardly, hips shifting. “I tried a-a…finger. Once. But it…hurt. So.”

You nod, snaking your hand down between your bodies to toy with the hem of his shorts, slipping your fingers beneath the waistband to grab his cock, giving him a few dry tugs that have him whining and burying his face against the crook of your shoulder.

You feel an incessant amount of precum leak from his cockhead, slicking up his cock as you stroke him slow and steady. You feel his prick twitch ever so slightly and pull away, grinning at the petulant whine he makes.

“How ‘bout you fuck me instead?” You murmur against his ear, using your hand to push his shorts and briefs down, using your foot to get them the rest of the way off until he’s kicking them away entirely. 

He moans and nods as his cock springs free, slapping wetly against his tummy. You quickly shuffle out of your own underwear, splaying your palm at the base of his back to pull his body down against yours, frotting your cocks together. 

He produces another small puddle of pre, the hot wetness feeling like bliss against your dick. You fumble with the bedside drawer to pull out a bottle of lube. Kurt’s too busy grinding against you to notice, clinging tight to your shoulders and whimpering. 

You slick up your fingers, arching your hips up ever so slightly to reach down, slipping two fingers into yourself. Your body gives easily to the intrusion and you moan, head thrown back as Kurt begins to suck and nibble at your neck. 

He begins to make these panting whine, hips stuttering before he comes between the both of your bodies, smearing cum across your stomachs as he continues to rut. You groan at his endurance, surely a result of being so pent up. He doesn’t even soften, just continuing to buck against you like he’s starving for it. 

You work three fingers into yourself, stretching them wide apart before deciding you’re ready. You gently tug at Kurt’s messy locks with your clean hand, prying his lips from your throat. He groans, staring down at you with half-lidded eyes.

“C’mon, baby,” you coo, shifting so you can hitch your hips up against the top of his thighs. “Fuck me.”

Kurt glances down between the two of your bodies, seemingly apprehensive. He sits up straight, resting one of his hands on your hip, the other gripping the base of his cock to steady himself. The fleshy head of his cock presses against your hole and you involuntarily moan. Kurt lets out a little gasp at the noise, gaze flickering to your face. 

“Don’t gotta go slow,” you smile, letting out another breathy moan as he starts to press forward again, “you’re gonna feel so good inside of me, Kurt, baby, fuck.”

Kurt moans, low and drawn out as your hole gives to the intrusion, the head of his cock popping into you with a wet squelch. He gives you no time to adjust—not that you need it—before he’s pushing all the way into your wet heat.

He has both his hands on your waist now, slowly beginning to roll his hips up into you, gradually picking up his pace. 

“I-it’s so… you’re—” he gasps, hips bucking particularly hard before he pulls back out and begins to slam into you with each thrust, his balls slapping against your ass as he moans. “Warm. A-and tight.”

You laugh breathily, getting caught on a groan. You have your arms above your head, arching your back until his cock rubs over your prostate on each thrust in and each pull out. Your hole is dripping with lube and precum. You reach down to take your own throbbing prick in hand, stroking it in time with Kurt’s harsh thrusts.

He pants above you, sweat dripping from his hairline and into his eyes. His hips are starting to falter, his body tired. He locks eyes with you and you give him a vicious grin, wrapping your legs around his body to pull him flush into you before using the leverage to flip the two of you.

You both gasp at the change in position, Kurt’s cock sinking that much deeper into you with the new angle. You quickly begin to rise until just the tip is inside of you before you’re dropping back down, doing your best to maintain a steady pace despite how your thighs burn in protest.

He stares up at you, enraptured. Starstruck. His mouth is slightly agape, small little moans and breathy noises escaping from past his lips. He’s pushed up slightly onto his elbows, deliriously rocking his hips up into yours as you bounce on his cock. 

Your own dick jumps with the movements and he watches it hesitantly, his face evening out a bit as he seemingly comes to a decision, reaching out to wrap his hand around it. The moan you emit makes his brain buzz. He begins to stroke you, rubbing his thumb over the head on each tug upwards as you’d done for him. 

“I love you,” he gasps out. You groan deeply, feeling your prick twitch in his hand.

“Love you, too, Kurt, oh God—”

He comes nearly without warning, the only sign being the hitch in his breath. He keens loud and long as he finishes, filling your sore, used hole with his hot seed. You can almost feel it spurt out inside of you, warming your insides. You moan at the sensation, hunching forward as you come only seconds after him, painting his belly in even more release.

You take a moment to catch your breath. Your eyes flutter open to see Kurt staring up at you, doe-eyed and mouth agape. You chuckle and lean down to kiss him, whining at his soft cock slipping from your hole, his cum swelling at your entrance as it begins to dribble out and down your balls. 

You lay your weight onto him and he grunts, cringing at the tacky feeling of cum drying between your stomachs. You shift slightly to move to the side and he wraps his arms tight around you. You smile against his throat.

“I’m not going anywhere, Kurt.”

“O-okay,” he murmurs, and then, after a long pause: “I know you aren’t.”