#ocs can be just as good if not better than canons

[sangelune]

i really do wanna like put some more limelight onto my ocs!!! i wanna be like everyone else and have that balance where people are open to my ocs or my canons! it's great and fun to write canons and all that but like where's the oc & oc love that used to be around i miss doing like... oc stuff and making all this fun original stuff with other people!

it's great i have like a couple of people too who actually do this regularly but i just! kinda wish all of us did it more. because i really! enjoy my ocs! and i think i write them well! just as well as my canons! and i'd really just like to feel like they're just as valued!!

[ruvviks]

PLEASE DO NOT TAG AS YOUR OWN OC OR PAIRING.

Nathan and Ruben share a bond more powerful than most; mutual understanding through past experiences no one should ever have to go through, and through past actions so horrible they cannot be spoken of. Their grief and the blood on their hands binds them to the STEM technology they created, which has alienated them from the rest of the world— but they give each other the comfort they have both longed for so desperately for years, and that is all they need. They are each other's counterpart; you cannot imagine one without the other, like two sides of the same coin. Through their pain, their grief, their desire, and their regret, they have become one.

anna akhmatova, the guest // bones; equinox // 'i won't become' by kim jakobsson // agustín gómez-arcos, the carnivorous lamb // by oxy // achilles come down; gang of youths // czeslaw milosz, from 'new and collected poems: 1931-2001' // 'extended ambience portrait from a resonant biostructure' and 'migraine tenfold times ten' by daniel vega // a little death; the neighbourhood // marina tsvetaeva, from 'poem of the end' // by drummnist // katie maria, winter // 'nocturne in black and gold the falling rocket' by james abbott mcneill whistler // micah nemerever, these violent delights // body language; we are fury // 'the penitent' by emil melmoth // chelsea dingman, from 'of those who can't afford to be gentle'

taglist (opt in/out)

@shellibisshe, @florbelles, @ncytiri, @hibernationsuit, @stars-of-the-heart;

@lestatlioncunt, @katsigian, @radioactiveshitstorm, @estevnys, @adelaidedrubman;

@celticwoman, @rindemption, @carlosoliveiraa, @noirapocalypto, @dickytwister;

@killerspinal, @euryalex, @ri-a-rose, @velocitic, @thedeadthree

[throughpatchesofviolet]

I'm hoping taking an extended break from Limbus (aside from dailies and weeklies, of course), helps me return to it with passion, again ... make no mistake, I am thinking about the game and characters nonstop--even when engaged in other activities--I've just been having trouble posting about it due to a myriad of things.

[hana-bobo-finch]

jørgan clan my beloved. you guys are so messed up

[eolande]

i think i was put on this earth purely to be the most not normal about dragon's dogma dlc "dark arisen". my muse. my main motivator for bettering my skills. definitely the media i care most about and Get the most. there's probably people who get it even better than me and that's ok. but i'm still really really good at it. i have a great grade in Dark Arisen. i win at Bitterblack Isle. i think i have some really top tier accolades in Elden Ring and Bloodborne and am just starting to get there on Dark Souls but Dark Arisen is the height of my academic achievement. even better than base game Dragon's Dogma. i still never read the savan novella 😔💔 fake fan. and i'm REALLY BAD at DD2. i hate to admit but i am still struggling so bad to make a deeper connection with the lore in the same way as all those other games even tho i still really love it and i think i understand it well.... something is missing but idk what

[iguana-braces]

That sub!Jayce post really popped off, huh?

Ehehe okay here's my rambly thoughts about it (I'm literally sitting at work clocked out writing this instead of going home because THOUGHTS)

Building my theory off of this post:

And this one with all the examples of how Jayce's love language is clearly physical touch

*Disclaimer: there's a lot about season 2 that irked me in terms of plot and characterization so this is me retconning a little bit and picking and choosing what examples make the most cohesive argument. Like, in season one they're like "Jayce has this brotherly relationship with Caitlyn and him and Mel have this deep, meaningful relationship" and then season two was like "No more relationship building, it's time for trauma now" but, I digress*

First things first, he's a people pleaser. He does what he's told, clearly (against better judgment but like). And he's clearly committed to the people he cares about. HE BROUGHT VIKTOR BACK FROM THE DEAD (AND THEN KILLED HIM) AND THEN DIED WITH HIM AGAIN. You can't tell me that wouldn't translate to an "I'll do anything for you" attitude in the bedroom too.

I already did the bed gif but I also have to draw attention to the following:

Okay but season two, post-horrors!

Mr. Dopey Heart-Eyes McGee is NOT the one calling the shots here.

Season one Jayce? That man is whipped. One glance from his partner and he's on his knees like it's a religion. Whoever you ship him with! Mel, Viktor, both, a secret fourth option--

He spent an indeterminate amount of time alone, in the bottom of a pit. He's touch-starved but also! Traumatized!

Imagine, if you will, that he survives the astral plane. Imagine he goes to find Mel, or Viktor also survives, or imagine your own y/n, OC insert scenario here. Whatever floats your boat.

In such scenario, and in the aftermath of his self-awareness epiphany where he realizes that yeah, he's kinda been used (by everyone really), I think that in regards to any potential sexual relationship, he would have to become more dominant, more in control of the situation. Especially if it's with Mel, since he does pointedly blame her, or even Viktor, who has literally shaped the course of Jayce's entire life since he was a child. The man needs to set some boundaries with people and good for him.

So I think dominant, scruffy Jayce does have a time and a place.

However, I don't think he'd stay that way forever. It's kinda like him trying to be a politician-- it's a different role that he can pull off, but it doesn't fully scratch his itch.

BONUS HEADCANON: Wouldn't it be just so interesting if he survived the astral plane and goes back to whoever, and while he's looking for comfort and reassurance and all that physical contact he's been deprived of, he realizes that he really doesn't like people touching his head.

I hypothesize that in regards to canon relationships, Mel and/or Viktor, once they regain his trust and show that they're not trying to use him again, he's 100% going to be simping for them even worse than before. Like, that relationship would've gone through the fire and only come out stronger on the other side. You might even say it's been vulcanized.... 🤭

From the on, he can go back to letting his walls down around them and letting them be the dominant one because he knows there's solid trust and respect there now.

Feel free to agree or disagree 🤷‍♀️ also please feel free to tell me all your thots about this too!!!

He's got all this beautiful hair that needs to be tenderly pushed away from his eyes by a loving hand, but he's a little fucked up from the times Mannequin/Mage Viktor did that little murder mind meld.

Like, he put his head in Mel's lap TWICE, you know it would kill the man if he couldn't do that anymore because having someone's hands near his forehead is too reminiscent of... well, basically his death.

[cheerleaderman]

It’s spirit week at Night Raven College and most of our students aren’t really feeling the spirit. So our headmage came up with the perfect idea to solve this problem.

What better way to lift up people spirits than CHEERLEADERS!

….Absolutely not

Well that’s too bad! as the headmage made it a requirement for the event. Even the staff have to do it so get on your cheer wear and cheer on your school mates as they face many challenges.

All classes of students respected year for example 1-A vs 1-B, will be going against each other throughout the week to earn points for your class. The winning classes with the most points will get a class trophy and party. A good party Crowley promises isn’t he so kind?

Rules:

Keep it PG , no Pro-ship etc

No AI

Anyone can participate! Cards, Ocs , Canon Characters, draws , fics , etc!

There is no deadline

Be sure to Tag me and use #CheerforNRC

any questions let me know

Outfits:

Of course everyone is required to put on their Cheer wear but there are also mascot for each dorm and the school.

Must use these colors the Colors Purple, Yellow, black and white

uniform can be changed around of course here are some examples.( others are allowed to use my designs for the characters here with credit)

All Canon Characters designs here ( you are allowed to make your own designs too!)

You can make up your own logo!

MASCOTS:

[ you guys have mainly creative freedom just making sure to include the requirements some have ]

Night Raven College- Night the Raven. | Heartslabyul - Rosie , a heart with a crown and rose |

Savannaclaw- King the lion, has a scar on their left eye | Octavinelle- Ms, Witch, an octopus with a shell necklace |

Scarabia- Jas the Snake | Pomefiore- Queen Apple, a beautiful apple with a crown

Ignihyde- Spottie the three headed dog | Diasomnia- malevolent the dragon

Ramshackle- Rammy the ghost, has a top hat with a bow like Grim’s

Card background:

Divider

Cheerleading team: Roster

I hit the max limit for tags so they will be under the roster links

AJ and Asher - @karamatsuboy-aj

Yuuna - @satoukki

Willow | groovy - @prefectrose

Yurena Yurena’s card - @ranas-twisted-wonderland

Shuu - @oya-oya-okay

Saiyuu - @quzen

Yumi Groovy | Marina | Dione - @marinahavik

El (Yuuel ) - @stxrgazingattheclouds

Kyra - @angelwishess

Yuusha - @crystallizsch

Rose - @blood-red-hummingbee

Yuura - @azriel-sama

Kupid - @sheep-gone-wild

Shoyo - @shyx-prince

Hopper - @amatsuchan-eiliniel

Józefina - @offorestsongs

Beau- @hypn0sssss

Brannan - @bunniehunn

Yuhua - @distant-velleity

Paloma and Hydris - @mhedusard

Soul - @twistedplayer16

Isabella - @skibidibabygirl

Caspian | Yuuto - @twsted-void

Victoria - @saddixie

Peony - @sabrina4400

Jovelina ( Jovie) - @jovieinramshackle

Ink - @shinysparklesapphires

Emery - @andminnequin

Eirwen - @day-dr3aming

Yuyume and Yuuko - @anonymousplant

Yuubeni | Yuubeni’s Card - @bunniehunn

Daisy - @midnightmah07

Yulia - @chillygourami

Kanae - @beneathsakurashade

Joseph - @readsrandomstuff67

Constance - @theolivetree123

April - @applecherrytea

Elio | Groovy - @sunnysidesevenup

Mina - @twtysevapr

Vil and Eislyn - @4necdote

Yuknan - @babyghoul138

Artemisia - @moonyasnow

Eira - @kwaiipootatooo

Hagi - @clovenoko

Jewel - @jewelulu

Miyuu - @gingacat

Taru - @taruruchi

Alan - @alan-without-the-an

Deliah - @slumberingrose-fandom

Fanart:

Jamil putting his hair in a high ponytail | Event drawings - @/crystallizsch

LET’S GO 2-C! | Lucky Star Death Grip - Me(cheerleaderman)

Azul drawings | Event Drawings - @/oya-oya-okay

AJ’s failed flip - @/karamatsuboy-aj

Cool girls table - @/stxrgazingattheclouds

Azul has 2 hands - @/jovieinramshackle

Floyra matching - @/angelwishess

Kyra and Ace - @/lumdays

Jackrose | cool kids table - @/blood-red-hummingbee

2-A doodles- @/anonymousplant

Hagi doing her best - @/clovenoko

Yunde - @lumdays

[gatorbites-imagines]

Okay, your head canons (get it? Am so hilarious) with our dear big tittied viltrumites (Nolan, conquest, thragg. I don't think kregg has such big ones but we love him anyway?) was Amazing, loved them

But they got me thinking about a petvincible harem + the four of them 😮😮. Would it be chaotic asf? Yes, but what's better then like 20+ (I cannot keep track of all the invincible variants, but add your OC ones aswell cause I love them) pairs of man boobies? 4 more pairs of man boobies.

I just really like the idea of them all sharing a tiny three bedroom apartment with a working reader, it makes my little gay heart happy. I also like like the idea of big strong men getting dicked down, can ya blame me?

Thank you for reading my yap session my favorite gator 🤗🤗

I know these men hate to see me comin, they would never know peace.

i have like no gifs i can use for this stuff, so have these ones instead.

what should i call this group? they arent petvincibles, so... viltruwives?

At this point, readers neighbors gotta think he's in some polygamist cult, or that he's in some super kinky relationship, cuz he's got these four massive buff men coming and going. Whys that one wearing so much leather? (idk, I feel like Conquest would think leather is fancy, you can't tell me this guy wouldn't wear cowboy boots) 

Nolan is used to being a husband on earth after having been with Debbie so long. Is he still with Debbie in this setting? Are they divorced? Is it an open relationship kinda deal, and she is also seeing Paul? 

Well, this means Nolan already knows his way around the court. He knows how to clean, how to cook, how to grocery shop and take care of the home and taxes. Hell, hes still making money from the books he ghostwrote or wrote under a fake name, so he's the only one with an income outside of you 

Kregg, I feel would quickly get an understanding of it all, would find a way to fake an identity, get a job, and start raking in cash. Hes crazy smart and all that, and he gives the vibe that he would be lethal in the business world. Homeboy probably works banking or finance. Or some other soul crushing job, where he gets to fuck over other people's lives. I feel he would end up a mean cook as well, after much experimentation. 

Conquest? He gets to stay retired for a while. To just get to live, to experience and feel. Let him pick up hobbies, like gardening or even painting. It looks horrible, but being able to create instead of destroy would give him some kind of peace. I think he enjoys going on walks in the morning, like, walking normally, in his comfortable clothes. Gets himself a coffee, a bagel, sits in the park with his sudoku. Texts the reader good morning, wishing him a good day at work. 

Thragg has the hardest time just being... part of the plebians. He would still see all of humanity as worthless insects, no, lower than insects. But the reader loves humanity, loves earth, so he puts up with it. He wouldn't want to work either, cuz that's for lowlives, but I do think he would end up doing something just out of boredom. I don't know what he would do, but he would have some job where he gets to bark orders, crush other people's hope and wishes, and exert his power. He probably works for the IRS.. 

Methinks reader is just enjoying himself most days. Like, who wouldn't love to come home from a long day of doing customer service, and just being able to literally dive head first into the pecs(tits) of the closest viltrumite. 

Reader will never need a weighted blanket, he can just lay down on the bed, make grabby hands, and whichever viltrumite has the time just lays down on top of him. True peace and therapy trapped under such a large and powerful man. Gets all the stress of the day to melt right off. 

At least two of them would try to talk you into getting a moustache... Nolan would be chill with you getting whatever, Conquest I think doesn't care too much.  

You guys aren't secretive of your relationship, and you become a bit of a joke in your friend group for being such a dilf and gilf hunter. Nobody dares mess with you though, all four of your boyfriends look like they kill baby deer and drink their blood for breakfast.  

Insert them also “working on your stamina” with you, cuz god are you gonna need it. I feel these four can be just as much as all the Marks combined. Age doesn't mean their needs have gone away, and now they actually have an outlet. The Marks are never older than a few hundred years at most (except for emperor mark). But these guys? They've gone thousands of years without just doing it for pleasure and fun (outside of Nolan), so, they got a lot of catching up to do. 

reader has once again saved the universe by being kinda dumb and pathetically cute. build him and his broken dick a statue.

[bet-on-me-13]

Fanfics that changed your entire perception on a piece of Media?

Every once in a while I will find a Fanfic that completely overhauls my entire perception of a Show or Book, to the point that I consider that Fanfic as a Better Canon than the Actual Canon Story. Simply because I adore them so much.

(Not to say the actual Canon isn't good, but I just like certain elements of the fanfics more than what they did in Canon, and in some cases those elements stack up so much I wish I could just replace the entire story with them)

For Harry Potter it was Lily's Boy. This added so much to the HP Universe and made a story I desperately wish was Canon instead. I think most people who read this agree, especially because JK Rowling🤢 sucks ass at actual worldbuilding and this sets up a magical world that feels fleshed out and alive. My only gripe is the Ron and Hermione bashing, but I can ignore that pretty easily. Dumbledore Bashing is perfectly fine imo.

For MHA it was We Are Here: Emerald Sparks and Angel on my Shoulder. Both are Fics that dramatically expand on the MHA Worldbuilding, and have Concepts and Arcs that I wish were a part of the actual Anime. Especially with the expansion they do on what happened during the Dawn of Quirks, and just how Dark and Brutal the MHA World can actually get when you think about the information we are given about it in Canon.

And the big one for me, for Legend of Zelda: BOTW it was Luminous. This is a huge one because I actually cried when I read it, the character writing, emotional beats, headcanons, and more are all just absolutely incredible and kept me on the edge of my seat every single chapter until it finished. The scenes with the Champions and Mipha, the flashbacks, the Yiga Clan, the OC's, and character expansions, and so much more. I cannot wait for the sequel and prequel series that are in the works.

Any fics like that for you? (Also any recs?)

[honeyhoshi]

scarlet, starlet pt. 1

summary: mingyu intends to make his girlfriend's wishes come true — all of them.

this a part of the man of the match universe

genre: professional football (soccer) mingyu, idol oc, porn with a little plot

wordcount: 3,251

pairing: mingyu x afab!reader

warnings: DDlg kink, d/s themes, both parties are safe, sane, and consenting adults, afab reader, lots of mentions of female anatomy, reader is implied to be significantly smaller than mingyu, making out, dry humping, finger sucking, fingering, squirting, huge mingyu, big dick gyu (canon), slight cum play, cum eating, exhibitionism, unprotected sex (pls dont do it, its not worth it), spit kink (bec i wrote it), creampie (also bec i wrote it), size kink go bbrrrr, bulge kink, dirty talk

author's notes: yet another work written for my lovely @madeforgyu! this is just part 1 of her birthday gift and is a part of the universe we have lovingly poured soooo much time and effort in. wuv u and all of that!

The excitement that comes with a new album and a comeback sometimes gets lost in just how complicated AM♡RE’s schedule has become. In between having to do pre-recording as a whole team, music shows would request certain members to be part of other variety segments which allowed other members to rest or even take on other schedules.

This led to fussy 4AM pre-recording sessions then running back to the company office to film overseas interviews and just napping during the car rides to and from one venue or another.  By the time the whole team made it back to the KBS building for the live broadcast, the only thing fueling you was adrenaline and obligation. It’s a so-so way of celebrating your twenty-fourth birthday.

You try to shake it out of your system when you think of the cute pink drink truck that was parked by the entrance to the studio that your fans were enjoying. You think it could be a lot worse because you did catch a glimpse of the many birthday ads all over Seoul as you moved from one location to another.

But still, it could be better too.

With all the last minute activities and schedules being fit into every free moment you had in the past few weeks, it had been difficult to really set any celebration plans into stone with your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend.

A pout makes itself present on your face the second you start thinking of him. Having Mingyu around would make everything that wasn’t ideal about your birthday just simply melt away.

At this point, a message from him would suffice. You’re no stranger to receiving and sending messages at odd times but after Mingyu’s good morning message, all your other texts had gone unread.

You’re wracking your head if he had mentioned anything scheduled today but you come up with nothing because you can clearly remember that he said he was taking the entire day off to celebrate with you.

The thought sticks even as you’re being ushered on stage and you only really snap out of it as you find yourself in front of the crowd, the rest of your members bowing and waving before you have to take your starting positions.

You shake it off, thinking instead of how you’re sure a message from Mingyu will greet you the moment you step off stage.

You’re greeted by something far better than a text message when the music cuts and you’re trying to catch your breath.

A large smile is still plastered on your face as the thrill and joy of performing courses through you. The cheers fill you with warmth and satisfaction, hoping that you had given a good performance for the live show’s crowd, but a voice cuts through the usual noise of fans.

There’s a booming voice coming from the side stage and a “That’s my girl!” that sets every nerve on your body aflame in embarrassment and pride in equal measures.

It’s your boyfriend.

It’s Mingyu.

A bright smile splits your face and you can’t help the flush that paints your face pink as the rest of your members turn to see the afternoon’s special guest. With everyone on stage giggling and whispering amongst themselves with their lapels turned away from their mouths, even the crowd was starting to realize that something out of the norm was going on.

You make your goodbyes quick, giving deep bows of appreciation, but the excitement coursing through your body can’t be contained.

Once your leader has deemed you polite enough, offering you a sympathetic smile and nodding towards the general direction of the backstage area, you can’t move fast enough.

You briskly walk towards Mingyu who, despite his effort at dressing to be discreet, is still the most eye-catching person in the room. Standing tall and proud in the hustle and bustle of the music show staff is the top scorer of the Cheongdam Diamonds, offering you the most wicked grin.

There are so many eyes around you. Looks of jealousy, resentment, and also awe are no longer strange when either you or Mingyu are in the room. Having both of you present just meant all of the above, but a hundredfold. None of that matters to you at all when you let out a squeal and jump into his arms.

You don’t care. You’ve stopped caring. Let them see.

You can no longer count how many bad ideas have become good ones when Mingyu whispers them into your ear. You can’t even remember a time you’ve said no to him and his clever ideas. Not that you ever would really, especially when Mingyu always makes it worth your time.

 It starts innocently enough, as it always does with you and Mingyu.

The second you managed to drag him into your dressing room, locking the door behind him, you had peppered his face and mouth with as many kisses as you could as he giggled and whispered birthday greetings every time your lips parted.

In no time, Mingyu had managed to wrap your legs around his waist and was guiding you as you slowly rocked your hips down onto his. The friction was so delicious even through all the layers of your stage costume but you knew that this would hardly suffice for either of you.

“I fucking hate these shorts,” Mingyu says with a grimace as his hands find their way to your ass, upset to find the layer of your safety shorts standing in his way.

Mingyu has always hated it when he would reach down and find your smooth skin covered with a seemingly offensive piece of clothing. On most days you barely wore any underwear around the house, just the way he likes it.

You love the little look of annoyance in his face and trace the lines of his eyebrows as you sit pretty on his lap, “They’re there to protect me.”

Mingyu can only snort at that.

You roll your eyes playfully, “Imagine if we stopped wearing these, then everyone would see what’s yours, Daddy.”

You feel his frown relax underneath your finger, “We can’t have that now, can we?”

“Nuh-uh,” You answer, allowing Mingyu to guide your hips. Even through the stupid safety shorts you could feel how his cock was pressing against the zipper of his jeans and Mingyu always knew how to find the cleft of your center to ensure that you were grinding your clit onto him.

“Why’s that?” He whispers against your lips, tongue flicking out to lick at your upper lip for just a split second.

You bite your tongue at the pleasure slowly building up between your legs and how he’s teasing you with his tongue, “Because this is yours.”

He makes a face of faux confusion before asking, “What exactly is mine?”

“This pussy.”

“Good girl.”

In no time, Mingyu has you strip for him and you stand before him, completely devoid of your costume. In the back of your head you can already imagine the frustration of the staff member assigned to assist you with getting fully dressed again, but the look Mingyu gives you has you pushing the thought away.

He’s sprawled on the couch as if he owned it and you’re dying to fall to your knees between his spread legs, but the second you move to do so, Mingyu grabs your wrist to stop you.

“It’s my sweet girl’s birthday today, so we’ll do all the stuff you like,” He says, standing up and crowding you against the counters littered with different makeup brushes and pots of eyeshadow and powder puffs.

“But I want to suck your cock,” You state as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Mingyu chuckles and you meet his eyes. You’re entranced.

“I know you do, love. But I don’t want you to bruise your knees when I’m dressing you back in that little skirt.”

He has a point and you frown, “How about tonight?”

He smiles as he brings three fingers up to your mouth, “Okay, I’ll even let you choke on it. Now suck on Dad’s fingers, get them nice and messy.”

You immediately let your mouth fall open and start to lap at the three fingers Mingyu offers you, savoring the salt of his skin and the rough pads of his fingers. If you tried hard enough you could pretend they were his cock, hard and smooth and so so delicious. Your little daydream has you salivating in no time, coating Mingyu’s fingers and lubricating them enough for what he’s no doubt about to do to you.

“Look at that little mouth go,” He marvels, “So small, three fingers can barely fit. Are you sure you can suck my cock?”

You’re shaken from your thoughts and immediately a look of distress spreads on your face, “Yes, it can fit! I can make it fit. You’ll make it fit, won’t you?”

Mingyu’s fingers are barely out of your mouth as you try to convince him. The look on your face makes Mingyu smile. It’s horrible and mean and you love it so much.

“Yeah, I’ll make it fit. I’ll make sure my baby will take it.”

You preen at the promise and wait in anticipation as he pulls his hands away from your lips and pressing his mouth against yours.

This kiss was not exactly a typical one. Instead of pressing your lips together, Mingyu licks into your mouth, his tongue bullying its way inside and pushing your own tongue out of the way. He runs this tongue against the roof of your mouth and against your teeth until you slowly start to press your tongue against his.

You groan in relief as he finally eases up to kiss you properly but tense up when you feel one of his hands grab at your left thigh to lift it up and prop it up on the counter. This position has you spread wide open for him. He loves it when he can see all of you.

The slick that’s been gathering between your folds is surely visible in this position and it makes you clench around nothing as Mingyu pulls away to survey you in this position.

“So so pretty,” He whispers underneath his breath, not even to you, just to himself, “Going to destroy this tiny pussy.”

That’s as much warning as you get before he presses two fingers into you at once.

Mingyu is bigger than most men in all aspects. He’s tall and broad, having put in so much time to get his physique to where it is now. His sheer size followed everywhere else. His fingers were long and thick and the press of two into your core has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Whether it was his cock or his fingers, you knew to always expect a stretch. And you loved it.

“Sooo good, Daddy,” is all you can muster as Mingyu sets a punishing pace that has you trembling in his arms in no time.

Each curl of his fingers sent a jolt down your spine that had you inching closer to the edge despite how Mingyu had just started.

“My pussy is taking two fingers so well,” He says, “I think three would be even better.”

You hate that he pulls his fingers out but you’re immediately placated when he brings the two fingers to his mouth to suck your slick off of them.

He makes a noise of delight before removing his fingers and leaning down. For a second you think he’s going to eat you out but instead Mingyu spits out the saliva and slick he’s collected in his mouth and lets it drip down from your clit. 

He moves back to take in the absolutely debauched state of your pussy, smiling to himself, pleased at how messy he’s gotten you, before spreading the wetness with his soiled fingers.

“Are you ready for three, little girl?” He asks, almost mocking. You preen at the nickname and at the promise of the stretch of three fingers inside of you.

Even with the preparation he had given you, he punches a deep exhale from you and he pushes three fingers. The fit is so tight that you can feel how the rough pads of his fingers are. He always did refuse to wear gloves when he lifted weights. Now you want to thank him for it, because the friction inside you makes you want to scream.

It doesn’t help how slowly he’s going either. He’s relishing in how your walls wrap around his fingers, how you tighten up when he slips in a little further. And when he crooks his fingers just right, he can feel how you’re getting just a little bit wetter, slicker.

“You take me so good,” He whispers against your lips, so close it's almost a kiss.

You’re breathless though, mouth slightly ajar, waiting for his tongue to slither between your lips. He doesn’t make a move though aside from a cocky smirk and an arched brow.

Mingyu lets his fingers continue on with their noble job of getting you closer and closer to the edge. Each push and pull of his digits inside you set your nerves alight, but the delicate movement of his right hands make you want to die.

Even as he’s coaxing and orgasm with three fingers on his left hand, the fingers on his right are tracing delicate swirls and unrecognizable patterns along your inner thigh. Every now and then they’d go higher, just by the lips of your pussy.

The pace is much too slow for your liking and you’re worried that your absence would start to seem suspicious. You weren’t at Mingyu’s training center where everything is kept under lock and key with a very well written NDA. You were at Music Bank where staff members were nosy and there was surely another girl group member roaming the halls, praying for your downfall.

“Daddy, faster,” Is all you can manage in between kisses on Mingyu’s jawline, licking a stripe to taste the salt of his sweat and that underlying tinge of just him.

You don’t expect his free hand to come and grip the underside of your jaw, his fingers long enough to reach both sides of your cheeks. He applies just the right pressure to squeeze your cheeks and force your lips into a pucker.

It would be cute if not for the look on Mingyu’s face.

“This is a birthday gift, angel. Be good while I give it to you, hmm?” He says as he begins to pick up the pace.

In no time the pace is punishing, the only thing slowing Mingyu down is how each push of his fingers back inside of you required a stretch and each time your walls made space for him inside you, you let out a little whimper.

When Mingyu presses his thumb against your clit, adding to the already intense pleasure, you can barely keep it together. In no time you feel the telltale signs of an inevitable orgasm.

No matter the method, every single orgasm Mingyu has ever given you was mind blowing, and this would be no exception. You feel the wetness dripping down your ass before you’re comprehending what exactly has happened, having difficulty in processing the immense pleasure coursing through you, your eyes slipping shut at the feeling of cumming all over Mingyu’s fingers.

Your walls tighten around him, even as you spill into his open palm and he continues to push in and out, droplets falling to the floor beneath you and between his feet.

Mingyu’s eyes are fixed on your entrance as he keeps you filled, pleased with how stretched out you are, ready for him to just slip in.

He pulls his fingers out only to move them to cover your clit, gently rubbing, keeping you on the precipice of pleasure, not allowing you a moment to come back to Earth. You’re in that heady space only he take you.

“Eyes open, baby. Watch daddy fuck his cock into you,” Mingyu says with a light slap to your face.

He moves and lifts your other leg up, maneuvering your hands that are wrapped around him to hold yourself open, keeping you fully spread open and seated on the dressing room counter.

Mingyu grasps his cock and gives himself one, two, three pumps to ease the initial need for friction, before he taps the now leaking tip against your clit. A pearlescent drop of precum falls on the hood of your clit and you watch, helpless as he harshly swipes at it with his thumb.

You hiss at rough handling but are immediately silenced when he brings the thumb up and shoves it into your mouth. He presses down on your tongue as if to wipe the cum off his finger. 

He grabs a fistful of the hair at the nape of your neck and smashes your mouths together. You love the way even his mouth seems to hold dominance over your own. The movements, no matter how unruly, are still just the right thing to get you going once more.

“We taste so good together, huh?” He whispers after fucking your mouth with his tongue. He pulls away slightly and lolls out his tongue to let a thick wad of spit fall from his lips down to your center.

The impact of the warm liquid has your gaping hole clenching around nothing.

It pleases Mingyu so much that he forgoes all the other teasing he initially had in mind and just guides the head of his cock to sop up the spit on your pussy before pushing in to the hilt in one thrust.

The blissed out sigh that you let out set him on fire.

Gone is the idea of long, languid strokes to stoke the fire in your belly. Instead he goes with a punishing pace that has high pitched cries slipping from your mouth.

His hands find the thickness of your ass to keep you in place, his hips doing all the work of rearranging your guts. In this angle and position, he can see how the head of his cock bulges in your abdomen slightly. It if was possible, he would have gotten harder.

Having already been so sensitive from hardly being able to come down from your first orgasm, Mingyu’s actions had you reeling into your second one in no time.

“My princess deserves to come already,” Mingyu says, slightly breathless, leaning his forehead on yours “Dad wants this pussy to never let him go.”

You nod in agreement, “It's yours forever. I love you.”

It almost seems pathetic for him to cum at those words, but it's a spectacular orgasm as he pulls out until only the head of his cock is inside you before he slams his hips flush to yours and letting himself flood your pussy with his cum.

You’re delirious as he keeps you steady,  pulling out so slowly to make sure you keep every single drop of him inside of you.

“Keep it in until you get home,” He says, “I want to slip right in the second you get through the door and still feel me inside you.”

You press your lips to his once, twice, and a third one for good measure before nodding excitedly.

“It’s your gift to me. I won’t let a single drop go to waste.”

remy @ahreumtouch • may 8 GUYS I JUST READ THE CUTEST FAN ACCT FROM TODAY'S MUBANK WTFFFF

remy @ahreumtouch • may 8 There's a special guest at today's live performance!! After the Midas Touch recording there was a really loud and DEEP cheeer coming from backstage. The members were all looking to see who it was ijbol!!

remy @ahreumtouch • may 8 Ahreum was so happy when she figured out who it was that after bowing and greeting fans she left the stage but her mic was still on!!

huhu our baby was probably so happy and giggly as she always is! the op of the fan acct thinks its Mingyu!!

thank you Mingyu for loving and taking care of our precious Ahreum! 🥹🫧🩷

remy @ahreumtouch • may 8 CONFIRMED WTFFFFF 😭😭😭 Mingyu was seen leaving Music Bank today!!

SIR U R A FOOTBALLER U HAVE NO REASON TO BE AT MUSIC BANK IF NOT FOR UR IDOL GF!!

[becausebuckley]

michelle's buddie fic recs: week 51!

almost the last fic rec list of the year, can you believe it? like last week, i haven't cross-referenced this list with previous ones, so apologies for any potential double recs!

this is a mix of fics with all ratings, so some include NSFW content. please take a look at both the ratings and the fic tags before reading! some might also contain spoilers for season 8.

if you come across something you like in this list, remember to show some love to the author by leaving kudos and a comment!

before the night fades | MilenaDaniels/@milenadaniels| 8.6k | T

EddieAna and BuckTaylor double date and it ruins everyone's night. this fic is one of my favourite outsider povs ever! it does such a wonderful job of capturing our 911 characters as well as fleshing out a lovely cast of ocs <3

chicken alfredo | EiraLloyd/@unlifeira | 4.6k | T

when Helena laughs at the idea that her son is now able to cook well, Buck ropes Eddie into proving her otherwise. this captures the buddie dynamic so so well <3 also made me hungry lol

do you want me (or do you want me dead) | carpediaz/@sofa-king-lame | 2.3k | T

The one where Buck finds out Eddie wears reading glasses and loses his fucking mind over them, and Eddie knows exactly what he's doing. eddie in reading glasses is a VISION holy shit buck is so relatable in this. i love the silly fun!!

emails i can't send | heartbeatdiaz/@lonelychicago | 6k | T

buck should've known better than to let his email account open and then give his computer to a toddler to play with. i love love love the formatting of this one, with the emails and everything <3 so so good!! they're just french angelfish <3

i took a little journey to the unknown | 42hrb/@exhuastedpigeon | 4.3k | T

“I-it’s okay, you don’t have to talk,” Buck says and the comforting warmth is back on Eddie’s hand. The only thought that rings clearly through his head is that Buck’s hand is safe. Buck is going to keep him safe. “Just - can you squeeze my hand if you’re awake?” this is just such a lovely fic. i love the character study elements and the hand holding and just <3

in the dark (with the stars) | tawaifeddiediaz/@aashiqeddiediaz | 13k | M

Eddie’s relationship with food, anxiety and cooking, as told through the past and present. eddie's relationship with food in both canon and fanon is absolutely fascinating to me. i loved this take on it so much <3

last first kiss | songbvrd/@songbvrd | 3.4k | GA

Buck tries to say goodbye. Eddie isn't ready. frankly i think the best promo i can give this fic is exactly what i said in my comment here, which is "tim minear better be taking notes" because wow it's just that good <3

lucky boy | serenelystrange/@serenelystrange | 1.9k | T

In which Buck and Eddie are so bad at being in a secret relationship, but instead of show-typical angst, fluff! secret relationship buddie, the gift that keeps on giving <3 exactly the fic i needed on a cold early bus ride this week!!

platonic co-parents don't kiss like we do | thelikesofus/@thelikesofus | 7.1k | M

5 times other people see Buck and Eddie kiss + 1 time they really mean it. i love love love all these different types of kisses <3 the loveliest buddie fic from the perspective of the firefam!!

take what the water gave me | Daisies_and_Briars/@cal-daisies-and-briars | 20.7k | M

New transfer to the 118, Eddie Diaz, has a secret. And upon getting to know his coworker, Buck, who is also hiding something, he begins to suspect their secret is the same. He's wrong. i've been devouring every little snippet of this fic i've seen on tumblr and i was so so excited to see the full thing land in my inbox! and wow did it not disappoint. such great worldbuilding and such a fantastic characterisation of eddie <3

the bunkroom fic | exvichan | 11.5k | T

The Station 118 bunkroom has witnessed a lot over the years. Private conversations, spats, occasions of affection, joy, and anguish. It’s seen pranks, and games, and camaraderie. It’s even been privy to an unfolding love story or two. It holds the memory of each of these moments. the 118 bunkroom my beloved <3 i love these little moments so much, especially the conversations between the firefam!!

the wayward son | brewrosemilk/@gayhoediaz | 56.9k | E

Eddie misses his son, grows a mustache, pines after his best friend, and becomes a regular at a gay sex club. That last part is either an indulgence or an inevitable, somewhat self-destructive conclusion to several decades worth of compulsory heterosexuality and catholic guilt. Don’t ask him which. i can't even capture the vibe of this fic in just a few lines but holy shit is it brilliant. the most incredibly writing, great characterisation, and also just very hot stuff. an immediate bookmark and new favourite!

[moxanji-real]

💖Introduction 💖

To my non sharing Sanji doubles..

Don’t scroll, just block now! Please and thank you! It’s better this way! Trust. I don’t wanna see your content and you don’t wanna see mine. 👍🏻

Strawpage

Banner arts are made by grubcakes

Before you interact PLEASE remember OP is very uncomfortable with NSFW. No NSFW jokes on OP’s posts or NSFW dm’s. Please respect OP’s BOUNDARIES.

Hi there! Welcome to my blog! I’m probably the most dedicated Sanji selfshipper you’ll ever come across. This space is entirely centered around my relationship with Sanji, so thank you for stopping by and checking it out!

💖Hello I’m Moxie. You can also refer to me as Fork. (I use the name as my self insert cause I kin her) I’m an 18 year old bisexual lady thingy. I have a slight personality disorder so if you see me texting in a tone that is different or acting in a way that is different, it’s NORMAL. I just can’t really decide on my personality somedays XD.

💖This entire blog is a self ship blog. I kin my one piece self insert and will often “pretend” to be her and talk like I am her. I ship Moxie with Sanji from One Piece and consider myself a yumejoshi, selfshipper, oc x canoner and fictosexual. I’m in LOVE with Sanji and consider him my soulmate to put it simply. And yes, I am caught up on One Piece in case you’re asking.

💖My blog is 100% SFW! I don’t do NSFW! I’m too shy to post that stuff. Also I won’t be reblogging nsfw too! Minors of all ages you’re free to interact! Just don’t make any… sexual comments/jokes please and thank you. The same rule applies to adults too! That’s my only big rule! I prefer wholesome shit on my blog! 😤💞

💖Asks are open. I have a lot of lore of Sanji and my One Piece self insert. Keep in mind my One Piece self insert isn’t me irl but I do kin her. That's why I’m called Moxie.

💖 I’ll only follow back if you have a solid introduction posted. I need to see your f/o list first! I’d prefer to only have self shippers follow me but if you like my content hell idc what you are. I’m just grateful.🤣

💖Sanji is my only f/o and I’m madly in love with him. I’ve shipped with him since I was 8 with my self insert and as years passed I still did. (Obviously I had done a lot of work on my self insert over the years but shhhh) I loved him for more than half my life and I still love him too. I’ve loved him before One Piece became super popular in other countries so I consider myself a true One Piece fan and Sanji lover. Without Sanji I don’t think I’d still be alive, he saved my life, my little hero. :’D💞

💖 I’m autistic as absolute fuck and I LOVEEEEEEE giving people my love and support. I NEED to make others happy- y'all don’t realize! 😤💞

💖If you have a One Piece f/o or if you are just a casual self shipper or do oc x canon please interact with me! Seriously, it would make me so happy!!! I’d love to be your friend! And don’t worry about me not responding, I’ll fucking respond and I’ll respond amazingly too 😩💞. I’m an extrovert! I know… spooky… we don’t see these a lot online lmao.

💖My current hyper fixations are One Piece, The Golden Girls, the Sims 4, Bleach, LPS, Sanders Sides and the X files

💖 I’m an artist, (not a really good one) and I do art trades and draw my self ship. Yes you can ask for an art trade and no I’m not picky on skill.

💖DNI: If you’re a Proshipper who supports incest or pedofillia or beastility. NSFW BLOGS or NSFT ALTS (if you are a sfw account but post nsfw content sometimes that’s fine! I just need tags!) If you’re a Minor who self ships with Sanji or simps for Sanji and posts nsfw content about him etc (Minors themselves can interact but NOT minors who are weird about Sanji.)If you write Sanji x reader fanfiction. If you constantly reblog Sanji x oc/self insert content from other people or the ships Sanji x Zoro, Sanji x Pudding and Sanji x Ace. (If you tag it then I’m fine! I have all ship tags blocked!) ALSO DNI IF YOU SHIP SANJI WITH A NON SHARING SANJI SELFSHIPPER WHO IS NOT ME (because that just creates unnecessary drama)

💖Policy on Doubles: Doubles? Yeah you can interact. Might not support your relationship but you can interact! If you’re comfortable with it give me a Sanji tag to block from your account if he’s not your main f/o. I am NON SHARING with Sanji, however I am very respectful about my relationship with Sanji and other people who have them as their f/o I don’t have any beef with. I’m chill… but however… Oc x Canon with Sanji? I do NOT wanna see it and will block on the spot if I come in contact with Oc x canon art of Sanji if I don’t know you. But if you want to support me you can because I do appreciate the support! (And hell, I’ll be willing to support your other ships. Just not the Sanji one unless I feel comfortable maybe to make an exception. But the possibility is rare Xd)

💖 Sanji and Moxie’s self ship tag name is Moxanji and all Moxanji related content will be tagged (some other tags I use are “Moxie rambles I guess” and “Moxie simping for her own man” )

⚠️Also before you engage with me.. if I ever do even the slightest thing wrong. Please nicely confront me about it. I prefer confrontation over random blocking. I’m 18! I’m still young! Let me know what I did wrong so I can change and be a better person. I can’t be a better person if you don’t tell me what’s up and leave me in the dark. Please and thank you!⚠️

Moxanji fanfics

Forever Yours,Stinky Baby

The Touch Starved Firecracker

A Confession I Couldn’t Take Back

Aurai Island: Love, Lizards, and Longing

[kasarasun]

what if I made a thing or it already was that while Airplane wrote the world, Peerless Cucumber illustrated it (only the animals. And Binghe, fighting the animals.) And then then then

He'd totally do it on an alt account, right?? Peerless Cucumber can't be seen making fanart!! (And he's good at it. Like, wiki is using his art in the monsters and beasts pages (that Peerless Cucumber volleyed for. He also separated it from the plant section.) Because 1 its good 2 the artstyle is consistent 3 there isn't a lot of monster official art, other than that one with the black moon rhinoceros python and those other ones and 4 it's really that good)

Haha incomprehensible parenthesis nesting aside, Airplane is watching the forums, right? Not sure about other stuff in canon but he looks at the forums and the fanart and the fiction and most of it is probably corn and binghe and just a little bit of mobei-jun and also the wives tm but!! There's also that guy!!! The monsters guy!! (People would probably suspect 'Drawing the Beast's Ire'- or some other sex euphemism I'm not good at making those- of being Peerless Cucumber because 1 the writing style is the same 2 Peerless Cucumber is the number 1 contributor to the PIDW wiki and a lot of it is the monsters and beasts section and it makes sense, yes??) Anyway, Airplane shooting towards the sky suspects but not too seriously suspects Mr ire of being cucumber's fanart alt but uh uh that ends pre-transmigration section

So, Shen Yuan starts running about, right? Things seem really... familiar, maybe thats the word?- for some reason. This is because every animal and plant he's ever drawn, sketched- maybe even thought about but that's a stretch?- is his design. The firefly parallels hold their forelimbs like butterflies. That is how far down it goes. Maybe it doesn't come up until later, but beasts and monsters from fanfiction get involved, oc species, too... anyway,

Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky transmigrates 30 years (iirc) before Peerless Cucumber. He was an avid enough follower of Drawing the Beast's Ire to recognize that these are their designs! Here's where it gets really crazy. Xiao-Mobei comes along, and while he's still pretty young, Airplane can tell that this is Drawing Ire's design! Some aspect, maybe his ears or teeth, (this isn't a well built theoretical tangent) of Mobei isnt canon. Its Drawing Ire's. From that one Northern Kingdom collection. Whatever stretched his world building into coherence, completion, didn't just pull from fanwork, official art, whatever it could find, it went for Drawing the Beast's Ire's designs specifically. Damn that's crazy Airplane ahahaha moving on,

This is getting really long so I'll be a bit more concise, (want to know more? Talk to me. Please talk to me. I want to interact with the fandom. Ask me questions. Poke your fingers into my cage.) This all comes to head at the Immortal alliance conference. The monsters and beasts really start pouring in! And Shen Qingqiu/Yuan remembers his creations. However, he assumes that this is because like 1 other person maybe was Drawing ghost head spiders.

Hey, Peerless Cucumber really liked the monsters, right? The deadlier, crazier, more intricate, the design the better! So maybe, when he was drawing, he... added some things, really believable, logical additions, really just small creative decisions...

Anyway, the monsters that Drawing the Beast's Ire made were where it came to a head.

Lets have another Canon divergence. Maybe, during or after Binghe gets pushed in, out of the rifts comes a species that Drawing Ire created. It's beautiful, poisonous, beloved, and really quite deadly. Shen Yuan/Qingqiu, Peerless Cucumber, Drawing the Beast's Ire... realizes, quite like airplane before him, that he's illustrated, practically sculpted with his own hands, monsters from the Endless Abyss with claws and teeth and poisons as deadly as Peerless Cucumber thought that the really cool monsters could deserve. It feels like he's the one cutting, biting, poisoning his sweet little sheep. It feels like he's digging out the marrow from his little white lotus disciple's bones.

Ok it is shut up time 👍

[noellefan101]

Nick-Names - Genshin

Characters: Xiao, Scaramouche, Venti, Lyney, Albedo, Kaveh, Thoma, Diluc, Childe, Heizou, Kazuha x GN reader

Warnings: a lot of cheesy and weird nicknames, if you dont like some for a specific char you're welcome to send me your ideas, could be modern au, established relationship

(you can clearly see that i prob put in an OC, so im so sry, but some i just also really head-canon as the "would rather date a loving person than be loving" if you get what i mean)

Summary: both of your pet names for each other, some silly some sweet

Note: you can really tell where i had no ideas for nicknames. and ik i use both 'pet names' and 'nicknames' but im just kinda stupid and didnt care to change stuff when i was already done with it. also i may just have a problem but why does princess sound 10x better than prince, no matter your gender, anyway love youuuu

Xiao

He will always say what is on his mind, and he did the same thing when you brought up using pet names. he wasn't very fond of the idea, and sometimes he still isn't(depending on the situation). but he has gotten used to it more over time, like when you burst open his door and to talk to him while using the most absurd nicknames he´s ever heard of.

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Pet names for you: lovely, qinxing, [shorter version of your name](sry people with short names, i fell ya)

Pet names for him: babe, baby, cutie, dove, birdy, my alatus

Scaramouche

Will never admit he likes being called weird things by you, EVER. if he did then he was drunk and he was totally lying. and that counts with calling you stuff as well, he would rather die than admit he doesn't just call you that bc you wanted him to.

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Pet names for you: idiot, princess/prince, dear

Pet names for him: smoochi, love

Venti

He was probably the one who suggested the idea at first, like two days/weeks (seconds) into your relationship. i also think he already had at least one nickname for you when you were "just friends", in the crushing phase, and has some for all his other friends as well(prob also his teachers if school au, lul).

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Pet names for you: windblume, cecilia, [insert the cheesiest thing you can think of], my love

Pet names for him: venni, my dear, sweetheart, my bard

Lyney

He would be over the moon if you gave him a nickname, and would instantly be looking like a tomato too. would increase its usage by tenfolds if you said you liked one of his nicknames. you cannot stop him even if you somehow got 'Father' involved.

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Pet names for you: babe, mon trésor, mon amour, beautiful

Pet names for him: sweetie, amour, lyn

Albedo

He didn't really see a use for it at first, finding it kind of useless. but sooner or later realized how happy you looked when he had somehow slipped up and called you 'love' when he needed your assistance. and later just didn't bother to stop.

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Pet names for you: love, my cecelia, my dear

Pet names for him: 'bedo, lovely, (my) genius

Kaveh

He LOVES nick-names, probably made one for everyone in the friend group(yk alhaitham, tighnari n cyno), and would be delighted to make some up for you.

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Pet names for you: beloved, lovely

Pet names for him: baby,

Thoma

He really wanted to try using them, yes he calls Ayato and Ayaka my lord and my lady, but its just not the same as calling your lover something sweet. and good luck if you don't like it, he's keeping those names forever.

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Pet names for you: babe, sweetheart, baby, sleepyhead, lovely

Pet names for him: babe, love

Diluc

He honestly wasn't a fan at first, he hated it even. but of course, you being you, insisted on using names for him, and encouraged him to at least try to use some for you. so he kinda got into routine with it.

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Pet names for you: my love, my dear

Pet names for him: dear, red head, love, my hero

Childe

Of course, he would use nick-names and such, he uses nick-names for the traveler and paimon, so of course he would be using such with you. honestly how could he not, especially when you're looking all cute cuddled up in his hoodie.

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Pet names for you: my love, beloved, cupcake

Pet names for him: ginger, ma strong man(only for teasing purposes), hubby

Heizou

He'll almost never call you by your actual name, he didnt even when you two were just friends, only in the most serious of times would he do that. so it was no surprise that when you actually started dating, they could only become sweeter and cheesier as time goes by.

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Pet names for you: princess/prince, baby, beautiful, (my) sunshine

Pet names for him: hei, zou-zou, babe

Kazuha

He loves it bc no matter what you call him he'll be happy. and he makes sure you have "some" as well, and i guess he just can't stop coming up with more, and they're always more cheesy than the last. you don't know how he does it, but maybe its just his poetry skills coming through.

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Pet names for you: dove, (my) love, sweetheart, sweetie, my dear

Pet names for him: kazu, dear

thank u for reading whatever this thing is(totally not a filler bc i habe been working on that streamer au for too long), luv ya-Masterlist

You are welcome to reblog and like any of my posts, but you CAN NOT translate, copy or hate on anybody for liking my posts

[contamination-zone]

warning im a yapper

hello ummm just wanted to say!!! i really like the dynamic you give fresh and nightmare/color with the whole “cat who goes to different houses to get fed twice” thing. nightmare and his weird cat that he has probably locked in a basement a few times. color and this guy he picked off the road because he looks weird and decided he can solve this mess. fresh does not have any strong personal feelings towards either of them.

i very much so like the comic thing where nightmare and ccino were talking about fresh and ccino thought he was a kitten cat,,, no he is not but he acts like one. “he keeps crawling on my lap” that is a grown man get him away!!!! he has a dog cage i think that he is put in sometimes for naughty behavior. he doesn’t really care because he’s allowed his gameboy though. do you think nightmare ever sprays him with water when he does something bad. and this is like a grown adult. what

maybe i just like the trope of dehumanization (bonus if with someone who’s weirdly chill with it like fresh) but whatever,,, your art!!!! it gives me life!!! i very much enjoy the pixely type style and how freak you draw fresh. he’s a fucking creature he is. something is wrong with that guy. and i love him soooo much. so creature. he’s the kind of guy to do that thing where you walk on all fours up the stairs.

AND the way you characterize him is!!!! so good!!!!!!!!! he is so fucked up and weird and terrible and manipulative!!!!!!! he takes advantage of others’ empathy and feelings because he has very little of it himself and whenever he does feel it he does not like it!!!!!!! he looks at a guy with a savior complex and goes yeah i can mentally fuck him up for the next seven months to get something cool i want. he’s just actually terrible and i love him for that.

i also!!! don’t know too much about CB but i feel that fresh’s dynamic with them (him?? i forgor) is very interesting from what i have seen!!!!!! and their shimeji is very cute i still need to download it but i like it a lot :3

OKAY UHHH BYE!!!!! I LIKE UR ART A LOT…… HAVE A GOOD DAY!!!!!! 10/10 fresh posting on your blog love him a lot he is my wife (he feels nothing towards me)

THANK YOU!!! I see you mass reblog things sometimes it makes me giggle :-]

I yammer back...

Glad you like the dynamics haha X] Fresh having very little personal feelings about people is fun and interesting to me. As someone who has trouble connecting and low empathy, its nice to depict someone like me. [Guy interacting with people who are a Lot more invested than he is ghghg]

Fresh would only accept being put in the cage because he can teleport out. Anything like that is only for the Aesthetic, which I think Nightmare would still be down for. Shove that thang into some awful little crate, as a treat. [Honestly I think Fresh would like to get in some nice dog crate with a blankie. Small hide / den thing to nap in :-]]

ALSOOOO dehumanization and freak who doesn't mind is my favorite dynamic <333. Fresh doesn't mind because... he isn't a monster? or a human? And he doesn't have a human/monster centric view of the world. Being seen as a human/monster isn't in anyway important to him, because he doesn't seen it as better/worse. He is the way he is, why does it matter?

Its like, I don't think a cat has very strong opinions on the fact it isn't a man. I also think Fresh is incredibly self-centered and when he's on a high point, sees himself as above humans/monsters. Of course he's not seen as human, he's Fresh! he's a sick-nasty parasite! way cooler. [annnddd way cooler that he gets to eat dog-treats. heck yeah!!]

Also I drew up a little thing with CB and Fresh. Its ahh, I like them a lot I just get nervous speaking about them because its suuuch a oc & canon are besttties that it makes me feel a bit cringe... I also get nervous because CB and Fresh have a very, toxic?? friendship.

Fresh is very possessive and strange about it, because this is his Only friend and he has very dysregulated emotions. Not being able to feel positive emotions often makes it so when he does, he gets very odd about it. So its a lot of... trying to keep CB to himself, at the detriment to CB's goals and ambitions. [CB is trying to track his family down, and Fresh uh. knows. where they are. and is not telling him :-)]

I dunno I think Fresh being genuinely friends with someone but also an awful person about it is like, sorely missing from the fandom landscape. He's a bad person but bad people can still form meaningful relationships and!!! I think that should be explored :-]

[They do eventually get somewhere more healthy. As in, Fresh's whole Thing is revealed, a lot of shinanigans happen, CB lives with his family and Fresh and CB reconnect and become friends again, just with like. Fresh trying actively to do "good person things" to make sure CB's family doesn't shoo him off [I ADOREEE good actions for morally ambiguous reasons!!!], and CB with the understanding that his best friend is Kinda a Freak.]

[mendessi]

things i say when you sleep | chapter four

multi chapter bodhi durran x fem!oc

word count: 5.4k

chapter summary: welcome to threshing

chapter warnings: canon typical violence, light gore (injuries), female rage, mentions of vomiting, mentions of death

AO3 masterlist

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Gratefully, Bodhi decided we could wait until after Threshing to start training, he made it clear I didn't need extra distractions. Liam apologized for ambushing me with Bodhi but he didn't need to and I assured him of that. 

"So long as we get to hang out still," I told him. "I've unfortunately grown quite fond of your company."

"Unfortunately?" A smile played on his lips. "Fortunately for you, I've grown fond of yours." 

Liam was a good friend. It's a strange feeling, to finally have friends. I didn't come in to make any, but I'd become close with some of my squadmates and Liam. I even found myself talking to Violet of all people. She wasn't half bad. 

It's Presentation day and Sawyer and I have made a bet on who can make it up the Gauntlet the fastest. The entire first-year class is currently heading to the cliffside now with a handful of second and third-years who have Gauntlet duty. I don't even feel slightly nervous as we make our way over. 

If Dain Aetos wasn't my Squad Leader, I'd shove him off the cliff just for the way he's been pestering Violet all morning. I've concluded that there's some unanswered romantic tension between them, but Dain is a brown noser who has to follow the Codex to a T or he'll combust. I'd overheard a conversation between the two and Dain is insistent on sending her back to the scribes where she'd intended to be. Not that I'd ever admit to her, but she's annoyingly intelligent and has been getting better in training and deserved to be here just as much as the next person.

"Do you ever grow tired of that?" I ask her before I can stop myself as we join the rest of the squads at the bottom of the Gauntlet. 

"What?" She asks. 

"Dain doing everything he can to keep you from succeeding here." It sounds more harsh than I meant. "Sorry."

"He cares about me," She defends. "We grew up together, he can't help it." 

Ah, that's what it is. I had a feeling. Childhood friends. That sounds familiar. 

I see Liam a couple of squads over and I give him a thumbs-up with a smile. There's not a doubt in my mind that he'll have the fastest Gauntlet time today. He gives me a wave and a thumbs-up and then turns back to face his Squad Leader who seems to be giving an announcement. 

Just about an hour later, it was almost my squad's turn. Painfully watching cadets fall from the Gauntlet had me sick to my stomach so I eventually had to turn away. 

"Cadet Alistair," I turn my head as Bodhi approaches.

"What are you doing here?" I look at him confusedly. 

"I had time between classes and wanted to check on you before you go up," He says.

I see Violet and Rhi turn their heads out of the corner of my eye and shrug my shoulders, "Why?"

"Just making sure you're ready," He nods his head and then turns to look up the cliffside with a deep breath. 

"Sawyer and I are betting on who can make it up the fastest," I say to him. 

"Absolutely not."

"Excuse me?" I cross my arms as I look up at him.

"Take your time," He says sharply, "The last thing I need is you falling off this thing." 

"Bodhi, I don't need you to coddle me. I didn't know that accepting your help would include you hovering," I turn to walk away with a shake of my head but he grabs my arm. 

"Take. Your. Time." He says slowly as I yank my arm away from him. 

Glaring at him, I fall back in line with my squad. 

"What was that about?" Violet asks and she glances back at Bodhi as he walks away from the cliffside. 

"Did you figure out how you're getting up the chimney?" I ask, keeping my eyes straight ahead. 

"Got it." Violet takes my question as her answer. None of your business.

Sawyer beats me by three seconds and I'm not even mad about it. I'm just thrilled that I made it, that he made it. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Xaden subtly sigh with what I can only describe as relief when he writes my time down.

My entire squad makes it. I even got to my knees to scream for Violet as she made it up the last stretch of the Gauntlet. She did it, not the traditional way but she still made it.  Annoyingly smart, that girl. We place eleventh which isn't terrible and I even congratulate Liam on his Gauntlet patch. Of course, he was the quickest. 

The nerves begin to build when it's almost my squad's turn to parade ourselves for the dragons. As we're waiting, it all becomes so real. I'd forgotten why I had been here at Basgiath. All of the sparring, the Gauntlet sessions, they were leading to this. Dragons. It was so easy to forget, so easy to lose the concept that in two days, I was due to try and bond with one.

Zihnal, be with me. 

Luca and Tynan do nothing but fuel my anxiety as we walk spaced apart in a single file. I'd never liked them since the day we were placed in Second Squad together. They might be the two most insufferable people I'd ever met. It was beyond me how two people could be so arrogant when they hadn't even bonded yet.

As we walk, I do my best to not look at any dragons as we pass, but I do my best to carry on a conversation with Ridoc. Apparently, this helps the dragons get a feel for our character. 

"What did the XO want?" He asks over his shoulder. I keep my eyes on the stone in front of me, trying to ignore the grating voice of Luca. "Thought you guys weren't cool after you sparred." 

"I'd love to know what he wanted too," I say honestly. 

As we make our way further down the path, my ears start to ring. I can't help but look up to see if anyone else has noticed, but Ridoc is now engaged in conversation with Luca who won't shut up. Conversation may not be the right word, probably more like getting on to her for being such a bully. 

I turn my head and my eyes unintentionally meet with the golden eyes of a red dragon. Please don't kill me. From what I remember, reds have the worst temper and you should never look them in the eye. I'm too scared to look away for fear of what will happen once my eyes are off it. The dragon blinks and I swear nods at me and my ears stop ringing. My head snaps at the sound of the commotion in front of me and my jaw drops when I realize there's a pile of ash where I had last seen Luca. 

Two days later I'm awkwardly patting Ridoc's back as he throws up everything he ate this morning. I don't know if it's from nerves or if what he ate was bad, but this should certainly be Violet patting his back not me. I don't think I ever learned how to comfort people, especially when sick. 

When he stands up, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and then pats my shoulder. I grimace and then make my way to Rhiannon and Violet.

"Dain lost his vote when he tried to talk you into leaving," Rhi says and I nod, adjusting the sheath wrapped around my thigh. 

"I'm with Rhi," I agree. 

"You don't even know what we're talking about, you just don't like Dain," Violet counters, and a smile spreads across my face.

"Correct."

Rhi snickers, putting a hand over her mouth earning a glare from Violet, "What? I don't have anything against Dain. I just- okay, I'll stop talking." 

As I look around at all of the first years, I take a deep breath in through my nose. Everything changes for each of us by the end of today. We'll either bond or not. My eyes land on Bodhi and I have to double-take because I almost missed him.

He nods his head and I sigh and walk to him.

"What do you want?" I ask. 

"We'll start training tomorrow," He says. "Xaden will be observing in the valley." 

Surely, Bodhi knows that just because Xaden is allowed to observe doesn't mean it will benefit me in the slightest.

"You had to tell me this right now?" I scoff, crossing my arms. "That's if I even make it." 

"You will." He assures me. 

"Anything can happen. You don't know that," I retort. 

"I know things you don't," Bodhi replies, and my eye twitches. "You'll make it." 

"Whatever, Bodhi." I turn to walk away. I'm almost back to my squad when he calls my name. I look over my shoulder, not slowing my steps. "Good luck!"

Hours have passed since I split up from my squad and I'm half convinced that my dragon is not in this valley. I watch as dragons and their newly bonded cadets fly overhead underneath the pink and blue canvas of the sky. A break was all I wanted, so I stand and readjust the medium-sized dagger that hangs off my hip. It's too long to fit into the sheaths on my ribs and thigh, but not long enough to be carried on my back. I earned it in a challenge against a first-year from Second Wing in the third week of challenges and it's one of my favorites. It's not important where she got it from, but I almost wish I knew. The hilt of it is beautifully crafted and I know at some point it hummed with power due to the Tyrrish rune in the handle. It reminds me of home. 

The sound of rustling in the trees stops me in my tracks and I look at the reflection of the water to see if I can tell where it came from. I wait for a moment but it remains quiet until my ears start ringing like they had at Presentation. It's subtle, but it's undeniable. Turning to my left, I take a few steps and it gets quieter so I test a theory and walk the other way. It gets louder. 

Maybe this is it. I keep my hand on the dagger at my hip as I make my way through the trees. The ringing steadily grows louder and louder as I pass through another clearing and my breath hitches. A large Red Swordtail sits against the treeline and the ringing is at an all-time high, so loud that it feels like my eardrums will burst. It feels like a thread is tied to my sternum, pulling me slowly towards the dragon and I follow the demand. My shoe snaps a tree branch and the dragon's head turns to me quickly, barring its teeth. Its golden eyes survey me and its teeth disappear. Is this it?

Both of our heads turn at the sound of rustling coming from the other side of the clearing. A group of three-first years step out of the clearing and their eyes land on me. The dragon bares its teeth at them.

"This one's mine, back off," The one in front says. He has blond hair and is the tallest of them all, but the other blond behind him has more muscle, just shorter.  I'm taken aback and I almost turn to walk away, but the thread is still tugging lightly. The stocky blond behind him whispers something in his ear and something that looks like realization flashes across his eyes. 

"'The Rageful One', they call her," The brunette with slanted eyes behind him says, loud enough for me to hear. I've heard rumors of a nickname but no one has ever said it to my face. Rageful one? They couldn't come up with something better?

I place one hand on my hip and hold my other hand out looking at my nails mindlessly, "Could've sworn I heard Kaori say not to travel in groups." 

"It seems like you're the one with the disadvantage. Three against one doesn't seem like the odds are in your favor," The one in the front says.

"You should ask your friends if that's a theory you're willing to test," I look up from my nails and innocently smile. His pals clearly know of me, yet I don't know a single one of them. 

By good luck, there'd been a handful of times that I allowed Ridoc and Liam both to simultaneously spar with me. I managed to get both of them on their backs the last time we practiced, but it only happened once. I don't know these first-years, nor do I know their capability in a fight. What I do know is that Liam and I are top of our year, so they can't be that good. Let me not get ahead of myself.

He keeps his eyes on me, listening intently as his friends whisper things in his ear. I slowly wrap my fingers around the daggers on my hip and one on my ribs. I examine them the best I can from this distance. None of them have a rebellion relic, so it's not like we'll be connecting over that. They all have height and strength on me but I'm agile and quick. With a nod of his head, I know his friends have convinced him. 

"Just kill her Fionn," The brunette says and my heart skips a beat. Are they really going to outnumber me so their friend can have this dragon, my dragon? 

That must've been the final push that Fionn needed because he starts advancing on me. I opt for the shorter daggers on my ribs and unsheath them as they all three start advancing on me. Fionn pulls a longsword from his back and I take a deep breath my focus zoning in. If only Bodhi and I had gotten to work on control before today. 

Control it.

Fionn is the first to approach me with a heavy swing of his sword. I pull back, gasping as I feel the wind from the swing against my chest. While he pulls back, I lunge forward slicing into his arm.

"Allan, go left!" The stocky blond shouts as Fionn screams out. He swings his sword again, but I'm close enough to slip under his arm. I slam my elbow into his nose and he stumbles backwards. I turn to my left where I know Allan will be and throw a dagger that lands in his thigh. I march towards him as he hits the ground, grab him by his hair, and connect his face to my knee with a scream. He falls to the ground, limp and I'm grateful to have at least one of them knocked out. 

I turn around to see Fionn and the other blond glance at each other, silently making decisions on how to finish this. This isn't the sparring mat, if I don't win, I'll die.

I'm not here because I have to be, I'm here because I want to be.

I want to bond with this red dragon watching this entire encounter. I want to make it back to the flight field and see that my squad lives. I want to go through Squad Battles and War Games and I want to live. All the way to graduation.

Pulling the medium sword from my hip, my vision reddens at the edges. I tighten my grip on the sword as my hands start to shake. 

Relax. Control it. Your anger issues will get you killed.

I wait for them to make the first move. The other blond runs at me and I slip under his hold, turning around and swinging my sword leaving a deep gash across his back, his shirt now held together by a thread. I cry out as Fionn grabs a handful of my hair from behind and slams my back into the ground. My eyes water from the force of which my head hits the ground. He drags me by my hair, as I kick my feet begging for my boots to catch a grip, to where Allan lies on the ground. He yanks my dagger from Allan's thigh and slams it into mine and a scream rips through my throat. 

"That's for Allan," He says through gritted teeth as he crawls on top of me. His hands wrap around my throat and I dig my nails into the skin on his hands. It's no use, he's completely blocked my airway. I will not go out like this again. Fionn won't just suffocate me to the point of passing out like Bodhi, he will kill me. I reach my hands to his face, scratching and clawing at my face but he just slams my head into the ground once and punches me so hard that my nose starts to gush blood. 

Control the situation.

Red filters my sight and my hands shake with rage, maybe fear, I don't know what, but I dig thumbs into his eyes and press with every last ounce of strength I can muster. He releases my throat to rip my hands from his face and just as he's about to reach for my throat again I sink my teeth into his hand and bite. I bite until I feel a chunk of his skin come off in my mouth and I spit it out as he stumbles off of me. 

Air fills my lungs and I gasp as he screams out, "Bitch! She fucking bit me!"

His friend is staring at me, fear strewn across his face. A smile spreads slowly across my lips and I know I'm a sight to see. Blood spills from my nose and I can taste his blood in my mouth on my teeth. 

I don't bother unsheathing a dagger as I move forward on the blond. I want this hand-to-hand. He hesitates on if he should pull his sword and that's all the time I need. I throw a complex combination of punches, landing every single one. He lands a couple but I'm so fueled by rage and adrenaline that I don't even stumble. I hear Fionn's footsteps behind me and I turn quickly, my fist connecting with his jaw. He grabs my wrist and the other blond comes up behind me. I pull a dagger sheathed on Fionn's thigh and slam it anywhere I can. His friend falls to the ground and I return my focus completely to Fionn. 

It's just him and I now. 

"You're fucking crazy," He says my wrist still in his grip. I bring my knee up to his groin and he screams out in pain but doesn't falter. He picks me up like I'm a ragdoll and slams me into the ground. 

"You haven't seen crazy," I say through clenched teeth. 

We scramble around on the ground, each of us trying to grasp for dominance, and I yelp when he pulls a dagger from my ribs and stabs it right through the palm of my hand. It doesn't even hurt, the adrenaline masks the pain.

"It didn't have to be like this," he says as I cry out, "You should've walked away."

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I separate the anger, the rage, all of it, from what is happening at this very moment. This is a matter of survival. Anger won't get me out of this. I need to think.

When I open my eyes, the red is gone from my vision and I lift my hand, nearly gagging at the sight of the blade of the dagger sticking out of both sides of my hand. I'm nearly done removing it when he starts crawling towards me. Both of our adrenaline is wearing off and we're exhausted and injured. It's me or him. As he moves to get on top of me, reaching for my neck again, I think quickly, I have no choice.

"You just don't give up," He says breathlessly. 

"You should've listened to your friends," I hiss.

I press the back of my hand to his stomach and use the other to slam the dagger back through the gaping hole and into his abdomen. His eyes widen and he looks between us pulling my hand away. He rolls off of me and I sit up, moving away from him, holding my hand to my chest. When I watch the life leave his eyes I stand. As I pull the dagger out of my hand I clench my teeth together to stop from screaming.

My dagger falls from my shaky hands and I look around. Allan is stirring, and when I see the other stocky blond my stomach sinks. My dagger had landed in his throat. Blood puddles around him and I'm hit with a wave of nausea. Allan survived but I killed two men today. 

When I turn around the red dragon is directly in front of me. Gods, I hope it was worth it. 

"Am I yours?" I ask, my voice hoarse. 

"I've been waiting for you."

Waiting for me? Was that in my head? 

"I choose you," The Red Swordtail blinks at me and lowers its head. 

Holy fuck. I did it. He waited for me. Now I feel bad to have kept him waiting. The adrenaline is starting to surge again but the world is slowly starting to tilt. I need to get back to the flight field. 

"My name is-"

"I know who you are, Ania Alistair." He says and my eyes widen slightly. "I've waited many years to meet you." 

Huh?

"My last rider was Colonel Alistair, your-"

Grandma.  

But I always thought dragons weren't allowed to bond with direct descendants of their riders. 

"Do not worry about such a matter, you must get back to the flight field." His voice rattles my head and I almost wince. 

Somehow, someway, even being down a hand and with a limp only growing worse by the minute, I successfully mount.

"Gleigealith." I say to the rollkeeper. 

"Seek care now, Ania," Gleigeal says and I don't hesitate. I limp my way over to the small medical station. "It is vital that you do not share you are a descendant of my previous rider."

The adrenaline is far past worn off and I'm feeling every hit I took, my thigh is throbbing with pain and I can't even begin to describe how my hand feels. 

Two men out there are dead because of me. I have to swallow the bile rising in my throat for I don't know what time today. The pain medication they give me starts to take effect quickly and I want nothing more than to get over to the Healers quadrant. 

"Ani!" I barely have the strength to turn my head, but I know it's Bodhi. He's the only person I've let call me that since my brother died. He cups my cheeks, but I can't even look at him. He's looking me over, assessing my injuries. "Who did this, what happened?"

The blood is dried to my skin, theirs and mine both. All over my face and my clothes.

A whimper escapes my lips when he lifts my hand, examining it. "I'm sorry," he says softly. "We'll get you to the healers." 

"Bodhi-" I whisper, finally looking up to meet his eyes. 

"Ania," Xaden approaches us and glances me over once, "She okay?" 

"She's shaken up," Bodhi says on my behalf. I look up at Xaden and a part of me wonders why he's here. 

Xaden puts his hand on my head and I wince, remembering how Fionn had slammed it into the ground. "Sorry, little Alistair. You okay?"

"I killed," I have to swallow again, bile threatening to work its way up my esophagus, "Two men." 

"I'm sorry I wasn't there," Xaden says. "Something else needed my attention." 

I shake my head, gently pushing his hand away, "It doesn't matter." 

It's not like he could've done anything anyway. Nobody is allowed to manipulate Threshing, but a part of me believes that if he had been there, he would've. 

"You did it, Ania," Xaden nods and takes a step back. "Beckett would be proud." 

He and Bodhi share a glance and then Xaden leaves us. 

"Who'd you bond?" He asks as he grabs gauze from the side table and begins to wrap my injured hand. I'm silently hoping that I'll get it mended tonight. 

"Red Swordtail," I say quietly. My throat feels ridiculously dry and my voice is still scratchy. "Is my squad okay?"

"From what I know they're all back," He says and I hiss through my teeth when he grips a part of my hand a little too roughly. "Sorrengail bonded two dragons."

"Two?" I mean to exclaim it, but it barely comes out above a whisper. 

Wow. Of course, Violet bonded two dragons. If it were going to be anyone, it would be her. 

"We'll push training til you feel up for it, okay?" His tone is gentle and I respond with a nod.

The pain medications were doing their job, but now I just struggled to feel any sort of emotion. The idea of training isn't even an unpleasant thought anymore. I almost got killed out there and maybe if I'd taken up Bodhi on training when I first arrived, I wouldn't be so injured right now. 

"You just have to do one more thing and then we'll go to the Healers. Promise." He says helping me stand once he ties off the gauze on my hand. He allows me to lean on him as we walk away from the medical tent and back to the field. 

"You've been too hard on him," Gleigeal says as I stand in front of him. 

"How do you know that?" I ask through my thoughts. I don't quite know how this works, but I'll figure it out.

"I know many things. Now move forward," He says and I oblige. 

General Sorrengail wraps up her speech and then I feel the familiar pain on my back. I'd only felt this once before, the day that my father was executed. The day I got the relic on my arm. I don't even make a sound while others around me cry out. 

Cheers erupt all around and then the field is crowded with riders of all years. I find Bodhi almost immediately and let him drag me to the Healers. 

"You should be celebrating with everyone else," I say to him finally. 

"I'm right where I need to be," He says with a small smile. 

An hour later, I'm released and luckily the celebrations are still going on. Bodhi stayed with me in the Healers quadrant and I was thankful he gave me a hand to squeeze while they stitched me up. The pain meds would stick around for the rest of the night and that I was grateful for. Bodhi leaves me in the bathing chamber so I can wash all the blood and grime off myself before joining the celebrations with the rest of the riders. He promises to see me later.

I'm a rider now.

The realization hits me like a train. I have a fucking dragon. Everything I worked for since July has led to this. 

"Ania!" Rhiannon runs towards me once I'm finally dressed and clean. I left with a split cheekbone and busted lip, but aside from my hand and thigh, I'll just be hideously bruised for a couple of days. 

"Did you bond?" I ask her. I freeze when she wraps her arms around me in a hug. 

"The green I wanted," She nods and I feel another set of arms wrap around me. 

"Not gonna lie, I thought you were dead," I hear Ridoc say behind me. 

When was the last time someone hugged me? I struggle to find the memory, and it takes me a moment but I finally relax and wrap my arms around Rhi. Tears brim my eyes when she and Ridoc pull away.

"You look like shit," Ridoc says as he looks over my face. "Hand?"

"Dagger went straight through," I laugh lightly. "I'll tell you guys tomorrow. I just want to celebrate." 

"Ania," Violet says. She approaches me slowly and we look at each other for a moment. 

"Two dragons, huh?" I smile. 

"Who would've thought?" She laughs and looks me up and down, concern in her eyes. She wraps her arms around me after a second of hesitation and I do the same to her. "I'm glad you're okay."

The person I was when I entered this quadrant is so different from the person I am now—smiling and laughing with my squadmates. I'm a rider. I bonded my grandmother's dragon. 

"Don't repeat that too often," Gleigeal says in my head and I laugh. 

The celebrations continue, but exhaustion has overthrown my body. Ridoc offers to walk me to my dorm. I have a dorm. Having my own space might be my favorite perk of being a rider. He's rambling on and on about his Threshing and I can't help but smile while I listen to him. He has such a good storytelling cadence and doesn't miss a beat between sentences. His Brown Swordtail is named Aotrom and he can tell that they're already going to be a killer team. 

We're almost back to the dorms when I throw myself against a tree, heaving up everything I've fought to hold down since the woods. 

"Whoa, whoa, Ania-" Ridoc is slightly confused as he holds my hair back. 

The parallel makes me laugh when I remember that just this morning I was patting his back while he vomited. 

"It's been a long day," I say to him. 

He throws his arm around my shoulder with a chuckle and a nod, "Yeah, it has." 

Ridoc comes with me into my new room and I smile as I look around, noting that my bag is already set on the floor next to my bed. 

"Isn't it so nice?" Ridoc laughs, falling backward onto my bed. 

I fall backward next to him with a sigh and look up at the ceiling, "I'm just happy to never sleep on those bumpy dormitory beds ever again." 

"I'm sorry you had a bad Threshing," He says. 

"Eh, I don't think Threshing is supposed to be a good thing," I laugh and look over at him. Emotions are heightened tonight, and everyone is overwhelmed with their new bonds. I can't count on two hands how many cadets I've seen leaving the celebrations and going into their new rooms. 

I sit up on my elbow and look down at him, "What?"

"You're a good friend, Ridoc," I say quietly. 

Ridoc is the first friend I made at Basgiath. He's funny and quirky and a ridiculously bad flirt sometimes, but he's here instead of out there with everyone else. He's never judged the relic on my arm, or my decisions to separate myself from everyone else. He's never questioned my intentions behind anything. He just trusts me regardless of my reasons.

I lean down and kiss him before I think if it's a good idea or not. His hand cups my cheek and he kisses me back, pulling me closer to him. We test the waters and the kiss only lasts for a few moments.

We pull away simultaneously and I shake my head with a laugh. "Nope. Not for us." 

"Some things just aren't meant to happen," He cracks up, laughter shaking his chest. "At least we tried." 

"At least we tried," I repeat, crawling under the blanket. After a few moments of silence and staring at the ceiling I sigh, "I killed two men today."

"Hence the vomit?" He asks. 

I nod my head, keeping my eyes on the ceiling, "I didn't have a choice."

"Then I support you," Ridoc says, "Even if you did have a choice, I would support you."

"Would it be absurd of me to ask if you could sleep in here tonight?" I ask him quietly. "If you want to go keep celebrating, I'll be okay." 

He doesn't say another word, he kicks off his boots and crawls under the blanket with me, keeping a respectful distance. 

"Good night," Not even a couple minutes later, his lips are parted and he's snoring softly.

"I don't think the cousins will like this," Gleigeal says distantly. 

"Go to bed."

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