#oh well there’s always bonus rounds if i end up doing that

[themiiofalltime]

stressed is the real winner at the end of time

FINALS: I WANT DIE (RTGame) vs TWO FACED (Vinesauce)

[confused-wanderer]

It would be hilarious if villains loved Nightwing and were terrified of Officer Dick Grayson.

Dick Grayson- who is used to open spaces and adrenaline- being stuck in a boring bleak office, surviving on shots of coffee and red bull with caffeine that would make Tim concerned.

The thugs soon realised that unlike most of the other cops - Dick was from Gotham.

No one fucks with Gothamites.

Villain *shooting at Dick with machine guns*

Dick *appearing from the shadows behind him*: Boo.

Villain: THIS IS A FIVE STOREY BUILDING HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET HERE

Or

Thief *throwing a counting down bomb at Dick*

Dick: *catching and tossing the bomb at a safe distance before turning round and shooting it so it explodes mid air while running after thief*

Thief: .. what the actual fuck

Dick: Gee look at all that time you had! Shame you threw it away :D

Thief:

Dick: I’m from Gotham

Thief *realising they fucked up* : Please don’t steal my bones

OR

Shooter: *sets elaborate booby traps throughout the houses in an active hostage situation*

Dick *using his training as robin and inhuman flexibility to surpass them with ease*: Ah been a while since I got to have a nice stretch thank you.

Shooter:

Dick:

Shooter:

Dick: .. Hi :)

Shooter: Are you Satan?

AND

In interrogation room

Murderer: I think I’ll take your eyes and add them to my collection

Dick *running on spite and caffeine that could give Superman a sugar rush* : Funny.. I was going to say the same thing to you

Murderer: .. what

Dick: I wouldn’t take your eyes though.. they look like the inspiration behind the whole Medusa’s “look at it and you turn to stone” thing-

Murderer: Hey! Take that back before I gut you

Dick *smile stretching wider without blinking* : oh? Or what? I know everything about you. Who says I can’t kill you and walk out with everyone being none the wiser? I know how to kill someone too..you aren’t special.

Murderer:

Murderer: I’m scared for my safety.

Because the thing is, Nightwing is who Dick really is. It’s who he can be free as, be himself as without red tapes and regulations. Where he can give as good as he gets, and he’s kind and empathetic. He gets to help the downtrodden and goes easy on most of them if they give up right away, not to mention the fact that he never causes permanent damage.

But officer Dick Grayson is a different story. He runs on sleepless nights and no self preservation. Seeing an officer with an uncanny skill set they’re scarily good at, not to mention the cheery attitude he always has scares the shit out of criminals. Cuz no way in hell is a smiling Gothamite not a deranged one. He chases crimes like a bloodhound, and isn’t afraid to make good on threats he makes to ensure they never hurt anyone again.

Bonus if the batfam doesn’t know about this.

Red hood: Shit I can’t believe we ended up in Bludhaven

Red Robin *tying up the corrupt politican* : Since this is a sensitive case, we need someone we can trust to make sure it is seen through.

Red hood: .. So we paying a visit to Officer Grayson?

Politician *screeching* : NO NO NO NO! PLEASE NOT HIM!! JUST KILL ME INSTEAD AND TAKE ALL MY MONEY I CANT DEAL WITH HIM!

Red hood: .. is he fucking serious?

Henchmen: Sir he is. And we agree. Please take our bones and kill us but don’t take us to Officer Grayson.

Red Robin: Wait what did he do?

Henchman 1: He asked boss if the hat was sentient.. and said that if it was would it make that hat the top and boss the bottom.

Henchman 2: Last time we met I tried to shoot him but suddenly my gun was blank and he raised his hand and let the ammo drop

Red Hood: Well even I could do that-

Henchman 2: They were my bullets. I had selected the colour personally.

Red robin *growing concerned*

Henchman 3: He sang a lullaby to a child when we were holding the station hostage, and replaced the people with my family members. He even sang their social security numbers!

Henchman 4: He’s the most dangerous of them all. I ain’t shitting ya when I say he’s as scary as the bat from Gotham.

*all nodding in agreement*

Red hood:

Red Robin:

Red hood: Nah that doesn’t sound like Dick

Red Robin: Agreed. Let’s go there Hood.

*villains’ sobbing intensifies*

[reshinless]

hi!!! i hope ur doing well>< can u do kinich with a shy s/o but get reaaally freaky in bed?

art creds: @ sumi_noth on x

warnings: p in v sex, anal penetration, afab!reader (no specified gender), consent king kinich, freaky ass reader, handcuff usage, blindfold usage, dirty talk kind of, but mostly praise, oral(?, eating you out),

he didn't expect your interests to be... different from your actions, or at least in public. your shy grasps on his arm if ever you were anxious, or the habit of standing in front of you to intimidate

or the flushed expression that danced across your cheeks when he complimented you. it could be the arm that grasped your waist when he knew you were uncomfortable.

well, whatever it was, it was cute in its own way.

but looking at you and comparing to then—are you really the same person...? maybe you have a secret twin!

"n- nngh! kin— pleasef- I wan' it s'bad!" you whined, feeling him strike your insides for the umpteenth time. he really didn't mind but he could see how shaky your legs were.

"y'sure? you're trembling, baby." "mmn, need more, please?"

he simply tilted his head, you looked tired. he doesn't care too much about himself since his stamina sustains for very long. but yours didn't.

he swore this little thing of yours lasted a week each month. always telling him how bad you needed him with those pleading eyes. he couldn't say no, that'd be mean!

"whatever you want, sweetheart."

he'd give you the world if possible, but he cares for your safety, so he does end up not going through with your feralness in bed. no matter how cute your whining and begging might be- he doesn't want to take advantage of the fact that you want all of him more than just seven rounds.

one time you asked him to cuff you to the bed, and he asked more than just five times. you.. want him to use his elemental skill to tie you to the bed post? is that really safe?

well, he wouldn't complain too much, pulling on the vine line like a leash if he just decided on cuffing them behind you, or grasping your hair while you take him from behind.

as long as you're okay with it ('till he notices you're visibly tired). he learns to know your limits as well, no more how freaky you are. cause he isn't with you for the sake of sex, but for you yourself.

these moments with you were just a bonus. and in which he very much treasured. oh well, back to the blurb of him slamming you from behind.

he likes positions where he sees your face better. the one he usually sees hiding in the strands of your hair, or in the softness of your palms. he promises he doesn't have a corruption kink or whatever but damn he loved the way your expression would distort to something so naughty. fuck, he needed this as much as you did.

the sounds he long sought after for back when you both weren't even together yet, he didn't want to admit- but he did fantasize this. how the lewd mewls would spill like a river from the beauty and softness of your mouth.

he couldn't help but groan right into the shell of your ear. instinctively his mouth moves, to praise you of course.

"doin' s'fuckin well for me sweetheart, just keep taking me in like that yeah?"

you could feel yourself clench at the very end of his sentence. fuck you didn't know praise could feel this good, his movements matched with the quick, lusty grunts he let out.

even when he placed the blindfold onto your pretty head. he missed your pretty eyes, the way they'd look at him with a pleading look. he could barely see how your eyebrows furrowed.

that's alright, he liked how you seemed so vulnerable, not knowing where to place your hands, and you can't predict what he'd do, or where his touch would land next (which was your entrance)

placing his lips onto the soft folds, licking you up and down with tease. hearing you moan and sob, asking him to stop edging and get to the point, but he doesn't really like when you're being a little bratty.

"take what i give you, or i'll leave you like this, 'kay?"

and you couldn't do anything but nod. his cold words sent shivers down your spine, combined with the kitty licks to your clit, the coldness of his ungloved palms that spread your legs apart, squeezing them every now and then.

really loves the way you taste though, loves how addicting it can get. you're the only drug he'd ever take.

once he's done "punishing" you, he goes right back to being the sloppy eater he is. his mouth basically attached itself to your soppy entrance.

doesn't matter if you're cumming or not—he laps everything up like a homeless man who's got food for the first time in forever.

he doesn't know what it is- maybe it's the scent, or is it truly the taste? maybe it could be the way it looks? or maybe how it feels? he doesn't get why he wants your essence so bad, but whatever magic it has he hopes it'll last him lifetimes (or at least last you a good orgasm)

overall is just "whatever you want, my love" and makes sure you get the best out of it! :)

[gambleofstars]

Luficer HCs for Tall!Reader (gn)

₍ ⌨ ᶻᶻᶻ gambleofstars is typing ... ₎

ପ(๑•̀ᴗ•̀)* NOTICE: part of this post is NSFW, so minors do not interact.

↳ ❝ [a/n: i just really like this pathetic little man and i wanna take a lil bite outta him :3 anyway this is 100% self-service tbh, i'd love to be ridiculously tall and just twirl pretty boys around in my arms] ¡! ❞

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ No matter your stature, seniority and hierarchy are still a thing, so when Charlie introduces you to his (adorably tiny) dad, you bow your head and call him 'your majesty'

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ But over time, as you become his advisor and close confidant, you take great pleasure in using your height to your advantage; like sneakily peeking over his shoulder to see him doing his little arts-and-crafts projects.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ The one thing you loved doing and Lucifer found embarrassingly hot extremely annoying is lifting him up at random times. Oh he's reaching for something on high shelf? Up he goes on one of your shoulders. He's dragging his feet on an early morning meeting? Your arms are ready for a bridal carry. He's just lounging around? Now he's laying atop of you with his face in your chest.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ And you know this man loves physical contact.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ (He'll grumble about 'respecting royalty' but he'll wrap his arms around your shoulders and enjoy the warmth of your embrace and that lovely fragrance you always use.)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Mind you, all this is after many years of you both getting closer; so Lucifer trusts you completely. With his daughter's life, even.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ So it's not surprise he enjoys being pampered and worshipped for once especially since his last relationship didn't end well . He enjoys letting you drape his night robe over his shoulders when he wakes up, or fixing his hair as you circle over him.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ You'll mutter: "How cute" and he will blush like a delicate little maiden. It really is the cutest thing.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ You'd complain about having to crane your neck down all the time, but the sight of Lucifer's eyes looking up at you, all doe and round, make it worth it.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ And he obviously loves the height difference between the two of you (looking at the old family portrait, he clearly has a type and you'll definitely tease him about it).

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ One of the main reasons he loves your height is the fact that when he does get into that lonely, depressive, dark space in his mind, he can curl up into a ball and be held by your secure embrace.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Next morning, he'll rouse from his sleep, place a kiss on your cheek and ask if you want any coffee. You'll kiss him back and effortlessly lift him up to go to the kitchen together.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ (The second best thing is that he's basically eye level with your chest which is a huge bonus.) NSFW. mdni.

NSFW. mdni.

𓆩♡𓆪 You already know this man has a size difference kink. Like, come on just look at him: all the forms you can choose in the world and you choose a pathetic pretty boy?

𓆩♡𓆪 He likes getting thrown around. Manhandling him in bed will get you cute little protesting whines, but he won't retaliate, he knows his tastes are obvious.

𓆩♡𓆪 Lifting him up with his thighs around your waist is a sure way of making him beet red from the tips of his ears, all the way down to his neck. It looks very pretty on his skin, in all honesty.

𓆩♡𓆪 Honestly, he loves all the marks you leave on him - be it teeth or nail (you always apply balm to it soon enough anyway).

𓆩♡𓆪 Even though he is million times stronger than you, he will let you pin him down with his little wrists and pretend to struggle as you kiss and lick at his neck.

𓆩♡𓆪 He also loves it when your shadow looms over him like a mountain when he's on his back; it's almost like you're keeping him secure from the world's eyes, it feels so, so intimate.

𓆩♡𓆪 Aftercare is also made easy with his small and your big statures.

i love this man i love this man i love this man i love this man i love this man i love this man i love this man i love this man i love this man i love this man i love this man i love this man... :3

signing off, gambi

[the-summ0ning]

Obsessive/Possessive!Bestfriend!Vessel HC :(

content warnings: swearing, oblivious ves :/, aware reader, poor editing, rambling, two idiots in love

a/n: I personally have beef with this one bc my Tumblr kept crashing as I wrote this on multiple occasions through the week, and I got fed up oops (so sorry if this is a bit eh). Pt 2 perhaps when I'm less ready to throw my phone and laptop against a wall maybe a more NSFW edition?

Bsf Ves who thought it was normal to feel intense emotions towards you. He was always intense and profound about his feelings in general, so why would that exclude his best friend?

He was protective, but he was protective of all the people he cared about?!

So of course it was so normal for him to always walk you home after hanging out even if your place was a breezy block away. It was only a bonus to keep the hang out going for fifteen extra minutes with one of his, if not, his most favorite person!!!

Especially during cold nights, and you’d grab his hand intertwining your chilled fingers with his. Always telling him how he was so warm and inviting, leaning into his touch. That flush on his cheeks? Psh from the brisk weather, nothing else, why’d you ask?

Ignoring the annoying feeling of butterflies in his stomach whenever he was in your presence

and you ignored the fact you weren't down bad for him

he was the first person you showed your shopping hauls to.

His personal favorites were when you'd send pictures in the dressing rooms asking for his opinion. Not caring if there nearly 20 attachments to go through

he was simply no help, he was but a guy, and thought you looked good in everything hehe

close best friends just always were overly affectionate with one another, right?

Like cuddling casually, legs entwined, his rough fingertips slipping underneath your shirt tracing patterns on your tummy :( not bc he liked how soft your skin felt, but bc it calmed you and made you less restless

or or or when he'd be writing lyrics or gaming, he'd be sitting on the floor, and you on the couch running fingers through his hair. All solely to help him focus. You couldn't help how he'd stop what he was doing to crane his neck upwards to stare dreamily at you with a dopey smile

When you knew you'd be spending the night at his house, you'd lotion extra, and spritz a couple more pumps of fragrance on you and your things. Not bc you had hopes it'd linger on his sheets, and you wanted to get his on and off situationship you weren't fond of secretly to get the hint to buzz off finally BUT bc you just liked to smell nice and clean to rot in bed with Vessel

And he totally didn't use boys night as an excuse to stay up and occasionally glance at your location, while you went out with pals, awaiting your “just got home” text. Finally feeling tired enough coincidentally once he got the notification and kicking everyone out or going home to bed.

Or pushing past his social anxiety, to go out and make his rounds with IV or Sam to the pubs for a pint or to watch a match. He was /totally/ a big sports guy like his two friends so why wouldn’t he enjoy a loud rowdy overstimulating environment to watch a game?

He, in fact, did not care for sports like Ivy and Sam did and only knew enough to keep up with conversations.

And he definitely did not subject himself to these nights only bc he knew you liked to end nights at these specific pubs or occasionally came out to meet your mutual friends for drinks. And certainly not to see you in real time in your going out outfit, even though he looked at the picture you sent him before leaving your place frequently throughout the night

“Oh hey! I didn’t know you’d be here? Let me buy your next drink darling!”

You knew Vessel too well, knowing his disdain for these social settings. So every time you saw him at your favorite pub, you’d shoot him a look and he’d only sheepishly smile.

“The guys dragged me out of the house. So annoying.” He’d groan, and rub the back of his neck in annoyance

Yeah he was so normal about you.

Like a normal best friend would disregard every person you dated right? You only deserved the best and dating that person is settling in Vessel’s eyes?

Scowling immediately when he’d meet them, grilling the fuck out of your date. Watching how their hands lingered on you throughout the night, and how his chest tightened, knowing that should be him beside you, touching you like that

It wasn’t jealousy, never that. Just that protectiveness he felt for you—and all his friends ofc (can’t forget his other friends)

After a series of failed dates, tonight taking the cake, you showed up to Vessel’s house, disappointed needing the comfort of your best friend. You came right from the date to his place still in your pretty outfit you wore.

His chest tight and aching seeing how upset you were curled up on his couch, in his hoodie and sweats, blundering on everything you could have done wrong rather than accessing what your date did wrong

Seething about it actually, how could the person that brought him so much joy think they could have royally screwed things up?! He’s met a handful of the people you dated, they were all so wrong for you!

If they were wrong, who was right then?

That is when it smacked him in the face rather aggressively, feeling agitated hearing you ramble how you must have been unworthy and so broken for someone to love you. But he had loved you so effortlessly, it was one of the easiest feats he has done in his lifetime. Your imperfections and all were laid bare to him, and he still hadn’t recoiled because of it.

“But I love you.” It tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop himself.

A half hearted smile on your face, sniffling, wiping your stray tears with the floppy oversized sleeve of his hoodie. “You’re my best friend, Ves. It’s different.”

What he didn’t know was your miserable effort to date was to distract and repress what you knew was love that blurred that bordered more than platonic would be unreciprocated. Realizing months ago, it was always more, but rather staying friends, keeping it locked away, in fear he'd reject you. That most of the conversations on your dates involved stories with him, only tonight, realizing that was your flaw so blatantly.

He was the brightest star of your universe. An overbearing presence that made your dates uncomfortable, but you had considered him and you a package deal for anyone wanting to get to know you

And when you'd moan about your love life woes, it subtly included him as well.

“Would it be so horrible if I love you more than a best friend should?” It was a quiet confession that you thought you imagined if he wasn’t on the other side of the couch facing you. Leaving air caught in your throat, speechless. The air growing tense with the silence between you two

“It wouldn’t be horrible.” You finally willed the words out, but your nerves were clawing at you not at the realization that your feeling were reciprocated.

"So let me then." he willed, inching closer to you. "Let me show you how you deserved to be treated, and stop entertaining these lame fucks." His face now so close to yours, hand cupping your cheek

You searched his eyes for any chance he was messing with you. This had to be dream right?? The brush of his thumb on your cheekbone the only thing grounding you back to earth. Only nodding dazed at his words making him smile gently. "I need words, dove." his thumb trailed to your bottom lip, dragging it down a bit.

"That's all I wanted to hear for months." You admitted shyly.

That was all it took for his lips to be pressed against yours in a soft kiss, all the tension dissolving and encrypted into the gesture. The love, frustration, and yearning melding between your mouths, his hand wrapping in the hair at the nape of your neck to bring you impossibly closer.

"We were never meant to be just friends." He mumbles against your lips.

"Never." you agreed, crawling into his lap.

[dickgraysonisnothereforthis]

Yeah, I’ll Let You Cut Me Open (jason todd x vampire!reader)

Jason’s always twitchy after a fight. Good thing you show up.

Another installment of the jason x vampire!reader series. You know the drill, foul language and suggestive content.

The rest of the series is on my masterlist

Humor, fluff. Ain’t nothing else going on, boys.

No use of y/n

I have no idea how long this is.

—————

Jason sighs, looping the end of the zip tie and tightening it against the unconscious perp’s wrists. Panting heavily, fight barely over, he methodically checks the man for injuries. Other than a few broken teeth courtesy of Jason’s fists, the man seems fine. Almost ildly, Jason brings a finger to his own neck, hunting for his pulse. Way the fuck too fast. Jason’s fingers twitch.

He’s always struggled with the comedown. The raid was a huge success, Red Hood had worked with Nightwing and Red Robin to track down and dismantle one of Bane’s drug warehouses. They’d gotten to the docks at one am and had the last goon out cold by two thirty. It was the kind of fight Jason loved, fast and dirty, with opponents well trained enough to make it interesting, to make him work for it. It wasn’t a good fight unless Jason got knocked around a little, that’s what he always said.

But now the fun’s over. Jason’s blood is still thrumming, heartbeat loud in his ears, and he has to catalogue evidence and search the premises and drag these stupid henchmen into a neat pile for the GCPD. Resigned, he reaches for another lifeless body, hauling him over to the growing lump of men.

“Lift with your legs, Hood,” Dick offers from the ground as he binds hands and ankles. Jason grunts. Man, this sucks. All this damn adrenaline with nowhere to put it. Maybe he should take up meditation to calm down, or some shit.

“Hey, isn’t that your boy-toy?”

“Oh my gosh, it is!”

Or maybe not.

Maybe his adrenaline can stay right where it is, because that’s definitely you, running barefoot across the warehouse in a barely-there minidress, your friend Crystal trailing behind you.

“Well, looky here,” Dick says with a grin. “Your girl’s a-coming.”

“Jason Jason Jason,” you chant happily, “Jason, Jason. I’m so glad you’re here!” You run eagerly into his arms, and Jason catches you, glowing at your affection. He doesn’t think he’ll get used to it.

“Cute,” Tim comments, walking over from where he’d been bagging evidence.

Jason ignores him. “What’re you doin’ wandering round the docks, princess?”

You shrug unsteadily. “Got bored at the club. Was lame. Went for a walk.”

“She drunk?” he asks Crystal.

“Oh, yeah,” she confirms with a smirk, holding up your discarded heels she’s got hooked around her finger.

You wriggle in his grip. “Jason, Jason,” you babble, sliding your hands up his chest to go for his helmet. “Hey, wait, take this off.” He obliges, and you stretch out on your tiptoes, planting your hands on your shoulders and vaulting yourself up to reach his face. His arms come up to support you, and you rub your face against his neck. “Jason,” you whisper conspiratorially. He hears Tim cough, and flushes awkwardly. “Jason.” You kiss a line up his neck. “I’m hungry.”

He drops you immediately. “No.”

“Ahh!” you shriek as you hit the floor. “No?!” You beat your fists against the concrete.

“Hood,” Dick says reproachfully, but Jason waves him off. A little bump on the floor won’t do any damage, and he’s not about to let you sink your teeth in him on a moments’ notice.

Sure enough, you push yourself to your feet, pouting at him. “What the fuck. Jason, give me some.”

“I told you, no. I got beat up on enough already, I don’t need you biting just ‘cause you’re drunk and you want a snack.” All true. Bonus: he doesn’t want Dick and Tim to see you drink from him. That feels private. Especially since he’ll probably pop a boner.

“Oh,” Tim hums thoughtfully. “She wants to have some of your blood.” He thinks for a moment. “You guys do that?”

Crystal saves him from answering. “You good?” she calls to you. “Can I go?”

“Yeah, fine,” you answer over your shoulder. “Whatever. See you later.” Crystal tosses your shoes to the floor and makes her way out of the warehouse.

“Jason.” You put your hands on your hips. “Come on. I’m starving. You can spare a little.”

“No-o,” he enunciates. “Get your damn hospital blood at home.”

“I don’t want to,” you stamp your foot. “It’s too far!”

“That ain’t my problem, sweetheart,” he says, turning around. He’s half expecting it when you run over and launch yourself onto his back, wrapping your arm around his neck in a chokehold. “Please?” you wheedle. He grins, reaching for your arm and using it to chuck you across the room. Tim gasps as you crash into a table, but you’re up in moments, pushing the table out of your way and sprinting back to him. Jason smiles wider. He loves, he loves having a partner to roughhouse with. He dodges you as you lunge clumsily at him, and you hiss in frustration.

“Come on!” you howl.

“Damn,” Dick murmurs as Jason pushes you away again. “They’re really that indestructible?”

Jason nods, opening his mouth to answer, but then you tackle him, wrestling him to the floor.

“Here, wait, just let me—no! Stop!” you cry furiously as Jason fights you from below. “Just—just leave your fucking hand here—” you pin his wrist to the ground, and Jason’s stuck, he can’t win against your strength. Doesn’t stop him from trying.

“Whoa. Strong,” Tim notes.

“Get off,” Jason commands breathlessly, using his hips and legs to try and leverage you off of him.

“No, not until I have a little.” Your knee hits his crotch, and Jason smirks in satisfaction as you spit angrily. “What the fuck? Are you wearing a cup? No fair!”

He uses your confusion to haul you off of him and scramble to his feet. He crouches, waiting for your next attack, but you remain on the floor, picking your face up to glare at him.

“Ja-son! Please please please please—”

He ignores you again, wiping the sweat from his brow. “Hood, your cut,” Tim warns, and Jason presses a hand to his temple, realizing he’d started bleeding again.

Instantly, you’re up on your feet. “You’re bleeding? Oh no…” You sidle towards him carefully, eyes locked on the blood sluggishly dripping from his head. “Jay, that’s terrible.”

“Knock it off, doll.” Jason catches the roll of gauze Dick throws his way. “You’re not gettin’ any.”

“You fucking bastard,” you mutter. “I don’t know why I keep you around at all.” Looking around, your eyes rest on the unconscious men on the ground. “Can I take some from them?” you ask, eyes lighting up.

Dick opens his mouth to protest, but Jason beats him to it. “Nuh-uh.”

“Oh my god,” you seethe. “Fuck you, you never let me do anything!”

“Didn’t realize you were looking after a cat, Jay,” Dick says wryly.

You totally ignore him. “If you won’t give me any, I’ll just go out and kill someone.” Tim gasps, and Dick shifts into a fighting stance. You cross your arms over your chest, as if to say, “so there.”

Jason’s heard this one from you before. “No you won’t.”

You throw up your hands. “‘No you won’t!’ ‘No you won’t!’” you mimic him furiously. “I swear to god you’re making me into a fucking loser.”

Jason turns to Dick as you pace the room, muttering to yourself. “Think you can handle the rest?”

“What?” Tim asks, affronted. “You serious? There’s like, piles of work still to do!”

“Yeah, Timmy and I will take care of it,” Dick says easily. “Come on, Tim,” he slugs an arm over his shoulder. “Red Hood’s gotta deal with his vampire.”

Jason rolls his eyes but stalks over to you nonetheless. “Come on, doll.” He herds you toward the exit. “I’ll take you home.”

You dig in your heels. “You gonna let me have some?” you challenge.

“Christ, yes,” he mumbles out of earshot of Dick and Tim. “At home.”

“Fine.” Smiling in satisfaction, you turn and skip out of the warehouse.

Jason follows you outside. You’re already straddling his motorbike, grinning happily. Jamming his helmet on, he gets on behind you, giving you his bloody fingers to suck on. You lick them eagerly.

His stomach swoops, and he revs the bike as he lets out a growl. You giggle around his fingers and press yourself against his back, directing his other hand to fall on your thigh, right at the hem of your short short short dress. He gropes you eagerly.

Yeah, he can think of another way to get the adrenaline out.

[bonefall]

Any thoughts on Moonpaw’s design? Do you plan to make her appearance a bit more unique/utilize the chimera a bit more?

Honestly I think her canon design is pretty fantastic! I don't agree with those who're saying it's not unique lmao, like, the team's never been THIS creative before. She blows Pure Gray Cats 3, 4, and 5 out of the water.

But, boy oh BOY am I gonna have fun with this one. Last night I sketched up a possible combo for each Moonpaw from the options I presented. Whichever one gets picked I'll tweak more, but I went ahead and made a 'base' character design for each one.

Also bonus: Headshots for all of the possible parents. Note the slight update for Stormcloud, I figured out a better way to draw his cheek fluff and changed his stripe pattern a bit

Whatever designs end up not being used for Moonpaw, I'll probably tweak for another new litter. ThriftPlum and ShellFern's hypokits will slot well into the eventual ShellFern litter we (HOPEFULLY) get soon, and with a slight edit, StormCherry's can be a new Honeyfur.

PlumThrift

This one's becoming the least likely to happen I think. It could still win if it's the most fitting with the arc, supposing canon ends up writing a strained relationship between Moon and her parents, but based on the preview stuff that's not the case.

Still! I do like the Two Soccer Moms And Their Weird Child lmao.

Thrift and Plum are a downright deadly united front. They play Good Cop Bad Cop like they're practically telepathic. So I tried to get that across in their headshots.

Plumstone always looks laidback and chill. Thriftear exudes an aura of seriousness.

Their weird child inherits neither of these things. She looks like she eats bugs.

I decided to make this Moonpaw look REALLY fluffy. Plumstone inherited her grandpa Graystripe's body type, so it would be a shame if Moony didn't get it too.

FlipBay

BB!Bayshine is a DustFern descendant. He has his great-grandfather Dustpelt's plate.

The stripes come from grandfather Birchfall, who gave them to mother Duststripe.

Flipclaw is strikingly similar to his grandfather Lionblaze, back before he started balding.

While drawing this one I started trying to play around with the chimera idea more, that she's half of one cat and half of another. When the face plate came into it, it STRUCK me like lighting

It looks like phantom of the opera!!

So I started experimenting with one side being shorter-furred, and got a draft down before moving on to a waaay more in-depth design.

This was the last one I did last night before going to bed, so I'll post the evolution I made in a separate post. It's the one with the most potential thanks to the plate so it got pretty big.

ShellFern

Most Moonpaw designs are chunky, but I've always seen Shellfur as pretty slim. Definitely the slimmest in his recent family-- since Graystripe, the Dapplekin family has been thick and fluffy.

Mix that with Fernstripe, a WindClan cat, I made this Moonpaw resemble some kind of gazelle.

Fernstripe has this long, "fern-shaped" stripe on her body. Paired with Moonpaw's half-black body it looks kind of like stitches which is, imo, cool as fuck

I let her crescent-tufts add to the shape too, they curl in like horns... though, I am worried it looks too much like Curlfeather.

I'll probably give this one another pass if Moonpaw ends up being a ShellFern baby.

Also this take makes her took a bit more grumpy so she's closer in personality to her dad.

StormCherry

This is actually the first one I did

Cherryfall has a perfectly round, cherry-shaped face. She actually looks a ton like her dad, Berrynose.

I wanted to give Moonpaw that same face, because hers is simply a half-moon.

She looks like a stressed-out eevee and I kinda dig it LMAO

In color, this Moonpaw would probably lean more towards red than ginger. I see Cherry as a reddish cat.

She could also inherit Poppy's special red eyes-- she got those from being fetched away from StarClan by Jayfeather. Shadowsight also got them.

The stripe pattern is from Stormcloud. I decided recently that I'm going to try and limit thunder-shaped stripes to the Tigerkin family, something they inherit from Thunderstar himself. So Stormcloud's are now transverse across his body, with a distinct nose snip.

When I finally do decide StormCherry's kits, be that now with Moonpaw or later, I'll standardize Stormy's new stripes by giving him a new fullbody.

[borathae]

Constellations

"Even after all these centuries of living, they can experience something new with each other."

Pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook

Genre: Comfort Smut, Slice of Life Romance, Falling in Love!AU

Warnings: they're normally vampires but 'cause of magic they currently aren't, just read the mainstory to understand tbh lmao, a romantic date by a bonfire, romantic conversations & daydreams, soft Dom!Taehyung, sub!Jungkook, Tae is the biggest service Dom ever, Koo is so sensitive hihi, body worship, so many words of adoration, gentle touches, lots of sighs and whispers <3, frotting, lots of kissing, a gentle rim massage, cumming together, cuddles & snuggles, this is so romantic :(

Wordcount: 9.7k

a/n: i genuinely love this universe so much holy fuck :( also, big shoutout to @ahyeonah for helping with the French translations hehe thank you queen 💜 and another sidenote, italic in this chapter indicates that they're talking in Korean

《 Bonus Smut to this 》

Taehyung finally comes back after having excused himself to go outside. Jungkook looks at him over the edge of his book, closing said book a moment later. He uses his thumb as a bookmark. He had been able to watch the older man scurry around the kitchen and hurry outside multiple times.

“You’re back”, Jungkook says, “where were you? ___’s grandparents already went to bed. Also, you missed one round of Uno.”

“That is alright. It is a terrible game, way too complicated. I always lose. Horrible”, Taehyung says dismissively and gives the dark haired man an excited grin, “I prepared something outside. Do you perhaps want to see?” 

“Is that why you kept going to the kitchen?”

“Perhaps.”

“Sure, I want to see”, Jungkook says and stands up from the couch to follow Taehyung outside. He used a pen as a bookmark, abandoning the book on the coffee table.

“May I? It is quite chilly outside and I wouldn’t want you to freeze”, Taehyung offers a jacket to Jungkook.

“Oh? Yeah okay, thanks”, Jungkook says giddily, smiling to himself when Taehyung helps him put the jacket on. 

The latter ends it with a caress to his upper arms and a kiss to his shoulder. 

“You look so handsome.”

“Thank you, Tae.”

“Come now, I shall show you what I have prepared.”

“I really wanna see”, Jungkook says and together they leave the house. 

Taehyung takes Jungkook’s hand once outside, leading the way. The latter was looking around the garden at first, but flusters when Taehyung intertwines his fingers with him. He glances at him, flustering even more when Taehyung gives him a sweetest smile. 

Taehyung leads him to the shed and then Jungkook can already see what he prepared. A bonfire. With blankets and pillows to get comfortable on. 

“Wow, you built a fire?” he gasps.

“Indeed I did.”

“It’s so cozy here. Wow, look at all the pillows. Wow Tae, you put so much effort into this.” 

“I really did”, he bounces excitedly, “do you like it?” 

“Of course I do.”

“I, I thought that today was such a wonderful day and you made me feel so good and I wanted to end it with something romantic.”

“It’s so romantic and so cozy.”

Taehyung glows upon being complimented, giggling excitedly. He gestures Jungkook to sit and so he does. Taehyung kneels down in front of him, shoving a charcuterie board into his vision.

“So that’s what you were doing.”

“Indeed. It is the only thing I can truly make. I hope you like cheese.”

“I do. It looks really pretty.”

“Thank you. Wine?”

“Sure.”

“I asked Harald for their oldest wine. I hope you enjoy red wine. Cheese must be enjoyed with a good red wine.”

“I like red wine. Thank you, that’s enough for the beginning.”

Taehyung prepares his own glass as well.

“Do you like to drink?”

“Yes, in moderation obviously.”

“Of course. I do not enjoy the taste of most alcohols, however, I quite enjoy the taste of wine.”

“It fits you.”

“It does?”

“Yeah. Wine’s elegant.”

“You believe me to be elegant?” Taehyung gasps.

“Yeah.”

“Oh”, he blushes, “thank you.”

“You’re cute”, Jungkook says and lifts his glass, “cheers.”

Taehyung clings glasses with him.

“To this relationship.”

Jungkook smiles, “yeah, to this relationship.”

They each take a sip, enjoying the full taste of it on their tongue.

“It is very good. The grape truly fills the taste and it leaves the tongue with an almost floral sweetness. Do you enjoy it as well?” 

“Yeah, it’s good”, Jungkook scoffs, “you talk so fancy sometimes. It’s not bad, but I can’t talk like this about wine.”

“Oh worry not, the way you talk is perfect. I am aware that I talk, well, that I talk rather strangely sometimes. I learned English during a time where such speech was common and I never really rid myself of it.”

“I like it. At first I thought that you were obnoxious and it annoyed me, but I like it these days. You would sound really weird if you talked differently all of a sudden.”

“I can talk in more modern ways. Oh heavens, I attempted to talk without the accent but failed miserably. I can talk modernly? Is that how the young people would say it?”

Jungkook laughs, “just stick to your ways, you old sock.”

Taehyung chuckles, lowering his eyes shyly.

“What other languages can you speak?” Jungkook asks.

“Oh heavens, far too many. English of course, French as well as German. I can also read Latin and Greek and know the lost language of Nilrem.”

“How do you know this language? I never heard of it before and I know that nobody really does in the common world.”

“I have many friends who are witches, but there were also times when Namjoon was…well, he was kind in his ways. Jimin and I lived side by side with him without having to fear for our safety and during such times, we liked to exchange knowledge. He taught us the language. He called it the original language of magic, but never told us that he was present when it was still used.”

“I see. Damn, I didn’t think that he would do such a thing.”

“I must admit that thinking back, such times feel very unbelievable in comparison to all the agony he allowed to happen to us.”

“I’m sorry, Taehyung. You didn’t deserve any of it.”

“Thank you, but may we talk about something else please? I do not want to spoil this night.”

“Of course. So you can speak six languages?”

“Oh heavens, no. I can also speak Spanish and Italian and spent quite some time in Portugal as well, although my Portuguese is a little rusty these days”, he confesses in a chuckle, “my mother language however is Korean, I still think in it sometimes.”

“Oh Korean? Of course it’s your mother tongue. It’s mine as well”, Jungkook says in their native language.

“You speak Korean as well?” Taehyung answers him in it.

“Of course, I do. I grew up speaking it and still talk in it with Hoseok and Seokjin-hyung when we’re alone.” 

“Oh Jungkook-ah, I feel so happy to know that you haven’t forgotten our language.”

“Me too. It’s been so long for you though, I’m surprised that you didn’t forget.”

“I almost did. Jimin reminded me of it when I met him. When we are alone, we only speak in it.”

“I get that. It’s nice to speak in a familiar language. Although I gotta admit that English feels like my second native language these days. I think in it and dream in it.”

“Yes, I agree. For me it is English and French.”

“French? Say something then.”

“Say something?” Taehyung lowers his eyes playfully, leaning closer until his lips brush Jungkook’s ear. 

Jungkook shivers, listening to the unfamiliar words and finding it very hard to concentrate. Taehyung’s voice is deeper when he speaks French, carrying a seductive romance to it.

Taehyung finishes his sweet whispers with a kiss to Jungkook’s jawline, straightening up.

“What did you say? All I understood was mon chèri.”

“Your company is brighter than any fire and your kiss tastes sweeter than any wine, my darling.”

Jungkook nudges Taehyung’s chest.

“Shut up, oh my god.”

“No, or how I would say it in French, no.”

Jungkook laughs, Taehyung laughs with him.

“You’re funny.”

“Thank you”, Taehyung says and takes a slice of cheese to eat it deliciously, “mhm, you must try the cheese. It melts on your tongue.”

Jungkook follows his lead, eating it with a frown.

“Mhm, it’s good.”

“Isn’t it? Oh Kook, I appreciate a good charcuterie board a lot. There is such romance in it. To prepare food for your loved ones, to present it artfully. There is no greater show of appreciation in my eyes.”

Jungkook smiles shyly, “you think so?”

“I do, yes. You told me that this is your first experience with queer relationships.”

“Yeah, you and Yoongi. Although, you’re definitely romancing me harder. No hate to Yoongi, he is very sweet when we’re alone and I feel really loved by him, but you are definitely romancing me harder.”

“Well, I want to make the first experience special for you. Which is why I prepared all of this. I want to make it special, I really do.”

“Tae, god”, Jungkook says, sagging his shoulders in fond defeat.

Taehyung takes Jungkook’s pointer finger shyly, “do you…uhm, is it how you wished your first queer relationship to go?” 

“I honestly didn’t really think about it a lot, but it’s definitely really nice. You’re so sweet and romantic, I like it.”

Taehyung relaxes, gazing at him.

“Shall we make rules?”

“Rules? Tae, I told you no control. You’re free with me.”

“I know, I know. It is not about control, I just”, he sighs in defeat, “I regret the way I treated you in the beginning. How I ran off to have blood orgies with Fringella or how I fucked around with strangers. I thought nothing of it as I have always lived my relationships in such ways, but it must have been painful for you.”

“It definitely was, but we already talked about it.”

“Well despite all that, this is your opportunity to voice your rules. ___ and I have rules as well. Do you wish me to stay in our polycule? Do you have any problem with me seeking out one night stands? Do you want me to be purely loyal to you and ___?”

“Oh that. I guess, the way it is right now is good for me. I don’t mind when you have one night stands. They’re definitely not something for me, but I know that you like them.”

“I can stop them if you wish me to.”

Jungkook shakes his head, “don’t change like this, I really don’t mind. One thing though, don’t abandon me during parties without saying anything and if you do want to use it as a sexual hunting ground, warn me beforehand. Also, if you ever make me watch you have sex, don’t let me witness you getting roughed up. It would make me so angry.”

“Angry?”

“I’d just wanna fucking protect you then.”

Taehyung flusters, touching his chest where his heart fluttered. He lets a shy giggle escape, meeting Jungkook’s eyes.

“But”, Taehyung pouts, “you cannot tempt me with a good time. What if I want you to get angry in sheer protectiveness?”

Jungkook laughs, “you don’t wanna see me angry, trust.”

“But I did, it’s the very reason why we are here now.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes, “you’re silly.”

“Silly for you, yes.”

“Tae, is the wine working?”

“Forgive me. No, I am just, I am merely…oh heavens, all this talk about you watching me have sex and using a party as our sexual hunting ground affected me.”

“It affected you?”

Taehyung looks at Jungkook’s lips. Jungkook looks at Taehyung’s lips.

“It did?”

They inch closer, craving the others’ kiss.

“It did.”

Taehyung closes his eyes, Jungkook cups his cheek. With a gentle push, Taehyung falls to his back, allowing Jungkook to climb his lap. Taehyung writhes under his weight, finding it hard to breathe normally. Jungkook sits on his thighs right under his crotch. Taehyung begins to crave his weight on it, gazing at Jungkook with blown out pupils.

“You’re so silly, Tae”, Jungkook whispers, straightening up and therefore denying him of his kiss.

“Don’t tease me, please.”

Jungkook chuckles, caressing his chest.

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

Jungkook smiles, but says nothing else. Instead, he looks to the side and picks up a piece of cheese to snack on. He bites it off in the middle, guiding the other half to Taehyung’s lips.

The latter opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue, trying his hardest not to whimper when Jungkook places the cheese on it. 

Their connected gazes never break as they chew the cheese, only once Jungkook studies the charcuterie board again does it finally break.

“Everything looks so good. I don’t know what to try next”, Jungkook says, keeping one hand on Taehyung’s chest and using the other to point at the different cheeses. 

“You should try Brie with grapes.”

“Then I’ll do that”, Jungkook shoves both into his mouth and chews, “mhm!”

He widens his eyes, looking at Taehyung.

“Do you enjoy it?” Taehyung asks breathily. One more second pinned down on this blanket and he might die from heart palpitations. He is so ardently in love with Jungkook that it is difficult to stay calm when he is caging him in. 

“It was savoury at first and then the grape burst and it got juicy and sweet. It tasted really good.”

“Didn’t it? I know how to enjoy cheese.”

Jungkook picks up Brie and a grape to guide it to Taehyung’s mouth.

“Open up.”

Taehyung follows, holding his breath. He never knew that his heart could flutter so incredibly much. 

“Good job”, Jungkook praises softly and feeds Taehyung.

He closes his lips around Jungkook’s fingers, sucking on them for a few seconds before he releases them and chews the cheese. Jungkook seems flustered and mesmerised by the gesture, staring at Taehyung’s lips.

He runs his hands over his chest mindlessly. Each touch leaves goosebumps behind.

“I can’t believe I hated you once”, Jungkook says quietly.

“Did you truly hate me?”

Jungkook feeds both of them a piece of cheese, then continues to talk while Taehyung is still chewing. He also sips on his wine occasionally, feeling the effect more and more. It is warm and makes him feel cozy.

“I hated all of you. Alpha, I mean. We always knew that you also lived in town and that humans never returned from your estate. At least that’s what we thought happened. I don’t think that Yoongi ever allowed humans to die willy-nilly on his grounds.”

Taehyung shakes his head.

“We still thought that all of you were bad vampires and when we heard that you infiltrated the university, we instantly joined as well so we could keep an eye on you.”

“Did you also convince the head mistress in quite magical ways?” Taehyung asks with a mischievous gleam.

“Do you really think someone like me could have managed to get in honestly?”

“Yes.”

Jungkook blinks in confusion. He didn’t expect this answer.

“You are intelligent and a hard worker. You are also a diligent person, who learns very quickly.”

“Oh. Wow, thanks”, Jungkook murmurs, lowering his eyes shyly.

“I mean it.”

“I know, thank you seriously”, Jungkook smiles.

Taehyung gazes, “but I assume that you also used compulsion to make it seem as if you had been students all along.”

“We did, yeah. Seokjin did all of it and he hated it, but we had to do it in order to keep watch. You know”, Jungkook chuckles, “if you asked me, it was so obvious that we weren’t students. The courses we attended made no sense major wise.”

Taehyung laughs, “mine did neither. I simply went with whatever sounded most interesting.”

“Same. That is if I was even present. I had to realise very soon that there were too many people around me.”

“I see. The scents.”

“Exactly.”

“I’m sorry, Jungkook.”

“Don’t. I feel better these days”, he assures him and smiles, “cheese?”

“Yes, please.”

“Any wishes?”

“Perhaps a slice of cheddar with onion chutney?”

“Sounds yummy. There we go, open up.”

Taehyung lets it happen with a dizzy head. What is happening to him? Can a heart truly feel so much for just one person? How do humans survive under such conditions? How do they not scream and screech from the intensity of such emotions? 

Jungkook, oblivious to Taehyung’s overwhelmingly fond gaze, chews on his piece of cheese with his big eyes racing over the dark night. And Taehyung wonders how many times he can call him beautiful before the younger man grows annoyed by it, but then he remembers Yoongi’s words. How there is never too much love, but only the wrong receiver.

“You are beautiful.”

Jungkook looks at Taehyung. His eyes are widened in surprise.

“You are beautiful”, Taehyung repeats it and it feels so good to do.

Jungkook smiles, lowering his head shyly.

“You’re beautiful too, Tae.”

“You are so immensely beautiful.”

“You’re just as beautiful, Tae”, Jungkook says and leans down to kiss his cheek, “you softie.”

He straightens up, smiling at him with soft eyes as his fingers trace his chest mindlessly.

“You are so beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful too.”

Jungkook scrunches his nose and giggles, “I like it when you’re like this.”

Taehyung might truly scream. His heart feels at its limits. It is racing so unbearably much that the word “racing” feels rather unworthy to use. What is faster than racing? Because whatever it is, his heart is currently doing it. Yoongi was right. There is never too much love, just the wrong receiver and Jungkook is the right one. 

“Why did you guys infiltrate the university either way? Were you planning on turning everyone?” Jungkook asks him then, still oblivious to Taehyung’s ever-growing feelings.

“Boredom.” Taehyung has to clear his throat before he can continue. The feelings were just too much. “It is truly as simple as that. We were fed up with our life and we wanted a change. Except for Yoongi, who only joined because he needed to make sure that we wouldn’t cause too much trouble.”

“Poor Yoongi. I bet he hated every second of it.”

“Why do you think that he was such a grumps at all times?”

Jungkook laughs, “you’re mean.”

“I am merely saying.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever. God”, Jungkook sighs and smiles fondly, “to think that the only person who actually got in legally was ___”, he hesitates for a moment, squinting his eyes in suspicion, “unless you guys had something to do with it.”

“Oh goodness, no. We had no knowledge of her existence. She managed to get in all on her own.”

“Wow, she’s so cool.”

“She truly is. You know, she allowed me to read the paper which granted her the scholarship and I must say that it is truly remarkable. She always undermines her intelligence and talents, despite being incredibly gifted.”

“I know, it’s so sad that she does that. She told me about her parents and what they did to her. I think they made her have such little confidence in herself.”

“I know. I truly cannot stand these people for the way they treated her.”

“Me neither. We have to hype her up a lot to show her how awesome she is.”

“Hype her up? What is that?”

“You don’t know what hyping up means?”

Taehyung shakes his head, “is it similar to complimenting someone?”

“I guess? I don’t know, I guess you can compare it to cheering someone on and giving them confidence through nice words.”

“I see, well that is a very positive word then. We shall hype her up even more from now on.”

Jungkook chuckles, “you old sock”, he teases, nudging Taehyung’s chin. 

���Hey! It is not my fault that the youths these days think up so many new words. I can simply not keep up.”

“Okay, okay fine”, Jungkook laughs, “you’re so old. I get it.” 

Taehyung pouts, “you are mocking me.”

“Yeah, I am.”

Taehyung’s pout grows. Jungkook wipes it away with his thumb, gazing at the older man fondly.

“It’s cute. I like how out of date you are.”

“This isn’t as much of a compliment as you think it is”, Taehyung complains, but laughs as he does it. 

Jungkook scrunches his nose, laughing with him. 

“Yeah, I kinda realised how mean that sounded. Sorry.”

“I forgive you”, Taehyung jokes. He feels happy right now. Honestly happy. 

Jungkook picks up a piece of cheese and snacks on it, following it up with some wine. Taehyung props himself up on his elbows and drinks from his own wine glass. 

“Cheese?” Jungkook offers. 

Taehyung opens his mouth and allows him to feed him, gazing at him the entire time. 

“Grape too?”

He nods his head. The fruit tastes sweet, but nothing beats the sweetness of happiness Jungkook allows Taehyung to taste with every smile.  

“Did you date when you were at university?” Jungkook asks.

“Not seriously, I mostly hunted for one night stands and short love affairs.”

“I see. That fits how you were back then.”

“It does. Oh, I was so unlikeable.”

“You really were. I couldn’t stand you at all”, Jungkook snickers, making Taehyung giggle.

“I am grateful that I changed.”

“Me too.”

Taehyung gazes at him, touching his thighs gently.

“I assume that you didn’t date either?”

“Oh hell no”, Jungkook scoffs, “I barely even went to class because all the smells were overwhelming to me.”

“I figured”, Taehyung places his hand on Jungkook’s waist, “I watched you sometimes.”

“You did?” Jungkook gasps.

Taehyung nods his head.

“On the rare occasions when you were present during rugby training, I sat by the oak trees.”

“The really old ones west of the field?”

“Indeed.”

“No way, I never noticed you there.”

“I hid quite well.”

“Wow, you creep”, Jungkook is laughing, “and you watched me?”

“Well, I watched the other men as well, but whenever you were present, my eyes only lingered on you. I truly wanted to have you.”

“Tae, oh my god”, Jungkook flusters, “why did you never approach me?”

“I truly wanted to. So one day, I followed you. I had my mind set on approaching you, but then I watched you get into Hoseok’s Beetle and everything fell into place. That the reason you were rarely present was because you were Jeon Jungkook, the young Ripper who is friends with the other two Younglings. Oh, my heart was shattered on this day because I believed you to be human until this point.”

“Oh god, I’m sorry”, Jungkook snickers, “you can be glad that you found out before talking to me though because I knew exactly who you were and with how out of control I was back then, I would have jumped at you.”

Taehyung laughs.

“Then I can be truly glad that I never approached you.”

“Yeah”, Jungkook agrees playfully.

They share a moment where their eyes get lost in the other’s and only the crackling of the fire can be heard. Taehyung, who has been feeling overwhelmingly in love with Jungkook, flusters first, averting his eyes to the sky.

“You can see so many stars here.”

“Mhm?”

“The stars are endless here.”

Jungkook gets off Taehyung’s lap, lying down next to him. He lets his eyes travel over the vast sky and the countless stars flickering far away.

“You’re right. They’re endless. Do you know your zodiac?”

“Pig.”

“That’s cool. Do you know your Western one too?”

“Oh? Forgive me. I am a Capricorn. Why?”

“Well you see, I’m actually a really big nerd for astronomy. This over here is my zodiac. Virgo.” 

He shows him the sign in the stars, tracing its shape with his finger.

“Truly?”

“Yeah and over there is yours”, Jungkook says, tracing Capricorn into the sky. “It’s the smallest constellation of the zodiac, but I think it’s really pretty. Its brightest star is called Deneb Algebi with a magnitude of two point nine.”

“Magnitude?”

“It’s basically how bright a star shines.”

“I see. And the brightest star in my zodiac shines with two point nine magnitude?”

“Exactly. Capricorn is also the zodiac with the softest shining stars. Deneb Algebi is Arabic and means tail of the ram. It’s this one here.”

“I see”, Taehyung speaks softly.

“It’s a very pretty star. I know a lot about stars, I really do.”

“I never knew that this is my zodiac”, Taehyung whispers, gazing at the stars with sudden awe. For the longest time, the stars meant hell to Taehyung. To die and yet continue to burn. To never find peace and rest. He felt like this for a very long time. He died and yet continued to live in hell with peace so very far away.

“Yeah, it’s pretty cool isn’t it? Over there is ___’s zodiac and I don’t know Yoongi’s so I can’t tell”, Jungkook explains, painting shapes in the sky Taehyung had never noticed before, but which are so overwhelmingly obvious to him now that Jungkook shows them to him. The stars have meaning, they create art. They glow and burn and with it, they create pictures for all living beings to gaze upon. The stars aren’t hell. They are art.

“They are beautiful”, Taehyung whispers shakily, holding back his tears.

“Right? I think so too. I always loved the stars. They brought me great comfort when I was still alone.”

The parallels steal Taehyung’s air. To think that there was a time where he and Jungkook looked at the stars at the same time and while Jungkook found comfort in them, Taehyung found sadness in them. The same view and yet it was received with such different hearts.

He looks at Jungkook. His dark eyes reflect the galaxies, his cheeks are glowing. He looks so happy, so utterly content. His life was filled with such tragedy and sadness and he still carries honest happiness. Taehyung admires this about him as much as he envies it. More than anything however, he is happy for him. And so utterly in love.

Such different hearts and still, they somehow managed to find each other.

Taehyung swears to finally show Jungkook his atelier and then take him to his secret library. Jungkook has never been in these rooms before. Time spent together was simply too short, life only recently calmed down. There was no chance for Taehyung to show Jungkook his rooms, but if he knew how much the younger man loved the stars, he would have shown him sooner. 

“I painted the stars once”, he tells him.

“You did?” 

“I did. I must show you once we are home. I still have the painting in my atelier.”

“Yes, I’d really like that”, Jungkook says, oblivious to what waits for him, “I think your art is really good. I bet your stars are so pretty.”

“If everything was different back then, do you believe that we could have fallen for each other?” Taehyung asks him quietly.

Jungkook looks at him. He didn’t expect this topic change. Taehyung’s eyes are glassy and filled with love.

“What do you mean?” Jungkook whispers.

“If we were normal and human back then, do you believe that we could have fallen for each other?”

“I don’t know. I think you would have been a total art nerd and I’d have been a stupid jock. Maybe we never even would have met.”

“No, I believe that we would have. I truly cannot see you as a mindless jock. You speak of constellations and the beauty of stars. You paint and draw and you enjoy music. Your heart is too gentle and filled with too much art for you to have been a mindless jock.”

“So I would have been an art nerd too?” Jungkook jokes to which Taehyung chuckles.

“Perhaps. Or perhaps you would have studied astronomy.”

“Thank you, you’re really sweet. You really are”, Jungkook whispers, looking at the sky with flushed cheeks, “would we have met as humans? I seriously can’t tell, but I hope that we would have.”

“Yes, me too.”

“I still think that I’d have been a total sports nerd. I really like sports.”

Taehyung laughs, “well then, you would have been a sports nerd and I would have been an arts nerd.”

Jungkook chuckles, “that sounds like us.”

“Perhaps one night it would have happened that it would have just been you and I left at school and as we ran into each other, I would have been scared that you would hit me. Because all sports majors would have been straight, homophobic jocks and I would have been scared that you would use this opportunity to beat me up.”

“Tae, what are you doing?”

“Hear me out.”

“Okay?”

“And you would have been cold at first, because you would have caught me staring at you during training once, but then I would have accidentally dropped my books and began picking them up so clumsily that you would have felt pity for me and so you helped me and, and our hands brushed and after we both stood up, you wouldn’t have been able to control yourself anymore and so you would have grabbed me and kissed me and then took me in an empty classroom until I would have been shaped just for you.”

Jungkook shifts, gulping heavily. His heart is racing like crazy. Taehyung’s little fantasy is affecting him.

“It would have felt so forbidden because up until this point, you didn’t want to admit that you were bisexual and so you would have taken out your frustration on me until I clutched your shoulders and wailed into your neck because you would have brought me to my limits and yet my body still would have craved for more of you.”

“Stop talking, oh my god.”

“Why? Do you not like it?”

“I do.  A little too much.”

“Too much?” Taehyung glances at Jungkook’s crotch.

The latter notices, covering himself.

“Tae please, I don’t wanna take advantage of you, don’t make it so hard to resist.”

“It is not taking advantage when I wish the same thing.”

Jungkook swallows heavily. Taehyung rolls to his side and begins touching his hip. Jungkook chases the touch, breathing speeding up.

“Do you wish to know what would have happened after this night?” Taehyung asks with big puppy eyes.

“Maybe.”

“You would have driven me home and taken care of me and afterwards we would have sat on the sofa and talked with some cheese and wine. I would have realised that you are the sweetest man I had ever met and you would have grown fond for me. So fond in fact that you wouldn’t have been able to keep your hands to yourself from this day forward. But you would have done it secretly because you wouldn’t have been ready to come out yet. So we would have fucked in private, on the backseat of your car, after classes, the empty locker rooms, the abandoned atelier rooms.”

“Holy fuck, Tae. It’s so hot to think that we’d have been a secret.”

“It is. I am very affected by this.”

“Me too.”

“Did you ever fuck a man when you were human?” 

“No, I always wondered what that would feel like.” 

“I never fucked a man as a human either.”

Tension fills the silence. The day they shared was so wonderful and bonding, the night by the fire is warm and so excitingly private. Their hearts couldn’t be more intertwined with each other as they are today, the tension might finally be too much to bear. 

“We’re human right now”, Jungkook whispers. 

“I know”, Taehyung whimpers, grasping his hip.

“Do you…”

Taehyung nods his head vigorously. Jungkook props himself up on his elbows so he could rest himself over Taehyung. Taehyung lies back down as he does it, grasping his buttocks unapologetically. Jungkook lets him, eyes racing between Taehyung’s.

“We could share this first tonight”, he whispers.

“Kook”, Tae moans, chasing his kiss, “are you certain? Do you really want me?”

“I do. So much. Do you want me too?”

“Yes, yes please I do”, Taehyung begs and hooks his arms behind Jungkook’s head to pull him into a kiss.

Jungkook moans shakily, finding it difficult to match Taehyung’s rhythm. Not because the older man is sloppy, no, because Jungkook is so utterly overwhelmed by the feeling of getting to kiss him. 

He wasn’t aware of how deeply affected he already felt, but it is finally getting so clear to him that he finds it difficult to breathe. Not that humans can really breathe when their faces are melted together for a kiss. Both men soon have to find out as their lungs ache for air. They break the kiss at the same time, panting for air while their lips still try to taste the other. They keep their eyes closed. 

Jungkook is the one to go back in first, cupping Taehyung’s cheek while the other runs his fingers over his scalp. The kiss is already more heated than before. The tension is too big for it not to. Taehyung opens his mouth, asking for Jungkook’s tongue. 

The latter breaks the kiss to breathe, speaking against his lips in an affected rasp.

“Did you ever kiss a man as a human before?” 

“Not like this, please kiss me again please”, Taehyung begs, twisting his hair gently.

“I wasn’t kissed either”, Jungkook sighs, giving into the electric pull. Their tongues finally tangle, the kiss becomes even more intense. They taste the wine on each other’s tongue as much as they taste the growing hunger for more. 

Hands soon begin roaming the valleys and hills of the other’s body, breaks for air are short but countless, moans soon begin to fill the silence. Their jackets come off as well, laid abandoned by the fire as they have each other to keep warm now. The touches begin to truly overwhelm them now that such little clothing was between them and their skins. They start panting and mewling into the kiss, matching each other’s neediness as much as they try to out-mewl it. The day has been long already and the two men are finally at their breaking point. All they exist for right now is each other. In both an emotional sense as much as in a sinfully carnal sense.

The next time the kiss breaks, they know that they won’t be able to kiss anymore. At least not before having taken the next step.

“I want more”, Taehyung gets out breathlessly, feeling up Jungkook’s waist.

“Me too”, Jungkook confesses, rubbing Taehyung’s chest.

“We don’t have lube a-and I didn’t warm up or clean out”, Taehyung stutters. 

“I know, me neither”, Jungkook answers him out of breath. 

“We are human. It won’t work how it does in the real world.”

“I know.”

The realisation that they won’t be able to connect as deeply as they could, aches for both of them, but the desire to be with each other is too big to let it soil the mood. 

Jungkook sits up and takes off his shirt, throwing it to the side. Taehyung looks at him with a dizzy head. Even as a human, Jungkook is so perfectly muscular. Jungkook climbs onto Taehyung’s lap. Taehyung sits up to touch his chest. He outlines it with his fingertips, following his touch with his eyes. His skin is golden because he is human, the fire makes it glow amber. 

“Your skin has the colours of sundowns right now”, Taehyung whispers, meeting Jungkook’s mesmerised eyes. 

Taehyung traces his abs and the paths of his pecs, faltering when he reaches his nipples. Jungkook gives him silent consent with an arch of his back. He touches them. Jungkook moans, parting his lips and writhing on his lap. 

“Your torso is a landscape I want to wander in for hours.”

Jungkook smiles softly, sighing in blissful pleasure. Taehyung’s gentle touch and his poetic words truly work on someone as hopelessly romantic as Jungkook. 

Taehyung looks at his lover’s chest again because he felt his nipples harden under his touch. He exhales shakily. They are so dainty and perfect, standing against his amber skin in darker colour. Goosebumps cover the skin of his chest. 

“Are you cold?” 

“It feels so good.”

Taehyung’s heart flutters. Overtaken by adoration, he slides his hands to Jungkook’s side and pulls him closer this way, lowering his lips to his right nipple so he could lick and kiss it. Jungkook gasps for air, squeezing his legs together as best as Taehyung’s lap allows him to. Taehyung’s mouth is so warm around his nipple, in comparison to the chilly night air it truly steals his breath. 

The intensity of the sensation grows when Taehyung releases his right nipple to worship his left instead and his once licked nipple is left in the cold air. Jungkook misses the warmth of his mouth, as much as he enjoys it on his other side. He closes his eyes, shivering immensely. 

Taehyung feels the shivers as well, lifting his head to check up on him. Jungkook opens his eyes slowly. Even with the orange shine of the fire, Taehyung can see the pink flush of his cheeks. 

“It is too rare that we get our nipples worshipped, isn’t it?” he whispers, massaging them with his thumbs slowly, “it is always a woman’s delight, but rarely that of a man.”

Jungkook agrees with a shy sigh. Taehyung’s touch feels so good that he can barely think of what to answer him. 

“I want to pay attention to the parts which get overlooked. I may not have slept with a man as a human, but I had countless male lovers as a vampire. I am a man as well, I know the male body blindly, yet…” he meets Jungkook’s eyes again, “…I didn’t get the honour of learning yours yet.”

“Tae”, Jungkook gets out, having to gasp repeatedly. He was never promised to be treated like this before. So fully freed of gender roles, so entirely like a human. 

“Can I learn you?”

“Yes.”

Taehyung smiles, heart skipping a beat.

“Show me where to touch you. I want to learn each path to take.”

“Oh god, Tae”, Jungkook lets out, feeling really giddy right now. His head is getting foggy. Taehyung managed to switch the roles with just his poetic words. They truly are witchcraft to Jungkook’s romantic heart. 

“I shall listen”, Taehyung promises, lowering his lips to Jungkook’s right collarbone, “mon chèri. Mon beau chèri.” 

Jungkook sighs, touching his arms for support. He can’t tell where he likes it most because his skin is currently so sensitive that every spot feels incredible. Or perhaps it is because no one really adored his collarbones before and Jungkook can’t handle attention to them. 

“You have such beautiful collarbones, mon chèri. So delicate”, Taehyung whispers, tracing them with parted lips. 

“Tae”, Jungkook whines, writhing away. 

Taehyung looks at him, “does this spot not please you?”

“It does, it’s just a lot.”

“In uncomfortable ways?”

Jungkook shakes his head, “good ways. It feels so good. So good.” 

Taehyung smiles softly, lowering himself again, “what about this spot?” 

His lips begin their adoring dance along Jungkook’s shoulders. From his left, along his collarbones and neck, to his right. He falters for a moment, looking at what felt so different against his lips. A scar. 

“Is this where your arm ripped off?” he asks him, tracing it gently.

“Yeah. It’s uhm, it’s silver in the real world. I, I don’t know why”, Jungkook stutters, tingling like crazy from the kisses Taehyung leaves on his scar. 

“It is magical. A reminder what the curse couldn’t repair. Jimin has the same scar on his chest and back from where Namjoon ripped his heart out.”

“That makes….sense…aahm…” Jungkook sighs, falling into warm bliss.

Taehyung is getting lost in kissing him again, taking on his way back and repeating his journey. Over and over until Jungkook is arching his back and sighing Taehyung’s name. 

“Is this good for you?”

“Yes, so good…”

“And this?”

Taehyung guides his kisses down Jungkook’s right arm, showing his lips their way with his fingers. And Jungkook is gasping. He was never kissed along his arm before. He was touched, groped, held but never kissed. Never adored. Never worshipped. His body feels weakened, he can’t stop Taehyung from turning his arm so his inner wrist was bared to him because of how foggy he makes him feel.

Taehyung lingers on it, kissing and licking it slowly. Jungkook squirms, letting out a squeak followed by a nervous laugh. Taehyung slows down, gazing up at him in question.

“Tickles.”

“Mhm, mon chèri”, Taehyung sighs and turns Jungkook’s arm again to kiss each of his fingers and knuckles. 

Jungkook closes his fingers around Taehyung’s hand. Once again, this never happened to him before. He doesn’t know what to do, how to handle all of this. All he knows is that he is starting to feel vulnerable in familiar ways. He only gets like this when someone is helping him fall into subspace. Jungkook isn’t scared of the implications, enjoying the fall with a racing heart.

Taehyung lifts his head only to lower it again to Jungkook’s left arm. No inch should be left unkissed. He is so immensely in love with Jungkook’s body. There aren’t many people who ever made Taehyung say this. He always appreciated a beautiful body, but whenever he did, it was based on desire. Not with Jungkook. There is no desire motivating him, only love. And the hope that Jungkook will feel the appreciation he deserves to feel. 

He lifts his head once each knuckle was kissed. Jungkook is clutching his hand so tightly, breathing heavily with his cheeks flushed.

“Did this feel good?”

“So good”, Jungkook gets out, “Tae I-”

“Yes?”

“I’m sensitive there.” Jungkook guides his fingers to his lower stomach on the part just above his hip bones. “There.”

Taehyung exhales shakily. He is starting to relax and feel comfortable in showing his spots. This is exactly what he wanted to happen. He wanted to allow Jungkook to fall into a comfortable headspace, to let go of societal expectations and simply enjoy being loved. 

“Yes? Do you wish for me to kiss it?” 

“Yes, please.”

“May I fix you?” 

“Yeah.”

Taehyung picks him up to lie him down on his back, sitting down on his lap. Jungkook’s head rests on a pillow, his hair is messy this way. His chest heaves up and down quickly, his eyes are foggy in submission.

“Are you comfortable?” Taehyung makes sure, fluffing up the pillow before combing his fingers through his hair.

“Yeah”, Jungkook whispers, feeling small and vulnerable. 

“That is good to hear. Relax, mon chèri, relax”, Taehyung whispers and lowers his lips to the spot Jungkook showed him before.

Jungkook moans his name loudly, grabbing his hair and arching his back. His legs tremble, his toes curl. He expected anything but for this to feel so good. The intensity is as if Taehyung sunk him deep into his mouth, as if his most pleasurable spots were being stimulated. Jungkook has to gasp just as much, dropping on the blanket only so he could arch his back again. And again. And again. 

Taehyung feels out of breath as well. This is the moan of a man who is finally loved right. This is the moan of a man who is treated as a person. This is the moan of a man who has discovered his favourite spot. Taehyung feels patches of wet excitement soak his briefs. Jungkook turns him on so much. His kisses however are still placed with love not desire.

Jungkook soon pulls him away, writhing on the blanket.

“Stop please. Stop.”

“Are you still comfortable?” Taehyung asks him softly, holding still for now.

“It’s, it’s a lot. I, I was never- this is the first time I’m kissed there.”

“I figured. It can be very overwhelming to be touched on a sensitive spot. You did very well for your first time”, Taehyung praises, “may I reward you with kisses to your stomach?”

“Yes, please oh god”, Jungkook allows him, parting his legs. He wishes for his pants to magically disappear and for Taehyung to take him in whole. 

But Taehyung isn’t ready yet. Well, he is, but he merely doesn’t want to yet. He wants to show Jungkook that it is also possible for men to feel breathless in desperation. That it is also possible to be truly turned on. Getting hard is easy for a man, it doesn’t take much and because it is, his pleasure is so often overlooked. Taehyung wants to show Jungkook how much it is possible to get aroused as a man. That a hardened cock is not the highest form of desperation a man can experience. 

He dances his hands up and down, left and right on Jungkook’s stomach, guiding his fingertips along his paths and following it up with his lips and tongue. Jungkook’s stomach is so perfectly sculpted and such hard work needs to be adored and worshipped.

“You are beautiful. So beautiful.” 

Jungkook has to writhe again. He needs to stop him. It feels too good. 

“Stop, please.”

Taehyung soothes the shivers by kissing a path up to his neck to worship it instead. Jungkook whines, rolling his head to the side as far as possible to make sure that Taehyung gets every inch. 

“I can feel your heart race”, Taehyung whispers to which Jungkook merely keens and writhes. Taehyung kisses up and down along his jugular, taking in the sensation of his pulse. “It is so wonderful to feel how it affects you. You are so beautiful, everything about you.”

“Tae”, Jungkook has to stop him again. Everything is just too much. He pushes at his arms, arching his back.

“Do you still feel comfortable?” Taehyung asks him, soothing him by combing his fingers through his hair.

“Fuck me please. I, I can’t do much more.”

Taehyung smiles, “yes, you can. Relax, mon bel amour. Just relax.”

Jungkook melts into the blanket, fluttering his lashes. His eyes are so hazy, his cheeks so red. He has enough general knowledge about languages to understand Taehyung’s nicknames for him and they are weakening him. He is his beautiful love. 

“That’s it, relax mon amour”, Taehyung whispers and lowers his lips back to Jungkook’s neck. He kisses him with love and gentleness, leaving no inch untouched until he magically happens to be back at the spot above his hip bone. 

Jungkook shakes instantly, moaning so freely that Taehyung has to moan with him. This must feel like heaven to him. Such moans are normally only leaving him when he is pleasured in more obvious spots. Taehyung pays even better attention to it, wanting him to feel heavenly for as long as possible.

It feels like heaven to Jungkook. It does. Perhaps it feels even better than heaven. Taehyung’s big hands are on each side of his waist, warming him and making him feel so utterly cocooned in safety. Taehyung’s body touches the inside of his legs each time Jungkook tries to close them. They remind him how easy it is these days to give in to Taehyung. But what truly ruins him are his lips. He always knew this spot was sensitive, but it is insane how intense it actually is.

“Take them off please”, Jungkook begs with no control over his own words. 

“Your pants?”

“Yes, please”, Jungkook mewls, lifting his hips eagerly.

Taehyung doesn’t waste any time. He takes off his pants and boxers, placing them aside carefully. Jungkook’s length stands throbbing instantly, begging for attention. Taehyung gazes at it. It is smaller than in the real world and Taehyung wants to taste every inch of him. His tip is glistening in the fiery lights, his veins cast shadows. 

“You are beautiful.”

Jungkook rolls his hips up, begging for his touch.

“You are truly so beautiful. Every inch of you.”

“Hyung, please.”

Taehyung glances at him. His cock throbbed in his pants at the sound of this beg. Jungkook knew what he was doing, using their native tongue for it. He is actually desperate enough to forget every language but that of his childhood. 

“You are so beautiful”, Taehyung whispers and lowers his lips to Jungkook’s foot. He already got him to a point of utter desperation, but he doesn’t want to rush it. It would be unfair to his lower body not to be adored. Taehyung loves every inch of him and he needs to show it. He kisses each toe, each instep, each ankle and sole before he finally moves up to his shin and calves.

“Mon bel amour, oh how I cherish you”, he whispers.

Jungkook whimpers, twisting the blanket. He doesn’t know how much more he can handle. He was turned on before, but not like this. He can’t even think straight anymore, nor properly breathe. He wants it to be faster and yet last forever. Jungkook doesn’t know what to do now that he is so properly turned on. 

Taehyung moves on to his thighs, starting on the outside and working his way to the inside. One by one. Jungkook sobs his name with the first kiss upon his inner thigh, ripping his legs open so widely one could worry he might pull a muscle. 

“Is this a wonderful spot for you?” Taehyung asks, tracing it with his tongue and fingers.

“Yes”, Jungkook coughs out, fucking the air, “please.”

“My beautiful chèri, oh mon beau.”

“Please, oh god please. Please”, Jungkook gasps out.

More kisses to his thighs lets him know that he won’t be released. His hand acts against his will. He grasps his own length, jerking it quickly.

The loud whimper he releases because of it, makes Taehyung look up. 

“Hey”, he gasps, stopping him instantly. It is embarrassingly easy to drag his hand away. “What are you doing?”

“I, I need to be touched. I can’t do this anymore.” 

“But, you’re a good boy. You don’t do such things “

Jungkook shudders, “I’m sorry”, he cries, “I’m sorry, Sir.”

Taehyung melts. His heart races. He helped Jungkook into subspace. It was already known to him, but has it finally confirmed. With just his touch and romantic words, he helped him shed any kind of shame. Jungkook is so honestly him right now. 

“Don’t apologise, you are still my good boy. My goodest boy”, Taehyung praises him and sits back, “now make me proud and hold still.”

Jungkook nods his head vigorously, humming an enthusiastic yes. 

Taehyung undresses hastily at first, but falters once it comes to his briefs. He glances at Jungkook. Something in his eyes makes Jungkook want to sit up and hold his waist for support. He does so with a dizzy head.

“You’re beautiful”, he whispers, painting adoration onto Taehyung’s features.

“So you noticed my hesitation.”

“I did. Is everything still okay with you?”

“More than alright. I am simply just silly.”

“Silly? Why?”

“Please don’t laugh at me.”

“Why should I laugh at you?”

“I am not big. I, I am only that big because of the vampirism.”

“That’s okay. I’m only human too.”

“You are beautiful as a human.”

Jungkook smiles, “I’m sure you are really beautiful too.”

Taehyung blushes. He finally feels confident again. He takes off his briefs, looking at his own cock instantly. Jungkook moans, gazing at him. 

“What if I try? Maybe I can do it”, he argues because everything inside him begs to have Taehyung fill him. His cock is just as hard as his own, glistening in the shine of the fire. Its size is so human, so manageable. Jungkook craves the weight of it inside. 

“I don’t want to hurt you. Human bodies are so stiff and fragile”, Taehyung says even if he craves the warmth of Jungkook. 

“I’ll try to relax.”

“And we’ll use what as lube?”

“I don’t know, spit or precum.”

“Don’t be silly. Human bodies aren’t made to function with such weak lubricants.”

“But I want you”, Jungkook gets out shakily.

“I want you too, but I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

“It’s not taking advantage when I want it.”

Their eyes meet. He is repeating Taehyung’s own words back at him. They share laughter. 

“Oh Jungkook-ah, you mean so much to me”, Taehyung lets out, falling around his neck.

“Hyung”, Jungkook whimpers, sinking into his embrace. 

“Lie down with me, please.”

They lie down, heads sinking into the pillows and limps tangling. They are both on their sides, facing each other. Well, they are falling into a kiss. A deep, passionate kiss. Taehyung keeps his arms hooked behind Jungkook’s head, while Jungkook’s right hand grabs Taehyung’s hip to pull him closer. He throws his leg over his waist, grinding his hips into him just to make it feel a little like penetration. At least the movement is the same even if the warm stretch is missing. 

The kiss breaks messily. Jungkook moans heavily, Taehyung answers him with parted lips. He drags his shaky hand out of Jungkook’s thick hair, guiding his fingers to Jungkook’s lips. The latter takes them in without hesitation, sucking and licking them as if they were cock. He doesn’t open his eyes for it. Taehyung doesn’t either. They are completely lost in the moment. 

Soon Taehyung pulls out, sticking his fingers between Jungkook’s buttocks to rub his hole.

“Hyung”, the submissive younger moans, faltering in his grinds as his brain short circuits. Taehyung is massaging him, drawing circles and applying enough pressure to make it tingle.

“Does this feel good?” Taehyung asks breathily.

“Yes”, Jungkook whimpers, nodding his head. He grabs Taehyung’s hair, “please”, he breathes out, “please don’t stop.”

“I won’t”, Taehyung finally opens his eyes to gaze. He meets Jungkook’s hazy, drugged out eyes. “I exist to pleasure you, mon chèri.”

“Hyung”, Jungkook convulses, “it feels so good.” 

“It does. You feel so good. So incredibly good.” 

“Why does it feel so good? Oh god”, Jungkook whimpers, shuddering as another wave of electricity courses through him.

“Enjoy it, mon amour. You deserve it”, Taehyung whispers, feeling drugged out. This is the kind of state he wanted Jungkook to be in. Disbelief over how good the pleasure feels. This is what he should experience. His beautiful darling boy. 

Jungkook, overwhelmed in pleasure and with his heart barely wanting to keep up, slides his hand between their bodies to touch himself. His cock ached so much, he needed relief. 

What he hadn’t calculated in was Taehyung’s length being so close to his’ and so it happens that his trembling fingers wrap around Taehyung’s length as well. 

“Yes”, Taehyung, who believes the frotting to be planned, sighs and rolls his hips into the touch, “yes, oh Jungkook, ah.”

“Hyung”, Jungkook whimpers, picking up a rhythm. It might have been a mistake at first, but he doesn’t want to fix it. Their frenulums are grinding together, their shafts are too and their flushed tips are getting messy in shared slick. This is the best mistake he ever made.

He tightens his grip around them, concentrating his touches on their tips because it feels best there. It brings Jungkook terribly close to his orgasm, but he doesn’t want to stop. Being with Taehyung like this feels too good. He doesn’t want to lessen the pleasure for even one second.

“You are heaven. My darling heaven”, Taehyung sighs and rewards Jungkook with a faster rim massage.

Jungkook falters. The touch burns him too deep. He gasps and gasps, arching his back so their stomachs touch even more. Their cocks grind against each other in his shaking hold, the movement makes Jungkook gasp even more. 

“Fuck, you’re beautiful”, Taehyung presses out.

Jungkook peels his eyes open, meeting Taehyung’s adoring gaze. The older smiles, carrying honest love in his eyes.

“You are so beautiful”, he whispers.

This is it. The moment Jungkook realises that he is also in love with him. 

“Please don’t break my heart again”, he begs in a whimper, spilling tears as his body trembles in ecstasy.

Taehyung pulls him closer and wraps his hand around a bundle Jungkook’s hair, sending shivers down his spine. The pressure around their cocks is increased as well this way, the fingers on his hole are filling him up just a little. So close. They are so close this way. Jungkook curls his toes and twists Taehyung’s hair, having to moan because nothing could have prepared him for this moment.

“Your heart is safe with me”, Taehyung whispers in their native tongue.

“Promise me.” 

“I promise. You are my north star, Jeon Jungkook.” 

“Taehyung”, Jungkook chokes out and sobs, “you’re making me cum.”

“Don’t hold back, my north star. I will follow. I promise.”

“Taehyung. I love you”, Jungkook wails, breaking apart as his heart has finally reached its breaking point.

Taehyung spills tears instantly. Jungkook said it. He loves him too. He loves him.

“I love you too”, Taehyung croaks and follows Jungkook with a sob. Jungkook’s hand stops working around their lengths, but they make up for it with desperate rolls of their hips. Their shared mess smears all over their lengths, spilling on their tummies as well. It is so warm. So magical. So right. In this moment, their spilled pleasure has one single purpose. To show their deep connection. 

They are both immensely out of breath after their shared high, hugging each other for comfort. Both their hands are messy, but Jungkook doesn’t care, pulling him closer as his tears don’t seem to stop. He is in love with a man and it feels so right. He finally understands Taehyung. It feels so good to be queer. It is so right. 

Taehyung’s own tears don’t stop, but their reasons are different. He is in love with a man who loves him back. He is in love with a man who won’t hurt him. He is in love with a good man. And it is in such ways where Taehyung won’t have to hold back on his intensity of love because he likes it when he is romantic. Taehyung feels as if something in his life is finally going right.

They don’t get dressed for a while after they calmed down, cuddling under a second blanket as the fire slowly dies down. And as they cuddle, they exchange kisses and smiles and boyish giggles because the night is just too wonderful not to fill it with happiness.

“I love you, I love you, I love you”, Taehyung keeps repeating the words over and over again. In every language he ever learned and Jungkook answers him in giggles and whispers of adoration.

“How are you?” Taehyung asks him, cradling his cheeks as his sparkling eyes race over his face obsessively, “are you feeling alright? Did you enjoy it? Are you happy?”

“I’m so happy, it was so good”, Jungkook answers him, lulling his words because he is so far gone in a giddy, droopy headspace.

“Oh Jungkook, I love you”, Taehyung croaks and hugs him, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

It won’t be last time he chants his most favourite words and Jungkook loves every single repetition.

[alwritey-aphrodite]

Decorating Cookies with tasm!peter parker pleaseeee

2024 Holiday Blurbs

Peter doesn’t do anything by halves. He loves fully, he lives fully, he dedicates himself completely to whatever task is at hand. Sure, he’s got a tendency to be a little flighty and he’s easily distracted, especially where you’re concerned, but if he says he’s going to do something, you’ve got a guarantee that it’ll get done and get done well.

“I think I got ‘em all!” He shouts as he slams the door behind him, and there’s a gentle scolding forming in your throat until he rounds the corner into the kitchen and you see there’s no other way he could have possibly closed the door. His arms and hands are absolutely covered in plastic bags, each of them full of cookies.

The other night you’d mention offhand that there was a bakery in your hometown that would always sell frozen Christmas cookie cutouts in all sorts of shapes, and that decorating them was your favorite part of the lead up to the holidays. You and Peter do lots of baking together anyway, and you’ve done gingerbread houses and made other festive treats in the holiday seasons you’ve spent with each other, but this year Peter was determined to recreate some of that childhood magic for you.

“How much was all of this?” You ask as you peer into one of the bags and take in the variety of shapes inside, and Peter just shrugs with a smile.

“Doesn’t matter, don’t remember,” he says as he sidesteps you to start preheating the oven.

“Don’t you think this is a bit much? How are we possibly going to eat all of these?” You’re so grateful for Peter and for his thoughtfulness, but the amount of time and money he’s spent trying to recreate your childhood memories makes your skin prickle just a little, the uncomfortable feeling of being cared for settling in your chest.

“Well, I think you’re underestimating us,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead as he sweeps by you to start laying some of the cookies on a baking sheet, kissing the back of your head on his way back towards the oven, “and we’ll give some to May and she can take some in to work and we can give them to our neighbors. Really, the possibilities are endless.”

“So you’ve really thought this through, huh?”

“Oh definitely.”

It takes a while to bake the cookies, and at least half of them end up in your freezer to make another day, the thought of sugar cookies shaped like snowmen in April or August already making you giggle. The rest of the afternoon is spent decorating the cookies that were baked, and you can’t help but marvel at the variety of shapes Peter was able to find. There are gingerbread men, of course, and there are snowmen and mittens and stars and snowflakes and trees, and a handful of shapes you can’t quite make out.

Cookie decorating quickly turns into a competition, seeing who can make the best looking cookie which quickly turns into trying to make the shapes look like something completely different, which turns into seeing who can decorate with the most toppings. Not surprisingly, Peter manages to win all of them, his focus and attention serving him well for the first two and his lack of self-control and desire for bragging rights helping him with the last.

It doesn’t matter to you, even as Peter brings up his success for days to come with a teasing smile. All that matters is that you spent a wonderful day with your favorite person, who put so much energy and thought into bringing your childhood back to life. Plus, you now have enough festive sugar cookies to feed an army, which is an added bonus.

[becausebuckley]

2024 ao3 wrapped!

because i do in fact love wrapped in all shapes and sizes, whether it's spotify or ao3 or something else entirely <3 thanks @serenelystrange for the tag!

works published: 43

comment threads: 437

word count: 182,820

top 3 kudos’d fics:

it hangs in the air like stars in outer space

flufftober fic: when the two of them are having dinner, buck realises that eddie is wearing his date night cologne.

from your heart to your fingertips

after buck and eddie get together, eddie struggles with how much he wants to touch buck.

i'll show you mine (will you show me yours?)

when buck feels insecure about his nudes, he asks eddie for help.

top word count:

won't be alone for the rest of my life (37.8k)

how eddie diaz takes a long, hard look at himself, admits some truths, and builds his life back up.

where the lovelight gleams (25.3k)

eddie takes christopher to winterberry glade to make some good holiday memories. buck runs the local bakery and is always happy to show visitors around, though he doesn't usually fall this hard for them. too bad eddie and chris have to leave at the end of the vacation, right?

it's all fun and games (and family) (8.2k)

five times buck plans a game night, and one time he's invited.

top ships:

...yeah, i only wrote for buddie this year lol. they're my top ship, 42/43 fics - and the final one is an eddie solo piece, so no ships there.

top 3 tags + bonus

fluff (19) established relationship (18) getting together (18) sharing a bed (7, and my favourite tag i've been writing!)

it's so so fun to look at this overview - i had no idea that from your heart was doing so well kudos-wise, actually, and it's nice to look back on what i've been writing this past year. here's to a fic-filled 2025!

oh gosh i have no clue who has and hasn't been tagged in this, but if you wanna round your fic stats up and share them, consider yourself tagged!

[mossgh0st]

By Any Other Name (Jean Kirstein x Reader)

Summary | Jean realizes not all nicknames are bad.

Contents | Fluff, No use of y/n, Eren and Floch are little shits, Mikasa manhandles Eren, snarky!Jean

Pairings | Jean Kirstein/You, Eren/Mikasa

Notes | This was inspired by @fandominfestation‘s post. Header image credit goes to Portgas D. Ace on Pinterest.

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He hates it.

The snark of Eren Yeager matched only by himself, the holler of his cackle makes Jean Kirstein’s spine stiffen.

What’s worse than his cackle? Only one thing.

“HEYO ~Jean-boy~!” The high pitched whine of Eren’s voice bellows from down the hall. There could not be a worse nickname, coming from a worse person. If he didn’t know better, Jean would say even the bricks lining the walls of Mitras’ capital building shuddered in embarrassment for him. Floch’s (fucking fuck that guy, Jean thinks) stupid laugh follows quickly behind, his wheezing sounding more donkey than human.

He can’t stop the lava-hot anger boiling to the surface, shoulders rising and fists clenching at his sides. Now they’re both laughing, and he wants to deck them both in their stupid, snide faces. Jean turns, eyes narrowed to a slit, “Where’s your bodyguard, Yeager? I don’t see your usual evil brooding shadow.” Smirking, he knows he hit Eren right where it hurts, in his puny runt-sized heart. Fuck it, if he wants to play hardball and mock my mother, I’ll play, he thinks.

Eren short circuits and Floch’s jaw falls open. Before Eren becomes his usual flash of rage induced, uncoordinated, off-balance flurry of flailing limbs, Jean stalks off not quite fast enough to miss the tail end of a devastating loss.

Mikasa grabs him by the collar before he can wind himself up, “Why do you always do this shit?”

Jean smirks to himself. “Oh, hey Mikasa. Didn’t see you there!” He calls.

He’s rounding the corner when Yeager grounds out a retort that’s followed by an “Oof,” where Mikasa yanks his collar a little too hard.

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Yeager still tries his patience, incessantly. Jean blows him off nowadays, his temper no longer simmering just below the surface. When his pest’s favorite insult doesn’t even make his skin prickle, he knows he’s fucked.

There’s a new factor at play, and Jean’s too preoccupied to care much about Eren being a little prick. All because of you.

It’s not his fault, he thinks. You’re so sweet. If they bottled and sold you as a drink, no one would get enough. It’s in the way you smile, eyes twinkling. How you immediately flush when paid too much attention, or address a group. Your soft voice and desire for the quiet. Jean knows you’re not a pushover, you’ll knock someone on their ass. The difference is in how - with few words spoken and gracefully, swiftly, without hesitation.

So when Jean spends the night in your quarters, warm and wonderfully devoid of the regular scout racket, his mind is far, far away from fucking Yeager and Floch. And, when you beckon him closer in the lamplight, finger under his chin and a glint in your eye; when you whisper “Come here, Jean-boy,” before bringing your mouths together… well, he’s never loved the sound of his own name more. Yeager can eat a bag of dicks, he thinks, right as your lips part and let his tongue explore the softness of you.

With one hand on your waist, the other in your hair, and you on his lap, hands around his neck, he knows for certain that he is absolutely and unequivocally fucked.

Bonus: Eren tries it again and the unintended effect is that Jean gets a raging boner.

[theresattrpgforthat]

do you have any recommendations for games with interesting superpower mechanics? bonus points for a clear love of superhero comics as a genre

THEME: Superpowers

Oh gosh do I have some recommendations for you. I have likely spoken about pretty much all of these games before, but I feel very strongly about them and I can’t help myself from talking about them again!

Exceptionals, by Bramble Wolf Games.

Exceptionals is a game inspired by X-Men about and for the spaces and communities marginalized peoples make for themselves. Play as a Geno, one of little less than 0.5% percent of the population that has gone through a mysterious process called Claremont-Simonson mutation, as you try to navigate a world that won’t make room for you. Exceptionals is a game about what the mutant metaphor means to you and the different lenses through which we view it. Punch back and build something of worth together in this narrative tag-driven tabletop role playing game.

What Exceptionals does differently than the other games mentioned here is that it ties all of your character abilities to descriptive words or phrases. You’re not just heavily armoured, you have bone spikes and you’re exceptionally good at resisting extreme temperatures. Your powers can just as easily be things that slow you down and get in your way as they can be handy weapons or powerful resources. Not only that, but your character is also defined by their role in the community. Are you excellent at socializing and often called on to provide a distraction? Or are you good at noticing details, and therefore asked to investigate local mysteries? Each answer gives you a tag you can use to improve your chances of success.

If you have some experience with Fate, you might find Exceptionals to feel pretty familiar, with the biggest difference being in the dice used. The system itself uses 2d10, with modifiers applied through tags, the environment around you, and social bonds. Your bonds are crucial to improving your chances, and that is why Exceptionals champions community. If you want a game that cares deeply about the media it’s drawing from, then I recommend Exceptionals.

Spectaculars, by Scratchpad Publishing.

Spectaculars is a tabletop roleplaying game where players create their own comic book universe, craft heroes and villains to populate that universe, and then play through full-length campaigns to tell incredible stories of heroism and villainy in a world of their own creation.

Spectaculars has different decks of superpowers depending on the kind of genre you’d like to play in, but you can also mix and match if you’d like. Your superpower options are dealt to you randomly, with five basic superpowers always available if you don’t like the options you’ve been given. You get five unique cards, out of which you can choose up to three. I really like this because it prevents analysis paralysis, while still giving you a good number of unique options!

Your superpower ability is usually tied to a percentile - 80 being your best power, 70 being the second best, and 60 being the tertiary (should you choose to take all three). Rolling under that number means you succeed, and you can also roll advantage or disadvantage dice to determine extra details - like whether your move sets up another superhero really well. Each superpower could have up to two different effects, using situational limitations or time tokens to debuff anything that is extraordinarily powerful.

So for example, the Corrosion power gives you the ability to reroll any advantage dice you roll once, as long as you are trying to corrode non-living matter. However for Light Manipulation, you can make whatever light effect you evoke last for longer if you put two time tokens on your card, and you can allow yourself to use your power and do something else at the end of the round by adding four time tokens to the card. At the beginning of your turn every round, you get to remove a time token. This is a great game for folks who love tactile play, as the tokens, dice and power cards give you a lot to handle.

If you want a more in-depth review of Spectaculars, you can check out this summary by Deeper in the Game.

MASKS, by Brendan Conway, at Magpie Games.

Halcyon City has had more than its fair share of superheroes, superteams, supervillains, and everything in between.

Your team of young supers must forge your own path amidst the pressures of a world full of people telling you what to do and who to be, and kick some butt along the way!

Masks: A New Generation is a superhero tabletop roleplaying game full of action, youthful angst, and dazzling bravery. Take on the roles of members of the latest generation of superheroes, young adults trying to figure out who they are and what kind of heroes they want to be.

I am remiss if I don’t talk about MASKS, the first game I would turn to if I wanted to replicate Young Justice, Teen Titans, or anything from the Spiderverse series. This game is often cited as one of the definitive examples of what a Powered by the Apocalypse game can do, and for good reason. The superhero powers are present as picklists tied to each playbook, while what separates the playbooks is the inherent struggle of the character. Are they trying to hide their mundane identity? Are they struggling with feeling like a freak? Do they have a legacy to live up to?

I think these thematic elements show a deep love for the superhero genre, and I also love that the chances of success aren’t tied to what your abilities are, but rather your reasons for using them. If you are trying to protect someone, you’re rolling Savior, but if you’re trying to do damage, you roll Danger. In either situation you could be using your powers, but it’s intent that matters - and then you describe how you want to do it in order to give us an idea of what success or failure would look like.

FASERIP, by Gurbintroll Games.

FASERIP is a neo-clone game of super heroes, based on a classic 1980s role-playing game. The game contains a flexible yet streamlined super power system, and a completely new character generation system which keeps the fun and unpredictability of the original game’s random character generation but tempers it with an emphasis on balance and player choice.

This is a retro-clone from another superhero game that has since gone out of print - I think perhaps Marvel Super Heroes? Unfortunately I’m not familiar with the source material, but I can tell you that this version is free!

FASERIP is pretty granular in your ability level, ranking characters and difficulty levels from Zero to Infinite. Your superpowers in this game have a few important factors - source (how you got the power), rank (how effective it is), and boosts (how flexible your abilities are. Powers are determined randomly in FASERIP, with roll tables used to determine what kinds of powers you get and how many boosts you get. If you’re a fan of older rules systems and random power generation, I recommend checking out FASERIP.

Those of Us Who Know Better, by C.J. Linton.

Those of Us Who Know Better is a tabletop roleplaying game about transgender superheroes whose powers come at a price. Civilians by day, in community every other Thursday evening, and heroes by night, the players use their powers to problem solve and offer protection and support around town. These powers must be used sparingly, however, because every use of a superpower demands a specific and costly remuneration.

For some reason or other, your characters are under a contract that gives them powers. How that contract came to be and how it functions is up to you, but the result is this: every time you activate your superpower, you must pay a price. If you do not pay this price, your character is immediately subjected to intense physical pain.

The book has a short list of some common superpowers, such as flight, fire manipulation, and super senses. It also has a short list of consequences - with options such as get an animal to bite you, run for five minutes, and take a shot of alcohol. The book has some basic guidelines for what to consider when creating your own powers and prices, so I think the world is your oyster with a game like this.

[shunin-gumis]

(Not) Lonely SANTA's Mission - Track 03

Seasonal Event: Christmas 2024

Location: HAMA House - Living Room

Nagi: …Glue the eyes to the chrysanthemum, and attach the felt ears… 

Nagi: Add some puffed rice into the wrapper and tie it off with a ribbon… 

Nagi: Muun… 

Nagi: (After which I cast a charm of happiness— And that’s a wrap on the “Bunny Bouquet.”)

Nagi: (Yup. As I thought, working on the bouquets in the living room wards off the sleepiness compared to working on it back in my room.)

Nagi: Onto the next one.

Nagi: (Next is the Teddy Bouquet. Add the eyes to the chrysanthemum…)

Nagi: (The ears… Puffed rice…)

Nagi: (Charm…)

Nagi: …*snore*

Nagi: —*gasp*

Nagi: This isn’t good… My consciousness is floating away like the seeds of a dandelion… 

Nagi: Fluffy… 

Nagi: (T-There’s a weight… on my back…)

Nagi: (Could this possibly be the first encounter with one of the Seven Wonders of HAMA House: “The fairy that pulls you under if it catches you past midnight”...?)

Nagi: No way… Jose… 

Kuguri: My, so you were awake, Nagi?

*Nagi sinks down a bit*

Nagi: Oh, thank goodness. It’s just Kuguri-san. Um, you’re… really heavy… 

Kuguri: Mhm, that would be because I’m putting all my weight on you.

*Nagi keeps sinking down*

Nagi: Once again, the shepherd's purse is crushed gently… by the ever beautiful lily… augh… 

~~~

Tao: Argh, that last round didn’t go well. I seriously messed up my reload timing.

Tao: I’ll just grab an energy drink and move on to the next match…

???: Can’t… Breathe… 

Tao: Huh… Who’s groaning? No one’s supposed to be in the living room… The heck…

Kuguri: Hello, maci.

Tao: Woah, Kuguri-san, what are you doing here by yoursel–

Tao: W-Why are you on top of Hachinoya-san!?

Nagi: T-Tao… 

Tao: What are you doing!? Please get off of him!

Kuguri: That’s too bad. I simply wanted to enjoy the warmth of a pale flower for a little longer.

Nagi: Phew… I was almost flattened… But I was also surrounded by Kuguri-san’s nice scent in the meantime, so I guess I broke even…? No, it might be better than even… 

Tao: Are you alright, Hachinoya-san? What are you two even doing out here this late? It’s 4 AM, y’know.

Nagi: *gasp* This is no good. I need to get ready to head to the market.

Nagi: See you later, Tao, Kuguri-san. 

*Nagi runs off*

Tao: Sure…

Tao: It sorta looked like he’s working on something with his flowers… I wonder if he’s been working at night too?

Kuguri: My, hard workers have it hard, don't they? December is something of a bonus month meant for relaxing.

Tao: You slack off, like, every month though…

~~~

Location: Flower Laundry

Sonia: Yesh… Got it. Thank you for your order~

Sonia: Nagi-shan, we got an additional requesht on a pending order! I’ve left the note over here!

Nagi: Got it. The other Christmas bouquets are also perfectly done.

Sonia: The one that will be picked up at noon, yesh? I’ll keep it safe in the storage.

Sonia: Shtill, it’s a good thing we have sho many customers~

Nagi: This is a special holiday for florists. We should make good use of it.

Sonia: That reminds me, did you finish making the bouquets you plan to hand out later today?

Nagi: There’s still three left. The atmospheric pressure isn’t looking good today, so I’m taking the bus. I’ll make them on the way. 

Sonia: In that case, it’s probably besht if you leave now while you have two hours to shpare, beshides the time you need for travelling. 

Sonia: If you manage to get there early, you could always take it easy at the cafe nearby.

Nagi: Huh? But… 

Sonia: It's okay! You can leave the shop to me!

Sonia: Here you go, the usual shafety and emergency bag packed by yours truly!

Sonia: It’s got the bandages you losht lasht time, your helmet and whistle, and I’ve even put in shome extra cat toys and nyao-churu*!

Nagi: Sonia… 

Nagi: Thank you. These are all really handy.

Nagi: I’ll be off, then.

~~~

Location: HAMA Downtown

Nagi: (For a moment, I was worried when I ended up diving headfirst into a gaggle of cats while trying to avoid a snowdrift, but I was saved thanks to Sonia’s items.)

Nagi: (I managed to get to the station safe and sound. There’s still time before the bus arrives, it’s almost scary how smoothly this is going.)

Nagi: (Alright, I should use this time to make the remaining three Teddy Bouquets…)

Baby of the person sitting nearby: Da~

Nagi: Wah.

Nagi: (A tiny hand just grabbed onto one of the chrysanthemums…)

Baby’s Papa: Oh! C’mon, don’t do that. I’m so sorry for the trouble…!

Nagi: It’s okay… 

Baby of the person sitting nearby: Uua?

Nagi: …… 

Nagi: Muun… 

Nagi: (Grow up healthy and strong—)

Baby of the person sitting nearby: ?

Nagi: …Um. You can have this, if you’d like. As a present. 

Baby’s Papa: Wait, really?

Nagi: Yes. He seems to like it, and I have plenty to spare, so— 

Madam with a strong presence: Oh my, how wonderful! Could I have 3 of those teddies for my children too!?

Nagi: Um, uh, huh?

Kids with a strong presence: Wooow–! So cuuute! Gimme gimme gimme!

Nagi: Awawa… 

Nagi: S-Sure, here you go. Three teddies.

Kids with a strong presence: I don’t like this ribbon!

Nagi: Okay. I’ll change it for you, so let me know which color you like. Red? Alright, take this one.

Nagi: The chrysanthemums are delicate, so be careful not to crush them by accident. Yep, I’m glad you like them too— 

*sound of the bus leaving*

Nagi: …Ah.

Nagi: Excuse me, please wait. I need to get on too…!

~~~

Nagi: *out of breath*

Speedy delivery guy: Get outta the way! I gotta deliver this pizza within five minutes!

*Nagi slides to the right*

Nagi: Woah.

Kind worker: Watch out for that traffic cone!!

*Nagi hops back to the middle*

Nagi: Not a problem.

Taco vendor passing through: Welcome~ Happiness from the other side of the world, now at your doorstep~ Would you like to try our Mexican Avocado Tacos~

*Nagi slips and falls backwards*

Nagi: —Ah.

Nagi: (Turns out the skin of an avocado is pretty slippery too…)

Woman: That’s some gymnastics you just went through but, are you alright!?

Man: That spine’s arched so soundly even a lobster would be surprised…! Is your back okay!? I’ll call for an ambulance right now…!

Nagi: (I won’t make it in time if I’m loaded off in an ambulance…)

*Nagi gets back up*

Nagi: D-Don’t worry about it. Goodbye…!

*sound of tires screeching to a halt* 

Nagi: Oh.

Terrified witness A: Yikes, that guy just dived in front of that clearly luxurious looking car…

Terrified witness B: He’s a goner… 

Nagi: (...I wonder if I can reach a settlement with them. If I’m forced to work in some underground empire, I’ll need to check in with Kafka whether side-jobs are okay or not…)

*sound of a car window rolling down*

Liguang: What the hell are you doing, Hachinoya.

Notes:

Nagi specifically uses pompon mums for his bouquets this time, which is a smaller and round variety of chrysanthemums. Chrysanthemums in flower language can mean "noble," "believe in me," and "I love you" (specifically 君を愛す - kimi wo aisu, which is slightly different from the usual 愛してる - aishiteru)

Nyao-churu seems to be a play on ciao-churu which is a cat food brand.

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[suzukiblu]

may I ask if you have any fic recs handy?? dw if not

Hmmm, well, let's see, what have I read recently that I especially liked . . .

. . . oh okay yeah I got way too into this, lol. wELP, such is life!!

Eyes Like Kryptonite, by dragonez. Supercorp. Lena Luthor gets an either time or dimensionally-displaced Kryptonian on her balcony who inexplicably seems to think a Luthor can help him, and then she has to deal with that. Kara does not love this development (but definitely loves Lena) and Conner just wants to get home to his family.

I Want It That Way, by WynterSky. TimKon. I cannot even explain to you how good this fucking fic is. Just--TimKon, but make it 90's. Why are you still here? Go read it. Go read it NOW.

Catherine/Bruce Medieval AU, by iselsis and PotatoLady. Catherine/Bruce, past Catherine/Willis. What it says on the tin, and also omegaverse. I am WAY too into this fic, hah, "Bruce saves Catherine and takes in her and Jason both" is so, so small a genre but so, so GOOD a genre. [ tw: past rape ]

You and me and them. Let's be pack. Let's show the world we chose each other, by Ace_of_Hearts4444. TimKon. Tim finds out Kon is a newly-presented stray omega in an AU where being packless is a Big Fucking Problem and Young Justice has some fucking FEELINGS about that fact.

The tale of a cat who stole a diamond boy, by Ace_of_Hearts4444. TimKon. I'm not really into "Tim is Stray/Catlad" AUs, but I am VERY into this TimKon concept. Also, like yes, obviously Tim is exactly unhinged enough to do this.

in the shadows, by Kieron_ODuibhir. Batman was Bruce Wayne's imaginary friend, but now he's Dick Grayson's. I could cut a bitch for more of this concept, oh my GOD. 💔

A Hummingbird Suspended, by poisonivory. Thad/Match. Thad gets out of the Speed Force and wants to fuck shit up, but unfortunately Match is very attractive and has even more unfortunately grown some morals.

Gut Feeling, by Ao3time. Lois finds a superclone in a lab and welp he's hers now. No takebacksies.

With Violet Light, by Evilpixie. Jason Todd wants to blow up the Batmobile and ends up a Star Sapphire. There's, uh, an adjustment period.

This isn't how things are supposed to go. But we've always been unorthodox., by RenkonNairu. Superbat, TimKon. Kryptonian omegas are not the same as human ones, and human alphas are not the same as Kryptonian ones. And therefore Bruce Wayne and Tim Drake are having a fucking time of it with Clark Kent and Conner Luthor, and Lex is just doing his damnedest to ruin as much shit as he possibly can. [ tw: rape ]

Talk That Slick Talk, by thebodydies. Kenan/Kon. Kenan meets a weirdly friendly stranger who's apparently trying to pick him up. Kon is literally just wearing fucking glasses, man. Also I desperately need more of this pairing, especially in this interpretation, please and thank you. [ this is just smutty kinky smut and you should immediately go bask in it ]

( annnnnd not-DC-but-still-superheroes bonus round!! )

I wanna be that guy (the girl under you), by Stackthedeck. SpideyTorch. Peter Parker/Johnny Storm + kink = gender?? [ more kinky smut for you to go bask in!! ]

[grigori77]

Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 120

A play on Assassins Creed ... hmmmm ... where are we going with THIS then, Samuel? Okay ... yeah, I'm not really sure I'm feeling this one, guys. Oh ... okay, I think Robbie's commitment to the bit is starting to win me over, at least ... but yeah ... I think that one ultimately failed to really make an impression on me ...

Robbie has an announcement? Wow ... good on ya, boy ...

IS IT coming to an end yet, though? You guys have to FINISH THE GAME first, after all. I'll believe this is it when IT IS it ...

Anyway, so what NOW? Big cliffhanger, so now for the payoff ... where are we going? IS THIS gonna be a TPK? I mean I'm very nervous about it now ...

Oh yeah, that's right, Braius you ARSEHOLE!!!

ALREADY?!!! Crap! ROLL INITIATIVE!!!

Dorian tries to do something WHILE HE CAN ... a 9th Level Foresight? Okay, then ... doing one for himself, then ... best time for it, then ... hope you learn something RELEVANT, Blue Boy! Save the day! EIGHT HOURS?!!! Oh, that's just ... yeah, that is pretty SEXY ...

Laura's ALREADY looking for a giant Kaiju member to suddenly make an appearance ... yeah, reckong Mastt's right. Terms of service would have something to say about that ...

ROLLIES!!! Always fun ...

"Braius the Betrayer" ... yeah, the boy's NEVER gonna live that down, is he?

Dorian flies right into the middle of this whole situation ... careful, cutie! Orym would be pretty upset if something happened to you right now! Mass Cure Wounds? Nice one ... Robbie: "Oh, do you see this?" Marisha genuinely geeks out seeing the score ... 25 HP back each! Beautiful ...

Chetney Wold lands right in the thick ... yeah, he's going at it! He gets slashing with his claws ... first misses ... oh, I should think 27 WOULD hit ... but a Dirty 20 DOESN'T!!! Oh man ... that means it's some serious high AP ... at least he gets ONE hit in ... Crimson Rite! Yup ... oh shit, Psychic Feedback? Oof ... not so good ... ANOTHER NAT20? Oh, so he DOES get a hit on that last ... YEAH, that's more like it. Nice one, Travis!

Wait ... the head is now GONE ... Laudna (gasping in wonder): "We killed it!" Yeah, I don't think so ... no, that's much worse ...

Imogen casts Blade of Disaster! Oooooooh ... dump on that head, Imogen! KRISSSSSSHHH!!! 2 attacks! First hits! Oh, lots of dice maths for the damage! 34 points! Going again ... ANOTHER hit! 20 this time? Okay ... that was BONUS action? NOW for the action, then ... okay ... oh boy, Laura's trying to do something SNEAKY ... Mind Sliver? On the HAND?!!! Madness ... amazingly it actually WORKS!!! Bizarre, but GO OFF, girl!

TWO Legendary Actions? Oof ... Shriek of Oblivion? This sounds potentially scary ... OH MY GOD THAT'S HORRIFYING!!! O.O ... roll well, guys! SIXTY-TWO POINTS of Necrotic damage? Nightmare!

Ashton does dsome dodging round to get to Fearns and takes his attack ... oh yeah, 32 DEFINITELY hits ... BOOM!!! Oh TWENTY-ONE hits? Okay, so we got the magic number, then ... another POW!!!

Another Legendary Action ... The Evolving? Excuse me? Gods help us ... AAAAAAAAHHH!!! Holy shit those are HORRIBLE rolls for us! O.O

Laudna DOES NOT take out her ball-bearings ... no, you're NOT playing Beau right now, Marisha ... Hunger of the Shadow Shard? Bloody hell ... Dead Girl's getting SPOOKY right now ... I love it! Suck that Essence, Laudna! 11? Ugh ... so not much to glean from that, then ... nuts ...Shadow Walk? Nice ... and it's a BONUS action? SWEET!!! Okay, full-on spooky teleportaton! I love it ...

Orym sprints round and jumps up onto Braius' shoulder, uses him as a springboard to leap onto the head ... careful Wee Man! Meanwhile thanks to Braiu's Truthbearer, Predathos' attack of opportunity DOESN'T WORK!!! Nice! He starts slashing away with Seedling ... wait, Condense Glass? NOT FAIR, Matthew!

Maw of the Red End? Oh my GODS, Matthew! These Legendary Actions are really gonna hurt us! FUCK!!! Orym just got CHOMPED ON!!! And a Dirt 20 is NOT ENOUGH? Oh fuck ... wait, he just got EATEN?!!! O.O NOOOOOOOOO!!! Wait ... oh thank FUCK for Misty Step! THat was almost HORRIBLE ...

MORE limbs? FUCK!!! Meteoric Slam? Argh! Catapulting Blow? Marish: "All this shit is made up!" Laura: "Tell him that!" Not sure that's gonna make much difference, guys ...

ANOTHER claw! Oh fucking hell that's a TERRIFYING mini! Watch out, Imogen! AAAAAAAAAHHH!!!

Miracle Devourer? Oh for fuck's sake ...

Fearne throws some 4th Level Scorching Rays at it ... that's FIVE attacks! That's a Hit! And another! Nat20! Yes! Yet another! Whoa, ALL FIVE ht their target! Fucking BEAUTIFUL, Ashley! You're a BEAST right now! Roll that immense amout of damage dice! Here we got for some complicated dice maths ... O.O ... 30 points of fire damage ... another 8 on top of that ... nice ... BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!! And now Mister chucks more flaming shit ... another hit! SPLAT-PHWOOOM!!! Matt: "If a massive kaiju could look icredulous from being shat on by a flaming monkey, this one would."

Marisha THOROUGHLY FOILS Matt with the most well-placed Critical Roll EVER!!! The reaction is VERY well deserved!

Braius casts Staggering Srike at 4th Level ... "My god will reward me when I SMITE YOU!!!" It misses? Balls ... second attack HITS though ... double the dice? Oh boy ... this should be interesting ... Divine Smite too? Ooooooh ... oh my fucking GODS that's 77 points of damage on a single attack! O.O DEVILMAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNN!!!

Dorian gives himself some positive reinforcement and casts and 8th Level Crown of Stars ... that's NINE MOTES!!! This shoucl be interesting ... attack the hand! At advantage! POOM!!! Nice one!

Chetney jumps down and slides to the head ... he swings with Turmoil ... NAT20!!! Nice! And a second hit! 29 points of damage, then 22! Plus the Thunder damage! KRAKADOOM!!! Blood Curse of Bloated Agony! Yeah! Go off, Old Man!

Is Predathos about to try and GROPE Fearne right nw? XD ... Marisha: "I've seen this hentai." Screech of the Ravaged Mind? Oof ... again, that's NASTY!!!

Imogen shifts round for a sweet shot ... she TRANSMUTES her Lightning for a nice fat explosive THUNDERBOLT ... at EIGHTH LEVEL?!!! Bloody hell, Laura ... O.O ... and it fails ALL of its saves ... oh damn you, Legendary Resistance! Laura DOESN'T HAVE ENOUGH dice for this damage roll? XD ... I love it when that happened ... 48 points of Thunder damage! KRAKADOOM-KABOOM-BOOM!!! Oh ... WHOA!!! One of the claws just SHATTERS!!! O.O Fucking hell ... another Spectral Blade attack ... A CRIT!!! Yes! Thats TWELVE D12 of damage! Yet MORE serious dice math! 59 points of Thunder damage! Fucking AMAZING round, Laura! You're a GODDESS right now!

Ashton runs and JUMPS at the head ... oh that DEFINITELY hits! With a Chaos Burst too! Lightning! Perfect! POW!!! Next hit ALSO hits! Another Chaos burst! Psychic damage this time! BOOM!!!

Laudna is now out of position so Marisha has to completely rethink her tactics ... thinking, thinking ... what IS the range on Bane? Marisha: I;m coming, I;m coming." Laura: "Okay!" Sam: "Very clinical!" XD ... Fireball? Old school! At 3rd Level ... and she DOESN'T CARE if she gets Braius while she's at it cuz she's STILL pissed at him ... plus Fearne's IMMUNE to fire ... PHWOOM!!! 8 D6 of Fire damage! Nice ... and it FAILS its Dex save too ... 24 ppoints of damage! Then she Quickens for a Chill Touch ... 30 total DEFINITELY hits! 20 points of Necrotic damage and he CAN'T regain hitpoints until HER next turn! Fantastic!

Orym springs onto the crystal ... oh, that DEFINITELY hits ... so he keeps slashing! Second misses, but third hits! CRACK-CRACK!!!

The head MOVES?!!! Balls ... but only ONE limb shifts ... Another Shriek of Oblivion? Bollocks ... oof, that's so horrible ... save well, guys! Half of 67 points of Necrotic? Oof ... shit, yeah ... Fearne is DOWN ... Mister's shaking her right now desperately trying to wake her up! NOOOOOO!!!

Ruinous Claw? GODS NO!!! Stop, Matt! We can't take it! 52 points of Slashing damage? Oof ... Shield? Oh thank fuck, well done, Laudna ...

Ashley rolls a death save ... O.O ... please work ... a Nat1? That's TWO instant failed saves! NOOOOOO!!! She has ONE LEFT!!! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck ...

Braius is NOT gonna help her right now ... "Show me your nipples and persuade me." Boobies? Try it, Laura ... Liam: "Her heart's not in it." Okay, I guess that DOES work, then ... come on, Braius! Titties! Just SAVE HER already! He takes it as a Divine Sign ... XD ... he rushes to Fearne and uses Lay On Hands to get her back up ... phew ... thank the horny gods ...Sam: "For my bonus action, I will --" Travis: "Rub one out?" LOL ... then he Inspires Laudna with a FANTASTIC painting ... oh, she's CONSIDERING forgiving him now ...

Another claw strike! Balls ...

Dorian floats up to engage the claw ... he draws his sword and starts hacking away ... 27 definitely hits! Oh my GODS he basically CHOPPED THE HAND OFF!!! Beautiful! He floats to the other hand and gets swinging again ... yeah, 30 ALSO hits! Defensive Flourish? Ooooh ... and a Healing Word for Ashton! Nice ... 29 points back! Sweet ...

Another claw atack and Fearne's PRONE so it has advantage ... oof ... Shield? YES!!! Bloody USE IT!!! Oh thank fuck ... perfect ... that was almost SO BAD ...

Chetney clicks his Boots of Speed to rush to Imogen, then uses the Staff to cast Blink on her ... really? Interesting ... and now he just COLLAPSES from exhaustion ... XD

Fucking hell this is already EXHAUSTING ...

Imogen uses her spinning Blades for another attack ... 24 points of damage! Now 9 points ... hmmm ... now she shifts and throws a 6th Level Lightning Bolt ... BOTH fail! SWEET!!! Double the damage! 84 points of Thunder damage! KRAKADOOM!!! BOTH of the arms are DESTROYED!!! And she BLINKS OUT!!!

Ashton is out of range so he just rushes in as close as he can ... no joy this turn, then ...

Laudna recasts Mirror Image on herself, then Quickens an Eldritch Blast ... gods bless Spell Sniper ... so that's FOUR hits with one a CRIT!!! Beautiful! That's 50 damage on a cantrip! Magnificent!

Orym runs up to Fearne and pours a healing potion down her throat ... that's 44 points of Health back! Nice ... and now he's covering her too so she has EXTRA AP for her next turn! Nice ... good old Orym!

No Shriek of Oblivion! Good ... more limbs, though ... BALLS!!! Screech of the Ravaged Mind? Oof ... more saves, then ... roll well, guys! Balls ... even with a 20 Fearne STILL takes 35 points of Psychic damage ... so much for all that healing ...

Ruinous Claw again ... ouch ...

Fearne staggers up and casts Flame Blade at 6th Level ... with Sneak attack? Nice ... holy shit ... NATURAL 20!!! Matt: "Holy shit, you can READ THAT DICE!!!! Oh the incredulity! LOL ... oh this is gonna be a FUCKTON of damage ... lots of dice AND it's DOUBLED ... O.O ... 37 doubled ... SEVENTY-FOUR POINTS of Fire damage! SSSSSSHHHHHHWOOOOOMMM!!!

Braius just STRIDES UP to the head and starts swinging ... Staggering Smite! 30 definitely hits ... a 3rd Level Divine Smite! 51 points in one hit! But he MISSES his next hit, wasting a 5th Level Divine Smite! Bollocks!

Maw of the Red End again? Shite ... this time it's going for Ashton ... a Nat20? SHITE!!! Silvery Barbs? Oh that's a BEAUTIFUL SAVE, Fearne! Marisha: "Witches be bitchin'!" Even so that's A LOT of damage dice ... halved, though ... strength check! 26! Phew ... so it DOESN'T eat him ... thank FUCK ...

Dorian casts Healing Word on Ashton ... 20 points back! Then he starts hacking away with his sword again ... ANOTHER NAT20!!! Beautiful ... with Blade Flourish TOO ... oh nice ... this is gonna be another BIG PIECE OF DAMAGE ... another hits after ... nice ...

Chetney races to Ashton and drops a healing potion off to him, then flanks Braius ... he starts swiping at the head with Turmoil ... BOOM!!! KA-POW!!! Beautiful ...

Imogen pops in and Transmutes a 5th Level LIghtning Bolt ... Sex save means it succeeds, so only half damage ... BOOOOO!!! Not fair! That's 30 altogether, then ... nuts ... but at least it does SOME damage ... then she uses a Sorcery Point for a RANGED Shocking Grasp ... but its MISSES?!!! Bollocks ... so she Blinks again!

Ashton starts whaling on it with the hammer ... Reckless? Go for it ... with a Chaos Burst ... Cold damage ... that's 54 points of damage altogether! THWACK!!! Thief of Defeat is so sweet ... 31 definitely hits ... another Chaos Burst ... Acid damage! BOOM!!! He burns the Shard of K'Mort and turns entirely crystal ... FANTASTIC ...

Another claw attack on Dorian ... oof ... and now it aims a Telekinetic Vacuum at Laudna ... Marisha: "What if I pop out a titty?" Matt: "Ive already seen it!" Crap ... she gets sucked right up to it ...

Wow, this REALLY puts Marisha into a bind ... she has no choice but to move away ... Mirror Image? I don't like this ... so it BITES HER ... shit! That's a lot of damage ... PLEASE don't be eaten ... oh wait ... can Chetney save her? OH MY GOD TRAVIS you are a fucking HERO RIGHT NOW!!! Fucking BEAUTIFUL save! She thanks him as she rushes away for some good range ... finally she turns and hurls another Eldritch blast at the head ... all four hit with TWO CRITS!!! Holy shit ... that is SEVENTY POINTS OF DAMAGE from an Eldritch Blast! O.O ... yeah, she just POURS this damage on this bitch right now! Pure furious retribution! Finally she chucks a Hex at it and that's it for that turn ...

Orym rushes in and uses a RANGED ATTACK with Seedling! Holy fuck ... beautiful move ...

The head moves again ... damn it ... oh, they're RIGHT IN IT now ... it can just attack EVERYBODY now ... O.O ... SEVENTY-THREE points of Necrotic damage? Sweet FUCK ... Dorian is DOWN?!!! Fuck! Braius too? Shit ... thank fuck Fearne has Evasion, she doesn't take ANY damage ... that's a CRIT against Chetney ... O.O ... 52 halved? Oof ... ANOTHER attack on him? ANOTHER Crit! Laudna throws Slvery Barbs in to counter that ... thank fuck ... Oh ... that's a NAT20 on the THIRD ATTACK against Chet ... 58 points halved ... FUCK!!!

Fearne moves into a better position and throws a Scorching Ray at 4th Level at him ... five attacks ... FOUR out of the five hit! Sweet ... 35 points of Fire damage!

Mister chucks some more flaming shit at him ... BOOF!!!

Another claw attack ... and YET AGAIN it's going for Chetney! 30 points of Slashing damage! Shite!

Braius fails his first Death save ...

Maw of the Red End .aimed at Imogen ... shit ... Imogen is chomped and it BREKS HER, she is DOWN as it SWALLOWS HER!!!

Matt chooses to call a break NOW ... O.O

Dorian succeeds his first Death save ... phew ...

Chetney uses Turmoil to fling a Shatter at the head ... 38 points of Thunder damage! BOOM!!! He Misty Steps behind the head, staying JUST out of range ...

Fuck ... Matt just made that SO MUCH WORSE for everybody AGAIN ... O.O ... it's DIGESTING Imogen now and she IMMEDIATELY fails a Death save - she will DIE next round if she fails again ... FUCK!!!

Ashton is FULLY WILLING to let Laudna KILL HIM for a Hail Mary if it works ... that's badass ... he goes to the head and tries to FORCE THE MOUTH OPEN ... oh you badass stone punk I LOVE YOU ... holy shit Taliesin you steely eyed missile man! Beautiful strength check! Oh, Reverse Whisper? Fascinating ...

Holy shit what IS that t-shirt ... my gods Robbie WHEN did you do THIS sexy shoot? You look INCREDIBLE ...

Reaching down the throat Ashton 5tries to drag Imogen free ... another Strength contest ... oh that is BEAUTIFUL ... wait ... he LEAVES THE HAMMER and just pulls HER free so he can be ABDLUTELY SURE that he can make this work ... but she's OUT of the maw now ... okay, NOW what is he gonna do? Since he's now changed BACK and he's just a WRECK ...

Laudna gets up to the head and casts Void Puppet ... it takes on the form of Otohan? HOLY SHIT ... she USES ASHTON'S HAMMER for this ... okay ... a Disintegration ray? Nice ... if this works it will be AWESOME ... she has to roll 12 or higher for this to work ... or it will backfire CATACLYSMICALLY on Ashton ... 9? OH MY FUCKING GODS ... O.O ... how fucking bad is this going to be?

The head burns a Legendary Resistance to succeed, but the hand fails ... she SERIOUSLY fucks it up, but it could have been MUCH more impressive ... oof ...

Orym drops his Hex and instead shoots a vine out to grab Dorian and drag him into relative safety before pouring a healing potion down his throat ... 15 hit points back and he is UP ... oh man, that;s a ROMANTIC moment in the middle of this shit ...

Another claw attack this time at Orym ... and Wee Man is now DOWN ... fuck ... right in front of Dorian! NOOOO!!!

The head is going for Laudna ... Mirror Image? Please work this time ... YES!!! Thank fuck for that ... a claw attack at Ashton ... halved means 23 points of Slashing damage ... now at Fearne ... a Crit? MATTHEW!!! COME ON!!! She burns her Silver Barbs ... but it still does damage ... FUCK!!! She's out AGAIN!!! But at least she burns HIM while he does it ...

Mist is PISSED right now so he just FIRES his Flame Seed at it ... POW!!!

Fearne fails 2 Death saves ... FUCK!!!

Braius ALSO fails a Death save ...

Dorian struggles up. taking in the ruinous scene around him ... he swoops STRAIGHT UP above and then dumps a Mass Cure Wounds onto the group ... 29 hit points back to EVERYBODY, while he holds back from himself ... oh you sweet, SWEET man, you're too pure for this world ... finally he Inspires Braius. That's a beautiful round, Robbie ...

Matt? What are you doing? He just shredded all but THREE hit points right back out of her again ... YOU BASTARD ...

Chetney rushes to the head and swings at it with Turmoil ... two heavy hits! 38 points of damage ... but he takes three back himself ... second hit is 33 points of damage ...

The head moves AGAIN ... and goes for Ashton ... Dreadful Misfortune? Oh nice ... BEAUTIFUL move, Ashton! So Predathos just BITES HIS OWN TONGUE instead! XD ... beautiful ...

Imogen forces herself up on her hands and knees ... oh ... fuck ... the Ring of Remembrance? Shit ... what's THIS gonna do? Oh my god, if this doesn't work she's going to DIE ... She has to roll a 4 or higher ... oh my fucking gods the tension right now ... O.O ... TWELVE!!! Holy shit ... oh my gods this is going to be INSANELY powerful ... and she can use a Sorcery point to Transmute it too? HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!! She's changing it from Fire to Thunder ... so it's a Meteor Swarm? Wow ... Laura ... I think you just WON THE GAME ... I cannot WAIT to see how this works ...

Robbie (to Laura): "Have you ever been happier with a fistful of dice?" Oh my gods, I know ... O.O

This is already SO MUCH DAMAGE and it's only the FIRST HIT ... 154 points of damage ... sweet fucking OH MY GODS ...

Imogen is LITERALLY RAINING FIERY HELL on this fucking thing right now ... O.O

Marisha: "She is the Storm, baby!" She is indeed ...

Matt: "Imogen Temult, how do you want to do this?" The table collectively LOSE THEIR MINDS ...

Pure havoc. Everybody just has to COVER UP and hope for the best as rocky devestation pours all around them ... meanwhile Imogen is just a glowing Exaltant Ruidusborn GODDESS right now ...

Oh, so the little child version of Prdathos is back? Interesting ... oh, it's breaking apart? They're drfting away and merging with her ... right, so what DOES this mean?

Laudna pulls the Mask out again ... and it just crumbles in her hands ... hmmmm ... not the best sign ...

Yeah, reckon it's best to just GET THE FUCK OUT of this place while you still can, guys ...

Liliana? Oh yeah ... best get to her quick ...

Whispers? For Travis NOW, when he's trying a smell check on Lliana? What does that MEAN?!!!

SERIOUSLY guys, you need to LEAVE!!! Go now!

This whole thing's turned into the clamax of Krull right now ... they're running out of the Black Fortress as it's collapsing around them! AAAAAAAAHH!!!

Healing is good, you guys better get yourselves back into SOME semblance of passable shape while you're moving ...

Imogen Messages Caleb ... oh hell, Liam has to start shuffling through his Character Sheets to check what Caleb has right now ... so they're all just mopping up the remains of the battle, looks like ... okay, this is a victory, then, but a messy one ...

Could Ira get them out? Or Planerider Ryn?

Imogen tries to Message Ryn now ... okay ... oh here she is! Hey! She might be able to help? Nice ...

Roll a D100? Crap ... not a good sign ... 74? Apparently that's good ...

Planerider Ryn is IN DA HOUSE!!! She's missing her arm, but otherwise in one piece ... nice ... She can take EIGHT of them and herself ... so somebody gets left bebhind no matter what if this includes Liliana ... hmmmmmm ...

Laudna has that elf amulet from the place near the Secret Entrance? Nice ... that could do it ...oh ... wait, maybe not, then ... crap ... I don't know, it's confusing ... hmmmm ...

Yeah, this is all very complicated ... I have a feeling this is PROBABLY going to go spectacularly wrong ...

Somebody has to get in the Hole no matter WHAT we do, just PICK one of you ...

You're running out of time here, guys! Do something NOW!!!

Dorian goes in the Hole! Hold your breath!

A doll? YES!!! hat's do it! Perfect ... Ryn has a focus points now. TIME TO GO!!!

WHOOSH!!! They've teleported! Let Dorian out of the bag! Phew ... oh wait, there's somebody here!

A massive army? A mixed bag ... oh, it's the forces of Vasselheim? Interesting.

The Dusk General? Sounds cool ... and there's some ANGELS too? Wow ...

Crap ... has Imogen just become a target? Not good,. not good ... now what do we do?

Scary arse goliath woman ... doesn't sound too pleasant ...

Oh hell, is this all just gonna kick off? These people don't seem to like each other ...

Okay ... this MIGHT be salvagable ... be VERY CAREFUL about what you do next, this could go bad REALLY EASILY right now ... O.O

Yeah, sounds like Vasselheim would be the smart place to go. Let more qualified minds take the lead on this ...

Roll good, guys ...

Yeah, Dorian does have his charms ... XD

Oh the angels are like an official ESCORT now? That's pretty cool, actually. I hope that's a GOOD sign ...

The Ruidusborn in the group are, like SERIOUSLY SHINY right now ... that's all kinds of hot ... O.O

Lake Umamu? Nice ... they're back on Exandria, then. Now what?

The Ashari! Hey! Finally, some friendly faces ...

And Ryn's tagging along, that's good ...

Vasselheim! As required ... perfect. Wow ... yeah, this place is READY for some shit ... and this is where Matt calls it a night.

Right ... so sounds like the next episode is potentially a proper climax for the campaign, then ... I guess we'll see. Is it Thursday yet?

[theaviatorthatcouldnotfly]

I miss Milo Murphy's Law :(( did you have any Season 3 ideas?

jsbfksjflls I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS ANON YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE-

of course milo and zack getting chased by something big and round in the first episode (maybe some topiary thing because it would be spring)

milo and his new telepathy!! chad feels kinda down and milo gives him a hug and tells him he hopes he feels better soon. joni is uncomfortable in class because it's way too cold and milo gives her a spare jacket. bradley is nervous about not doing well on his math test and milo wishes him good luck and tells him he'll do great. amanda forgets her eraser at home and panics for a second before milo, from across the room, tosses one onto her desk.

(and all the whole everyone's just like ".........how'd you know when I didn't even SAY anything" and milo's all "well, what doesn't kill you on an alien planet only gives you telepathy!" and no one can tell if he's joking or not)

oh and speaking of bradley: an episode where he and milo get trapped in a classroom or just have to spend the entire day together and within the span of 11 minutes of one-on-one interaction with milo he kinda has a "huh. you're not so bad" kinda moment. he even lets milo hug him for an entire 2 seconds at the end!!!!

for the sake of continuity some recurring character/s have their "a big round thing is rolling through the school and it may or may not be caused by my own actions so I need to stop it before things get destroyed!!! also 'just roll with it' is magically playing in the background idk how that happened" subplot

an episode with the kiddos (the entire mid-afternoon snack club group + chad pls) spying on mr drako (chad insisted) to determine whether he really is a vampire. in the end there is still no definitive answer and everyone but chad is tired

i need dakavendish follow-up i need them to be the biggest losers in existence with each other

they absolutely have to call each other "balthazar"and "vinnie" at least once

joshua pruett mentioned that they were playing around with dakavendish being promoted and actually getting opportunities to save the world but they (particularly cavendish) end up hating it. I need that to happen. I NEED IT. the angst potential has entered the room

ZALISSA FOLLOW UP!!!! a bit of awkwardness perhaps bc they are dorks. romantic directness on the same level as S2 milanda please

also more milanda more milanda more milanda im-

another school dance episode!!

zack has to take care of his twin siblings for the day and they want to meet the other two members of the infamous trust triangle so he goes and invites milo and melissa over. chaos ensues and by the the time milo and melissa leave the house the front section of zack's lawn has been burnt to a crisp and the twins have fallen fast asleep even though it's barely 7 in the evening

MEETING YOUR SECOND DIMENSION COUNTERPARTS???? since season 3 was supposed to be directed towards interdimensional stuff??

bonus points if dakavendish is canon in the second dimension

milo goes over to amanda's house to work on a project at one point and amanda already warned her parents about murphy's law and told them to baby proof their most prized possessions. they both end up taking a liking to milo and his positivity while also being slightly terrified of him. by some miracle the project does get finished but not without the typical dose of chaos and fires

an episode dedicated to bradley, mort, chad, and amanda and what they do all day when they're not actually part of the main plot

and more bradley mort chad and amanda in general I just love of all of them

more saneal!! I need them and milo to go to a dr. zone comic con together and dress up and be the gigantic loveable dorks that they are together

doofenshmirtz still needs to continue his professor time arc so he's still gotta be there ofc but give him less screen time than s2 pleaseeee. it's milo murphy's law and at the end of the day the focus should always be coming back to milo, zack, and melissa as well as dakota and cavendish

MORE JUST GETTING STARTED!!!

dakavendish finally gets that trip to hawaii

the murphys go on vacation for spring break and yet again total chaos ensues

more school field trips to the museum

for the sake of middle school shenanigans and continuity another sports-academics thing. I'm coining the term cherography (chess-marathon running-geography) but literally anything would be fine by me

the kids go to a public middle school so the inevitable standardized testing episode must be done

I'd love to see a school talent show or a school play episode (run by amanda and assisted by milo of course)

episode/s where melissa is just trying to go about her day with milo and zack when she suddenly disappears after getting caught up in the newest Time Travel Related plot of the week. zack and milo are confused until suddenly she and savannah reappear out of nowhere to deliver an out of context warning ("DONT GO NEAR THE DUMPSTER" or "GO BUY COTTON CANDY NOT ICE CREAM") before disappearing again to fix things

just more melissa and BOTT shenanigans in general honestly i love to see it

an episode focusing on the mml gals!! it could be brigette and sara it could be amanda and melissa and lydia it could be all of them it could be other characters but just an episode like that!

there's a mandatory science fair thing and milo and zack are partners so they decide to go with the most convenient option possible which happens to be a potato-powered lightbulb. somehow they literally flood the school gym with their potato-powered lightbulbs but as it turns out half the class didn't bother to or forgot to do their projects so they just take the lightbulbs and use those as their projects. by the end mrs. murasaki gives everyone a 'C' for functioning but unoriginal projects apart from melissa and bradley as well as amanda and joni

yeah that's all from me but first and foremost I wish mml would get renewed!!!!! for s3!!! usvfkajnfkajmfmalmdlanfms