#oh my tagging system is such a mess. damn.

[adieutristana]

nsfw headcanons; arcane women x fem!reader

still new to writing this kinda stuff yall dont kill me. anyways, here's some general headcanons. again, i'm open for nsfw requests, just please read through the new section in my rules post!

summary; general nsfw headcanons with arcane women and their girlfriend.

characters included; jinx, vi, mel, sevika, caitlyn, lest

tags; nsfw, fluff, everything is done consensually, some aftercare (full aftercare headcanons here), fingering, cunnilingus, strap-on use, strap-on referred to as dick, degradation, rough sex, nipple play, light bdsm (sevika, lest), anal (sevika, lest), public (mel), jinx being a brat, vibrator use (jinx, caitlyn) gun play (jinx), period sex mention (jinx), usage of words like ‘slut’ and ‘whore,’ sloppy shit, p in v (lest), dacryphilia (jinx, caitlyn), wax play (lest), breeding kink (vi), orgasm denial (mel, caitlyn), thigh riding (sevika, caitlyn), blowjob (lest), shimmer (jinx, lest)

men and minors dni.

jinx;

✧.* the way i interpreted it at least, what jinx received after the fight on the bridge was a sort of shimmer infusion. she's got that stuff running in her veins, and jinx is basically 50% shimmer at this point.

✧.* i bring this up because the amount of shimmer in jinx's system gives her certain.. perks. such as her stamina being that of twenty women combined, how fast and hard she can go. she'd have fun increasing the speed, fucking you harder and harder while you're a writhing mess beneath her and can only think of the pleasure she's giving you.

✧.* even while receiving, jinx can go all night if she wanted to. she won't, because you're not as energetic as she is and she needs to let you rest (as much as she wishes you could go all night). the girl would be so damn overstimulated, but still, she'll demand that you make her cum again, and again, and again. she can keep going; she can take it.

✧.* a tit girl. she doesn’t care how big or small your boobs are, as long as she gets them in her hands and mouth! it’s probably a result of how damn sensitive her own are- jinx will be whimpering mess just from you pinching her nipples a few times.

✧.* she’s a switch, and what position she takes at what given time is just dependent on her mood. jinx is always unpredictable, always keeping you on your toes. she isn’t much different in bed.

✧.* so fucking noisy, and the dirty talk is downright filthy. it's bad enough that at times, you worry your girlfriend might lose her voice. jinx is very unfiltered in general, so you'd expect no less from her in the bedroom. she sees no point in holding back. you're making her feel good, why should she hide that?

✧.* "oh, fuck! ngh, just like that, you're fucking my pussy soooo good," she'd babble, taking every inch of your strap with impressive resolve. her lips are parted, swollen and red from just how hard she'd kissed you. obscene squelching noises filling the room while you pound into her, her legs pressed to either side of her body. "y'hear it? do you? that's me, fuckin' dripping for you. need your dick, ineeditineediti need it-"

✧.* SIZE QUEEN. jinx is a petite girl, shorter and thinner than most. yet she'd insist on you fucking her and stretching her with dildos that looked monstrous next to her. she's a whiny, squealing mess as you ease each inch into her aching pussy, but she always takes it so well. there's nothing quite like the feeling of being pried open to jinx.

✧.* along with that, she's pretty flexible so you can get creative with positions. she'll let you press your knees to either side of her body, not wincing once or growing tired.

✧.* jinx does enjoy a variety of positions- doggystyle, reverse cowgirl, the like, her favorite positions are any where she can see your face. not only does it give jinx a rush to see your flushed, fucked-out expressions, but it also gives her that sense of connection to be able to look at you while you pleasure each other. she's the type to hold eye contact with you the entire time she eats you out, and to bore her gaze into yours in missionary.

✧.* she'd be riding you, arms wrapped around your chest as you piston the strap into her. she's whimpering and squealing louder and louder with each thrust, but her eyes never would leave yours. you're fucking her at an unforgiving pace, plastic tip kissing her cervix, but she still feels so at ease and cared for.

✧.* i feel like jinx would say 'i love you' at least once every time.

✧.* a munch. jinx loves it when you sit on her face, and she's the type to be downright offended if you don't put your full body weight on her. she'd tug you down by your hips before plunging her tongue deep into you without warning, earning sharp cries from you. every time she hears those noises, her ego grows bigger, and damn. you'd allow her that.

✧.* also loves to eat you out from under her workbench. seeing you in her chair, under her desk, in her space, so willingly submissive to her- it's thrilling to her and she can't quite explain it.

✧.* "fuck yes, toots," she'd grumble, pulling back from your wet heat for just a split seconds. "you taste so damn good. so fuckin' sweet and needy f'me."

✧.* a damn brat when she wants to be. she loves to rile you up, it's like a game to jinx. not so amusing for you when you're trying to fill out paperwork and jinx is groaning, taking your pen from your hand and holding it out of your reach while she tells you to just fuck her already.

✧.* "come on! that stuff is so boring, and here i am, soaked for you," she'd pout, her knees parting more beside you on the couch. "you always have to be so responsible, and it's irritating. you could be putting those hands to better use, but noooo."

✧.* or something along the lines of, “i can’t feel anything! are you sure you’re fucking me? come on, do something!”

✧.* not so mouthy when your face is buried in her cunt, that's for sure.

✧.* very into marking. placing her claim on you. almost every time, without fail, you’ve got a new array of hickeys splayed across your neck, chest, hips, and inner thighs. also very into writing on you, with permanent marker. she’d write ‘JINX’ right above your pubic bone, draw little hearts around your nipples, draw an arrow on your inner thigh pointing to your cunt that reads ‘JINX WAZ HERE!’

✧.* a crier, especially when you overstimulate her and when she orgasms. she gets embarrassed every time and tries to explain it away, but it’s just her body’s way of processing all of those sensations. poor girl can’t hold it in :(

✧.* being with jinx, it's gonna be either her tongue, a strap, or a vibrator pleasuring you, unless you can convince jinx to cut her nails. not likely, since she takes pride in their length. sorry :(

✧.* jinx isn’t afraid to get messy. she’ll be rubbing her sticky cunt against yours, having already squirted twice- her lips swollen from your kisses, thighs and lower stomach covered in sweat and cum. but she just can’t stop grinding against you, it feels so damn right.

✧.* along with that, jinx is definitely into period sex. the first time was a whirlwind, with jinx insisting she doesn’t mind and eating you out anyways. if anything, you being on your period makes jinx want to please you more so that you forget about those pesky cramps.

✧.* squirter, and her juices are tinged pink from the shimmer running through her body.

✧.* oh, you already know the prosthetic finger vibrates. she wouldn’t tell you the first time she used it, just say something like, “i’ve got somethin’ special for ya toots! what is it? well, i can’t say just yet! but you’ll love it. i know you will.”

✧.* the way you gasp as soon as you feel the vibrations against your clit and buck your hips into the metal gives jinx all that she needs.

✧.* definitely into gun play as well. seeing your pussy stretch to accommodate the barrel of her gun, the way your eyes widen and you gasp when her finger brushes over the trigger… oh, it’s art. jinx could fully get addicted to it.

vi;

✧.* A MUNCH.

✧.* it probably sounds far-fetched, but vi could cum just from eating you out. from tasting your sweet juices, the scent of your heat, the way your face contorts in pleasure, the trembling of your thighs in her hands, the obscene noises that spill from your lips, how it feels when you cum in her mouth- vi gets lost in it every single time.

✧.* it gets to a point some nights where you’ll almost have to pry vi’s face from between your legs.

✧.* likes to switch and doesn’t have a preference when it comes to top or bottom. i take her as the type who would do both during most sessions to balance things out, she gets some and you get some!

✧.* dirty talk is crazy when she’s domming, but when vi is subbing she can barely string together a coherent thought, especially not a full sentence. she tries to talk to you, tries to let you know how good you’re feeling, but it comes out more as a choppy string of moans and ‘please’s.

✧.* “oh, that feels so- haaaah, please, mm-”

✧.* vi is strong, stronger than most. meaning she can pick you up, fuck you while holding you up against a wall, or she could use that strength to slam your wrists into the mattress above your head while her free hand works at your heat. the possibilities are endless!

✧.* not necessarily loud, but she doesn’t hold back when it comes to noises either. always some form of grunting, groaning, heaving. or whimpering, when she’s on bottom.

✧.* her tits are so sensitive. she’ll try to act like it’s nothing when your hands brush over her hardened nipples, but oh gods when your lips form a seal over one and you start to swirl your tongue around it, vi loses her mind. she’s threading calloused fingers into your hair, trying to push you impossibly closer to her.

✧.* loves giving strap- she likes to receive too, but she’s more partial to giving when it comes to strap-on usage. it just gives her a rush, being on top of you, making you take her. it’s a bit of a power trip for vi.

✧.* “yeah, fucking take my cock- ngh… such a good girl for me, such a good slut.” she’s a panting mess, pounding into you from behind. your asscheeks are sore from the swats she’s given them, and you can feel vi filling you to the brim with every thrust. yet it’s intoxicating.

✧.* vi is just so smitten with you, she’ll do almost anything if you ask nicely. any position, any toys, any kink you want to try out. she’s a lover girl at heart, and aims to please above all else. all you have to do is say the word.

✧.* due to her sweet nature, vi would be so attentive during rougher sex with you. even as she’s tossing you around, coaxing what must be your fourth or fifth orgasm out of you, calling you pathetic and needy, she’d be looking out for you. one second she’s degrading you, the next she’s asking if you’re okay and if you need a break. additionally, she does internally wince when she talks down to you, though she tries to hide it. she knows you know she doesn’t actually think of you like that, but she does hold back because she can’t bear the thought of going too far with it.

✧.*despite liking to be rough from time to time, especially if she knows that you like it and you ask for it, vi also does enjoy slow, sweet lovemaking to keep things balanced. she likes being able to pleasure you, to worship you, show you exactly how much you mean to her through her touch.

✧.* “shh, baby,” she’d whisper, kissing down the valley between your breasts, towards your sternum and stomach. “i’ll make you feel good. so good. just lay your pretty self back and take it. can you do that for me, love?”

✧.* her favorite positions are probably doggystyle and 69. doggystyle gives her room to manipulate your body, a prime angle to pound into you, room to pull your hair and force you to look back at her while you’re coming undone on her dick. 69 is ideal for eating you out, but you both get off, so it’s even better. she’d be trying to stifle moans while her tongue is lapping at your clit, sending vibrations through your core when she can’t hold back anymore.

✧.* one orgasm is never enough when it comes to vi. she wants to give you more, and more, and more. her hand would be soaked and her fingers beginning to prune from just how much you’ve already given her, but she still swears you can give her one more (those words are almost always a lie).

✧.* creamer, and there’s SO much of it. the first time you made her cum you didn’t say anything, but you questioned to yourself whether this is a normal amount. but you quickly grew to love it- seeing vi make such a mess, shaking and whining.

✧.* can somebody say BREEDING KINK. no, it’s not scientifically possible for a woman to get another woman pregnant. but vi will be damned if she doesn’t try.

✧.* pistoning her strap into you while she has you folded into a mating press, grunting and panting with her hands on either side of your head. “gonna fill you up just right,” she’d say, breathless. “please, vi-” “shh. i’ll give it to you, you’ll be such a pretty mama, fuck- take it. take it all.”

✧.* while she enjoys getting her tits played with, i definitely see vi as more of an ass girl when it comes to you. she loves eating you out from behind, slapping your ass during sex, even slapping your ass in public when you’re just trying to pay the poor street vendor. she just can’t get enough of the feeling of plush skin in her hands. the shape, the sensation.

✧.* a head pusher. practically shoves your mouth into her pussy while she’s bucking into your face, groaning and panting while your tongue laps up everything she’ll give you. the proximity does something for her, but she also just… can’t help it. it’s reflex at this point. you hit just the right spot, and her strong hand is flying to the back of your head to push you even further.

✧.* RIDE HER ABS. that’s all i’ll say.

mel;

✧.* such a devoted and sweet lover. also a switch, and she truly doesn’t mind what position she takes at what moment. usually mel lets you decide, she trusts you and the pace you set.

✧.* she’s devoted to your pleasure, but she also won’t deny herself any; not by a long shot.

✧.* however, there are times when she’s had a frustrating day at work. the councilors wouldn’t listen to her, her ideas weren’t getting anywhere, she felt a mental block growing stronger with each passing second. every minute she was in that room was like torture, and all she wanted was to get home.

✧.* so the second she does, she’s asking you to lay down so she can lower her pussy onto your face and lose herself.

✧.* “please, love, make me forget- oh, shit! aah!”

✧.* mel doesn’t really curse much, so a good signifier that she’s feeling good is when you hear her swearing. she’s always so poised, so refined in the way she speaks. careful to converse in a manner becoming of a councilor, of a medarda. so when she’s making those pretty sounds, laid back with three fingers deep inside of her and you hear her swear, you know you’ve got her.

✧.* “right there, hah, mm…” she’d moan, grabbing at one of her breasts to anchor herself. “that feels so- fuck! oh, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

✧.* she’s not necessarily loud either, just the right volume to assure you that she’s feeling good.

✧.* mel’s stamina is pretty average. she knows how to pace herself, so it’s really up to you and how long you want to go for.

✧.* she prefers lovemaking and being doted on in the bedroom rather than rough sex and being denied. that’s not to say she’s opposed to trying out something more hardcore, but generally, she prefers to feel cared for in the moment. touch her, love her, worship her.

✧.* however, when she’s topping, she could deny you for hours. it’s something to do with the power she’s holding over you.

✧.* “mpph, please, just let me come, aaah.. i’ll be so good, mel.” you’d whimper, writhing beneath her touch. “shh. you’ve been so good already, but you can hold out a bit longer, can’t you? that’s my strong girl.”

✧.* partial to body worship. take your time with her, slowly removing her clothing to tell her every little thing you love about her body. her soft skin. the swells of her breasts, her lean muscle and smooth thighs. she’ll be gasping, petting your hair and praising you, letting you know what feels right. every touch from you feels like a promise, and you’ll do damn right to keep it.

✧.* TRIBBING. she especially loves being on top when it comes to scissoring, so that she can set the pace and get both of you off just right. it checks off all of mel’s boxes- proximity, close connection, being able to see your pretty face, and the fact that you both get pleasure from it.

✧.* “oh, gods, love,” she’d grunt, grinding her wet cunt into yours. strings of arousal connecting the two of you, rutting into each other. “don’t stop, unngh- that’s so good, so fucking good.. faster. faster.”

✧.* although she’s refined and poised, mel is not above fucking you in public. you’d be at a gala together, champagne glass in hand and trying to converse with others; some of the most important figures and families in piltover. yet all you can focus on is mel, the way the white dress she chose hugs the curves of her hips just right, and the slit that runs up the side. you try to be subtle, but mel is observant. she notices. and this is one of the few times where she’s a bit more rough.

✧.* “just couldn’t wait?” she’d ask, her fingers pounding into you in an empty room just outside of the crowded hall. “almost struck a deal, a good one, before you started undressing me with your eyes. it’s distracting, love.” “i’m sorry, baby,” you’d whimper, so fucking close to your peak. “sorry isn’t going to cut it. but you’re so pretty… so wet, too. i’ll be merciful.”

✧.* mel likes to set the mood. candles, maybe some soft music crackling over a stereo as well. as i keep saying, she’s a romantic! she wants you to see the effort she’s putting in for you, to know just how much she cares. all of this is worth it to her, you’re worth it.

✧.* just one is rarely enough for mel. if you’re more the one-and-done type, she won’t try to coax more orgasms out of you- but for her, she can go several rounds. back to back to back, coming undone on your fingers and mouth and strap and loving every second.

✧.* always holding onto you somehow. her arms wrapped around your shoulders while she rides you, one arm around your waist to steady you while she fingers you against a wall, the like. however, mel’s favorite is holding your hand, interlacing your fingers together. it just feels so intimate, so loving. it’s also grounding in a way, she can squeeze your hands as the sensations grow stronger, or as a silent support while you teeter over the edge of climax.

✧.* aside from times like i mentioned earlier, mel isn’t really a fan of quickies. there are some exceptions, but she prefers to take it slow within the confines of a place she knows is safe. she wants to take her time to truly appreciate you, and she can’t do that if she’s got a time constraint.

✧.* says she loves you every time, probably multiple times. the intimacy of it all overpowers her. some people may think that saying ‘i love you’ over and over makes it lose meaning, but on the contrary, mel means it more each time she says it.

✧.* “oh, oh, gods… mm, i love you, right there…”

sevika;

✧.* have fun trying to move at all after sleeping with sevika.

✧.* she’s a top-leaning switch. she won’t deny pleasure herself, but she won’t ask for it either. she’s more than happy to just fuck you again and again, her pleasure being derived from the sight of your head thrown back in ecstasy and the sound of your pleasured screams.

✧.* sevika loves just about anything, but she’s partial to the strap. it gives her a rush of power, being able to split you open and fuck you so deep, so right. definitely gets one of the biggest dildos she can find to insert into the strap, just so she can make you lay there and take it.

✧.* rough, experienced, and doesn’t hold back when it comes to degradation. she’d pull her cock almost fully out of you, just leaving the tip- before slamming back in, drawing a borderline pornographic moan from your lips. “fuck, doll, you sound filthy. can’t even talk right now, can you? fuckin’ slut, losing her mind already.” she’d drink in all of your noises, your labored breathing and the way your eyes roll to the back of your head. “gods. i’ve never been with someone this fuckin’ desperate. i almost pity you.”

✧.* can and will manhandle you. she’ll be pushing your chest further into the mattress while fucking you from behind, yanking your hips into hers as she thrusts into you. smacking your ass so hard the sound nearly echoes through the room. she’ll flip you on your back, nearly throwing you down on the bed just to continue her relentless rhythm. she wants to absolutely ruin you. so let her.

✧.* she wants to leave you sore and tired for the next day, so that every time you try to even take a step you’re reminded of exactly what, or who put you into this position.

✧.* sevika’s stamina is admirable. exhaustion weighs heavy on her during the day, her work cut out for her. running around handling zaun, tying up loose ends silco left, and making sure jinx doesn’t get herself into too much trouble wears her out quickly. but somehow she still has so much energy when it comes to fucking you. she could go all night if you allowed her, without so much as yawning.

✧.* she’ll grab your chin to force you to look at her, holding direct eye contact while she fucks you. she wants to see every expression of yours, she wants you to see her face while you cum.

✧.* “who’s makin’ this pussy feel good?” she’d demand, grunting as she grabs a fistful of your hair. you’d yelp at the sensation, your voice breathy and bordering on whiny. “aahh! you! you, mmph- sevika, you’re making it feel so good…”

✧.* also lowkey (highkey) really into anal… being able to please your tight asshole and feel you clench around her fingers as she keeps rutting into your cunt. yeah

✧.* it’s not often that she does, but sevika likes to have you tied up. your wrists tied to the headboard of her bed, the wood creaking while she rocks into you and holds your thighs apart. it’s picturesque almost, you look so damn perfect and pliant. and all for her.

✧.* the ropes are rough and frayed, something similar to what would be used on a ship. it’s not much, and they look like they’ve been used before- they’ll definitely leave marks on your wrists once you’re done. not to worry, sevika already has ointments for once you’re done, and she makes sure to space things like this out. she loves the sight of you bound for her, but not enough to over exert your poor skin.

✧.* she loves hearing those gorgeous sounds you make for her, but sevika does have neighbors and she’s not above shoving your discarded shirt or panties into your mouth if she feels that you’re being too loud. “hush. gonna wake the whole neighborhood at this point, doll. or is that what you want?”

✧.* when she does allow you to top, she’s pretty quiet. a stark contrast to how breathy and gruff she is while pleasing you, but she’ll still make noises! just at a low volume. yet her words do still hold some of that domineering edge.

✧.* your tongue would be delicately splitting her wet folds, teasingly licking up her slit before it brushes right over her clit. a shiver runs up her spine and she groans, a breathy noise that only serves to motivate you more.

✧.* “shit, baby, like that…” she’d breathe out, her chest beginning to heave up and down. “faster, baby. more. like you mean it.”

✧.* creamer, but she’ll squirt if you coax enough orgasms out of her. when you first found this out, she was on the edge of her fifth orgasm, panting and grunting before her walls clenched around your tongue. you then felt a wet warmth splash onto your face, and your gaze flickered. something downright predatory awoke in you, making you desperate to see that again and again.

✧.* “come on, sevi, just gimme one more, mm… that was so fucking hot,” you’d murmur, bringing your face close to her glistening cunt yet again. “another? i think- aah, i’ll break,” sevika breathes out. “good.”

✧.* RIDE HER THIGH. she didn’t even know she was into it at first. you’d be kissing her, panting into her mouth as you strip her of her shirt- before pulling away. “i wanna try something,” you’d say, before lowering yourself onto one of her bulky thighs. beginning to rock your hips, your clothed clit bumping against her thigh while a sharp gasp is pulled from you.

✧.* sevika’s eyes are opened to a whole new realm of possibilities. her hands are flying to your waist to help guide you along on her thigh, feeling your arousal leak through the cotton of your panties. “fuck, dove, you really are a whore.” she says, a low chuckle following. “i wouldn’t have thought of this, but you’re just too damn eager… look at you, soaking me. you’re lucky you’re so pretty.”

✧.* before you know it, sevika is asking you to ride her thigh regularly!

✧.* sevika’s neck is her weak spot. kiss up the expanse of it, suck dark marks into her pulse point, and she’s a damn mess. she’s tilting her head back so you have easier access, melting from you just touching her neck. it’s kind of adorable, honestly.

✧.* switches up the second you’re done- is so sweet and loving during aftercare. making sure that you’re okay and taken care of before she even thinks of doing anything for herself, making sure she didn’t go too far and you’re not too wrecked.

caitlyn;

✧.* switch with a slight preference for topping. she’s been in control most of her life, usually having the upper hand and hardly ever not getting what she wants. she doesn’t expect much less in the bedroom- that, and she loves seeing you fall apart beneath her, knowing that she’s the one responsible.

✧.* caitlyn has long and strong fingers, perfect for reaching all the spots that you’ve never been able to reach yourself. the second her middle finger brushes against that spongy spot that makes your vision blank, her eyebrows shoot up and her mouth is open in a ‘ah, gotcha!’ expression.

✧.* “yeah, darling? you like that? should i keep going, hm?” you’d nod frantically, panting and flushed beneath her. “then keep being good for me. you can do that, can’t you?”

✧.* BRAT TAMER. you might be able to get away with being mouthy with others, but never with cait. she’s a patient woman, but you learn after a while of being with her how to push her buttons just right. wearing that very patience thin with every word and sway of your hips. you’re giggling, until caitlyn is pushing you against a wall and clawing at your clothing, ordering you to spread your legs.

✧.* “i thought this was what you wanted? what you were begging for, not even a minute ago?” she’d grunt, slamming her purple strap into you at an alarming pace. ragged gasps and moans are pulled from your parted lips, and hot tears begin to stream down both of your cheeks. caitlyn would let out a low chuckle, tutting. “what, you’re crying now? come on, it’s not that bad. just a little lesson for you.” she’d coo.

✧.* there’s also been several times when you haven’t been able to behave yourself in her workplace, and she’d whisk you to her office to bend you over the hard wood of her desk, fucking you right then and there.

✧.* part of caitlyn delights at the sight of your tears. it’s exhilarating, in a way. seeing you so desperate, so wanton, knowing it was her who took you apart so expertly. seeing you so bared and vulnerable for her is a moment she wishes she could frame every time.

✧.* caitlyn can be such a temptress. she’s beautiful, anyone can see that- and she uses that beauty to her advantage. you’d come home from a long day of working harder than you ought, to be greeted by your girlfriend in white lace lingerie that leaves very little to the imagination. she knows you can’t resist, and she’s internally celebrating the moment you pounce on her.

✧.* “how was work, love?” she’d ask, voice low and smooth. “you look like you’re starving. maybe i can do something about that?” she’d muse, fingers teasing under one of her thigh garters.

✧.* when subbing, caitlyn is loud. she’s not screaming out in pleasure, but she doesn’t hold back any noises. she wants you to know how good you’re making her feel, to hear it on her lips and in her choppy words.

✧.* likes clitoral stimulation best, i think. don’t get me wrong, she thoroughly enjoys the feeling of penetration- but something about having her pretty clit played with until she’s an aching mess is just better.

✧.* also likes to be praised when she’s on bottom. tell her how beautiful she is, tell her that you’re taking her just right and she sounds so pretty right now. not only does it provide an ego boost, but it makes caitlyn feel so loved.

✧.* she’s a bit embarrassed to admit it, but she likes being on the receiving end of orgasm denial. so fucking close, her body strung thin like a bowstring. each nerve ending nearly on fire. but she can’t cum, not until you give her the green light, and it drives her insane.

✧.* “please, i’m losing my mind,” she’d cry out. “i need- mmf- i need to cum, pleasedarlingillbesogood,”

✧.* not opposed to quickies, but doesn’t opt for them. however, there are occasions where she’ll steal you away just before you have to leave for work, her fingers working as quickly as she possibly can to get you off- giving you something to think about the rest of the day.

✧.* something about your hips draws caitlyn in. maybe it’s the plush skin against them, the way they’re perfect for her nails to dig into, the feeling she gets when they rut against her, the rush she gets from gripping them to guide you as you grind against her thigh, or the way they sway when you walk. she can’t quite pinpoint it, but she also doesn’t care to.

✧.* “fuck, darling, keep moving,” she’d breathe out, gripping the tops of your hips as your wetness spreads over her thigh- folds glistening, head tilted back as lewd moans fill the room. “you look beautiful like this. so damn perfect, like you’re made for my viewing…”

✧.* she enjoys pet names a lot, but i think one of caitlyn’s weaknesses would be just addressing her by her name. especially if you usually call her by pet names outside of the bedroom. it feels so intimate, so personal.

✧.* “such a good girl for me, caitlyn,” you’d whisper, holding a bullet vibrator to her wet clit. “look at this pussy, so desperate for me. i can’t get enough.”

✧.* her favorite places to have sex are her bed and her desk. simple, but they work- her bed is a sanctuary, and it’s comfortable. optimal. her work desk serves many purposes, but her favorite is pleasuring each other.

✧.* caitlyn’s eyes are hypnotic, her gaze piercing. she’s big on eye contact during sex, demanding that you look at her the entire time. even as you’re fighting to not let your eyes snap shut or roll to the back of your head, the commanding tone in her voice keeps you grounded. it’s an ego boost, but it’s also a way of connecting to you.

✧.* gets rough when she’s especially stressed, which is often. she’s an enforcer and one of piltover’s most powerful figures; caitlyn is basically a walking manifestation of stress. slapping your tits, grabbing your chin, degrading you, shoving her fingers into your mouth and down your throat to shut you up.

✧.* that’s not to say that she doesn’t enjoy gentle love making from time to time- she absolutely does. she loves those nights where you take your time with her, truly conceptualize your affections for her. just how much you love her. she just gets carried away in the moment more than she’d like to admit.

lest;

✧.* switch with a preference for subbing. she will dom you if you ask her to, but most of the time, lest likes to lay back and bask in the feeling of you touching her. the scent of incense thick in the air, hair freed from her scarf and fanned around her as she lets out soft moans.

✧.* her voice is so smooth, so calming. the kind of voice you could fall asleep to. lest isn’t necessarily loud during sex, but she gets pretty vocal. and her noises, her words sound almost heaven sent.

✧.* “oh, keep doing- aahh!- that, darling…” she’d breathe out, her tone soft and buttery with desperation. “i need it, i’m so close-”

✧.* lest is definitely experienced, so she knows well and good what gets her going. she’ll tell you as well, guiding your hands to exactly where she needs them and describing in vulgar detail what she wants you to do to her.

✧.* “play with my tits with one hand, stroke me with the other,” she’d breathe out, placing your hands over both her perky breast and twitching cock. “pinch my nipple, hard, run your thumb over the tip- oh, fuuuuck…”

✧.* the tip of her dick is easily the most sensitive part of her body. it’s so sensitive, it’s almost comical- but lest can’t help it. you know how to pleasure her exactly the way she needs. as soon as you take it into your mouth, teasing your tongue over the head before taking her full length, she’s already fighting the urge to buck into your mouth. it draws sharp gasps from her throat, her fingers gripping at the bedsheets.

✧.* but her tits aren’t meant to be neglected, either. plump and soft, sitting so pretty on her. her nipples are definitely pierced, usually adorning gold bars with dangling chains. play with them, suck on them, place clamps on them. she’ll eat all of it up, praising you all the while.

✧.* definitely enjoys being tied up during the act, and she’d likely want to try shibari at some point. she has the nice ropes: purple woven silk, soft against her wrists and ankles. the feeling of being bared open before you, completely powerless and at your mercy can’t compare to anything else.

✧.* i think lest is really into wax play, but can’t participate as much as she’d like to because wax is a pain in the ass to get out of fur. she’ll gasp at the feeling of hot, sticky wax on her tits and stomach, a shiver running through her body involuntarily. you like to indulge her from time to time, relishing in her every reaction. again, it just can’t be as often as you’d both like because of the aftermath :(

✧.* lest can’t exactly finger you since she uh… has claws. but she’s so skillful with her mouth, the thought of what you might be missing doesn’t even cross your mind. she’d take your clit between her lips, teasing over the bud with her tongue before sucking. brushing her silky hair over her shoulder and angling her jaw so she has even more access to you, drinking in every sound you make.

✧.* “you taste amazing, darling,” she’d murmur. “stay still, mm.. you want to cum, don’t you?”

✧.* lest could grow addicted to just eating you out. the feeling of your release on her tongue is a high she never wants to come down from. she’ll draw orgasm after orgasm after orgasm from you on just her tongue.

✧.* praise her!! tell lest how good she’s doing, how beautiful she looks between your thighs and how lucky you are to have her. it only makes her more eager to please you.

✧.* “gods, you’re beautiful,” you’d whisper, “that feels amazing, you’re amazing, you’re perfect-” before feeling her tongue slip from your clit to your wet hole, prying you open.

✧.* LOVES to be pegged. she’s also partial to cowgirl, but lests’s absolute favorite is doggystyle. she craves the sensation of you slamming into her hole, gripping her plump asscheek with one hand and yanking on her tail with the other. she’d let out a sharp yowl, her chest almost collapsing into the mattress at the feeling. but it feels so fucking good, even though it’s sending pain up her spine.

✧.* “oh, yes, yesyesyes,” she’d babble, so bravely taking every inch of your strap. “don’t stop, go harder- fuck, ow!” she gasps, her soft tail in your grasp as you pull. “sorry,” you’d wince, slightly loosening your grip. “no. keep holding it, it- aahh! feels damn good.”

✧.* she cums pretty quickly when you strap her down. she’s a bit embarrassed about it, but she just can’t help it. your strap rubs against her g-spot so perfectly, your rhythm is exactly what she needs and you fill her up just right.

✧.* alternatively, lest loves when you ride her. seeing your face while you’re on top of her, claws digging into your hips while she bounces you up and down on her length… oh, it’s gold. and the sight of your tits bouncing is always a welcome bonus.

✧.* sometimes lest will have her pipe with her while you ride her, in which case she’ll allow you to shotgun hits. your breaths mingling with one another and lips almost touching as magenta smoke is passed between the two of you. it only serves to further heighten your senses, bringing you even greater pleasure.

✧.* “you’re divine,” she’d breathe out, hips rocking into you with fervor. “take it. take everything, just like i know you can. you’re a damn work of art.”

[cookiesandcreamsupremacy]

thank you so much tumblr dot com for recommending this to me, i will now lay back into my tear-stained bed 🥰🥰

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CONTINUATION because i have a lot of things to say. op, i demand tissues because my eyes hurt after i finish this fic AND OMG YOU'VE DONE IT 👏👏 THIS WILL GO TO MY ANGST YUU COLLECTION.

IMAGINE IDIA'S OVERBLOT!! because oh god here we go again, but suddenly grim's taken?? and stuff happens at styx when they arrived and yuu realized that she only have herself this time, the trio aren't here, she's alone.

AND IMAGINE MALLEUS OVERBLOT!! AND YUU SAYING: you were my last straw malleus, out of all people in diasomnia — why does it have to be you!? (and yuu goes apeshit 🥰🥰)

(i apologize to everyone who saw my messed up tagging 😔 i hope tumblr won't do it again)

After All Is Said And Done

Masterlist After the events of the winter holidays and Jamil’s manipulation, you and your friends are left to pick up the pieces.

Warning: I write the reader as female. Also the reader celebrates Christmas.

Includes: Angst, Female Prefect!Reader, Book 4 Spoilers, references to PTSD and depression, Jamil x Reader if you squint, platonic Ace x Reader x Deuce but can be read as pre-romantic

Honestly, after writing this, I’m thinking about writing a version with Riddle, Azul, Vil and Malleus…

Keep reading

[bloopitynoot]

Reading SVSSS: Chapter 2

For those who don't know, I am reading SVSSS for the first time and sharing my thoughts!

If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.

Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag bloopitynoot reads SVSSS. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read.

Chapter 2: Mission

Okay pre read thoughts here. This story is so good! I am totally loving the premise of this, the system mechanics are wonderful (so much sass) but also so unpredictable!

I'm not going to lie I am nervous for this mission that Shen Yuan/Shen Qingqiu and co are about to go on. I just feel like things are about to get completely fucked LOL

again (as a reader not as system in book) points to Shen Yuan for noting how nasty the relationships are in this OG canon (p 63 re: Die-er and Old Master Chen- barf)

Okay but like I get it Shen Yuan- I still cannot imagine attempting to fake being a martial master OMG p.64

MOOD "Shen Qingqiu didnt even want to pretend to meditate, so he lay on the bed, just pretending to be dead" p65

unrelated to this plot but also related to this plot: I fucking love how MXTX is as a writer. I love the constant comments about the writing of women and side characters in fantasy writing it's very meta right now p67 (Re: shen Yuan/Shen Qingqiu- i haven't decided what to call him at this point tbh- talking about how the "original author" wrote the shittiest female characters).

I am once again here to talk about how Shen Yuan talks about Luo Binghe (he is a child- another barf) but also Shen Yuan does have this future(?) omniscient (?) knowledge about about what he becomes as a fully realized adult character - it still makes me deeply uncomfortable RE: "Shen Qingqiu could only say that, as expected, the brilliant protagonist truly was overwhelmingly cool, awesome, insane, and badass, with a dick longer than the heavens" p68

RIP easy mode XD LOL p69

why is he naked tho??? p71

bless her heart- RE: everything about Ning Yingying p74

I can't. Re: Luo Binghe's crisis pp76-77

If shen Qingqiu fixes this entire story by accidentally making Luo Binghe fall in love with him I- *deep sigh * pp76-77

The way Shen Yuan keeps reading the filth out of these characters- SO MUCH shade! "Their IQ wasn't beyond saving!" p 81

thank fuck he finally unlocked the OOC feat p85

Okay but the Lin Xi Caves actually sound so stunning p88

Re stunning caves: well minus the blood and qi deviation LOL

When his headcanon for Liu Qingge is absolutely wrecked ahahahaha p93

Liu Qingge really hates Shen Qingqiu (I mean, I get it but like still, damn) pp 97-98

Unrelated but I adore the way this sect is organized. It is visually stunning with the various peaks, im fully picturing this gorgeous mountain range

The QUEEREST thought so far in this is Shen Yuan commenting on the demon woman's (now I know she is Sha Hualing- don't @ me) footware, I can't p102

wait what the heck! Shen Qingqiu's fighting is so elegant! pp 106-107

Luo Binghe: status- Broken p107

OMG he wants to protect this kid but the struggle of a protagonist (re: -1000 if Luo Binghe does not fight) p109

Hell yeah! I already love Liu Mingyan!!! p111

OMG he totally is accidentally causing Luo Binghe to fall for him. I can't-what a way to fix the plot. p112

The hate Shen Yuan has for Ning Yingying is too much XD I keep laughing, oh no. Him basically saying "omg thank you for running away I literally cannot handle you in this fight because you are a constant mess" p116

wait. WTF. Is Shen Qingqiu going to die?!?!?! p124

oh, thank fuck, Liu Qingge showed up pp129-130

bahahahah OFC he's "repaying for the cave" p131

oh damn well shit okay, that's one way to end the chapter.

I hope his cultivation is not fucked because of the poison!?!?!?

also jesus, that's a harsh way to get points. Does he level up in this?? I feel like he at least deserves a level up.

That's all for this chapter!

Tomorrow is date night for me and my partner so maybe no chapter- but we will see if I have time to read earlier or not.

[hushravengoobertown]

-------You Belong Here-------

1/?

The start of a lot of lore related to my Drifter. But also DrifterxAmir sooo enjoy <3 <3 <3

Here's what Kintsugi looks like btw, along with her Dedicated Warframe, Ember.

a new tag will organize these fics #Kintsugi-Genesis Fics

May 23rd, 1999: 09.00: Cycle 1

The Void, Duviri, a constant struggle for power and safety. Kintsugi coughed blood as dax soldiers surrounded her, pinned down unable to breathe. Tears stung her cheeks as she lay there, defeated. Words buzzed around her, barely hearing. Then a loud cracking and shattering noise followed. A cloaked, armored figure crashes down on the unsuspecting dax, gently stepping around the now crushed skulls of their corpses, gently gazing at her, he lifted her tenderly off the ground. A soft gruff voice whispered in her ears. Carrying her away. She loved him. He loved her. She knew it wouldn't last. Duviri rumbled as the chains loosened. Islands disappeared and she was swept up in a void storm. Her hand ripped from his. The storm crackling, falling in the abyss. He was gone and she was forced into an unfamiliar Warframe she never knew she had, Ember. Tears swelled as her love was now nothing more than a memory.

—

A cold sweat awoke her, eyes shot open. Tears are still streaming. Another damn nightmare, softly wiping her own face she turned to her side on her warm albeit slightly firm mattress, where a couch used to be, transformed, it was not worthy sleeping on otherwise. She sat up holding the Amir Floof she secretly acquired from Aoi not long ago. Tears damped on it, slightly stained from other nights where her mind would torture her.

A notification rang on her Kinepage, from Aoi,

“You haven't forgotten Amir’s Birthday, have you? (⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠)”

She quickly typed out

“Of course not!! Just woke up and I'm about to wish him a happy birthday now!”

Kintsugi smiled as she awaited Aoi’s response, another message popped.

“Don't forget our deal though!! You have to confess today!! Me and Quincy kept quiet for you so you better not mess this up! (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠).”

In her heart, a warm feeling swelled. She promised herself she would never fall in love again. But she was shit at NOT falling for the dream of everlasting love. Maybe with this “Cycle” she now finds herself with the others. Maybe just maybe. This will all work out. She sat up, stretched and stepped for the POM-2 PC not forgetting to kiss her Kavats, Valentine, Jason and Kalymos who were all snuggled up with her. She began to type away.

“Hey Amir. Happy birthday. Hope you're having fun!”

Not even a second later he responded

“YES I AM TODAY IS BEAUTIFUL I HAVE BEEN UP SINCE 12.01 WE HAVE BEEN DRINKING ENERGY DRINKS AND PLAYING THE ARCADE AND AOI MADE ME A FLOOF ROOM AND I THREW UP IN THE FLOOF ROOM”

She wheezed harder then she'd ever had before, joyous tears streaming down her face.

“Oh my Sol Amir, never change.”

Quietly remarking, She got all the giggles out, calming down. She typed again.

“Hey when you recover a bit. I got something for you but I'll need to to trust me okay?”

Before she can even hear her own thoughts he responded.

“OHMYGOD I'M. SO. EXCITED!!! AAAAA YOU AND AOI ARE THE BEST!!!!! OKAY WHERE DO YOU WANNA MEET???”

She's chuckled again.

“Just come over and you'll see okay?”

“BE THERE IN 5”

She held a sigh of relief, she knew he meant 5 seconds. The next thing she knows, he's knocking on the loft's door frame. “Hey hey Heeeey Drifter! So what you got??” his excited puppy-like voice echoed, legs bouncing as the energy drinks are still flowing through his system. She got up and gestured at the POM Navigation. “I'll need you to close your eyes… I'll have to take you there myself.” Amir's eyes widened. “Ohhh??? It's a place!? Okay I trust you just- wherever you're taking me is safe right?” she nodded. “I promise I'm not taking you anywhere, where the Scaldra and Techrot can hurt us.”

Amir allowed her to transference, took a long moment to adjust to his energy levels but she managed. "You ready?" He nodded in mind, his brain completely wired up with excitement and caffeine. She carefully guided him towards the location of choice. It was safe because she called in a favor with Quincy. No bad guys for miles now. She feels his jittery excitement as she slows her pace, arriving at an old looking and surprisingly pristine comic and gaming store. All Countessa comics lined up in pristine unopened condition. “Open your eyes Amir!” She ghosted away from his Body as Amir opened his eyes. “w-w-h- HOWWWWW DID YOU FIND THIS PLACE!? I THOUGHT THESE PLACES CLOSED YEARS AGO!!” Amir brain short circuits as he zipped around admiring every single edition of Countessa among other comics, grabbing what he could display in the Arcade. “THIS IS THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVERRRRR!!!! OH MY GOD!!! IM SO HAPPY!!! HOW DID YOU FIND THESE!???" She replied after a peaceful chuckle. “I know how important all this is to you. I understand why. Seeing such precious history preserved in this way? Not just any history but history that matters to you? I get it… I just… I know how it feels to not feel like you belong.” A tear almost swells up on her face. A sudden and excited squeal squeaked out of her as he abruptly lifted her up, faces smooshed together, twirling her around.

“THANK YOU SO SO MUCH SWEETHEART!!! AAAAGHH-” Amir suddenly blushed at what he said. Kintsugi blushed at what he said and he awkwardly lowered her before covering his face. “O-oh god I'm so sorry i-i just had to make it awkward-” she couldn't help herself but softly chuckle as she pulled his hand away, she caressed his cheek, a soft sweet gaze she bestowed on him. Hearts beating fast.

“Amir..?”

A whisper.

“Yeah, Sugi..?”

A shy response.

“I love you. Happy birthday…”

A tear swelling on both of their faces now, a warm light shining on them both.

“I- I love you too Sugi, god I do too... I.... I didn't know you felt the same-”

She quickly silenced him with a warm passionate kiss. Neither Amir or Kintsugi wanted to part. But unfortunately breathing is necessary, both pulled away for a moment before making out again, and again. Amir huffed before lifting Sugi up by the legs and shoulders. “You, Me, Fancy, Romantic, Wine. Schmooze, Yes!?” He beamed. “Heh. That sounds fantastic! Maybe we can also put some of that energy to better use hmmm?” She playfully cooed, nuzzled his nose as they left the store. "GOD, I am THE luckiest man ALIVE!!!" he'd lift her up again kissing her over and over all the way home.

—

“You said- you said you knew how it felt to not belong…” Amir held her hand as they got cozy in the loft bed. His gear littered the floor around the bed, he's as stripped as his warframe body could be. “I-its a long story, I… a hard one too. I promise to tell you it one day just… Can we cuddle?” She replied somberly, Amir knew not to pry further. “...Thank you, for giving me the best birthday I've had in… a long time.” He pulled her close for a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for loving me, for me. Every wrinkle in my brain feels loved, loved, loved.” He nuzzles into the crevasse of her shoulder “You're the first and last person I'll ever say that to.” whispering in her ear. Lifting her on his lap, her back pressed against his chest, giving her smooches all around her neck. “Amir~” her voice trembled as she felt his embrace clouding her body. She felt cold, steely hands lifting the seams of her shirt a little.

A shivery gasp, she leaned her head back a bit, melting in his embrace. Her mind in the clouds, she knew what he wanted but she supposed some assistance was needed. She sat up, pulling away from his warmth making sure to stretch seductively, slowly taking off her clothing revealing to him as his face glowed red. She chuckled lovingly. Crawling back on him, sitting right on his lap face to face. Nervously, sheepishly she asked a simple question. “a-am i… pretty?” Amir finally blinked and aggressively pulled her by the hips kissing her. She felt like that was a dumb question for she felt the force of his body pressed against her. He leaned down to ravish her body, marking it, licking her tits, groping her ass, he was on fire, she wanted to feel their souls meld together.

“F-fuck I want to… I want you so bad, but I don't think-” she shushed him, her hand groped his nether region, some kind of energy swelled around his and a light, wet pop was heard, revealing his cock.

“H-nnng, you never told me you could do thaaat~” his feral eyes pierced her mind, now pinning her down on the bed, she gasped feeling his tip against her entrance. “I'm going to breed you, and I’m not letting you gooo~” a horny huff, he aggressively bit into her neck, a sudden deep thrust sent both of them to pure bliss, his bites, his speed all she can do is take all of him on. It's been a long time since it's felt this good. Her tears pricked her face again, gasping, moaning, letting him take her away. She grasped the back of his head for support, kissing him. He growled, before backing up a bit. He pulled out, she whimpered “Why did y-you stop~” he growled as he flipped her over on her stomach pulling her ass up to him. Clenching her hips tightly “Shhhh~ I'm going to make you beg for me too stop~” he cooed. Slamming himself in her again, her loud screams of pleasure filled the room, just thankful no one else can hear them. He thrusted faster. Echoing whimpers from her encouraged his pace, his name sung, her eyes rolling in the back of her head, drooling, she was close, he got sloppy and leaned over her. Electricity crackled around and in her. “C-can’t s-stop, I'm gunna- Mmmngh!~~” a soft growl, a final forceful thrust as he unloaded inside her, she screamed his name releasing as well, feeling his warmth spread inside her, a ball of fire, snapped. Electricity crackled around them both. Euphoric relief remained, washing over them both.

He pulled out slowly, coiling his body around her, panting “S-sugi… y-you okay?” He sounded exhausted, she nodded softly, leaning into him more. “G-good, you're… hah… amazing.” A soft hum she hears, closing her eyes sweetly. “I love y-you, Amir...” her eyes closing, consciousness no longer able to keep her dreams at bay, this beautiful man loves her, she loves him. She doesn't remember the last time she's felt so safe, pleasured, happy. The last thing she feels is him wrapping themselves up in the blankets, hearing a soft “I love you too.” in return.

Amir watches his beloved fall asleep in arms. Barely able to stay awake himself, he wraps them both up. His eyes catch a glimpse of… a floof of him? But something didn't seem right, it was smeared with tears, he held her hand while caressing her head, staring down, he fell asleep soon after.

—

Amir jolted awake, the sky thick with a cold mist. Sounds of sobbing and cold damp grass beneath him. Where the hell was he? A dream? He sat up and saw… visions, a ton of visions, looking up he saw the void tearing someone away from Kintsugi, her tears rained from that vision. Another one popped near him. She was curled up, sobbing onto the floof he saw earlier, clenching it for dear life. Water starting to surround him. Another vision popped by him, a smaller person, guiding her out of some strange warzone. These aren't his dreams, these are hers! He felt so much pain, he felt an overwhelming pressure crushed his chest. He saw another vision, Albrecht shooting her, her gaze falling upon a dead version of himself leaning in a chair, heart bleeding, she was sobbing before slamming her fist on the ground. A sudden loud booming voice screamed in his ear, a phrase that sent shivers down his spine. “YŒÜ DØN’T BÉLÔNG HÊRÉ.” Amir felt himself drowning. He saw the surface of the dark ocean, so he swam, and swam, and swam up, he couldn't breathe but he needed to keep swimming. He gasped but no air would come. His vision dimmed and he awoke in a hot sweat.

Amir stared down at Kintsugi, seeing her tears falling he couldn't let that continue, he lifted her up closer to his face, kissing the tears away, it didn't matter what time it was, he just wanted her to feel better. She stirred. Opening her eyes, “A-Amir… I- thank you.” Amir tilted his head, pretending not to know what he saw. “I had a nightmare… you were drowning and I couldn't… I couldn't save you.” Amir shuddered, realizing they shared dream’s. Not wanting to worry her anymore then needed. He kissed her forehead. “Ah, I’m glad I could help then, Mon Cheri~” his silly tone lightened the dull atmosphere. It seemed to be early noon. Looks like it's time to help around now. “Hey sweets, I gotta do some mission stuff for Quincy today, I promise to bring home some pad thai though!” She softly smiled. “Just be careful out there okay? I'll clean up the place a bit. Help Aoi and Eleanor with getting their F&F characters in order.” Amir beamed with excitement. “See you later! Au Revoir, my love!” Amir checked his Kinepage and ran to start the day.

—

Kintsugi started her chores by cleaning around the arsenal and incubator, her own voice humming tunes from Duviri, if there's one thing about that place that could be considered good anymore, it was the music. She does miss the sopranos Luscinia used to sing. Tidying up the kitchen made her remember she's got a small pizza mess from the birthday party upstairs, she kisses her Kavats on their soft foreheads. Happily humming with a trash bag in hand, her mind soothed.

A horribly cold chill caresses her cheek, a sense of doom and sudden fatigue sets in, warm red liquid pours from her stomach, the Indifference taking the form of Albrecht behind her. A smoking Lex in hand. The demon spoke to her again.

“Yøû døn't bëlôñg hërē, tïmē's ūp, Drîftèr.” The indifference shuddered between 3 voices, Albrecht's, the Kid, Amirs... “I… Know…” a weak response, a sad pathetically weak response, “I knew it… wouldn't... last…” her body collapsed on the floor, the indifference disappeared, blood pooling around her, her vision inevitably fading.

—

Amir ran happily, destroying techrot as his thoughts raced, he hasn't been this happy in a long time. Quincy could help but noticed his basically little brothers giddiness. “Oh look at u Looooovebiiiirds, Drifter’s got u around er’ finger.” you could hear a pin drop in Amir's head, “H-Hey! She's does NOT! quit that!” His flustered face gives Quincy more of a reason to pry. “so did u an Marty get frisky las’ night? Hm?” Amir's face flushed harder. “Shut up asshole, let's complete this mission, yeah?” Quincy smiles slightly, chuckling at his adopted brother. “Tsk, tsk, you're no fun as me ma’” Quincy laughed. Amir just smiled while staring daggers at him. The mission completes. “Quincy! Head back on your own, gotta go grab some munchies for my hon!” Quincy nodded his head and mischievously remarked, “Le’ me grab the cam next time if your go’na bang Mcflea eh?” Amir gagged. “Not a god damned chance, Quincy!” he ran off flushed. A loud wheezing howl echoing from Quincy as Amir silenced the distance between him and food.

—

Amir speeds on back home, boxes in hand, he texts Kintsugi, no response. “Hm she's just busy helping Aoi and Eleanor!” he quietly remarked to himself, not thinking much of it. He approached Aoi, “Heeey how's your character going along! Did Sugi give you the guide?” Aoi looks at him confused. “I haven't seen her today so I don't have the guide.” Amir's heart shuddered a bit “Oh! Well she's probably helping Eleanor then! I'll give you the guide in a bit!” Aoi smiles “Thank you Amir!” He ran off them to check in with Eleanor, she wasn't on the couch though, oh! She was talking with Arthur! He mentally facepalms. He ran up to Arthur and Eleanor giddly interrupting any conversation they were having. “Hey Eleanor! Did Sugi help you out with your Character today??” Eleanor shot a confused look. “I'm afraid not, I haven't seen her today.” Her mind spoke to him. His heart starting to panic a bit. “Arthur? Have you seen Sugi today??” Arthur shook his head. “No. I haven't, I'm afraid, been wondering where she was though.” Amir's heart is racing now. “Oh okay maybe she's sick? I'm going to check the Backroom then...” He rushes to the Backroom, Kalymos yawns, Letting him enter. He plops the boxes on the table. “Honeyyy! I'm home!” No response again. A terrible scent catches his nose. Blood. He rushes up the stairs, the loft, everything was in slow motion, he sees her, lifeless on the floor. He couldn't breathe, a pool of blood, pale skin, panic, panicked, panicking everything went dark around him. His body taking over any functioning thought he had in that moment. Frantically checking her pulse. It was slow. She was cold, “No. No no no no no NO!” he gasped, gently lifted her. Body is limp, barely breathing. He ran as fast as he could without harming her further. The mall was a blur.

“LETTIE!!! ARTHUR! GUYS! PLEASE, PLEASE HELP!!” his screams echoed through the mall. He held her limp body in front of Lettie, who without any kind of hesitation rushed up to him. “Qué Demonios Amir what happened!?” His lover in arms, dying, She was so full of life, fire. Now ice cold. “I…. Found… her… floor… bleeding…. Gun wound-” Lettie froze. The gun wound had void energy cascading from it. “Sol damnit, back away so I can help her!” Arthur, Aoi, Eleanor, Quincy, rushed up. A gasp from Aoi, a solemn stare from Arthur, Quincy's smile dropped, Eleanor went to assist Lettie, all were drinking in the sight. “She's dancing with La Flaca, I can only stabilize her for a bit…” a stressed tone, from Lettie, this was dire. “What in Sol's name- Amir…” Arthur spoke softly trying his damn best to hold back a quivering voice. Quincy went up to talk with Lettie, passing by Amir giving him a quick hug. “Whoeve’ did this will pay Amir, feel me?” Quincy continued on to assist. “She… she will be okay Arthur, p-please tell me she will…” Arthur hugged Amir. “I can't promise you that… she doesn't look too good…” Eleanor suddenly piped up in a gasp. “The Indifference, it took form, it shot her-” Amir slowly approached Sugi, her life still. Her mind quiet. He could feel she was slipping between life and death and the only thing he could do was tear up, caressing her cheek.

Those damned, cursed words Eleanor spoke echoed in mind. Over and over. ‘The Indifference shot her.’ “I… I'm so…” why did the indifference want her gone, why!? Amir's thoughts boiled, Electricity crackled around him, around his fist crashed against the wall, cracks formed and the wall crumbled . Everyone's stare pierced the back of his mind. “It just wanted to see her gone, destroyed, in pain…” Amir muttered, nothing was okay right now. Eleanor spoke up. “She's slipping Amir. I have an idea but…” Amir paused, nodded softly. “Do… what you… need to, Eleanor… I need… to save her.” Quincy and Arthur exchanged confused looks. Amir sat by Kintsugi, lifting her close to his chest, caressing her cheek. “Send me in.” Is all he muttered. Eleanor complied. His consciousness slipped as he rested his forehead on hers. Eleanor whispered, “Be careful, Amir.” he slipped further, and further down until there was darkness, opening his eyes, he returned, the cursed Ocean drowning him once again.

He swam up frantically, keeping his pace methodically, he couldn't breathe, his lungs burned, but his love grew, he swam up, saw her chained, thorns and vines, the demon holding her soul. His heart ached but his love grew stronger, he felt a presence, a thread, he beheld and casted it above, and it ascended. His love grew stronger. The thread decorated the dark murky ocean with golden hues, like a cracked pot, repaired with gold. He felt a snag on the line. He held on and was pulled He prayed to god that it was her.

—

“Why did I… think anything would change…” her body covered in void thorns, trapped, bleeding. Sugi sobbed, the Indifference laughed, “You wanted something you knew you couldn't have of course! Hahaha. Quite the role you played!~” The Indifference cooed. It mocked her, it knew how desperate she was. “I'm sorry Amir… I'm so, Sorry I never belonged here….” The indifference clawed her very soul, she felt her body bleeding, her very soul wept, forced to watch Amir drown, again and again. Yet something tugged at her, something that wasn't the Void, A quiet familiar voice, calling out to her. “...Sugi” a golden thread emerged below her, the indifference slapped her hand, “DONT TOUCH THAT-” The Void cried out. This was her moment, she reached for the thread, her body scraping and bleeding against the thorns, she saw a familiar figure reaching out for her. The Void slashed her soul but she refused to buckle. The thread grew brighter, the ocean below glowed gold, she felt him. His thunder, his love. Amir. “I'm here Amir!!! I'm right here!!” Golden lightning struck the Void it recoiled, she Rejoiced, he broke the oceans surface, a beautiful breach, grabbing her soul, the thread surrounding them. Ribbons of golden lightning blinded the world at that moment. And a beautiful embrace was held.

"Amir…” Kintsugi sobbed. He held her closer, and tightly, caressing the back of her head. “I'm here, I love you so, so much. You've come to mean so much to me.” She buried her face on his chest. “We would all be dead without you. You saved us. All of us. You even taught me that I had the Wacky Hacky 9000” She laughed softly and he followed suit. “You belong here…” The Golden lightning shuddered. The euphoria felt was unmatched. “I… guess we should wake up now… Amir… I'm sorry you had to see all of th-” he hushed her, and a sudden kiss covered her mouth. The light grew brighter. “I love you, Sugi. Don't be afraid to hold me now.” Her tears of joy unmatched anything she's felt before. They both squeezed each other tightly, Sugi burying herself further into him. Amir heard a voice, he directed his attention at the fading armored figure behind Sugi, “Take care of her for me… she is… precious…” the armored figure mouthed as it faded, like dust in the wind. The light grew brighter again, closing his eyes, holding her against his chest. Hearing a soft chuckle, “Waking up at last, I see.” Eleanor happily whispers.

—

Amir shot awake first. Witnessing the eyes of awe from the others. He stared down at Sugi to see the wound she had disappeared. Color returned to her a golden patch covering her once gaping wound, a golden thread connecting them both. she must have been exhausted, her soft breathing assured him she was alive. “Amir- what the bloody hell happened in there?” Arthur, in disbelief, asked. “She is okay now, she... she just needs rest.” Amir didn't know how to exactly explain what had happened. Perhaps that was for the best. Eleanor stood up to speak to the others, gesturing to Amir to take care of her. He lifted Kintsugi again, carrying her gently. Happily humming, returning to their room. A sleepy sigh from her coaxed a nuzzle from him laying her down gently, removing the bloody clothes off her. Damn she was beautiful, her body warm, he gently traced his fingers along her wound, up to her shoulders, caressing her face, looking down at her lovingly. He coiled behind her again, covering both himself and her with soft blankets, a floof placed near her and a kiss on her forehead. Another gentle nuzzle as he drifts to sleep once more. Dreaming, laughing, loving. The indifference won't get between them like that again.

[idontplaytrack]

Heyyyy I have a request but like I don’t know what character so I’ll leave that up to you

Reader has been a little distracted by the pretty girl that recently started working at the same place as her…will she make a move? Is the pretty girl gay? Questions need answers but reader is a little awkward especially around a girl such a pretty girl what will happen?

Sorry this is so vague :( my brain is sooo fried lol

Coffeehouse Crush

Amber Appleton x fem! reader

Warnings: fluff, coarse language, reader and Amber are both flustered, awkward messes lol

In which reader, a small town gay finds herself falling hard and fast for the new girl at work. One problem— was she even gay?

“Hey, y/n. Later, we have a new staff member joining us. Could I have you be the one to train her? Just for today at least.”

“Oh? Sure, yeah.”

You carried on with your opening duties: wiping down the countertop and equipments, then counting the ‘float money’ to make sure there was the correct amount of cash in the register. “So, she should be here by 8, just show her the ropes. Have her shadow you for the day, hands-on starts tomorrow. You know, cash register, POS system, how to make the drinks.”

“I got it.” You laughed, “Just as long as she isn’t as clueless as Dex, who— thank god, you’ve fired because otherwise we’d be making losses.”

“I think you’ll be just fine. She has experience in F&B.” Your manager assured.

“I’ll hold you to that, Wendy. Okay, three hundred’s in the register— we’re all set.”

“Good.” Wendy shrugs, “Okay, Kaley should be here at 8:30, if she isn’t. We’re on our own.”

“Damn, okay.” You laughed, “Does that mean you’ll be out here too, then?”

“Only if Kaley doesn’t show. Otherwise, you and the new girl will be able to handle it.” Wendy bites back a laugh, “Sunday…it’ll be pretty calm. We’re near a whole bunch of offices and it’s the weekend.”

Wendy heads into her office while you leaned against the counter, watching people walk by. Ten people must’ve walked by in the last few minutes but not one walked in. You decided to take this time to make yourself a drink since there weren’t any customers. Then, you even had the time to drink it.

A few minutes later, a girl— probably your age, walks in. “Hi, I’m Amber. It’s my first day here today.”

“Oh! Right, the manager told me you were.” You snapped out of your thoughts.

Shit, that smile. It was so contagious. She just exudes such a good vibe. Smiling back at her, you introduced yourself, “Amber, I’m y/n. Our manager, Wendy has put me in charge of training you for today. But your job, for now is to just shadow me for the day and familiarise yourself with everything.”

“Hi, y/n.”

“Pick out a locker in the break room to your right, and that’ll be yours. I’ll just go get your apron and name tag for you from Wendy.”

“Okay.” She was still smiling. Damn, was she adorable.

She walks past you to get to the break room, you then went the opposite direction to Wendy’s office. You caught a whiff of her watermelon shampoo when she walked by. Stop it, y/n— that’s creepy.

“Oh, good. She’s here early. Here’s her apron and name tag.” Wendy hands the piece of fabric to you and the name tag. “Thanks.” You took them and exited her office, right when Amber walks back out from the break room. You hand her the items and let her put them on.

“So, today’s Sunday. Sundays are usually our more ‘quiet’ days. Not as many people come by on Sundays since we’re mainly near offices. Before some people start coming in around nine, I think I could probably show you how to make a couple drinks first.”

“Okay.” She nodded, eager.

“I don’t know how you have this much energy in the morning.” You chuckled over your words, reaching your hand out to grab a takeout cup then grabbed the recipe booklet.

“Okay, Amber. Take your pick— which one do you want?”

“What do you mean?”

You snorted, laughing, “Pick a drink you think you’d like— after you make it, you get to have it.”

She squints, “Really?”

“Yeah. I swear.” You nod, “If you don’t believe me, ask Wendy later when she walks out here.”

“No, no, no.” She gasped, “I believe you, it’s just usually. Based on my experience at my old jobs, I had to pay.”

“Not here you don’t.” You assured, “Go on.”

Her hand brushes against yours when she took the laminated booklet from you. You felt a spark, pursing your lips together and looking away from her briefly. She laughs, flipping through the pages. You could feel her gaze on you.

Damn it, Amber. Damn it.

While you taught her how to make the drink she picked out— it was a coconut milk latte, nothing too difficult. You chatted with her, learning way more about her than you’d expected to in such a short period of time. “Hey, y/n.” You heard. But you just could not focus. Your eyes, they were stuck on looking at Amber, looking at her sip on her coffee, happy that she got the hang of it so quickly.

“y/n.” You heard your name again.

“Hey!” You felt a tap on your shoulder. Startled, you gasped and quickly turned around. “Wendy. Oh, my God. Sorry.” You apologised.

“Amber said you scalded your hand. Let me see.” Wendy says, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, just a little…distracted.” You say.

“Distracted?” She smirks, looking at you then your hand, then finally at Amber, “I think your hand will be fine but you’ll get a few blisters, but be careful and let them heal properly. Did you run it under cold water yet?”

“No.”

“Go do that. It might lessen the pain for you a little.” Wendy urged. You excused yourself then went to the break room to tend to your burn.

See if this was how working with Amber was going to be like, you would end up with cuts and burns all over yourself from being so distracted by her…beauty.

“Hey!” Amber’s voice cut through the room, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I— I’m okay.”

“Sorry, I scared you. Didn’t I?”

“No, no, no, no…you didn’t— okay, I— I gotta ask you something but I don’t really know how to ask you—”

“Okay, breathe maybe.” She giggles, “Calm down and just ask me whatever you want. I’m all ears.”

And you did, you took a few deep breaths to regulate your breathing and it helped. You felt better and less…flustered.

“Are you gay?” You hurriedly asked.

“I…am bi.” She tells you.

“Are you seeing anyone? Because I kinda, maybe have a crush on you and I need an answer. I don’t want to be weird and just have feelings for someone that’s attached.” You rambled, “Because that would — would be bad, and I don’t want to ruin things for you, and have you hate me—”

“y/n, look at me.” She holds onto your hands gently, “Look at me. And listen closely— I just moved here, I don’t know anyone. I am single, and bi, and I think…you’re really pretty.”

You freaking choked on your own spit. “Uh…” Chuckling in sheer shock, you say, “I’m sorry what?”

“You’re pretty.” She steps forward and cups your cheek, smiling.

“Aw.” You blushed, “Damn. And I thought you were the shy one.”

“Not once you get to know me.” She shrugs, a cheeky grin on her face.

“You…wanna hang out after work?”

“Oh, yeah I sure do.” Amber winks.

You sigh, “Well, I’m looking forward to it. Let’s get back to work, shall we?”

“Yes, we shall.” Amber laughs, lacing your fingers together with hers for a second before letting go.

“Oh, Amber…” A quiet sigh falls from your lips.

“Yes?”

“Nothing. You’re pretty.” You bit back a grin, hiding the blush forming on your cheeks.

“Aw. Aren’t you so sweet?”

————

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[one-winged-dreams]

Kotatsu

ship: adriel santos x toji fushiguro source: jujutsu kaisen word count: 859

Literally so stupid in love with this jerk right now, I've been fantasizing about kotatsu cuddles for days, put me out of my misery.

tag list: @dearly-beeloved @adoredbyalatus @kylilah @dorothys-wife @the-sleeping-city

@dear-gambler @goldenworldsabound @sunstar-of-the-north @mahitosoulmate

@faerie-circle-ships @heatobrienswife @tireddovahkiin

“Hey…”

The weary greeting was received with silence as Toji entered the house as if he owned it. He had been given a key and he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to get his mileage out of it. Sometimes Adri asked him if he even had his own place to live anymore. He always got a laugh out of that. 

It was never meant as a joke.

He was well aware of that, though.

“Hey!” he repeated a bit louder, nudging the door shut behind him. 

Still nothing.

Toji’s scarred lips twitched downward, and he mumbled to himself as he haphazardly tossed his coat on the chair next to the door. A plastic one, meant exactly for that very purpose. Adri used to get on his ass for draping his jackets over the couch, where the snow would melt and get the cushions wet.

He always got a laugh out of that too. 

The lights were on, and he wondered if Adri was even home. 

Something he’d be whacked with a magazine for if he left them on himself. 

A sigh, in through the nose, out through the mouth, and Toji decided to investigate a little. 

Embarrassingly enough, he checked every room in the house before he found Adri half under the kotatsu, asleep with a half-peeled tangerine on the floor a rolling distance away from his head. Even the damn cat was peeking her head out from under the kotatsu, perched on Adri’s stomach. 

Cute.

He crouched down ruffling the top of Adri’s head and messing up his already nap-mussed hair. 

“Wake up and welcome me home,” he huffed, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.

“Gh… Welcome home…” Adri mumbled, his brow and nose wrinkling as he struggled to reconcile his sleepiness with his annoyance at having his hair ruffled. 

“Atta boy. That for me?” Toji snickered, pointing at the tangerine on the floor and sitting on the ground next to him in earnest.

“Help yourself.” Adri sat up and rubbed his eye, cause enough for Nickel to jump ship and climb into Toji’s lap instead. 

Toji let out a snort, his smirk widening considerably.

“Nah. Peel it for me, then I might.”

Adri made a motion as if waving Toji away while he rubbed his other eye with his free hand, only earning himself another hair ruffle. 

“Job go okay?” he finally asked, yawning. 

“Okay enough. Got paid, didn’t I?” Toji replied, stroking the cat who was huffing away at the foreign smells he had accumulated while he was gone. “And quit yawning, it’s only 6.”

“Shiu’s so lucky having someone willing to go above and beyond for quality work.” Adri chose to ignore that last statement. 

“Ain’t that the truth,” Toji hummed, scooting up to the kotatsu and sitting to Adri’s right. 

Betrayed by both parties, Nickel disappeared under the blanket to lay directly under the kotatsu’s heater.

“I gotta get a real seasonal job or something, never look forward to working out in the cold,” Adri sighed, resting his elbows on the table and resting his chin in his palm.

“Exerting yourself and trying not to die warms you up plenty. Ah, but it hardly gets colder than 10 degrees where you’re from, huh? Ain't used to it,” Toji mused, drumming his fingers on the table.

Adri blinked at him for a second. “Oh, in Celsius, yeah.”

Toji snorted again. “How do you keep forgetting about the metric system, you’ve been living here way long enough to know better.” 

Adri flinched at a feigned forehead poke, batting Toji’s finger away from his face. 

“I DO know better, I'm just slow on startup right now. You woke me up from a good nap.”

He should have anticipated the smug grin Toji directed his way.

“You’ll catch a cold like that.”

“I’m not a kid…”

“Kinda act like one, though. Reminds me, got your kiddie sodas in the fridge.”

The subsequent pout was well worth the meager amount of money the pack of ramune cost.

“Can you let me have my little joys in life?” Adri mumbled, turning his head away.

“Cranky because you haven’t had your sugar fix in 15 minutes, I gotcha,” Toji continued to ruthlessly tease, deepening Adri’s pout. 

“Mean because you’ve been on a couple year long losing streak,” Adri retaliated.

This only pulled a bark of laughter from Toji, who leaned over the table to ruffle his hair with both hands. 

“Hostile little thing, figured you’d have missed me.”

“Who says I didn’t…?” Adri mumbled again. 

Toji was very pleased to hear this, not that he didn’t already know. He was just fooling around until the inevitable emotional dawn that came after he’d come home from somewhere far away. Adri himself said he’d been slow on startup, but it was obvious the feelings were starting to sink in.

“So how was Hirosaki-”

“Come over here and I’ll tell you.”

Adri sighed, shuffling out from under the kotatsu to make his way over to Toji’s side. “Fine, but I’m not crawling under it and burning myself on the heating component.”

“No fun~”

“Not everyone thinks risk is inherently fun…”

[cool-person-yey]

TMAGP NOTES PART 2 : THE HORRORS ARE AT IT AGAIN

tmagp show notes for episode 2!

again, this will contain spoilers for tmagp episode two and it is tagged with " tmagp spoilers"

if there are any confusing misspellings please tell me so I can fix them

anyways, here it is yall

• I've said this before and I'll say it again OMINOUS MUSIC

• making adjustments huh

• * more office noises*

• will this be an actual office drama

• more of the... interesting filing system I suppose

• Blasphemy? maybe ?

• "we aren't here to decide the system" oh cmon!!! let the guy try

• "unpack that ominous silence later" Alice I'd die for you

• "time isn't real "fuck yes. preach

• ohhh already at a doctor's office?

• court ordered ? ohhhh

• still on the body dismorphya theme suppose ?

• fuck instagram

• oohhh

• I don't understand anything about tattoos so idk really

• not the dugstep

• influencer-"style" stuff just sets me off for some reason idk.

• if a stranger asks me about my personal life you can bet I'm runnin outta here

• " The artist becomes the canvas"

• STARTED A LIVESTREAM????WTF

• WHAT

• WHAT???

• THAT SEEMS SO PAINFUL

• BLOODY LIKE. ACTUALLY BLOODY OR JUST

• what

• wait what

• I mean?? at least you didn't have to pay I suppose???

• damn instant tattoo

• the random motivation at late nights and the mess that ir creates is a mood

• falling asleep while drawing too lmao

• don't stare at it too much. do not. you will starting seeing Things That You Did Not See Before and you will cry

• yes. ignore al the pain and fatigue to continue your work. that's extremely healthy

•"just a small tweak" yeah right

• WAIT WHAT??? THE KNIFE SCRAPED BONE ? WDYM???

• YES YOU SHOULD'VE. GO OUTSIDE STARE AT A TREE WATHEVER DONT DO WHAT YOURE DOING PLEASE

• OH MY GOD

• "nothing much" yea right

• the tatto is leaking??? oh no

• that's an artist's life. you think you finished up a piece and guess what? another 35 details it would be cool to add and another 157 mistakes you need to fix

• eventually you just gotta say " fuck it" and leave it be

• she has a roommate??? oh my god is she not recognizing the other?

• " perfect" but not usable or healthy if I understood it correctly(???)

• acid? oh boy

• Alice being dramatic again love her <3

• * more little noises *

• honestly the Gwen-Alice friendship ( or frienemiship???) is just gold

•"expanding external operations" huh

• wait who you're talking to Alice

• OHHH SISTER???

• play an instrument? we got a musician over here

• yeah Alice does give big older sister vibes

• so Alice's sibling is an aspiring rockstar huh

• ok so his name is Luke

• last time someone had a brother in a Rusty quill podcast it didn't end very well for them

• the band names .just. the the band names.

• I will actually use The Box In The Incinerator Method from now on

• Alice being serious oh dang

• * more ominous music*

[susiephone]

So glad to see a fellow Tally/Shay shipper in the tag. Their relationship is just so good. Its such a gigantic mess. I felt so seen with my messy, queer, neurodivergent teenage female friendships, even if I needed until a reread two years ago until I acknowledged this this feels extremely queer and that is okay because I am queer too. Until then, all the female friendships I read were always just harmonic and nice and only ever threatened by boys, not these codependent, jealous messes.

The idea to center a YA dystopia around two girls who are deep friends with each other and maybe in love but are pitted against each other by the dystopian system (read: patriarchy, read: beauty culture) again and again is just absolutely amazing. I mean, there is a more traditional love triangle too, and its even well written enough to not drag down the series, unlike in most YA dystopias, but its not the center. At least not for me. For me, Tally and Shay are.

I could go on about them because I have thoughts (see: all the fanart and fics I have either already published or wait to publish until the trailer for the movie comes out), but the ask is already pretty long

first of all - i'm so sorry, i saw this message and fully intended to reply later that day i was like "oh i'll get to this after dinner!"

anyway! i was really struck by HOW different the love triangle in uglies is compared to other YA (especially YA dystopia). like the fact that tally doesn't definitively end up with either of them, and that neither boy turns evil (or at least antagonistic), and that both guys were good for her in their own way. but i especially loved that they both took a backseat to her friendship with shay, since that was by far the most interesting relationship in the whole thing

i'm cautiously optimistic about the movie (assuming it even happens). i personally think it'd work better as a series, but, well, after the shadow and bone debacle, i'm weary to trust any streaming service to actually follow through. i'm a bit worried about how mainstream actors who are all gorgeous anyway will be able to play the characters, and how they'll handle stuff like the specials' body modifications without looking silly (obviously there has to be an element of uncanny valley there, but i do worry it could look corny if they don't have a very good makeup artist).

i'm also VERY worried they'll make both tally and shay white. my personal hc is that tally is white and shay is asian, but tally could be any ethnicity, and shay was imo pretty clearly a woman of color. though i wouldn't be surprised if the movie cuts the parts that indicate that the pretty committee's standards are super racist- i wouldn't be surprised if they cut the themes of self-harm, too. (though tbh i'm of two minds about how that was portrayed in the books; i see what they were going for, but i do agree with some criticism i've seen that it could've been handled better.) any YA adaptation is bound to have some of its edge taken out. like the hunger games movies were pretty damn edgy in some aspects, but they're downright sanitized compared to the books.

one thing's for sure. if a movie happens and if they portray the tally/shay relationship at all competently, there will be an influx of shippers. i can see the angsty lyrics edits now.

[simplegenius042]

Music Monday

Tagged by no one.

Tagging: @socially-awkward-skeleton @shallow-gravy @adelaidedrubman @inafieldofdaisies @josephslittledeputy @g0dspeeed @chazz-anova @cassietrn @poisonedtruth @josephseedismyfather @voidika @vampireninjabunnies-blog @detectivelokis @derelictheretic @wrathfulrook @direwombat @snake-in-the-garden and @strangefable + anyone else interested in joining.

Music below for The UnTitledverse, The Silver Chronicles and an Original Work called Wings And Horns.

Below is a song that fits Charlie Emily's lament for her missing love, Mario Emmett:

Summertime Sadness by Lana Del Ray

"Think I'll miss you forever Like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky Later's better than never Even if you're gone, I'm gonna drive (drive), drive

I got that summertime, summertime sadness Su-su-summertime, summertime sadness Got that summertime, summertime sadness Oh, oh-oh

Kiss me hard before you go Summertime sadness I just wanted you to know That baby, you the best."

Here's a song to describe Paul Yellowjack's fall and his current mindset below:

Shadow of Myself by JT Music

"I've already been through shit And still haven't seen how bad it gets Crashin' their party, bash in their heads Pick up a weapon and splatter the rest This violence has me laughin', after makin' a massive mess I guess, I'm past the point of saving, I'd rather end up dead! Give in to your temptation, transcend mortality Why let yourself be bound by mortal morality?!

Way past saving, can't be helped Just a shadow of myself Feel your darkness cascade over me (Cast it over me) Make me evil, feed me hell I'm a shadow of myself! Swallow my soul, take control of me (Takin' over me)

Take control of me, evil molded me."

Here's a song that I think fits my original story Wings And Horns rather well. For those who don't know, Wings And Horns is about the conflict between a pair of angels and demons over the validity and reasonableness as well as moral ethics of the "soulmate system", the former pair (Archangel (of Life) Metatron and his 13-year-old rookie Angel of Death companion, Azriel) trying to preserve and fix it, while the latter pair (Xiang and Jezebel Ba'al, a father-daughter duo consisting of a Demon from the Sloth Ring in Hell and the damned soul of a 10-year-old girl) are trying to disassemble and tear it down. Song below:

Do Ya Wanna Taste It by Wig Wam

"Tear your world apart, once the magic starts

Do ya really wanna, do ya really wanna taste it? What's going up must come down Do ya really wanna, do ya really wanna taste it? Baby, I'm losing ground Blind to what you'll soon become The mirror lies, the whole world's wrong but you Dancing with your blinkers on Throw your dog the invisible bone

Say I do (say I will), and put your jet in gear Anything to get you out of here Gotta go hit that ride to the setting sun (Pack it up, get ahead) I gotta leave this mess behind Gotta cruise from the blues, got a life to find What you need, there's to read on the dotted line

Kill your self-control, welcome to the show!"

[imogenkol]

— DOUBLE UQUIZ

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Which Type Of Protagonist Is Your OC?

How Is Your OC’s Soul Perceived?

reluctant chosen one

this is usually a teenager flung about by forces outside of their control, but it can also be anyone picked for a higher calling to a cause they don't believe in. your mission isn't just to complete the task at hand--it's about coming to your own conclusions, and finding the system is corrupt from the inside out. it's about returning the favor, and embracing righteous anger as a form of self-liberation. sure, you'll save the world. you'll also fuck up the people who made you do it.

the strong-willed

your soul has touched darkness and so you learned to wrap yourself within it. you felt fear and decided you would never let it control you again. you're not always all sharp edges and cool stares, but you refuse to be prey again. you turned your teeth into fangs so you would be the one to bite. you learned to growl louder than all the predators who stole your innocence. it may seem like you don't care, sometimes you try to pretend you don't, but i see the way you sharpen your knives when the ones you care about are hurting.

hot, sopping mess

oh my god what the hell happened to you. clearly something a little fucked up. you have been through trials and tribulations, but some kind of ball of fritzy emotions keeps you kicking. it's probably that raging, protective heart of yours. it's been broken so many times but still wants you to feel happy, somehow. you're loyal, and emotionally a mess, and a bit of a dumbass, but you know you're worth something. and you'll fight for that--and for those who stick with you--until the end.

the protecting nurturer

you have the heart that belongs to a warrior's mother. you ache for your loved ones and you'll fight to preserve their smiles. you take care of the people around you. you want them to feel safe and warm. you do anything to protect those around you, even if it's from themselves. you have an eye for the details no one else realizes they need. you're the one that makes a house a home. you make sure it's safe because you know what it was like to be afraid of the places that should have been comforting.

universe’s accident

you don't think you're special, but you really, really are. and yeah okay, maybe you weren't supposed to be here, but damn, we're glad you are. whatever prank the universe pulled, it was backfired beautifully. you're the type of protagonist whose flaws become their greatest assets. your boughts of bad luck eventually come back around as bonuses to you and what you protect as miraculous coincidences of earned convenience. always remember--there are no accidents.

the wonderlust heart

your soul longs for your adventure. sometimes you're filled with so many ambitions and dreams you think you might burst. you rush about in a frenzy, afraid to miss out on all the opportunities life has to offer. you see the world with all it's light and all its darkness and can't help but see something beautiful in every part. every star and every shadow. you say you're running towards your goals, but sometimes i think you're trying to escape the ugly things you couldn't paint over.

[sinning-23]

Socket Wrench: Introduction

Okay so fuck it… I saw the Super Mario Bros. Movie and this is not my fault but its fucking Seth Rogan and they gave him massive douche vibes and I’m HERE FOR IT. Anyway. Here'shis trainwreck of a donkey kong x reader fanfic…. Maybe some chapters I haven’t decided on yet. Let’s get this shit going….

Updates:

Chapter 1 found here

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Introduction

The last place you wanted to be was tagging along with some brand-spanking new entrepreneurs but here you were, a brand SPANKING new entrepreneur yourself. Now owning one of Brooklyn's first female-owned car mechanic shops was definitely a current stressor. You honestly were just here for advice. Still, it was beginning to look like you were doing charity work for the city's people.

“So, you guys jump into the sewers often orrrr just this once?” You question, cringing at the smell of the water and just the thought of what DISEASES lay within it. 

“No, this one is a first.” The eldest, Mario answers, leading the way as you and Luigi, his younger brother follows. 

There's a tension in the air as the pressure builds, the pipe you’re hanging onto threatening to bust any minute now. It seemed that Mario was taking his sweet time reaching for the handle and you were beginning to panic on everyone’s behalf. 

“Damnit grab the thing!” You yip, seeing the water begin to burst out as the pipe rattles. It was too late! You were falling into the depths of the city with the pair, treading further into the unknown. 

So this was beneath Brooklyn….well besides the trains. This was far more intricate than the entire city's plumbing system.

Oh yeah, this was definitely illegal...

There were restriction signs at every damn turn! You sigh, already in too deep as you continue to try and explore with the two. 

“So, what made you want to start your own business?” Luigi asks, genuinely curious.  He probably needed some light conversation to calm him down, and to be frank it’d be helping you too. 

“I don't like working for others, I prefer to be my own boss, shit gets done quicker that way.” You explain, shining your flashlight at a more offputting pipe laid between the usual silver. 

Green sure as hell stuck out. Maybe this was where this whole leak mess started…yet there wasn't any water in the surrounding area.

Maybe it was further back?

You take a step inside, trying to focus on your conversation with the green-clad Italian, but with every tip-toe step you took, you felt drawn in, a breeze almost inviting you to come closer….

And despite every last voice in your head telling yo ass to stop…you didn’t.

[upsilambic]

I was trying to find a post and realized I've been using Tumblr in the least efficient way possible. Not that this site is epitome of efficiency to begin with, but I clearly like to make my life harder.

For some reason, I've decided to use my que as some sort of bookmark system, kind of like, "Oh, I'll remember to get back to this later!" Except that I usually forget, and when I do remember, it is a damn mess trying to find it because I'm sifting through pages of que'd posts. Is there an easy way to skip to the end? I have no idea. I've haven't looked.

Then I ask myself why I didn't just reblog that particular post in the moment. Why indeed? There is no logic, only ~whimsy~ I'll be happily reblogging when my brain will suddenly say, "Wait, not yet! This one isn't ready. Let it sit for a bit. Post it later." I realize there is a scheduled post option, but that requires a level of foresight I don't always have.

The "like" button is even worse. It also gets used for bookmarking without the added benefit of the forgotten post eventually being reblogged when its time in que purgatory is up. I can't tell you the number of times I have wished there was a tagging system for likes so I could find things again. Of course, this begs the question why I didn't reblog that post in the first place. There is no good answer.

Even if there was a way to organize my list of likes, there's no guarantee I will use it reliably. I go through phases where I can't be bothered tag anything. It will build up until my inner Virgo can't stand it any longer, breaks free, and doesn't rest until all the things are tagged as they should be.

Anyway, there really isn't a point to this. Just don't be like me. Reblog those posts, and don't forget to tag.

[bloopitynoot]

Reading SVSSS: Chapter 9

For those who don't know, I am reading SVSSS for the first time and sharing my thoughts!

If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.

Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag bloopitynoot reads SVSSS. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read.

I feel so weird sitting here in the morning reading this, this has been my night-time routine for 8 chapters!

In all honesty the fic I was reading this morning just wasn't it/my brain kept coming back to my boy Shen Qingqiu, so here I am 8am on a Sunday heading into the Borderlands.

My teas are for evening- so this morning, hazelnut coffee!

ah, okay, intro to this chapter. I have been wondering how the afterlife works in this series. I hope we find out more than "the border of human and demons realms" p167

JK lol this is a physical place and not an afterlife p168

oh gosh, this is quite a mess! (Re: the political upheaval within the Cang Qiong Mountain sect as well as vs others) I kind of want to know what the side quest Shang Qinghua went on in the demon realm. p169

Oh baby Luo Binghe keeping Shen Qingqiu's corpse :( p169

okay but he also took Mo Qingfang with him so maybe they were trying to figure out a way to bring Shen Qngqiu back? p170

I would have loved to be privy to the Tea that Lu Liu was about to spill about his theories of Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu ahaha but instead we got a knock on the door interrupting p171

who is this newcomer??? Wait who's the second one?? The anticipation!! pp172-173

wait. "what year is it?" New character or??? p174

I fucking cant. Yes it is Shen Qinqgiu. but also the dramatic flair is too much RE: "faking your death is overdone, I must therefore actually die :)" p174

omg SQQ had a backup body made from the mushrooms! This is so wild. This was definitely Shang Qinghua's side quest for sure. p175

omg I can't stop laughing. What is with MXTX killing the leads and then twinkifying their new bodies. p176

it's been FIVE YEARS?!?!?!?!? p177. Oh damn, bless that he has an abundance of spiritual energy now!

He really told them his name was peerless cucumber- oh my. p178. Can we talk about how they then immediately stated he was a bottom with the Peerless "chrysanthemum, crown, flower.."p178

The hypocrite lol "It is wrong for you to profit from their misfortune" after he literally stole all the clothes on his back and a fancy fan for fun (and cultivating, but let's be real mostly fun). p180

why does everything just come back to SQQ just fantasizing about Luo Binghe's dick? We went from SQQ ranting about demon naming conventions to what he would call Luo Binghe's actual dick LOL p181

HEAVENLY PILLAR-JUN - pls end me XD stooop. p182

Meanwhile we have these demons sweating because they think this man is incredibly powerful and very unstable as SQQ laughs maniacally then slaps himself. p182 I really don't think they are wrong TBH.

oh no! I need to now what Liu Mingyan has been doing in the badlands! p184

but also SQQ assuming that Liu Mingyan is Luo BInghe's wife.

OOOOOO Sha Hualing is back! p185 I like love her as a villain, but hate her as a character. She's in a weird place for me, but I appreciate her LOL

Who the heck is this youth? p186

Jesus christ. the fact that in this moment SQQ hates Sha Hualing's nails- not because there is a kid about to get slice and diced, but because in the novel she uses them to tear up Luo BInghe's back when they fuck. I cannot with this man *face palm* p187

okay we have a name for this young master- Yang Yixuan, and this little baby is Liu Qingge's disciple! p188

learning about how Luo Binghe's cultivation works with his need to basically dual cultivate to level himself out has me officially believing that the system basically allowed SQQ to build the ideal body for Luo Binghe. he definitely has the excess spiritual power LOL p190

This interaction with Sha Hualing and Liu Mingyan tho...I really love Liu Mingyan! Wait- oh no! Not her clawing her face!!! p194

okay she did not get her face clawed

Well, my theory about SQQ building the perfect bod has more merit with the nuns now out of the picture. p197

Holy shit. he actually is strong enough to break through immortal binding cables!! p199

NOW he notices the script change LOL p201 "Shen Qingqiu had certainly never planned to fill in the gap they left behind himself. He had that old feeling of having accidentally picked up the wrong script- it made him vaguely suspicious that the scam of a System was still around"

Dang! he broke the net too! p201

and we have a small appearance by Luo Binghe!!!

Yay! I am so excited i've missed the system, glad it's back. even though it seems kind of broken lol p203

Well "peerless xiangsheng" and "senior peerless" are certainly better than peerless cucumber LOL p205

oh my. Well I mean, he's not entirely wrong is he? Re: Lu Liu's epic tale of the tragic one-sided love between Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu. (and this is the Tea I wanted at the beginning of the chapter, I am so happy about it). pp206-207

oh my sweet summer child "Those details aren't the slightest bit reliable, okay? 'The Truth' your sister! Even if I had no girl to fondle for twenty years, no matter how wretched I became, I wouldn't get so desperate that I'd get gay with a guy! Let alone get gay with the male lead!" p212

This Chapter LOL

This was definitely a needed pick up after we had that wretched death. But now I am so curious! I need to know how this turns into their weird but epic love story. When do these two collide??? What happens next???? (do not answer any of these questions LOL no spoilers, but I am very excited to read on).

[someonestole15]

It takes about the half-life of Polonium for me to write one post.

Dead are not silent.

In the dead of night, you can truly hear their whispers, each of them asking the same question. Why in a million years would I be the one to leave so soon? I keep thinking on an answer to that question but so far, I have found nothing but static, dead air. Radio crackling from the dying signal, I allowed it to slip loose from my grip and fall into the void beneath me. Bright light ahead, forming into a console somewhere within my OS.

>>CPU impact detected, checking system status... >>Unit condition compromised, Damage within acceptable limits. Proceeding with reboot

From my dreams back to reality, a voltage coursed from my powercells through to my heart and CPU, kick starting everything and sending most sensors to 11. Hurts like hell, I tried to keep my breathing calm as the shock faded into a blissful numbness with the safeties cutting off the data flow. Sensory input returning slowly and the numbness subsiding, I hazily got on one knee as my gyroscopes started calibrating. Which way is down, gravity pull this way so that must be it, right, now how does one walk again...

Systems calibrating to my weight, one leg at a time I stood myself up and took in the surroundings, my scanners painting the forest around me in wireframe before the optical systems finally calibrated, allowing color to return to my vision. Rain, navigations messed up so no idea how we got here, I patted down my jacket and noticed my pistol and shotgun were still in their place and the hazmat suit, despite a few scuffs, was still intact.

Booting up my scanners, I felt them spin around for a bit inside my skull before settling in to the front and scanning the zones around me. No active hostiles, the scan came up with four tags near me, it took a moment for the identifier to read their tags. Rest of X-ray, status: alive, a faint sigh of relief got through my filters as I glanced up to see cooling towers visible above the trees at a range of approx. 300m, my rangefinder could not get an accurate reading.

Slow and steady to where Valkyrie was lying, the rest of squad not far from her. Red visible even through the hazmat gear and her scanners quietly ticking away, I gently pulled her over to her side and gently shook her.

“Hey, you better not be dead on me.”

 “Who...” Dazed but alive, she grabbed onto my jacket shortly before identifying me. “Oh it’s you. Where were you, what happened?”

“Not sure, seems I caught a close look at a rifle stock if I read my logs correctly.” I responded as I gave her my hand and helped her up.

“We had a similar tale from what I can remember; the security team took us down as soon as we got out of the range of the cameras.”

“Things are not adding up, but we have more important things to figure out what is going on.”

“Alright, I got your six.” She said while racking back the slide on her handgun, the faint red glow from her eye shining through the mask.

Speculation as the only thing to rely on, we moved from marker to marker, waking up our remaining squad members. One by one, the tracker on my HUD filled up and once we had all five, we took shelter near a service cabin close to the edge of the clearing, using the piled up logs as cover. Rations and medical kits to recover and bind up the few wounds, the weather started to clear up but the mood in the squad was clearly down.

“So now what?” Oscar asked, grabbing the pack of smokes from his vest pocket once again.

“I need to think... What did you find inside?” Richter asked, holding onto his bandaged arm. Likely painful even if just a graze, it would take a moment for the painkillers to kick in.

“It was more than a leak, the entire section was contaminated and the traces were consistent with a chemical weapon we found on that haul a few weeks back.”

“Right, they knocked us out once we were out of camera range... Played me like I was some damn boy scout.” Richter said with bitterness in his voice and pacing around, kicking away small rocks and sticks as he walked.

“Breathe. Don’t get angry, get even.”

“Even? All right... We need to get through to Control.”

“I think... Yes, I am getting a signal through; whatever they were using for jamming is not active anymore.” Diana said, followed by a round of testing from the rest of us. Hazy signal but it did connect; Richter grabbed hold of his radio with a pained grunt before switching over to his working arm.

“Control, this is X-ray, do you copy?”

“Control copies, thought we lost you X-ray.”

“Situation update, stand by.”

“Copy, send traffic.”

Traffic sent, data packages from smaller pieces coming together, the radio remained quiet until Richter had relayed all the information, responding only with a quiet “Copy that.”

“X-ray, this is Control. Listen up; it is clear from what you said that the mission objective could still be completed. We will dispatch a backup team to assist in both containing the hazardous materials and securing the plant. Going to be a hell of debrief...”

“Roger that control, what are our orders?”

“Secure the front gate for a rendezvous with the backup team and continue operation Pale Flame. We’ll look into who or what might have caused the guards to turn on a rear echelon unit.”

“Got it, X-ray out.” Richter said into his radio before turning to the rest of us. “You heard the man. We will secure the front gate for our backup unit. Phoenix, are you able to take point?”

“Ready and able.”

“Good, rest of you, spread out and cover the flanks. Clear? Good, execute.”

An arrow cutting across the clearing and onto the forest road leading back towards the plant, scanners like flashlights leaving no place to hide as the road beneath our boots shifted from gravel to dirt and finally asphalt. Arriving at a row of garages and shutter doors, we cleared corners and moved through the area, avoiding a few blocked off paths and reaching the road leading to the plant itself. Short jog from here to the reactor complex, I grabbed cover as Richter gave the command to halt.

“Anything on the scanners?”

“All quiet.”

“Same here.”

“I would have expected a patrol by now, something is certainly not right.

“That many guards for a lone power plant... ”

“Take cover. Time to kick the hornets’ nest.” Richter said under his voice as he drew his pistol and removed the magazine, firing one shot towards the sky. Echoing throughout the forests and sending a flock of birds scattering from the trees, I could hear the faint clicking from my sling mounts as we waited for anything to appear on the scanners. Loud to silent again, the wind rustling the fabric on my jacket and nothing on the scanners, just as on the way here.

“Clear. Double time, head on a swivel.”

Steady pace across the opening and into the plant complex, we double-timed it across the parking lots and access paths until we reached the front gate. Our truck was still parked there, partially covered by a blue tarp, almost as if someone had tried to hide it. Security cameras and motion trackers offline beyond the fence, the container command outpost had been dismantled, but the handler was nowhere to be seen. After confirming that the gatehouse was empty, we kept our eyes on the plant and waited for the backup team to arrive.

Boot tapping gently against the concrete to the beat of the track, my scanners picked up movement along the road. Pause, the faint hum of an engine reached my audio systems as the radio signal came through.

“X-ray, this is Gamma, do you copy?”

“This is X-ray, we hear you.”

“Copy, we are approaching now, how’s the situation at the gate?”

“Gate is clear.”

“Glad to hear X-ray, Gamma out.”

Faint humming to a low-pitched growl as an APC pulled through the gate and parked up near the middle of the parking lot, deploying a squad of CTO soldiers before a large transport truck followed it in. Hauling what I would guess to be a mobile laboratory, it passed us and stopped behind the APC, deploying a smaller crew of CTO soldiers, one of them wearing an orange armband over his dark hazmat suit.

“2-2 takes security. 2-3, on me.” Voice muffled by the mask and with an electronic buzz to it, the man seemed to be quite carefree despite the situation at hand.

“Looks like we got here just in time, you haven’t burned the place down just yet. Lieutenant Ryan Gray, Gamma squad command, here to assist.”

“Glad to have you Gray, I trust Barnett gave you the details?”

“Chemical weapon on the loose and we’re here to help in containing it. We gathered the ones who weren’t busy or dying, so you got all hands of 2-3.”

“We managed to secure a scan of a sample before the guards turned on us, shouldn’t take too long to work out what works.” Diana said, pulling up the chemical formula on her PDA.

“Alright, Davis and Carlson, lend her a hand. Richter, stage is all yours.”

“We had a team recon the inside of the plant. So far, it seems the contamination is localized inside this section of labs here.” Richter explained while setting up a small holographic mapping tool and pulling up the plants blueprints on it.

“These kinds of laboratories usually have an external sprinkler access point, so all we have to do is locate it once we have figured out what we need.”

“External, so outside... It seems to be clear out here but we cannot be sure about the inside. If the security team is hunkered down in there, they could potentially cause more harm than just a chemical leak.”

“Indeed, I think we form three teams, one per reactor and secure them. We have enough soldiers to have at least three soldiers from 2-2 in the squads.”

“I’ll take one.”

“You sure Richter?”

“I’m sure; a busted wing is not going to keep me down.”

 “Full of piss and vinegar that one... All right, two more.”

“I’ll take a team; I was on the team doing internal recon so I have a basic layout in my memory.”

“I didn’t catch your name.”

“Phoenix.”

“Think I’ve heard that somewhere... If Richter is fine with it, then so am I.”

“All yours. Bring them back alive.”

“Will do.”

“Oscar, I want you on the third team.”

“Yep, I might be a bit rusty on the team leading but I’ll give it a run.

Plan coming together, we divided into our teams and rearmed, the empty medical kits to full and damage to the equipment patched together. Richter in charge of Alpha, me running as the lead for Beta and Oscar taking Gamma’s name for his squad, easing up the communications as everyone behind was now under the X-ray squad marker.

Cassander, Alexander and Demetrius, three old kings lending their names to the three reactors inside, I felt the faint feeling of claustrophobia creeping in as my filters settled in place and the squad communications came online. Richter’s team headed for Cassander and Oscars made their way to the Demetrius, leaving Alexander for us, I reminded myself of the basics of squad commands and took point with Valkyrie and the rest of the squad behind me. Trust takes time and I am glad to see Richter having enough to let me run this squad in here, Ryan stayed behind with the laboratory and comms, losing both our contacts to the CTO command, although not something I’d do every day... I have enough in keeping Valkyrie and myself alive, having a third member ended up in a dead dog. Shake myself back to reality; we got a job to do.

Déjà vu walking across the corridors, a trail of dusty footsteps still visible on the floors although faintly, we made our way through with multiple red warning lights and a low tone alarm making the entire area feel more eerie than before. Reports of warnings and alarms matching what we heard from the other teams, we carried on deeper inside the utility corridor; the radiation readings remained low, almost too low even for an inactive reactor.

Blast door spanning across the corridor, bringing us to a halt, the squad took positions to guard the rear and sides while I pointed one of the soldiers to open the door via the terminal.  Quick fingers and equipped with the required access keys, the soldier, tagged on my HUD as Fox, got through the doors security and unlocked it.

“Nice job Fox. Pack up, we’re moving.” Valkyrie and two others through the door, Fox stopped me before I could pass through and handed me their tablet.

“Sir, I think you’ll want to see this.”

“Lay it on me, what am I looking at?”

“I managed to get into the main control systems to see the reactor status and the percentage there shows zero fuel.”

“What?”

“All the control rods are fully deployed and the turbines are slowing down, likely running on trace steam from the reactors cooling system. It will likely last a few more hours but after that this place will go dark.”

“And no sign of the security teams anywhere... There is no way they could have hauled off that amount of fissile material so either they are still in the core or moving it out now. Let’s get a move on, relay this to the other teams.”

“On it sir.”

Past the blast door and through a few security doors, we reached the reactor control room. Servers recording data in separate rooms and more switches than there are days in a year, another pair of soldiers, tagged as BAT and HOUND, split up and started running down the reactor checklist. No direct access to the reactor core but a large steel shutter covering the window with several radiation warnings and instructions written on it, I felt the faint buzz of radiation emanating through it.

“Can you get this shutter open?”

“Working on it, the system keeps locking out on me.” Hound stated, tapping on the keyboard and responding to Bat as they ran down the checklist. Eyes darting across the screens, Hound finally let out a sigh as he tapped enter one more time and the shutter started opening.

“There, this thing is antique. Bat, next item.”

“Right, next on the list is...”

Small increase in radiation on the scanners but again, not enough to match a running reactor, the core hanged from the mounts above a pool of coolant with all of its shielding open, the control rods lowered and all the spots where the fuel was supposed to be, empty. Therefore, the data was right, and with no guards in sight, it was as if they had taken the fuel with them, running the possibilities through my head, I grabbed hold of my radio and contacted Richter.

 “Richter, it’s Phoenix, we got an empty reactor housing here.”

“Same over here Phoenix, zero fuel. Logs say it was running this morning so there had to be fuel here.”

“Oscar, anything on your end?”

“Same with our reactor, no rods.”

“Roger that, secure any information and logs you can find then bring the reactor to a shutdown state. After that, rendezvous back at the front gate. Richter out.”

“You heard the man, pull the plug and copy the drives.”

“On it.”

Voice over the PA, announcing the reactor shutdown protocol before the shielding lowered back into place and reducing the radiation readings to near zero. Bat and Hound brought the reactor down and confirmed the shutdown had been completed and everything related to the core was in standby, would not want the pumps flooding the place with nothing to cool down.

Needle back to zero, terminals scoured for information and sensors recorded before securing the control room with rolls of warning tape and leaving the facility, reuniting with the rest of the team and meeting back up with them by the front gate.

Cataclysm event incoming with 26 tons of nuclear material missing, I do not want to see someone setting this place on fire.

Then again...

Hey there, sorry I've been gone again.

Life has been a lot for a while now and I am battling writers block even as I post this. Being sick and having no voice from the coughing left me with few options for things to do, so here I am.

The heat is also getting to me but staying hydrated has somewhat helped with that and I urge you to do the same.

Starting up the next post soon enough, hopefully the waiting time between then and now won't be that long.

Catch you later. Harry

[lordascapelion]

WIP Questionnaire

Tagged by @fenatics, thanks!

I'll do this for Pulse Saga, which is technically sort of finished? But oh well who cares.

What's the first part of your wip you created?

Pulse Saga had a definitive starting point when I devised the central twist that takes place at the end. Everything else about the story grew around that, from the magic system, to the other characters and the world itself.

If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

Hmmmm a tough one, to be sure. I've matched songs to certain scenes or concepts, but not an OP...

What are your favorite characters that you made? Why?

Probably Irene, the mew friend of the main character, Eduardo. I put a lot of my own traits onto her and I find her desire to break out of the confines of her societal role to be compelling. Also, the main villain, Wormwood, who's a fun character to write- an arrogant bastard who enjoys messing with people and knows just how strong he is.

What other pieces of media do you think your fan base would share?

Pulse Saga takes inspiration from 90s JRPGs, so I'd hope that fans of those might find it appealing. Probably would have fans for anyone who likes more character-heavy sci-fi and fantasy action anime, such as Blue Exorcist.

What has been your biggest struggle with your wip?

Cutting is always really difficult, because you naturally want to keep everything and sometimes you have to cut something that's really near and dear to your heart... but alas. I also had to come to the realization that I basically had to cut the book in half at one point, because it was too damn long.

Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

Uh, animals? I guess. Farm animals and random wildlife. It's not really a huge part of the story.

How do your characters get around?

On foot or in armored personnel carriers. One character can fly!

What part of your wip are you working on right now?

It's actually done! But now I'm to the point where I have to query and that... ugh, what a nightmare that is.

What aspects (tropes, maybe?) will you think draw audience in?

The setting: Post-apocalyptic, but more of a "green apocalypse", where nature has filled in to fill the void left by humanity's near destruction. Biomechanical killing machines roam the forests and anyone who remains outside of walls for too long is liable to fall prey to a curse that drives you mad.

The main character's conflict: Eduardo has to realize that the world he grew up in is far from the perfect world he had thought. He has to question what his authority figures have told him and is plagued by uncertainty. He's the kind of guy who is never content with just what's on the surface and that takes its toll on him.

The action: I think that my action scenes are pretty well written (at least my critique partners and beta readers said so!) Should be fun for anyone who likes reading about magical powers and special talents.

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have fun!

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ALRIGHT I HAVE TIME NOW LETS SPEEDRUN THESE CHAPTERS

chapter 3

"Entertaining the idea of just vanishing to save everyone the trouble" kdj no no stop that get your hand off the backpack

hes just. sitting. in the middle of the apartment. i dont know why that mental image is so funny to me

“Listen to me first, kid. I'm coming with you. I have a few things to say to those shitty relatives of yours.” HELL YEAHHH

“Now we can get back on topic of my shit aunt and uncle,” he deflects attention, pulling out his phone. “I'll just write to let Yerim know she doesn't need to kill this ajussi,” damnit

hes getting hugs :')

chapter 4

“Maybe instead of equipment I'll just tag along and beat up anyone who dares to look at my little brother the wrong way?” aw they're already calling each other siblings :]

“Let's go and scam some paper-pusher!” I love Yerim

ooo those yoo jin have beef with the guild people ?

SHE CALLED HIM DAD

i know dokja's backstory by heart at this point but everytime i read it again im still overwhelmed with sadness oh my god dokja

“I… need to go back home. Hug him when he gets back. Make sure no one ever again looks at him wrong. Kill whoever tries.” NICE

chapter 5

he called him a gift,,

"(Did no one compliment this kid before?)" you did!! you just did !!! OUGH

"… there might be something wrong with this kid." yeah. just a little. just a smidge

a . a typo. okok im going to make the most batshit theory

dokja knows this is a fic.

ok you can burn me at the cross now

ALSO ITS THE 4TH WALL! I SWEAR DOKJA YOU DISSOCIATIVE ASS

chapter 6

“Whole lot. I know some from how they targeted Yoohyun and me. You definitely should keep your distance from them,” nice shared trauma

"And a moment later the high-end A-rank boss monster appears. Well, that shouldn’t be happening in the next 3 years, so… yeah, you messed up, system." RIP DAMN

.. yoo joonghyuk ? i might be completely wrong

HELL YEAH ANOTHER CHILD

The S Ranks I Raised x ORV crossover. (Dokja as awakened 16 yo, with YJH as *summon*)

Yay or nay?

i'll be honest i have never read S Ranks I Raised (tbh my orv fixation kinda came out of no where-- i usually don't read webnovels heh) but i would say go for it ! :] ill still read it and just. reverse engineer anything about S Ranks I Raised. its going to lead to some wildly insane ideas about the novel but thats part of the fun