#one was created out of liquid and one died because of it

[thelucidduchess]

New petition to call The Goat “Tyrone” in honor of Dipper’s first clone in Gravity Falls.

[theesterianempire]

Can't Sleep - Spencer Reid x Y/N

When no one's heard from Y/N in over a week the team begin to get worried so Spencer pays you a visit to find out what's going on.

Trigger Warnings: Depression, Taking Anti-Depressants

Word Count: 2124

Tick… tick… tick…

You sigh, rolling onto your back to stare at the ceiling.

Tick… tick… tick…

You grab your phone from the night stand and stare at the blank screen wondering when the battery died.

Tick… tick… tick…

You drop the phone next to you and sigh, yet again.

Tick… tick… tick…

You stare at the ceiling.

It was a repetitive pattern you’d fallen into most nights.  Staring at the ceiling, staring at your dead phone, sighing heavily as sleep eluded you.  The ticking of the clock becoming the sound track to your sleepless nights.

You felt your stomach gurgle… when was the last time you’d eaten? Had it been today… yesterday… half an hour a go..? Time meant nothing to you now.

You should go and eat something, or at least drink some water because who knows when you last did that either.

But you couldn’t.  You couldn’t get up, you couldn’t leave, hell, you couldn’t even bring yourself to move that god forsaken ticking time bomb of a clock.  So instead, you just lay there, staring hopelessly at the ceiling.

You were so lost in your sleep deprived mind that you missed the knocking on the door, the sound of keys in the lock, the sound of footsteps getting ever closer to your room.

“Y/N?” A voice called, a voice you knew all to well, “Y/N..?”

You willed yourself to move, to acknowledge his presence but the energy was not there and simply begging your body to move was not enough.

The shadowy figure made its way into your eye line, looking down at you, right in front of you, yet you couldn’t make out any features.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” The figure loomed closer, “Y/N, I need you to respond, just a blink… Y/N?”

You could hear the worry mixed with a sense of calm composure due to needing to address the issue at hand.

You felt your eyelids flutter closed and open again.  It was an automatic response, really, but still the movement seemed to drain you further.

“Okay, Y/N, I’m going to sit you up.” The voice explained.

The next thing you knew you were being hauled into an up right position, propped up against a pillow you didn’t even know had been moved.

“I… I’m sorry…” You rasped through dry lips as the shadowy figure filled out to reveal Spencer sitting before you.

Spencer sighed, running a hand down his face. “…Y/N…”

Spencer stood up, disappearing from your sight for a moment, you wanted to watch him walk away but you couldn’t move, even if you wanted to… which you really did.  It didn’t matter though as not a minute later Spencer reappeared in your line of sight, a bottle of water in hand.

“You need to drink something,” He spoke softly as he unscrewed the cap and slowly brought it to your lips.

As the liquid passed your lips it felt so cold and so soothing on your tongue.  

Spencer made sure not to tip the bottle too much, just creating a steady enough stream of water to satisfy you but not too much that you’d choke.  You swallowed just a few mouthfuls when Spencer slowly moved the bottle away from you, replacing the cap and putting it on the night stand next to you.

“Y/N…” His eyes looked at you with concern and pity, “What happened to you?”

You wanted to talk, to explain the state he’d just found you in but you couldn’t.  The words just wouldn’t form.

“You’ took a leave of absence from work.  No ones heard from you in over a week. We’re all worried about you,” Spencer paused, taking a shallow breath, “I’m worried about you.”

“I…” You started as tears began to pool in your eyes.

“Hey… hey…” Spencer soothed, quickly moving closer to you.

He raised his hand to rest it on your cheek, wiping away the tears that began to fall with his thumb.  It was fruitless, there were too many, yet he tried anyway.  Nevertheless, it was comforting, so comforting that you found yourself leaning slightly into his hand.

“I can’t… I can’t do this anymore…” You spoke, voice cracking as tears fell faster.

Spencer removed his hand from your face, shifting on your bed so that he was next to you, pulling you into his arms.

“It’s okay…” He soothed quietly.  Holding you firmly but not too tight as if he was afraid you might break under the pressure.

The pressure helped and soon enough your tears dried up, leaving you more exhausted than you were previously, if that was even possible.

“Oh, Y/N,” Spencer sighed.

“It was the last case,” You whispered, “All I can see if her, if I close my eyes… she’s there, every time, it’s like she’s following me.” “It wasn’t your fault.” Spencer said confidently, adjusting so he could look at you as he spoke. “It was her choice to go with her husband, to warn him he was caught.”

“But I was the one that got their first, that spoke to her.” You spoke carefully, “If I had done something differently, said something different then maybe she wouldn’t have…”. You trailed off.

“Y/N, her husband was a master manipulator, you couldn’t have undone what he did to her.  It didn’t matter what you said.  What does matter is all of the lives you saved, the people you got out of the way as you ran in there.” Spencer took a breath, “When was the last time you ate?”

You paused at the unexpected question.

“I… I’m not sure.” You say slowly, “I…”

“It’s okay.” Spencer soothed, “I went to the shop on my way over.”

Spencer slowly got up, making sure you were properly seated after you’d been leaning on him.  Then he left the room returning what felt like minutes later with a bowl.

He carefully sat down next to you placing the bowl, full of soup, in front of you. Before you could move for the spoon Spencer picked it up, bringing the spoon up to your lips.  You hesitated for a moment, feeling silly about how he was spoon feeding you.  Even so you opened your mouth, letting him place the spoon on your tongue.

You slowly swallowed the warm liquid as he pulled the spoon away, swiftly bringing another spoon full up to your lips.  He repeated this action a few more times before you gently turned your head away.

“No… I… thank you,” You muttered quietly and embarrassed.

“Y/N, you need to eat.  Please, just a little more?” He asked gently,

“No… I uh…” You mutter, “I don’t feel well.”

As if all of your energy returned in one swift second you shot up, running into the bathroom and collapsing by the toilet, retching painfully.

Spencer didn’t miss a beat and was right next to you sweeping your matted hair away from your face, gathering it all in one hand and placing his other hand on your back, rubbing soothing circles.

“It’s okay…” He muttered, “You’re okay…”

The retching continued for a few more heaves before you collapsed back into Spencer, all of your energy leaving you once again.  He moved his arms and wrapped them around you, holding you softly.

Your chest rose and fell heavily as you caught your breath.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” You whispered between breaths.

“It’s okay.” Spencer replied gently.

As Spencer sat there holding you, letting you catch your breath, he glanced around your bathroom.  It was quite small and simple but there were pieces of you all over it through your forest green towels, jasmine scented shower gel, a little framed picture of flowers hanging on the wall next to the mirror.  There was something else that caught his eye, just next to your toothbrush on the sink.

“Okay, we should get you back into bed.” He said softly, “Do you think you can stand?”

You nodded slowly.

Spencer removed his arms from around you and stood up, before reaching down and helping you up.  As you reached an upright position a wave of dizziness washed over you.  You would have hit the floor, hard, had Spencer not been there to catch you.  Without missing a beat he swept you up into his arms and carried you into the bedroom, gently placing you on the bed.

He pulled the covers back over you from where you’d thrown them off to run into the bathroom.

“Are you okay?” He asked after a moment of silence.

“Yeah…” You spoke quietly, uncertainty in your voice.

You and Spencer fell silent again before he sucked in a deep breath.

“Y/N, I uh…” He began, “I saw the bottle by your sink. You uh… I didn’t know you took anti-depressants.”

You raise your eyes to meet his.  His eyes were gentle but full of concern.

“I haven’t been.” You admitted quietly, “I got the prescription refilled when we got back to Virgina but I… I’ve not been taking them.”

“How long, Y/N?” He asked,

You look away from him, not willing to look him in the eye, you couldn’t bare his worried gaze on you when you did this to yourself.

“About a month…” You whispered, “I… one day I went to take them and I realised it was the last one.  The we got called away and I couldn’t refill the prescription.  Then we got back and I forgot all about it until…” You meet his gaze again, “Until we got back from LA and I needed them, I knew I did.  But then I was home, all alone and I just… I couldn’t bring myself to take them, to do anything really.”

Spencer gently laid a hand on top of yours.

“Y/N, you know you can’t just come off them like that.  Especially when you’re not ready to.” He explained gently,

“I know… I know… I just…” You felt tears well up in your eyes again,

“Hey, it’s okay.  I’m not mad at you.” He quickly spoke, “But you need them, okay?”

You nod.

“They��ll make you feel better.” 

Spencer then pulled out the orange tube and opened it, tipping out two white pills.  You didn’t even see him take them from the bathroom but there they were, in his hand.

“Will you take these for me?” He asked, you knew it wasn’t really something you could say no to so you held out your hand, taking them from him.

You placed them both in your mouth as he grabbed the water bottle he’d placed on your night stand earlier.  He swiftly opened it before bringing it up to your lips, letting you get a mouthful before he pulled it away.

You swallowed, allowing the pills to pass down your throat.

“Thank you,” Spencer said with a small smile.

“Why are you thanking me?” You asked, confusion lacing your voice.

Spencer just gave you another small smile, placing the bottle back on the side.

“When was the last time you got proper sleep?” He asked, ignoring your question.

“I’m not sure…” 

Spencer stood up slowly and walked over to your window, pulling the curtains shut before turning back to you.

“Why don’t you lie down?” He suggested.

As you began to move lower on the bed he moved the pillow that was propping you up so you could lie down properly.  

After you’d settled on your side, Spencer watched you for a moment before speaking up again, “I’ll just be in the living room if you need anything…”

He began to walk to the door but you spoke up.

“Spencer?” You called quietly,

“Yeah?” He turned back to you.

“Will you lie with me?” You asked.

Without another word he walked around to the side of your bed, slipping off his blazer as he did.  He gently laid it over the chair in the corner of your room before removing his tie and placing it with the blazer.  Next he rolled up his shirt sleeves before softly laying down behind you.  He gently pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around you.

“Thank you…” You whispered.

“Any time.” Spencer said gently through a small smile, “Now try and get some sleep.”

For the first time in who knows how long you felt somewhat comfortable in your bed.  The incessant ticking of the clock wasn’t bothering you, instead the sound of it was covered by the soft thumping of Spencer’s heart and the gentle sound of his breath behind you.

You let out a long sigh of content before letting your eyes flutter closed as his warmth enveloped you, allowing you to settle into a deep slumber.

[purebarnes]

WHAT SIDE IS RIGHT?

SYNOPIS. an argument between bucky and reader ends them breaking up

TAGS. Angst. Small fluff.

PAIRINGS. Thunderbolt! Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader

NOTE. My babies. Marvel is getting my therapy bill atp anywayss please send requests ya guys have/want!!! i love hearing what you guys would like to read and also if you want to be be on a tag list lmk cause im up to create one

You weren’t exactly sure what had happened to you in the last year, to be exact the last 14 months when everything went so wrong. After the whole catastrophe with Thanos and losing many people in the process, you sort of didn’t have an idea on how to cope with that loss. You didn’t have anyone after Tony died.

He was like a brother you never had. But then you had Sam and Bucky, you thought that was enough. You didn’t need anyone else. Things were running smoothly, stable. It was you three.

Sam was your best friend.

Bucky was everything.

You deeply cared about both men so much, you all had lost people and gone through hell in your lives. But in this line of work, you understand what it meant to be a protector and people needed you.

So you had to make a choice. Even though it hurt you to even consider to get between them, you knew what it had to be.

Sam was the right choice. Right?

Sam had told that Ross had wanted him to re build the avengers. Past you would had many flaws and comments about that but it was Sam that would lead them. You knew he would be great. He obviously asked if you’d join his team and you of course obliged.

Then as he told Bucky, you only came to realize that he would be joining a new team called the “New Avengers.” Oh how that stinged.

Sam was distraught and betrayed by his best friend. Ross showed you the media report as he told you two that extreme measures needed to be taken. You groaned internally at this ‘War’ that it would create between each side.

So there you were, on the hard floor laying down. Just gazing up on the ceiling, biting your bottom lip slightly but enough to feel a little blood from your nerves that were pumping.

You felt the steps of a certain someone. He took a seat down on the floor and laid the same way, turning his head to see your face.

“This is about to turn to shit. You know that?”

Sam nodded, his face not changing.

He let out a loud sigh, his brows slightly raised. He understands what was about to happen but he couldn’t help but feel so hurt by Bucky.

“Well, i got you. Don’t I?”

Your mouth slightly raising, “Yeah, always.”

Sam leaned in and gave your cheek a quick kiss, watching him leave to go do business with Joaquin.

Bucky was a mess.

You left him. You couldn’t do it anymore, he made his choice pretty clear and so you needed to do the same. If you chose Sam then that meant you couldn’t be with Bucky anymore.

You were a nervous wreck that night..

You stood in the elevator, waiting for it to ding to show you were there but you were honestly happy that it was taking forever because you didn’t know if you were going to be able to go through with it.

Your heart was pumping, your left hand feeling a little numb. But that was just your nerves and they were shit.

You had a little liquid courage. Maybe that would help. Probably not.

The elevator doors opened and dinged and you saw that it was empty, you took a step forward. Bucky who was standing in front of the island, making a drink for himself as it looked since he was alone.

Sliding the alcohol, he drank it.

His eyes met yours as he licked his lips. He sort of relief seeing you, “Hey, doll.” He whispered gently looking at your emotional presence, your smile faded, eye lids heavy and just looking so exhausted.

“What’s wrong?” Reaching over to grab your hand but you refused him to hold you. You backed up, “Don’t.” You muttered, looking down to refuse to meet his gaze.

Bucky’s brows creasing, a slight frown appearing. Confused, “What?”

“I can’t do this. We need to break up.”

Your lip already quivered, you felt the tears already forming but stay on the bottom of your eyes clearly refusing to fall.

“No. What are you saying? Did Sam put you up-”

“No! You jerk. This is all me, I can’t be with you if you are going to do this. You hurt him.” The tears already streaming, making your vision blurry.

Bucky shook his head. “Please. Don’t do this.”

“You made your choice. You choose others over us. Your family?”

“I’m sorry.” He whispered.

You wiped the tears with your palm, “I hope they are worth it. Goodbye Buck.”

With that, Bucky grabbed you with all force and smashed his lips onto yours. Pure desperation, he couldn’t let you leave over something like this. The kiss full of lust. For a second, you cave in and started to kiss back with the same desire but you couldn’t do it. You shoved him back,

“No.. no. Stop.”

The second your lips parted, you let out a breathy sigh, earning for him back but you came here to do something.

“Tell me what to do..” He begged you, his eyes glistening with some sense of hope.

Your lips parted, waiting to say something. “If I said to leave, would you?”

“I can’t leave them. Bob needs us..”

You frowned at the older man, “We needed you. You said we were your family, we were there for you.” A permanent absence memory clearly.

“It’s different-”

“Bullshit. Everything I’ve done was for you, I nearly lost Tony just for you.” You seethed, a sob threatening to escape.

“Then I lost him and I had no one. Then I got you both and now I’m losing you again.”

Deep down Bucky knew the right answer. If it was for you then he’d do anything for you, you knew that but everything changed when he went back to New York.

“Please..” He voice faltering,

“Goodbye, Buck.”

You spoke finally and he just stood in place, not knowing what to say to you to help you or himself. There was no fixing what had broken, it was more then just Sam.

You started to walk the other direction as you met the eyes of 5 other people. Sensing they were the new team, your gaze turned into a unrecognizable stare.

You shook your head, that betrayal was worse then anything.

A final farewell, “One last thing. When it comes down and it will. This is a fight you won’t win and I don’t care who I hurt.”

The blonde and Brunette stepped forward, “Don’t worry. We got each other." Giving you a hard glare.

You chuckled incredulously, “How sweet.”

“You don’t have to do this.” John Walker spoke to you, a sort of understanding that he knew.

“See ya. Whenever that is..” you spoke before stopping and seeing one person, “And who are you?”

He looked up, nervously pointing. “Uh, me? I’m Bob.”

“Bob. Huh, see ya Bob.”

lifting up, you soon vanished away.

All eyes now turned to Bucky who had gulped down another glass of his choice of liquor.

Bucky, Yelena, John and Ava all walked out back in the new Avengers tower, “But we are the Avengers. The government said so.” Yelena spoke out.

“How does Sam Wilson not understand that?”

“Well, he does have the shield.” Bucky replied.

“I have a shield also.” John stated.

“It’s not a shield.” He retorted.

“It is a shield- It’s a shitty shield.”

“Great shield, Bucky.” John added before rolling his eyes.

Yelena groaned, “Okay. If he,” pausing before saying your name slowly, “put together a team then they call themselves the Avengers. Then who are the real avengers?”

Ava shook her head as Bucky eyed her since he still was dealing with losing you. It had been so difficult without you.

“Well, that’s the question the internet has been asking. And judging by the nasty memes I’ve read.. they don’t think it’s us.” John sighed sadly.

Yelena turned back to Bucky, “Weren’t you going to talk to him?”

“I already did.” He blankly spoke.

“And?”

“It went poorly.”

“And did you try to talk to her?” She gently asked.

“Yeah, she wants nothing to do with me. Nothing I can do.” Bucky blinked. Averting his eyes towards the floor.

“Great going.” Ava replied, “If you two didn’t have to say anything then she’d probably-”

“She thinks I chose you guys over her and I kind of did.”

“Do you regret being on our team?” John added hesitantly.

“No. I just miss her, like alot.”

Getting many sympathetic looks his way as he looked away, John nodded quickly.

“Look. I can help you find someone- I don’t want anyone.” He seethed shoving him harshly.

“Your track record is pretty awful.” Ava spoke truthfully.

“Shut up. I hate you all.”

Right in came Alexei, wearing an atrocious outfit like he was a nascar driver or something. “Hello, team.” Grinning at them.

Bucky groaned at his outfit, “What the hell are you wearing?”

“I heard about Wilson and your not girl anymore. They are dumb.”

“But, me, I’m smart, I’m smart man. I have smart solve.”

Yelena opened her mouth in disbelief.

“A-V-ENGER-Z! Avengers with a Z! There is no copyright.” Looking to see the approval from the team but no one liked it at all.

“Look- Feel. Like a baby seal.”

Bucky got up abruptly, Yelena looked up.

“Where are you going?”

“To go fix this.”

Bucky had not gotten far clearly as he saw you in the hall. Face clearly upset from possible tears you had fallen,

“Bucky..”

“Doll..”

You ran directly towards him as he opened his arms openly, you wrapped your arms around his neck . You both stayed there until you were forced to move. You couldn’t do it anymore, you were so alone and he was your light.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled in his neck.

“No, I’m sorry. I love you and I’m sorry for making you feel the opposite.”

You sighed, “I don’t want you guys to fight. I love you both.”

He nodded, “I know, baby. I know.”

You leaned back, “Can you please just try to talk to him? He agreed to hear you.”

“Yes.”

You smiled, in response you leaned in immediately peppering him with kisses, on his nose, many on his cheek, jaw, forehead.

“Thank.” Kiss “You.” Kiss. “I.” Kiss. “Love.” Kiss. “You.”

Bucky chuckled at the many kisses and gave you a long and passionate kiss. We’ll make out session as she brought you in a supply closet that night.

-

“Huh. You think they made up?” John asked.

There you were laying on top of Bucky, his breathing easing you up each time. Snuggled up together, Bucky having his arm wrapped around your back as you sighed happily in your sleep.

“No shit.”

“Aw, they are adorable.”

“Shut up. You are gonna wake them.”

“Just one picture-”

“No- my bad.”

You woke up to the shutter noise and started to groan at the loss of sleeping and your man’s warmth.

Bucky groaned. “You got 20 seconds.”

“What- wait Bucky. Too late.”

Bucky then had gotten up and chased them as you sat up and saw Bob who was reading his book.

“Hey Bob.”

“Heyy.” Waving at you so innocently. Oh boy.

[studiogrimm810]

Soft Skin

pairings/characters: (established) sam x plus size!afab!you

summary: a night of comparing yourself to the beautiful women around you has lead your own self image to be severely tainted and sam just can't have that

warnings: intense description of hatred towards ones body, self-image issues, shame, internalized misogyny

word count: 2,537

A/N: this was a request!! i kinda poured my little heart into this one, might be a bit triggering for some who are struggling with body issues but i kinda based this one off of some personal experiences with my own shame in public along with my husbands kind words of encouragement afterwards. this ones for you, ares, tysm for requesting <3

———————

The roadhouse buzzes with rowdy conversation and questionable retellings of hunting stories that Dean bets half of are bullshit. Sam sat next to you with his arm spanned around the back of your chair with you leaning into his side. You held your beer bottle and Sam ran his finger absentmindedly around the rim of his Old Fashioned as you both listened to a particularly riveting story from Jo.

Jo goes on about the case she worked with the brothers where some crazy ghost doctor was kidnapping petite young blondes for whatever creepy reason and locking them away until they died from neglect.

It was a morbid story with a satisfying ending knowing that the creep is rotting by himself until the end of time, but you couldn’t ignore the subtle chips that certain details kicked off of your already iffy armor. Jo bragged about being tiny enough to squeeze past parts in between the walls that Dean couldn’t and she spoke casually about her size and its advantages.

You tried not to do this, you seriously did, but the nag growing from unintentional phrasings was already creating a crater of hollowing self-loathing. You look down at your bottle as it rests on your thigh, indenting into the plush skin that overflows from the allotted circumference of your shorts.

Shorts- you hated yourself for wearing shorts today around so many observant eyes. The hunters around you had to have an opinion or two about the nerve you must have to claim to be a hunter with such a physique. Wide hips accompanied with unproportionate dips on your sides only flattened your potential of at least having a smooth hourglass shape going for you, and your belly spills into the free space of your shorts that should be scrunched and not filled out. You maneuver your legs to cover what you could of your tummy and you set your beer back on the table, leaning forward to do so. As you lean back, you notice a man from the bar catch a glimpse of your exposed chest and when his gaze rolls away you feel the nag growing.

How fucked up is it that a stranger doesn’t ogle you just because of your size? And how fucked up is it that you care so much? God, you feel ridiculous. You shake away the unnecessary thoughts and try to focus back on the next person's story.

However, you find yourself trying to justify your clothing choices. It’s a hot summer's day bleeding into a humid night and you’re out having fun. The settled outfit, of shorts, a tank top, and a stolen flannel from Sam as a backup shield in case exactly this happened, is more than good enough for an event as such. Hell, you’re wearing what most women here are too but you still can’t get out of your own head.

Sam glances over in your direction with a questioning glance as you slip his flannel on to cover your foolishly confident display of skin but you just shrug him off with a simple ‘I’m cold’.

The next round, you order the same as Sam and hope the alcohol will bury your self-deprecating thoughts and let you actually enjoy yourself tonight.

It works for a while. Warm liquid settling in your gut and buzzing over your skin like an electric current, allowing you to speak up with the group- laughing and talking.

Unknowingly to you, Sam watches with adoration as you start to blab on about some hunt you and him worked last year involving a few shapeshifters and a circus. His smile of contentment warms his face and it only grows as you stumble over your words from laughter and intoxication. Towards the end of the story, you start to tell a part wrong and Sam speaks up, calling you out with an amused chuckle. You, unfortunately, are not drunk enough to not be embarrassed at the volume you realized you were telling that story at. Your cheeks flush in embarrassment and you tune out the rest of Sam’s contribution as your mind swims through the past 10 minutes and criticizes each thing it could think of.

You down the rest of your Old Fashioned and decline another round.

“Hey, love, I’m gonna grab us a few waters, okay?” Sam alerts gently before unwrapping from his hold around you and trotting over to the bar. You smile fondly to yourself at his commitment of being the most responsible one in the room even after downing his weight in alcohol.

It takes him longer than it should though so you turn back to find him speaking with a woman at the bar who seems way too observant of his chest and arms. She laughs at something Sam says and Sam doesn’t look away from watching the bartender mix up some drinks to look at her but you do. She’s glowing. Her laugh floats past your ears and she pushes back her long hair to expose a defined collarbone with a charmed necklace resting against the skin. Her arms are thin but defined and her torso is proportionate with her chest and hips. Her jeans scrunch up with unoccupied space as she sits somewhat slouched and her legs fold over each other with ease and fit perfectly under the tabletop of the bar.

Sam thanks the bartender as he retrieves his requested waters but the woman stops Sam with a hand to his bicep. Her lithe fingers are lined with simple rings and topped with slightly chipped ruby red polish and they settle perfectly over his arm.

It hurts. It hurts to see such a perfectly suitable woman for a man you’re in love with. Her pearly teeth flash him a suggestive smirk and when she looks up at him through her lashes her chin doesn’t squish into itself at all.

Sam looks apologetic but firm as he gestures to you and the woman follows Sam’s gaze, landing on you. You feel beet red as her perfect eyes rake your too-big form. She gasps and lets go of Sam’s arm, covering her mouth with slightly widened eyes. The two laugh it off and Sam makes his way back to you.

“Poor girl, hope I didn’t embarrass her,” Sam rubs the back of his neck bashfully. Your lips tick up in a complimentary scoff of a laugh as you take a sip of your water. “Hey, you okay?” Sam asks.

“Yeah, fine,” you say simply. Sam doesn’t believe you, but he assumes you’re just overwhelmed from the night.

“Drink your water and we’ll get out of here,” Sam squeezes your hand gently and lifts it up for a soft kiss along your knuckles. You just nod mutely and sip your icy water.

———

Back at the motel, you undress into a comfortable pair of sweatpants and slip a sweatshirt over your tank top that you don’t even bother to remove, which is your second mistake. Sam knows your skin hates unnecessary clothing, especially in the summer, and he can’t help but find it odd that you’re insisting on so many layers right before bed.

Your first mistake was closing the bathroom door to change.

Your third mistake was avoiding physical contact after entrance to the motel room. Sam is a handsy man, he loves to let his hands roam over your skin and to grab ahold of any flesh he gets a chance to. He loves to litter your shoulder in kisses and loves to feel you squirm under his touch with soft giggles from the tickle of his presence. He knows you love it too and your avoidance raises the final red flag that makes it one too many to count.

“What’s on your mind, honey?” He asks, resting his hands on your love handles and when you tense, he feels a tight knot in his throat.

“Just tired,” you mumble, staring down at the bed in front of you. You itched to escape his grip on your torso but you found it hard to shove him away.

“You can talk to me,” he insists as he dips down to press a few soft kisses along your jaw. “I know something is bothering you, love,” he pulls back enough to spin you around so he can look at you head on. You keep your gaze down but his strong fingers lure you up to look at him with a gentle nudge under your chin. His soft eyes watch you worriedly and you find it hard to continue tamping down the upcoming spew of issues with your own body image.

It’s stupid. It’s so dumb and vain for you to be so obsessed with your own looks. I mean, seriously, you’re a hunter who saves lives for a living. You-.

“I’m fine,” you blurt, trying to derail your own trail of thought. Sam is quiet as he remains hooked in front of you. He knows you’re bullshitting him and you know he knows it. Maybe you could wait him out.

Sam’s hand cups your cheek as he slithers his fingers into your hairline under your ear and his other rests in your hip, dangerously close to your stomach. Dangerously close to him feeling just how wide your stomach spans. But then again- you know he already knows what you look like, so what the fuck is your problem?

“I’m just so sick of my body,” you mumble, your eyes looking down at his chest, too scared to look him in the eyes.

“Why do you say that?” He asks, not to combat you or look for a reason to convince you otherwise, but to actually ask. You sigh heavily, dropping your head back and moving to cover your face. You feel ridiculous.

“Because, I’m not like those other hunters,” your explanation is muffled but Sam still listens. “That girl at the bar was so beautiful and you two actually looked like a couple,” you scoff, sinking down onto the edge of the bed. “And Jo- she’s so slim and fit and I just wish I could be that helpful.” You feel sick. Your stomach is churning and your skin is buzzing with uncomfortable perceived heat. Sam is quiet for too long and you actually fear he’s considering your words.

“You don’t think you’re helpful?” He asks, dipping down to squat in front of you, hands resting on your clothed knees. Your eyes are still screwed shut but you can practically hear the shimmer in his eyes. “You don’t think we look like a couple?”

Your heart breaks. You shouldn’t have said that- that was too far. It was, like your outfit choice tonight, too revealing of how low you actually think of yourself. It peeled back the thick protective layer that you usually keep stuck tight but, thanks to the lubrication of alcohol, it has been ripped open and now forcefully shines your deepest darkest secrets too damn bright.

Before you can stammer out a response, Sam cuffs your wrists with his strong hands, gently guiding your limbs to your lap. He beckons your name to get you to open your eyes, followed with a simply hummed, “…my pretty girl,” his eyes look crossed as he stares up at you. “Don’t, even for a second, think that I would trade you for anything. No item, or weapon, or spell, or woman would I even consider looking at if it meant you were the price. Honey, you are strong,” his face hardens like he wouldn’t understand how you don’t believe him.

“Your hands are calloused with weapons cleaned and lives saved,” he runs his hands up your arms, “your arms are thick with muscle that help you fight against the creatures we hunt,” then over your shoulders, “your shoulders are wide with a strength to anchor- along with your back,” his fingers trace down your back and once he nears your waist, he traces them forwards, ignoring your tension.

“Your stomach is soft and comfortable,” an uncontained smile rips his lips, “the perfect pillow,” he adds with a slight squeeze and nose scrunch. You want to shove him off at the way he handles your tummy but you find yourself frozen. “You’re so damn strong, and you’ve got the body to show for it,” he leans in a bit closer so that he’s now between your knees, “Your body protects you and that’s all I want.”

“As for our physical compatibility?” His brows raise with a forced exhale, “you understand you are completely out of my league, right? Dean dogs me for it basically everyday,” that earns a soft chuckle from you. “I have to fight people away from you. Hell, earlier at the roadhouse there was some hermit who was staring at you from the moment he walked in and I had to stare him off,” Sam exasperates with a slight shake of his head as if he were already getting riled up again. You piece his story with the man you caught earlier. The man who darted from your gaze quicker than a frog from the presence of something bigger. Well, not your gaze you now reckon.

“I love you more than I thought I would ever love anything, and sometimes it doesn’t make sense,” he adds softly, like he believes you’re too good for him. Not possible. “But what certainly doesn’t make sense is beating yourself up so much for something so trivial as your size against women who aren’t you. You never have anything to prove or overcome in the sense of a silent competition with the women around you, and I’m so sorry you were conditioned to think so, but I need you to know that in my eyes you are perfect and I wouldn’t change one thing about you.”

You don’t realize your crying until his calloused fingers run along your cheek. You don’t know what to say to that- you don’t even think there’s anything you could ever say to that. So you just sit there with a wobbling lip and consistent sniffle.

He lunges up a bit slowly to place a firm kiss against your forehead and when he pulls away he’s looking down at you. You see his eyes flicker to your chest then back up to your eyes.

“You don’t even understand how much I think of you. The things I ache to do for you- the ways I can make you feel,” his towering form leads you on your back with magnetic force alone and no actual push. His hand braces his torso above you on the bed. “Please let me show you,” he begs with a pleading expression, completely contradicting his dominant tone from just the previous sentence. It’s a slight slip that melts into an eager act of need upon a nod of permission from you.

His hungry lips devor your own and his hands have a mind of their own as they dig under your layers and claim your skin.

All he wants is to fuck some sense into you. To be fair, based on his actions alone, you can at least believe he believes every word he’s said- even if you don’t. And that’s enough for tonight.

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[teapartyprincess4two]

your writing is sooo good! i NEED a johnnie smut omg please write one💞

Monster- J. Guilbert

pairing: Extrovert!reader x Shy!Johnnie

classification: SMUT w/ a plot

inspiration: request^^, Monster by Lady Gaga

warnings: 18+, MDNI, literal sex, use of y/n, dom!Johnnie (kinda), “slut,” alcohol use, slight cursing, Jake and Tara are dating in this

summary: Tara plays matchmaker, earning Johnnie the night of his life with you in a bar restroom.

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Johnnie’s been watching you all night, but he’s waiting for the alcohol to settle into his bloodstream before he finally walks up to you. You sit at the bar in a black, backless dress that allows a few of your tattoos to peak through. Bouncy curls are swept onto your shoulder, framing one side of your face as you chat with the bartender.

“Gonna keep staring or are you finally gonna make a move?” Jake nudges Johnnie’s shoulder.

Nights out like this are common for the pair, especially when living a fast paced life in the city of Los Angeles. When they’re not filming or editing, they’re usually out getting drunk, and they’ve managed to creat regular rotation of bars.

Today they find themselves at the Magic 8 Ball, the least crowded bar in L.A on a Friday night. No matter what unfamiliar faces that fill this place, though, yours is always constant. Every Friday, without fail, you saunter in and take a seat at the bar.

Johnnie can tell, just from watching you, that you’re an extrovert. You never seem to stay at the bar, you always wander onto the dance floor and lure a random stranger in for a quick bop around the room.

That’s what intimidates him, because as an introvert he’s not sure he’ll be able to keep up.

“I’m not staring,” Johnnie quips quickly, taking a swig of whatever alcoholic mixture swirls in his glass. He hisses as the liquid goes down.

If it were just Jake and Johnnie, the conversation would’ve died there. But tonight Tara joined them and she isn’t so adamant on letting the topic go.

“You should invite her to sit with us! You never know what could happen,” she prods teasing fingers into Johnnie’s sides, “plus she looks nice! I need a girlfriend to hang out with!”

“Johnnie needs a girlfriend, Tara. Not you,” Jake jokes. Johnnie rolls is eyes, scooting away from Tara as her fingers continue digging into his sides.

“I’ve had a girlfriend,” Johnnie replies, eyes darting back to where you sit at the bar.

“Yeah, had,” Jake says.

“It’s just hard to—“

“ALRIGHT! Enough!” Tara interrupts Johnnie mid sentence, slamming her hands onto the table as she stands up. “If you won’t make a move, I will,” she says, shimmying out of the booth.

Johnnie’s eyes are blown open in shock. He tries grabbing Tara before she can get too far, but she’s small and sneaky.

“That’s one way to do it,” Jake laughs, watching in amusement as his girlfriend does what his best friend doesn’t have the balls to do.

Johnnie, on the other hand, watches in horror.

There you are, sipping on your drink and chatting with the bartender, blissfully unaware of Tara’s approaching figure.

Tara sits at the bar, taking the seat directly next to yours. She interrupts your conversation with the bartender to order two drinks, one for you and one for her, before swiftly turning her attention to you with a warm smile.

Johnnie can’t bear to watch, but he also can’t look away.

You seem to like Tara, because you’re quick to engage in conversation with her. In the matter of seconds Tara has managed to learn your name, your favorite drink, and even your favorite song (it’s the one that plays over the club speakers).

“Oh God they’re coming,” Johnnie whisper shouts, trying to look casual. Tara’s arm is looped with yours as she leads you to their table, an accomplished look painting her face.

“What the fuck do I do? What the fuck do I do?! Fuck!”

“Just act casual. Don’t be weird— Oh fuck! Just shut up!” for some reason Jake finds himself just as nervous as Johnnie. Maybe he was just being empathetic, but they both scramble to get themselves together.

“Don’t be weird? What the fuck does that—”

Johnnie can’t seem to catch a break, because as soon as Tara reaches the booth she’s interrupting him. “Guys. This is Y/n, my new friend,” she gestures towards you, “Y/n, this is my boyfriend Jake and this is our friend Johnnie.”

The moment Tara says your name it’s engraved in Johnnie’s mind. He’s already in love.

Your smile is so big it could light up the room. You extend a hand to the two, immediately introducing yourself and falling into the booth next to Johnnie.

His heart is pounding and his ears are red hot with embarrassment.

“Well, while you two get acquainted, Jake and I are gonna go get drunk,” Tara says, pulling Jake out of the booth before he can get any more comfortable than he already is. She shoots Johnnie a wink before sending you a small wave, leading a confused Jake into the crowd of people.

“She’s nice. I like her,” you comment, watching until the couple disappears. “She’s… something,” Johnnie coughs, he’s so unbelievably awkward.

You chuckle, mostly because you think he’s cute and you find his fiddly personality amusing.

“Johnnie, huh? I had a friend named Johnnie once,” you say, attempting to make conversation. Your manicured nails tap against you glass cup, silver hoop earrings reflecting the strobing lights as you try catching his gaze.

“Bet he didn’t look like this though,” Johnnie replies, clearly referring to his all black attire.

“Hmmm, no. He definitely didn’t,” you giggle. You take a sip from your drink, a lipstick stain remaining once you place the cup back onto the table. Johnnie wonders what it’d feel like to kiss you.

“You’re much cuter,” you continue. Johnnie can’t tell if he’s dreaming, were you actually flirting with him?

Maybe it’s the surge of confidence your compliment gives him, or maybe the alcohol finally kicked in, but Johnnie suddenly finds himself being flirtatious.

“So do you flirt with all the Johnnies you know?”

He’s surprised at how fast you quip back, “Nope. Just the cute ones.”

You’ve subconsciously leaned closer to him, your faces dangerously close.

“Okay, so we’ve established that I’m cute,” he smirks. “What else am I?”

You giggle, a sound that Johnnie swears he can listen to for forever.

“Well clearly you’re not shy anymore,” your finger traces the rim of your drink. A drunk smile and sultry eyes lure him in, pulling him close enough for his lip rings to press against your skin.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he murmurs, a wandering hand finding your thigh. You shiver at the sensation. His fingers were ice cold, but they still managed to ignite a fire deep within your core.

“Like this?” you tease, batting your eyelashes.

You never made it a habit of sleeping with strangers, but Johnnie was the sheep in wolves clothing that played innocent until you were close enough to bite.

“I warned you,” his breath fans against your lips one last time before he’s capturing your lips in a heated kiss. It’s the first kiss Johnnie’s had in years which makes it that much more exciting.

Your plump lips chase his as your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you. The club is loud, but you’re so immersed in the man in front of you that you forget you’re not the only two people in the room and lose all control.

Johnnie’s hands find your waist, tugging until you’re straddling his lap. He pulls away breathlessly, silently thanking Tara for working her magic once he sees you on top of him.

Your dress rides up slightly, revealing more of your backside than you’d like. The sight earns you a few whistles from bystanders, breaking you from your lustful daze. “Oh shit,” you squeak, trying to scramble off of Johnnie, but his grip is firm enough to keep you in place.

An animalistic, monster-like need has overtaken him and he’s willing to sacrifice his self image to fuck you in front of all these strangers. But he simultaneously doesn’t want anyone else to see you, to enjoy you, the way he’s about to.

“Restroom. Now,” he growls, pinching the soft skin of your ass. You squeal in excitement, allowing the desires of your flesh to cloud your judgement as you hop off of him and wiggle your way out of the booth. You adjust your dress as you wait for Johnnie to follow before taking his hand in yours and leading him towards the restroom. He makes a mental note to let this be the only time you lead him tonight.

Everyone’s watching, yet you can’t find it in you to feel embarrassed. If anything it excites you more.

You find the restroom quickly, a wave of gratitude washing over you when you realize it’s a single stall. This means you can be as loud as you want, and from the look in Johnnie’s eyes, you can tell you’ll also need the extra room.

He’s quick to lock the door and immediately engulfs your face in his hands, bringing you in for the second heated kiss of the night. Johnnie’s eager and it shows in the way he swipes his tongue across your bottom lip.

His left hand remains on your face while the other travels down to your ass, squeezing firmly against the material of your dress. A moan escapes your lips, providing him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. He tastes surprisingly sweet, like pomegranate and pineapple.

He leads you to the sink counter, your bodies bouncing back slightly when they hit the cold marble. “Up,” he commands.

You hop onto the counter, giving him enough room to fit between your legs. Johnnie’s erection presses against your inner thigh, but he gives you no time to comment on it before his lips are back on yours.

Johnnie’s hand’s find your boobs, massaging your mounds slowly as he deepens the kiss. “More,” you murmur against the kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him in closer to you. He smirks against your mouth at your neediness.

“So needy.” He pulls your head back, providing him with perfect access to your neck. Sloppy, open mouth kisses trail from your jawline down to your exposed collarbone. Each one gives you goosebumps.

“Fuck me please,” you whimper, feeling your panties become more soaked by the second. “So polite,” he teases, sucking on your skin until it bruises.

The rough material of his jeans comes in contact with your clothed pussy. He dry humps you just to hear the strained moans that escape your lips.

Finally, when you rut back, he decides he’s teased you enough. Your dress is bunched up around your waist, exposing the wet underwear that he pushes to the side.

“So fucking sexy,” he grunts, kneeling in front of you to get a better view. He’s in love. What he wants to do is eat you out, but there’s no time for that in a club as crowded as this. Especially not when there’s only one restroom.

You watch in awe as he presses a quick kiss on your bundle of nerves, immediately licking his lips right after. “Yummy,” he chuckles, bringing you in for another hungry kiss.

Your hands find his belt, unbuckling it with fervor and tugging at his belt loop to bring him back in to you. He gets the message and helps you in unbuttoning his skin-tight jeans. Your forehead is flush against his as you watch his dick spring up, it bobs back and forth as you take in the sheer size.

“Holy fuck,” your voice is full of exasperation. How was that meant to fit inside of you?

Maybe it’s because he hasn’t done this in a long time, but Johnnie suddenly feels self conscious. He hides his face in your neck before you can notice how red it becomes, but you’re quick to push his shoulders back.

“Hey, don’t be embarrassed. Where’d that monster go?” you place a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth. His dick twitches and cries precum at the reassurance.

He pulls you back in for a kiss, feeling confident once again. He lines himself up tentatively with your entrance, rubbing the tip along your folds before slowly pushing himself in.

Your eyes are screwed shut, small tears forming at the corners as you struggle to adjust to the stretch. “Fuck Johnnie, wait,” you say, pushing against his stomach slightly. Suddenly you’re not sure you want him to fuck you dumb, his size alone was enough to have you seeing stars.

Your words fall on deaf ears, though, and before you know it he’s pushed himself all the way in. You gasp, throwing your head back against the bathroom mirror. Your pussy clenches around him as you try to hold him in place knowing the longer you keep him there, the more time you’ll have to adjust.

It’s no use though, because he begins thrusting into you at a relentless, unforgiving pace. The pain is quickly replaced with pleasure, the tip of his penis kissing your cervix every time his hips slam into yours.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” he grunts, strong hands gripping your waist so he can fuck into you even faster. You whimper at the sensation, his fingers were sure to leave bruises.

“Just like that, Johnnie. So good,” you egg him on, holding onto his neck for support. He hasn’t slowed his pace, instead moving one hand from your hips down to your throbbing clit.

Your legs instinctively push together, but his body moves them back into their previous position as he continues. “Such a slut,” he purrs, watching the euphoric look that paints your face when he rubs his thumb against your sensitive nub.

“Yes! Such a slut,” you’re drunk on dick, babbling whatever will get you closer to your pending release.

“My slut?” he asks, using the hand that was previously gripping your waist to take a firm hold of your face. Your eyes lock with his, taking notice of the way lust clouds his pupils. “All yours,” you whisper.

He smirks, leaning down to kiss you. Your tongues collide in a heated mixture of moans and whimpers. All the while he continues pounding into you and rubbing circles on your clit.

One particularly hard thrust has you dumb, a string of curse words and chants of his name being the only thing you can manage to say. “C’mon baby, c’mon,” he growls, sloppily kissing you as he feels his climax approaching.

“Johnnie!”

Your walls flutter around him, your entire body trembling as your orgasm washes over you.

Your hair falls in front of your face and you find yourself holding Johnnie’s wrist, pushing his hand away as it continues working on your clit. “Almost there,” he moans, pulling his hand away to focus his attention on fucking you.

You’re sensitive. You’re whimpering. You’re so fucked out that it’s overstimulating.

“Cum for me, handsome,” you moan, still coming down from your own high. He continues rutting his hips into you, chasing his release until finally it washes over him.

Hot spurts of cum paint your insides, lazy hips rolling against you. He’s panting from above you, hands falling from your body and latching onto the counter for support.

“Fuck that was… that was amazing,” Johnnie says, pulling out of you reluctantly.

He knows the sooner he pulls out and you two get dressed, the quicker you’ll become strangers. And that’s terrifying.

“You were amazing,” you reply, using your finger to pull his pensive gaze back towards you by his chin.

“Don’t tell me it’s a one and done,” you pout, “I was hoping to have more moments like that.”

Johnnie still stands between your legs, his limp dick resting on your exposed thighs. He lights up at your suggestion. His hands have opted for a much softer hold on your hips, thumbs massaging your skin. He knows he was rough, but he couldn’t help it.

“I mean— I’d like to— we could— fuck I’m so bad at this,” he stutters, suddenly reverting back to his natural, awkward state.

“You’re cute,” you giggle, pecking his nose and hopping off the counter. His ears flush red again.

“How about we get cleaned up and then we’ll worry about the rest later, yeah?”

“Yeah,” a big goofy smile adorns his face. His rosy cheeks make you wanna pinch him and gush over how cute he looks.

“Weren’t you just fucking my brains out a second ago?” you tease, only making him more flustered.

“I’m shy, I can’t help it.”

“Not that shy apparently,” you pull him in for one more kiss.

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MASTERLIST

a/n: Tara the goat, the best wingwoman ever!

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[kinbedo]

Saving him from some Abyss Monsters

Kinich x reader

A/n: He's usually the one protecting people close to him, and I just want to make him feel protected too :((

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Kinich always believed that he had to do things on his own. A tough negotiator, he knows better than anyone else that all things come at a price. Thus, to avoid being indebted to anyone, he preferred doing things on his own from a very tender age.

Some people don't like him because he always charges mora for his services- he's aware, but he never bothered with the opinions of others. There's only a select few for whom he would do favours for "free", if he feels like it that is. (And even then, "free" just means without mora, but in return for other valuables or acts of service like with Mualani or Kachina).

Thus, even when he saw the commission with "unknown details" and with a "threat potentially greater than a few rabid saurians", he did not bother asking for more details, or bringing anyone to back him up.

Bad decision, he realises, pushed to a corner by abyssal beasts. The "rabid saurians" he had to take out, had already been taken out. A small group consisting of yumkasaurs and koholasaurs slaughtered by the mimiflora, who now took on the form of the dead beasts.

An abyssal pylon must be nearby, the frequency of the monsters confirms it, but it doesn't seem to be in plain sight.

"Ah your foolishness will finally lead to your doom! This HAS to be the moment I, the Great Dragonlord K'uhul Ajaw, have been waiting for. Now rejoice! For once I have taken over your mortal form, I shall grant you the mercy of avenging you." The pixelated being floats higher into the sky, perhaps to get a better view of Kinich's current predicament.

"You talk too much." Kinich growls, not sparing even a glance to Ajaw, long used to his antics.

He effectively shields himself with his greatsword from another one of the beast's attacks while another tries to claw at his abdomen. He wasn't caught off-guard by the number of enemies, merely outwitted. In any other situation, all he had to do was destroy the pylon, and defeat the remaining beasts.

If only the pylon were in sight...

Kinich barely dodges the yumkasaur that leaps at him, his braids coming undone. He's panicking a bit now, being reminded of the time he died in the Night Warden Wars, but he doesn't intend to retreat, not yet.

If only the pylon were in sight....

"Lean backwards! Quick!"

He hears a voice, and instinctively obeys. However, he isn't sure if he moved in time, as he feels a warm liquid seeping through his pants near his calf.

Blood.

With his leg injured, he's bound to be held back even more now. Kinich gazes down at his bleeding leg, and lifts his head just in time to see shards of ice appear in front of him, creating a barrier between him and the mimiflora.

"Delivery for 'Malipo' Kinich! Chief Wayna told me you'd be here. You were gone for longer than usual, and he started getting antsy." You used your rope to swing to Kinich's side, a small smile on your face and your polearm in tow.

"UggHH YOU MEASLY INSECT! HOW DARE YOU INTERRUPT THE PROCESS THROUGH WHICH I COULD HAVE ATTAINED THIS GRASSHOPPER'S MORTAL FORM." A very red Ajaw slowly descended downwards to where the both of you stood, causing you to chuckle.

"My apologies, Great Dragonlord," you tease, "but it's not over yet."

"There has to be an abyssal pylon nearby, I just don't know where," the saurian hunter states, bracing himself for the approaching mitachurl.

"Ah yeah, those things. It's up there." Kinich follows your gaze and notices the tiny blackhole hidden behind a foliage. Ah, so that's why he didn't notice it.

"You're injured. You probably won't be able to stand the attacks." You quickly assess his stumbling form.

"No I ca-"

"Deal with the pylon, I'll deal with the monsters." With a quick spin of your polearm, you charge at the mitachurl, swiftly cutting through its mask before using your cryo vision to freeze the surrounding hilichurls in place. Kinich watches your stable form hindered by his bangs. A bead of sweat dripping down to his chin.

"You lowly SERVANT. Are you really just going to stand here? Make a choice you dimwit." Ajaw screeches.

The saurian hunter regains his composure at this, quickly flicking his hair to the side and using his grappling hooks to reach the branch. He glances at your fighting form one last time before dealing with the pylon.

The cries of the hilichurls dies down almost immediately. Relaxing, Kinich stumbles down to the ground, realising the weakness in his legs. And his bleeding wound. He sighs as you approach him.

"What do you want in return for saving me?"

You don't reply, instead you kneel down by his side to assess his leg. "Here, let me cool it down." Cryo energy flows around the blood-stained claw marks, making the hunter hiss in pain.

"Give me your hand, I'll take you back to the tribe. Cryo isn't the best substitute for an ice-pack."

"No, it's alright. I'll get back on my own. I don't want to be indebted to anyone."

"Hmm..." placing a hand on your chin, you pretend to think as a smile creeps up on your face. "You asked me if I wanted something in return, correct?"

"Yes?"

"Well, in return for saving your life, I would like for you to listen to me and let me help you."

"But that would only make me more indebted to you-"

"I'm not really seeking for anything in return. But since you don't take things for free, I'm asking for your compliance."

"..."

"Please, Kinich. Help me help you."

Sighing, he takes your outstretched hand, letting you take the lead back to the tribe.

"HAH. So my lowly servant decides to succumb to someone else. SO MUCH for not taking favours. Hey wait- ARE EITHER OF YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME. DON'T LEAVE ME BEHIND YOU MORTALS."

Well, that's another headache for Kinich to deal with- finding a way to repay you.

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Thank you for motivating me into writing a Kinich fic <3 @aurumalatus

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[bloodsherry]

things we said after we kissed

🔞-slightly

“No one can know.” Dazai’s mouth trailed down the line of his neck and his hands—codicious, clumsy, hungry—mapped his body. Chuuya threw his head back and bit his lip until the metallic taste of blood flooded his palate.

And Dazai, who was a fucking menace, parted his legs with his knee and pressed against Chuuya’s crotch, drawing a groan from him.

“Why would I want anyone to know?” Dazai teased before nibbling and sucking on the tender freckled skin of Chuuya’s neck, just below the choker.

“Slug, I wouldn’t dare, what if someone thought I liked your drool? How awful.”

“Shut up and use your mouth for something useful.”

He couldn’t see Dazai for the lack of light, the bulb illuminating the dusty file hardly helping, but Chuuya knew the bandaged bastard well enough to know he was smiling.

“Whatever my dog wants.”

Chuuya clung to Dazai, draping an arm over his bony shoulders to pull him closer. They had learned, thanks to a bottle of imported liquor they had stolen from Ace, that kissing and groping over their clothes was more effective than chasing and beating eo through the hallways.

It was a pity, Chuuya thought, as Dazai reached under his shirt and splashed wet, needy kisses down his neck, collarbone…, that they hadn’t discovered this much sooner.

Chuuya rubbed against Dazai’s knee, moaning louder when he felt the brunet's erecti0n.

“If you're a good boy, I'll suck you dry.”

Dazai held his breath. It was satisfying to leave Dazai speechless in the middle of a mission or playing in the arcade, but it couldn’t compare to turning the brunet into incoherent mush simply with his hands.

Or his mouth.

“I’ll be the best,” Dazai promised, quickly unbuttoning his shirt as he traced a path of kisses and bites across the redhead’s chest. “You have my word.”

“Your word is worth shit.”

No one could know.

It was a secret, their dirty secret. Dazai brought their mouths together in a soft kiss, too soft. Chuuya bit Dazai’s lip hard to set his own rhythm, one that would mute the pleasant heat in his chest, the moisture in his eyes, and the pressure in his throat.

No one could know, or he would be taken away.

“C-Chibi,” he gasped, his lips swollen and wet. Chuuya sucked greedily at Dazai’s upper lip. Don’t think. Don’t think. “Slow down, if you keep this up…”

Before he could finish what he wanted to say, the door opened and something fell to the floor—a bundle of files. Chuuya’s heart raced, fear paralyzed him, and a million scenarios, all catastrophic, ran through his mind at full speed.

Dazai slowly pulled himself to his feet, ran a hand through his fluffy, messy hair and took a long glare at the intruder.

“I-I’m sorry… I didn’t see anything! I mean… What’s there to see?”

By now, everyone knew Double Black, and of course, the rumors about the Black Wraith of the Port Mafia had spread so far that everyone conveniently forgot that Nakahara Chuuya was a singularity in a trap made of flesh and bones. They didn’t talk about it, how could they? But Chuuya secretly hoped that Dazai had done it on purpose, that he had created such a bloodthirsty reputation for himself so that when people looked at them, they wouldn’t see the

real monster, but the fake one, the one wrapped in shadows and bandages.

God, he was ruined if that filled his chest.

Dazai gave the intruder a beatific smile as he began to beg.

No one could know.

Everyone dies.

No one could know or—

Everyone he loves dies in the end.

“Get out,” Chuuya ordered, and he didn’t have to repeat himself. “What the hell did you say to him?”

Dazai tilted his face, a lazy smile tugging at his lips.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

It was a secret. They decided this the first time they kissed on the rooftop of Port Mafia’s tallest tower, hidden and practically glued together because the cold was unbearable and the false sense of warmth—liquid courage—that the alcohol gave them was not enough.

Chuuya cupped Dazai’s face tightly, and Dazai sat on his lap, his thighs trapping Chuuya’s hips as if trying to get under his skin.

It was a secret they would take to their graves.

Chuuya pushed him harder against the wall.

“Shitty Dazai, this idiot know now that we are—”

“…Fucking?” he purred. Chuuya jumped and Dazai let out a laugh that echoed through the corridor. “Breathe, Chibi, or you’ll shrink and disappear~”

“I’m fucking serious!”

Something crossed Dazai’s face—something ugly and terribly human—but it was so fleeting that Chuuya couldn’t catch it before it disappeared under the brunet’s usual mask of coldness and indifference. Chuuya pressed his lips together, drawing a thin line to keep the forbidden words from escaping.

He wanted to wipe that hollow expression from his partner’s face, wanted to paint his stupid bandaged face with hundreds, if not thousands, of stupid emotions. He released Dazai from his grip and stepped back to compose himself. They weren’t on that line, they would never be on that line.

“Don’t worry, no one knows.” Chuuya hesitated and Dazai smiled, but it was a flat, hollow, empty smile. “Never. I promise”

That was good.

It was what he wanted, but a part of him didn’t feel good about it.

No, no one could know.

No one could know, bc then it would be real and Chuuya feared that he wouldn’t be able to control his stupid feelings.

Especially not Dazai. What would the bastard do if Chuuya gave him his heart? Would he reject it? Or worse, maybe he’d accept it, tear it to pieces until it was unrecognizable, and then mock his audacity.

Or maybe, just maybe…

That was the worst part, maybe Dazai…

—end.

[lolawritesfanfic]

Yandere Gaston x Female Reader

Concept: Gaston loves you, but you mostly talk to Lefou more then him, you mostly ignore Gaston and the bimbettes are all over him any chance they get.

TW: Murder, use of the word slut. Enjoy reading.

No One's Pov: You had moved into a little house recently ( Belle's House because her and her father moved into the castle.) you only moved recently plenty of space for your books and projects, you had met most of the village in days. You like talking to lefou. His idiot friend Gaston is a bit annoying to you because he keeps trying to woo you but your not interested, you see triplets glaring at you from how much attention Gaston is giving you and you ask Lefou about them. You asked 'if they are normally like that' He said 'dont worry about them they are just after something they cant have' as He said that He pointed at Gaston, you nod your head putting the dots together.

Gaston keeps trying to get your attention you just ignore him your not interested he didn't like that. he tried everything to get your attention like talking to you in the square and sweep you off your feet, literally he arranged with the tavern for just you and him. you somehow got convinced in going you enter the tavern at the time you were told to, you see candles everywhere creating a warm cosy atmosphere you see Gaston by his chair he comes over to you and gives you his usual smile, you don't know what to do so you just look around, Gaston steps closer. "you look radiant." you smile " thank you did you do this." He nods and leads you to a table, you follow and sit, he sits across from you. " you know you'd be perfect as my wife." he says leaning forward, you shake your head " you know I'm not ready for that, and you have the bimbettes they are three of one person" you say still looking around at all the candles. He holds your hand He's getting frustrated that your not accepting his advances "the bimbettes are a bunch of sluts they are nothing compared to you." He says looking at you, you notice some red liquid on the floor "what's that?" you say moving closer to it, Gaston moves in front of you. " what's what?" he says making you look up at him so your not looking at the red liquid, as you look up you look past his head and see Lefou's corpse on the antlers dead and bloody, his blood was dripping on the floor, you back up from Gaston until your back hits the bar. " are you alright my dear-?" He says looking fake concerned, you nod and turn around to face the bar, you see the bimbettes body's are there and they have been brutally mutilated behind the bar, before you can react Gaston grabs you and covers your mouth so you can't scream "don't worry darling they were just in the way of our love soon you'll be my wife and no one will come between us." He sounds manic when he says it. You grip on to his hand on your mouth and try to pry it away. you notice this and lets go but still keeps you close to him "what did you do to them!!!!" you say panicked he looks at you and kisses your neck and jaw, " what was necessary my darling those three sluts kept trying to keep my attention from you and you were always with Lefou and not me, I couldn't stand it" you look panicked and stutter "s-so you k-killed them" you look like you're about to throw up, cry and everything in between.

Gaston holds you in place " this is perfect for us darling just you and me and no one coming between us." he says in your ear. you fight him, you manage to get out of his grip and go to run before you can make it to the door, he pins you to it and threatens "if you leave it's your family next!" you freeze you don't know what to do you don't want your family killed "G-Gaston" you stutter "you wouldn't" you say as tears fall down your face, Gaston smirks and cups your face wiping away the tears " I wont if you stay with me and be my good little wife-" He says getting in your face and his voice getting lower and deeper "or everybody dies" you look terrified you have no choice, "ok" you said.

A couple of years later.......

You and Gaston have been together for a while now everyone was surprised but happy and you had two children and one on the way Gaston comes home from hunting with something big he takes it to the kitchen and then comes to you "Have you been good" He says tilting your chin up to look at you "yes" you say sounding convincing "Good, and your not doing anything to harm the baby" He says kissing you "No" "Good" you know, you can't leave you've given up trying You're Gaston's Good Little Wife.

Finished.

[moltentowerturtle]

Updated fresh design?:0

Just a small doodle for today since my motivation finally ran out... Should I make this my design?

Tldr: A ramble about my AU, which I may potentially make a comic about (no need to read :) )

Also, BIG ramble about my AU, Cyan and Blixer are connected. Cyan was only created by the Tree of Life to stop Blixer from corrupting the land. That was his only purpose... So, Blixer is kind of like Cyan's opposite!

Cyan is

-Square

-Blue

-small and agile

Blixer is

-Circle

-Pink

-Big and agile (possibly clumsy because he punches himself in long live the new fresh)

Cyan cannot die, neither can Blixer. Cyan respawns from his 'it's not over thingy' and Blixer can die but gets revived like Cyan. However, it does not flash it's not over for blix!!! This also explains why they each have a band on their right legs. When Blixer is no longer a threat, Cyan will low-key just die because his only purpose has been fulfilled according to Mr know it all Tree but when Blixer turns evil and grumpy again, Cyan respawns! In a way it's doomed? :0

Blixer can't be purified because he is the embodiment of corruption

Cyan cannot be corrupted cuz he the embodiment of pure? idk

So, when Blixer touches Cyan, blue guy will be hurt and in pain instead of being corrupted! For Blixer, Cyan has the texture and temperature of an ice cube so it's weird af for him

Corruption is kinda like a disease, it doesn't spread instantly through contact, but after Blixer like touches some1 for more than 5 seconds they'll take 15 minutes to corrupt. However if liquid corruption from a corrupted triangle touches a pure shape they will INSTANTLY turn pink :]

Facts about the twooo!!!

Cyan has the reflexes of a rhythm game player (unsurprisingly) Was traumatized from the pain of death at first but has grown numb , Is really annoying and swears in frustration when he can't do something right , doesn't know that he will die when Blixer stops being a threat , has only been able to keep sane from the help of his friends (every character in jsab except for the flowers and Blixer) during the main story, thinks stripes are cool, Sometimes he gets weird dreams like prophecies of stopping Blixer (Starclan moment)

Blixer is grumpy and mean!!! Gets annoyed when others call the triangles above his head cat ears but can't really deny it since they are his ears... swore revenge on the tree after it trapped him in a white egg thingy??( in the lost chapter) Knows more about the tree than Cyan, Knows that it is a sentient being and made it suffer by dunking triangle in volcano, using it to create tower and wearing one as an accessory. so his main goal wasn't to take over Paradise it was to make the tree suffer. the only time he died was when he stabbed himself with triangle and during annihilation cyan was fighting his corpse, likes rock music thinks he's edgy, relates to 'Placing the blame - Self,' because he was scared of the fury from those he corrupted after the main story. (who knows, maybe we get a sequel!)

well haha that was quite long thanks 4 reading!!! :] And I bid ya farewell! You can like drop asks if you want about lore, I'll answer!! Okay e bye!!

[prospectivereality]

Burning desire | SV5

your complex relationship with Sebastian, your co-worker, reaches its climax during that one infamous night in cold Milan. Is it better speak or to die? Well, when you are both jealous stubborn maybe the way is to show

words: 4.9k, warnings: slight mentions of alcohol overuse, minor angst, mature (!) sexual content

Milan, late winter of 2019

Your breath hitched in your chest. You would have been lying if you said you weren't anxious. It seemed like just another day at work, but you felt like something was eventually going to happen. How could it? After all, it was just another season and just another gala di apertura with guests, sponsors and staff. It happened every year and you were part of it. Yet, you couldn't identify the reason why you felt different in that case.

The taxi driver just said you had arrived. Looking out the window, you checked out the surroundings where the event occurred. The tall, chic and historic building with luminous lights on the walls looked welcoming. It contrasted the city itself, full of graffiti, crumbling townhouses and streets. Such gems hidden in this city were not uncommon, and you allowed yourself a few seconds of silent praise for the Ferrari’s choice before leaving the car and paying.

A long, silky red gown hit the carpet, which was prepared for the guests, as you took your first step. Goosebumps immediately showed on your skin the moment the chilly wind enveloped your whole body. Your entire back was exposed in that dress, you could have been prepared and taken a jacket. For the sake of a ”flawless look,” you had resigned. After slightly fixing the dress by hand, you headed towards the door passing the assistants in suits waiting outside with a faint smile.

This was the time to put your charm on.

The inside was already boiling. The excited bustle and warm laughter filled the spacious red-decorated hall. Dimmed lights added intimacy and elegance to the décor, while an orchestra hidden somewhere in the corners played Italian classical music. Ferrari events were, well, to say at least pleasant in terms of the atmosphere and venues. They always had an Italian touch framed by timeless elegance. Sometimes you even regretted being here because you worked there. Those nights would have been so much easier as the wife of a millionaire posing for photographs by his side.

You began to pass shy but elegant smiles to every single guest who locked their eyes on you. With the long dress and perfectly styled hair, you could simply blend into the sea of guests. A person who did not work with you every day would not be able to distinguish you from a worker or potential investor. Some men seemed to keep their gaze on you for a little too long time to be considered appropriate, which you found amusing. However, unveiling the whole truth and speaking frankly - you were bored. You were extremely bored with those events and you have discovered in recent months a rather risky but effective way for passing the time. Little innocent talks with gentlemen. They were always pleasing and showering compliments. You heard a lot of stories about their miserable love life, cheating wives or unfaithful girlfriends. To some extent, you had a lot of fun listening to their monologues but part of you was telling you ”they think that you can be a perfect replacement and distraction”.

But now, you headed your steps to the waiter holding the champagne tray and took one glass, just to create an aura of warmer appearance. In darker corners of the room, you always drank with lustful sips this light liquid and swapped glasses with waiters in a discreet way. You couldn’t let yourself to be actually seen drinking champagne by your boss. However, it was encouraged to just hold it in order to make the whole event more social and less resembling a big sponsorship hunt. It soon turned out that coping with all your evening positives or nightmares was impossible for you without getting intoxicated. This made you start to suspect that someone must know your little secret, and you honestly didn't know which of your two secrets would be more awful if they went out.

You barely had time to notice that some gentleman in the near distance of two meters seemed to approach you. Smiles that you were giving out to other guests in the recent minutes were apparently encouraging him to do so. Trying to remain your mask and give him as natural appearance as possible you moved your gaze at him and welcomed by passing your hand and offering your name.

”Is my pleasure to meet you. My name is Niccolo” the man bowed slightly with respect and squeezed your hand with grace. A soft smile danced on his lips. In his words, you couldn’t sense a single note of an Italian accent in his perfect English.

He looked rather old money in his dark grey suit and perfectly plain shirt. Some expensive watch shined on his wrist and a tiny gold brooch sparkled on his suit. You quickly noticed how his sharp jaw and nose enveloped his face giving a masculine appearance. His sparkly dark eyes were looking at you quite empathetically. It was not difficult to observe that his dark bushy hair was also arranged impeccably. He was probably in his late 20s. You would be lying if you said he didn't look handsome. Elegance was beaming from him and he was undoubtedly a resemblance of every woman’s dream.

”I bet you are representing ferrari tonight? Looking at your dress” he said halfway letting out a soft chuckle.

You laughed politely at his notice.

”Actually I am. Does my covered inspection of guests give everything out?”

”Mh.. I would rather say it was the way you move around the place. With confidence and grace. Seems like you are in your element”

His words were genuinely astonishing to you. But you knew you couldn’t fall for intelligent banter.

”If I may ask to get to know about you a little more. Are the finances or something else close to your profession at ferrari?” He asked locking dark eyes on you and taking a sip of champagne.

”None of it. I don’t actually know why they insisted me on going here. I work for scuderia ferrari”

”Woman in motorsport? That is very impressive to see” He admitted

Throughout the conversation, he seemed highly professional and did not seem to ask you about any details. You were in a way surprised by the respect he paid to you by showing how equal he treated you.

It was still the bare minimum.

”I would love to learn something about you too,” you said pretending to be truly interested in conversation ”What is your purpose for tonight?”

He changed his look to a more serious yet excited one, looking as if he had been waiting for such a question.

”My family company has been working closely with ferrari for the past few months in terms of marketing. We are delighted to have this manufacturer as our client. We know that Italians see the Ferrari as the sacred thing for their culture”

”You are not Italian?” you said with a confused mimic on your face before you had time to think about it.

”Well, technically I am” he laughed seeming amused by your reaction ”but we are based in Geneva, Switzerland. It is our hometown”

”Oh I see now” you said passing a bland smile.

Another rich man who will try to make you fall in love with his money and prestige

”You really intrigued me” he said suddenly looking straight in your eyes ”I love dropping by Monaco in May to see the formula races, but I still haven’t had any opportunity to speak with someone who works in that industry. Could you tell me more about it?”

”Well” you started ”It is rough. Much more different than fancy galas and special events. It’s loud, it is chaotic and emotional. You have to think and act fast, especially if you sit in a garage like me. I am an engineer” you said faking a smile.

”I thought I couldn’t be more mesmerised by a woman tonight. I am looking up at you” he sightly laughed with astonishment and disbelief.

You sensed that someone was observing your conversation. That was when you saw him. Looking to your right at a distance of a few meters and observing you carefully with discreet, light-shot diamonds from his eyes. Without shame, he looked intently at the two of you while sipping champagne, one hand held in his pocket.

He looked annoyed, like a little brat that was taken away from his favourite toy. You know him, he acts like this when he doesn’t get what he wants. There was a slight assumption in your mind earlier that he would also be here tonight. Why wouldn't he be? He was the Ferrari star that they like to show off to sponsors.

You looked again at Niccolo and tried to act normal as the cold, unpleasant shiver ran down your back. It wasn’t caused by fear, it was anger.

”Are you alright?” your speaker turned to you snapping you out of trans.

”Yes, everything is fine” you said trying to sound convincing and passing a bland smile.

You knew that he was still looking at you.

_

You did not have to wait long till he found you and caught you near the tables with fancy appetisers. The place was much more intimate and discreet than the rest of the ballroom, allowing you to catch your breath and take a break from the business small talk. But even solitude accompanied by a single potted palm couldn’t save you from Sebastian. After catching him approaching, you averted your gaze immediately.

You didn’t have to look at him to be sure who was standing next to you. His presence, smell and movements suddenly appeared similar to you, even natural. For several seconds, he did not speak until he faced you fully and shamelessly while you were still pretending to be curious about the appetisers.

”Hmh” the unnatural sound left his throat. He seemed tensed.

You continued to ignore him by putting perfectly sliced smoked salmon with celery crunch on your plate.

”Good to see you’’ he said with more conviction in his voice slightly raising his head up.

It was becoming hardly possible to ignore him anymore. You allowed yourself to shed the last remnants of your pride and face him. A familiar sight of black steed on his chest first caught your eye, but this time it was falling up and down along with his white shirt underneath rather quickly with each of his breath. The black suit looked flawless, but he still had trouble finding the right length of pants.

”Surprised you decided to talk with me”

”Why wouldn’t I?”

”You are no longer worried about your boss's opinion now? A very important gala for the brand and here you are chatting with your engineer. Maybe he is annoyed with you at this very moment because you are more needed next to some Italian billionaire"

”You like to be bitter shatz, do you? What is wrong with talking about work in work? Don’t you think I have different intentions”

”Hm, honestly I stopped after some time when you limited your words towards me to some quick analyses after the sessions” you could see how Sebastian already opened his mouth to say something in his defence but you continued ”but now I think you just wanted me to stop talking to that man”

”Honestly, I couldn’t care less” he said full of himself, but you knew that his words were far away from being honest.

A silent treatment was given to him by you. He never was a good liar and his pride and stubbornness never made it better. You watched as he reached for one of the appetisers in front of you. This movement forced him to take his eyes off you, which he did rather willingly, and get a little closer to your left to be able to grab food.

”What did you want to discuss Herr Vettel?” After some time you went on with irony in your voice ”some problems in the sim? Or questions about new regulations-”

”What was his name?” He interrupted you and gave no interest in what you have been saying. His tone was firm yet definitely not jealous. Casually and still not looking at you, he took another bite of his appetiser. Watching how his lips sank into the food you blinked astonished. He is the only person who could deny the accusation a few moments earlier just to confirm later the obvious.

Before deciding to answer his question you took a glass of champagne that lucky was nearby.

”Niccolo? I guess. Some wealthy old money from Geneva”

”Sounds like most of them” he said looking amused ”Young, good-looking and prosperous. Did you give him your contact already?”

Sebastian was behaving mean and viciously. He knew he was stepping on thin ice and regretted the words that hung in the air.

”What kind of a woman do you take me for?” you huffed, visibly disappointed with his behaviour.

The moment of realisation hit him when the content expression was fading from his face. He genuinely looked concerned suddenly, almost scared. A lump in his throat appeared in a matter of seconds while he swallowed nervously, his Adam’s apple visibly popping off.

”The wisest one, shatz” he tries saving his position like a soldier on the front losing an inevitable war. ”Don’t mind what I sa-”

”If you think you are able to sweet me up with your silly words you are mistaken Vettel” you say sharply looking straight into his eyes ”I am not a goddamn FIA”

Normally Sebastian would share a chuckle at your words but he wasn’t able to take such a risk at the moment. He just stood there with an empty mind and lack of words on his tongue, but at the very moment when you turned around and made your way towards the lavish parquet he stormed after you, your name leaving his lips in a rather jittery tone.

”Hey! Stop” his voice reaches your ears to your great dismay. You attempted to gracefully escape from him and hole up in a crowd. Dozens of lavish guests and scrumptious businessmen had become a jungle in which you tried to escape from your predator.

You were so close, that you thought you almost got it when you felt his warm hand grabbing your shoulder. Reluctantly you turned around trying to behave normally somehow. In the crowd next to all your coworkers, there was never any room for error.

”Talk to me” says Sebastian softly, his tone and mimic visibly different than from minutes ago. He took off his mask and was honestly asking you for this privilege. His hand still hasn’t left your shoulder, probably forgetting where you were or simply doing it by habit.

”Not here, Sebas-” you started sounding defeated.

”Come on” without hesitation he adjusted his grip this time grabbing your hand and directing the both of you somewhere. He didn’t care if someone saw you so he led you towards the corridors, passed bathrooms and finally reached one of the backrooms.

To his delight the doors were open and the sight of a private lodge appeared before your eyes. Sebastian was fast closing them behind and sighting deeply, standing his back to you.

”Well, what a scene” you huffed ”I thought that one in Hungary would be the last one”. The tension of the situation wasn’t in your favour which forced you to practice mockery as a coping mechanism.

”Listen,” he said his accent getting thicker ”This doesn’t work”

”Sorry?” you said bewildered frowning your brows.

German turned around slowly now facing you but still having trouble with maintaining eye contact.

”This dynamics or whatever it is”

You could feel how anger bubbled inside of you and the colour of your cheeks started to match the one of your dress.

”Yes! Because what have you been thinking while you don’t dare speak a word to me? As you play push and pull game with me around the paddock and live in the delusion of whatever is going on!” you raised your voice taking a step closer to him.

”Sorry, but I don’t quite understand what should I do? What do you expect from me? Just to pretend everything is fine and continue this?” He started to step away from his calm stance seeing your reaction.

”See? You are running from responsibility, and consequences. You act like everything is amazing and then you completely ignore me the next day, I see you in that garage and you just stare as if you see a ghost. That’s fucking heartbreaking”

Your voice sounds for a second like it is close to cracking. Sebastian is standing before you, looking at the floor as he is debating internally. You decide to say something more, something that was deep in your thoughts for a longer time.

”Why are you just so cruel and do this to me and then leave me? I don’t understand you. You leave me every time. Every time after you begged me to stay, after kissing me, making love to me. You are not decided. Why do you do this shit and then I see you flirting with other women?”

You feel burning in your eyes and you swear internally at yourself because the last thing you ever wanted to do is to show him that you care that much.

”You need to understand” Sebastian says quietly knowing that his heart is fighting with his mind. The words he is saying are unnaturally formulating on his lips, and he is feeling the weird taste of the lie he will hate afterwards. ”You are just my engineer. Nothing more”

An uncomfortable spike in your chest appears unwillingly but you don’t want to believe his words. You know he lost this war. He can be untruthful with himself but you know him too well now to not know what is the reality.

”It is not true,” you say taking the risk. He is now fully looking at you ”You are scared.”

Sebastian felt like he was sinking. His knees never felt tonight weak but suddenly, someone, made them unstable. The sound of fears spoken aloud happens to be the worst wake-up call. He swallowed hard taking a step closer to you and a weird sensation of madness appeared in his body. It was so strong that he couldn’t compare it to anything that made him angry about you earlier. It wasn’t near to that stupid argument over the strategy or the time you first time drunkenly made out at the celebration party.

”Honestly, I can’t bear you,” he said staring into your soul. He wasn’t lying, you knew he spoke the truth once you noticed his dark gaze. ”I can’t stand being in the same room with you, hearing as you speak. You cursed me.”

”Sebastian” left your lips more as a warning than a plea.

”You consumed me so much, that I had to do that. Don’t you understand? You messed up my head, you ruined me in a way nobody will fix.”

Your chest was falling up and down quickly. Suddenly, it became even harder to breathe than speak. ”Could you..” You started but his eyes were almost eating you and your bodies involuntarily got closer speaking for your thoughts. Choosing to listen to your own selfish needs that appeared in your body like an uncomfortable itch you closed the gap as your lips smashed on his. He was tensed, but as soon as it happened he started to attack your lips mercilessly. There was a lack of gentleness in his action; he was starved as you of tasting each other. Slowly taking in more air between kisses you sweetly moaned.

Sebastian grabbed your arms hardly pushing you against the marble counter standing nearly. He pressed his bodyweight into yours, gaining some stability and power in the position and shamelessly grabbed your breast, sensually yet firmly caressing it. Drowned in desire you bit his down lip hardly and felt how the man parted his lips and groaned. He always looked so beautiful as he did it. You could swear to death that nothing ever made you more full of yourself than hearing his pleasure. Soon enough you felt the taste of his blood on your teeth.

”Up for me” German said touching your thighs now.

He didn’t have to ask you twice. You willingly sat on the marble, feeling its coldness through the thin satin of your dress. He continued to kiss you, now more slowly moving his interest over the chin and neck. You threw your head back slightly hitting the mirror that was on the wall behind it. The guilt washed you weirdly mixed with overwhelming pleasure and desire. Closing your eyes you imaged how his dumb full lips would feel on your breasts. Your hands got lost in his blonde curls pulling them rather painfully.

His firm and soft palms rolled your dress up as your legs parted to make just enough space for him, you needed him closer. You felt how his interest was moved to your neck and to the forgotten necklace you wore for the night. Unexpectedly the end of his fangs grabbed it and dug into the gold harshly.

”I will buy you the one with ”S” on it,” he said under his nose more to himself than you. He was being possessive now, which normally would annoy you but now you were too lust-drunk.

His hands moved smoothly to your open back not breaking the kiss. Goosebumps welcomed you as you experienced skin-to-skin contact, Sebastian was quick to take off your spaghetti-thin straps and the satin fell exposing your breasts. Seeming very occupied with worshipping your neck he only touched them and twisted your nipple earning a high whimper from your mouth.

”That’s my girl.” he murmured against your skin.

But he was tempted for more as he a few seconds later moved his pinky lips to envelope one of your now painfully hard nipples. You let out a moan that was louder than once before, welcoming him and tugging his curls even firmer. He was the only one who could bring heaven and hell for you, purity and sin, unconsciously linking your souls through invisible string.

His soft and very much adored hands were on your hips as he kissed your sternum moving down. It felt like torture that could make you blush easily, all this intimacy was sky-rocketing with each of his movements.

”Seb” you whispered not knowing exactly what you wanted to say.

He returned to your lips, kissing them hungrily. You felt a spark of energy and decided to put your hands to use. They landed on his shoulders taking off the jacket and loosing up a tie in blind movements. He quickly got your idea and added his pair of hands to help you. Soon his shirt was loose, with a few undone top buttons.

You tried desperately to bring him even closer and place sweet kisses on his lips again. Moving them down you peppered with kisses properly his jaw until you reached his neck. Feeling all dominant all of sudden you sucked his skin, biting gently. A shaky groan left his throat as you let out his skin with a wet pop. Your masterpiece was done - red marking showing that Vettel is not such available as it may appear to women.

He took a few seconds to look at you. His eyes were now in deep ocean blue mirroring your body impatiently. His movements were yet controlled, and his hands again found their way on your thighs but you felt like he was winning at this game.

”Sebastian, could you just fuck me” a whine left your lips. You were done.

Normally if he was cruel, he would just chuckle and mock how needy you are for him. He would show his infamous half-smile and take pleasure in it. But he was far from fucking it up this time, again. He wanted it to be serious, he wanted it to be the time.

That was a moment Sebastian Vettel promised himself to ruin all men for you.

”Schatz” he said lowly, kissing your face again ”Schatz, Schatz, Schatz. Anytime”

He didn’t hesitate unbuckling his belt and to get his semi-hard manhood on display. He gave it a few strokes and looked for the condom, he knew he had somewhere in his pocket. You didn’t give a second thought why he came to the gala with protection, trying to push out any feelings of uncomfortable jealousy it could give, you wanted him too much to worry about it now.

Positioning himself you moved a bit on a counter, and soon with a feeling of him being inside you both gasped. He started to move putting his hands on your hips as your legs enveloped his waist.

You would lie if the feeling of him wasn’t addictive. It was too addictive. It shuttered your world to pieces and made it an eden at the same time, leaving you longing, wishing that he could be more than just an undefined sex partner. The labels have never been put on, and this to much of your dismay itch you a bit.

Oh but you know it wasn’t just sex. Oh, it wasn’t

Sebastian was more and more confident and adjusted to your walls as he began to thrust deeper, faster. It was purely erotic as he was able to create sweet moans coming from your mouth. He got closer kissing you shortly before placing his head near your shoulder and erratically breathing right in your ear.

It felt too intimate, but you didn’t care. You also didn’t care as the furniture gave a little sound with your movements. You didn’t care about the probability of half of Ferrari looking for you right now at the ballroom. You only heard husky ”I missed that”, ”you take me so well” and ”show me how much I do you right shatz” praised right next to your ear.

It was getting sloppy. Your skin and clothing started to get sticky to each other, your breathing pattern was irregular and you weren’t so quiet anymore. Sebastian's movements were more and more firm now, taking you right, fuc- making love to you properly.

”Schatz. fuck. You are- ” you really wanted to listen to him but your head was feeling dizzy. ”You are mine. Never fucking again I will leave you”

”Oh, Seb” You started to cry, You weren’t sure if it were emotions anymore, pleasure or just the sense of relief.

Sensing you were close to German placed his thumb on your clit rubbing it in a circular motion.

”For me? Come for me pretty” he begged trying to kiss you but missing greatly due to his fast thrusts.

The orgasm hit you shortly causing your back to arch and again banging your head by the mirror. Warm pleasure taking over the control of your body felt better than you last remembered. Him being with you, doing this to you was your sweetest curse.

His movements got more irregular and soon he groaned lowly spending himself and kissing you again hotly. The image of his closed eyes and open mouth was undoubtedly an underrated artwork you could admire the whole day, and do everything to see it again and again. You both were going back from your high, catching your breath.

You wish it was simpler, you wish you weren’t coworkers. You wish he could see you the same way and don’t break your heart by confusing you.

”Seb?” you whispered gaining his all attention and eyes on you.

He didn’t say a word just stared patiently at your flushed and wet cheeks.

”I shouldn’t be wanting you”

”Why?” He asked confused frowning his brows, which quite didn’t match his blue angelic eyes.

”If we weren’t in such dynamics it would be easier. I just- it is wrong. It makes me feel bad and guilty” you confessed ”and so tired and confused fighting with you.”

Resisting too.

He hesitated for a moment, his hands gently stroked your back.

”If you think of the reaction of others, well I would lie if I said we should fuck them. But remember, it is about you. You make decisions about your own life. You cannot just live and be people pleaser all the time. You believe you are doing something wrong because someone told you it must be, we cannot choose what we like, can we?”

”Or we love,” you said without thinking.

Sebastian looked at you with visible terror in his eyes. It was not supposed ever to leave your lips.

”Don’t play with me” he said quietly resting his forehead against yours and closing his eyes.

You kissed him and stroked his hair gently. It was in mess now, the strands of hair falling on the warm forehead were wet from sweat.

”Please, you can- may, continue, Sebastian”

”I think” he started with a puzzled expression ”that we just fucked a couple of minutes ago”

”Again, please” you looked at him sadly ”I don’t want to leave, go back to those people. I want to stay with you”

Stay with you for eternity. I missed the feeling of being in your arms,

I wish I could never leave them.

You thought but you had enough sanity not to say.

[neonzparkoflife]

Another big Sunder post now that I'm officially done with the designs (i finished a week ago)! SO IM GONNA EXPLAIN THE LORE FOR THE BILLIONTH TIME NOW OKAY? Okay.

Sunder: Cracks of the Dream

Kyle is the most average kid ever. Like literally he's so average that his brain is working overtime to make life exciting for him. He has such a bad nightmare that it kills him. He wakes up in the Sundered Realm, a realm between life and death, home to many spirits. Koyote (Kenny) is a death spirit who realizes that Kyle is still human, and therefore can be returned to his living human status as long as they reach the ocean before he dies for good. He says he'll take him there!

Endes (Eric) is a stone spirit known for being a dick to people, but particularly Koyote since he can't really fight back due to his repeatedly dying thing. When Endes realizes he has a human in tow, he wants to keep Kyle in the Sundered Realm as a servant since he should theoretically be able to keep him around forever with his snake venom. Koyote quickly dies protecting Kyle, but as night falls Stahre (Stan) comes to save him.

Stahre is a star spirit who resides with the other night sky spirit Wyx (Wendy). He can come out every night, but Wyx can only come out on night with a full moon so she doesn't have much of a presence other than one time where she comes to tell everyone that Stahre is an annoying asshole. Stahre also has a constellation named Sparky! He's a big dog (≈20 ft) that the three of them use as their preferred method of transportation.

Kyle needs a specific spirit fruit to elongate his lifespan in this realm since it's killing him but only Vlaum (Butters/Marj/Vic whatever you call them), the plant spirit, can provide this. In order to do this, Vlaum needs water which they find Claire (Craig), water spirit, to provide. Vlaum and Claire are also Koyote's old friends from nearly a hundred years ago. They stopped talking when Claire froze and could no longer provide Vlaum with water to survive. Koyote ran away from both of them, guilty for being unable to help and feeling like a curse. They reunite to help Kyle.

Neviah (Nichole) and Ten (Tolkien) are time spirits, past and future. They have to remain tethered to each other for the present to exist. They appear briefly to caution Koyote and Kyle before they reach the ocean, since it is the exit to the realm and any spirits that touch it would stop existing entirely.

Once Kyle is home and fully alive again he looks for closure, and ends up discovering Kenny, a young boy who lived in his town hundreds of years ago and died to a coyote attack. Also relevant are Stan and Eric. Stan died about ten years before Kenny after walking into traffic following a hospitalization when he was left alone in his hospital room. Eric got into a fight with his new brother over his mom's diamond ring when he tried to steal it and ended up falling down the stairs and breaking his neck.

Sunder: StormCloud

Storm Cloud is the story of how Claire (Craig) was thawed. After his friends Koyote (Kenny) and Vlaum (Butters) left him he remained frozen in a cave for years. Blazei (Bebe) came to try and thaw him since she's the spirit of the sun but it was useless since it wasn't a temperature issue. He was lonely.

Endes (Eric) came around to annoy him a lot when he got lonely, but he would get bored fast since Claire wouldn't respond to him. One day, Tynk (Tweek), the lightning spirit, comes across his cave, frightened of the raging storm he had created. They fall in love and Tynk is the one who thaws him, finally making him feel like he had people to trust again. Claire has a pet gundi that he can't hold or pet because he will start boiling, so Tynk will pet him. Also I should mention Claire is hard of hearing in Sunder. When he is frozen he is almost completely deaf, when liquid he can hear but everything sounds the way it does underwater, and when he is boiling everything is just kind of muffled.

Finally Contel (Clyde) is the air spirit who also serves as the realm's messenger due to being superrrr fasssst :33 he's friends with Claire and Tynk later on.

The only death that's really relevant for this one is that Craig died by drowning but no details.

Sunder: Moonflower

Moonflower is the story of what happened to Vlaum after they split. They dried out in the desert once, and when things were absolutely dire a figure descended from the heavens to save them. When they woke up they had no clue who it was. They figured it was Blazei, but after receiving no answer they went to Stahre, but didn't receive anything from him either and began to resent their savior.

Wyx spent her one night a month in the realm just to be completely ignored after and starts dreaming up different scenarios of meeting Vlaum again. One thing about never getting to see the wonders of earth is that watching Vlaum's flowers bloom was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. Wyx goes to Stahre since he's the only one she can talk to but he's still going through his "shut up I don't care" phase. Blazei meets her one sunset to tell her that Vlaum is still waiting for her.

Endes makes an appearance just to tease Vlaum about drying out and wilting but Neviah and Ten rescue them this time and take them back to their mansion (it's called The Time Zone lol) where they tell Vlaum that the spirit who saved them was actually Wyx, who can only appear on earth during the full moon.

The next full moon, they meet and make up, becoming friends. While waiting up in the sky, Wyx knows that she's doomed to a surface level relationship, and she'll never be there when Vlaum really needs her.

The relevant deaths here are that Butters died after getting stranded far away from town in a car accident that killed their mother. They dehydrated to death in the wild. Nichole and Tolkien died in a hospital together at the exact same time after becoming friends and I THINK Wendy will die in a cult ritual gone wrong but idk haven't thought about her death that much?

ONCE AGAIN BEGGING Y'ALL TO ASK QUESTIONNSSSS i'm (pretty sure im) done with designs sorry no Jimmy no Heidi but this was an extremely brief overview I just wanted to get the last of the designs up and organize the stories publicly waaahhhh sorryyy

I'm also working on a fic again! I haven't written much since I finished writing Cuties are Kind of Just Baby Oranges. Remember that midwestern farmer stenny idea I had? Yeah i'm making that real now and it's looking really fun so far! Hopefully I've gotten Sunder outta my system now blehhh

[thefallenangel2008]

Ok, so I came up with a Gravity Falls x Arcane crossover nobody asked for.😻 And I came up with some character designs~✨ But have them in Gacha Life 2 cause my lazy ass refused to draw them.😔 So here's them in Gacha and some info about them!

Stanley Pines.

Stanley Pines is a well-known businessman in the Undercity, although quite a few know of his frauds (and the ones who do aren't very friendly). He has a shop/bar called the Mystery Shack where he sells weapons and souvenirs from past wars (they're fake, both the items sold and the wars) and he charges the alcohol extra because "do you know how hard it was for me to get it?" He also likes going over to Piltover to sell scams to people and also pretend to be homeless, disabled, etc so that people would feel sorry for him and give him money.

He took in his grand niece and nephew when his nephew along with his wife died when they were only 8. He decided to give up his scams to focus on actually raising them and turned the Mystery Shack to just a regular bar (he still continued scamming people in Piltover though, lol).

Along with his nibblings, Mabel and Dipper, he also took in two other kids before them. Soos. He was there first. Dad left for the milk, and his grandma died from a sickness when he was only 10. Stan met him when he stumbled into the Shack, lost and hungry, and asked if he could get an apple from him with his last penny. As someone who had experienced homelessness before, he wouldn't let a kid THIS young experience the same, at a much younger age too. Although he may be clumsy, he's a surprisingly good handyman. He's the oldest, with him being 22.

The second kid was Wendy. She came from Piltover and her dad was an Enforcer who died on a mission. Her and her brothers were sent to an orphanage. Her brothers were adopted, but she was not so she run away and somehow ended up in Zaun. Soos found her and brought her inside to give her some food. Stan said "fuck it" and she stayed too. For a Piltie, she adapted surprisingly quickly in Zaun.

After their nephew died, him and his brother, Stanford, had a fallout which resulted in screaming, fighting, biting and blood. Stan will never forgive himself for what he did.

Stanley died in a factory "accident" along with Wendy and Soos when they were only 22 and 15 (iykyk).

Fun fact about him: He becomes Warwick! So I guess you could really say this is becoming like the Frankenstan AU!😀

Stanford Pines

Stanford Pines used to be the goodie-two-shoes between him and Stan, a bright student of Piltover who came from Zaun, the light in his family's despair, said that his ideas would "change the world".

Unfortunately the Council had rejected his ideas of building a Transuniversal Poly-Dimensional Metavortex, claiming they were "ridiculous". So, thinking he failed, he joined his brother in his schemes and opened the Mystery Shack together.

They were a trio with Fiddleford, and later sorta became a squad when their nephew started joining them in their little activities as he grew.

Ford used to have a lot of respect for the police but it all vanished when their forces attacked (find the reference here, lol), killing his nephew and orphaning Mabel and Dipper. Ford was furious, devastated by this, he couldn't let the Pilties harm his family and get away with it! He sworn he wouldn't let Piltover kill people for the sake of it. He had a plan, an idea, and Stan, along with Fidds, were very into this. More Zaunites slowly started to join the cause but when Stan saw that Ford's motives and actions were becoming a bit too questionable even for him... He stepped out of this.

Stanford, along with Fiddleford's help, created a prototype for a liquid named shimmer, a super drug that would give them enough strength to go against the Enforcers. That... Was one more reason why Stan left.

They fought over this. Badly. Stanley accidentally brought a knife towards Stanford's eye and blinded him on one side. For that, Ford has a glass eye and a scar on his face.

One time Ford put others to kidnap Stan and force him to join him because he didn't feel like he could do this without his other half. There was fighting, blood, explosions, children, but no stabbings, at least not between the two twins. Ford had stopped himself from strangling Stan, and they just stared at eachother before the explosion happened (perhaps in another universe, had the explosion not happened, maybe they would stop, talk and, perhaps, slowly rebuilt their relationship).

Ford took Mabel in when he found her all alone and crying.

Fun fact about him: Sometimes when he's thinking a bit too much into the past he adjusts his sweater's collar because he can still feel his brother's hands around his neck and feels like he can't breathe!😃

Mason (Dipper) Pines.

Dipper Pines is a twin and has a twin sister. He's a boy who loves riddles and mysteries, and always got into some fun adventures with his sister when they were younger.

When their parents died, he took it upon himself to care for her and keep her away from danger. But alas, danger seemed to follow them sometimes and they had to face it together.

When Stan got kidnapped, him, Mabel, Wendy and Soos, all went to save him. They were winning, but then an explosion happened that resulted in everyone's death and saw being Mabel all giddy about how her glitter bomb worked.

They had a fight, Dipper left to go get some fresh air, and then got taken by an Enforcer to Steelwater. He was 12. He was only 12 when he lost everyone and was put in jail.

When an Enforcer who was around his age and he didn't really get along with offered to get him out if he helped her with her case, well, how could the 17 year old say no to freedom, mysteries, and the chance to see his sister again?

Fun fact about him: He has a pine tree tattoo on his upper arm and a big shooting star on his back followed by smaller symbols, like a fish, a question mark, or even an icepack.

Bonus fun fact: When he was 14 he tried to give himself top surgery with a small dagger he stole in his cell, which resulted in blood loss and because he got an infection, the Steelwater doctors just removed them completely. Despite the pain and the movement he definitely shouldn't be doing as he healed, he managed to make a full recovery. He doesn't care what others say, as long as he doesn't have boobs, he calls that successful.

Star.

Star is Dipper's twin sister. She loves rainbows, fun, her grabbling hook, and everything colorful. Also boys, but no one wants to get with her because she makes them uncomfortable and they're terrified of her.

When they broke into the house of a random dude in Piltover their friend Mermando told them about, she found these tiny blue balls and took them. When they went to save Stan, Mabel was told to stay outside to watch if any more bad guys would be coming and to act as a distraction if they do. She had the idea to put one of those glowing balls inside her glitter bombs to help even more and, well... Yk the rest.

She was taken in by Ford, whom Mabel (and Dipper) faintly remembered from the times him and Stan were on good terms, so she assumed he was good. She changed her name to Star, because she would come on top from the darkness of Zaun, like a single star into an otherwise starless sky (somehow).

She's a literal ray of sunshine in her grunkle's business, not just from her colorful clothing but also from her energetic personality. People either love her for bringing a little bit of Piltover happiness in Zaun or hate her for the exact same thing.

Fun fact about her: She knits sweaters for everyone when she's nervous and/or hears voices.

Bonus fun fact about her: When she's with Ford she misses her brother because he acts a lot like him and vice versa when Ford dies and she teams up with Dipper she's gonna miss Ford because Dipper acts a lot like him.

Pacifica Northwest.

Pacifica is the daughter of Preston Northwest, a councilor of Piltover, and she's quite spoiled because of it, having everything she wants it, WHEN she wants it. She's an Enforcer (in training) and her parents don't agree with that, saying how she needs to prepare to be the next councilor once Preston retires.

She's surprisingly good with firearms and making strategy plans. She's very close with Steve, since hanging out with him was the only escape she had from her parents' overwhelming expectations for her.

Pacifica was about to give up her training, to focus on politics as mother and father wanted, when someone stole Steve's project after an airship was taken over. She saw the patterns between the two different events, and she decided to ask for help from a Steelwater criminal, Mason Pines. She begrudgingly released him having an argument in the cell, because he pointed out how she didn't know anything about the Undercity, and that with the jewelry she was wearing she would be robbed and/or killed in two minutes.

Fun fact about her: She cut her hair short (shorter than what her parents would allow) as a small act of rebellion against them.

William (Bill) Cipher.

Bill Cipher is a cocky, flirty, mischievous, and an incredibly intelligent scientist/mechanic who has always had a vision for something more, outside of this world, but his parents and folks around him always chalked it up to his big imagination. Maybe it was just that, but he wanted to prove if he was right.

Bill has anophalmia which causes him to be missing one eye and is also half blind, which is why he uses a cane and wears glasses. He doesn't see his anophalmia as a flaw, rather, he embraces his weirdness as a big "fuck you" to the people that have made fun of him for it. It's just annoying the blindness that comes with it.

When he was younger he liked to play with fire and one night when he was 13 he accidentally set his house on fire, killing his parents. He was sent to an orphanage. When he turned 18 and he left the orphanage he got a small apartment and did research on this "other world" he was sure existed, he was not crazy!!!

When he heard about an explosion that happened because someone was doing illegal experiments with magic, he just HAD to meet them.

Fun fact about him: He doesn't care if others call him a woman or anything else that isn't "he" or "him". He actually rather likes that. Is it because he likes being called more things or because he likes the confusion he gives people? Nobody knows!

Steve Pyramid.

Steve Pyramid is a very bright (yet a bit odd) scientist, who likes doing tricks at parties and has a weird craving for copper wires, although he never indulges in that urge because he'd die. He's also very interested in phycology and has been trying to muster the art of hypnosis for funsies.

He has been interested in magic ever since a wizard took him back home and killed his kidnapers with magic after he was kidnapped from his parents for money when he was just 7.

The day he got kidnapped he accidentally burnt his face with fire on his eye. And while it wasn't severe (just damaged his eyesight on that eye but not by much) he hid his eye cause he was insecure. Although, hanging out with Bill has made him less self conscious and now he hides his eye mostly for style purposes.

After his experiments to create magic with technology mysteriously exploded and his research got taken away, he tried to get into a bathtub full of water and copper wires, until Bill stopped him. He said he was interested in his work and claimed to be a student in the Council and could get him in (plot twist: he wasn't).

But after making the hexcore work, they both became students of the scientist and councilor Axel' Atel. Bill became Steve's assistant. Bill was definitely NOT affected by that.

Fun fact about him: When he was a kid he ate a millipede once!

Sooooo, yeahhhhh. •-• Idk why I made this, on one moment I was going "haha, what a fun idea ig" and the next I made them in Gacha. At first I wanted to switch Mabel and Dipper because of Dipper's close relationship with Ford, but realistically, I think Mabel's personality is closest to Jinx, and if they were in Arcane Mabel would be a sparkling Powder with a grabbling hook. Also I'm aware that Jayce and Viktor's roles fit Ford and Fidds better, but I didn't feel like it could work out. T^T Plus, Bill was pretty much seen as disabled in TBOB so there's that! And did I add Pyramid Steve in there? Yes. Yes I did.

Also evil Ford.😍😍😍 Tbh I don't think his personality would change a lot, he would just have darker morals and do more questionable things. Also I live for Ford and Mabel bonding. Also Stan's design is inspired by a bunch of Sea Grunkles fanarts where they redesigned Stan (OLD MAN MULLET ‼️‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🗣️)

Also poor Dipper in Steelwater since 12.😭😭😭

I don't even know if I'm gonna make more of this AU, but in case I do, I'm gonna name it Arcane Falls AU. If I don't, REMEMBER MEEEEEEE!!!!!!

[mrs-gauche]

Let's talk (some more) about the Red Lyrium Idol

So, if there's anyone who actually read all of this and is for some reason still interested in even more ramblings, here is Part 2 of my way too long tinfoil theory/summary post about the red lyrium idol, and I swear, it's the last one. 😂 Again, I just needed to get this out before we might get the first real trailer TOMORROW and I'm proven completely wrong, because that's just so funny to me. lol

(Note: This post was written before the title of DA4 was changed into "The Veilguard", so the implications of this title for the narrative were not taken into account for any of this. 💀)

The Phylactery Theory

"A phylactery is a vessel, often a glass vial, containing the essence of a magical being. The Circle of Magi and the Chantry use small phylacteries filled with blood, to track down mages that turn apostate."

"Phylacteries, ironically, are a form of blood magic. When a templar wishes to track down a fugitive mage they will use the phylactery as a way of homing in on the fugitive by way of a "hot and cold" situation, i.e., the phylactery glows, becoming brighter the closer it gets to its respective mage."

In Tevinter Nights, the Carta assassin described the idol to feel rather heavy, like there was "liquid inside". In the 2018 teaser, we see glowing cracks creeping up the idol's surface.

Inquisitor: "You don't need to sacrifice a slave's life to make a dagger." Solas: "I suppose it depends upon the dagger."

(- Solas when talking about blood magic)

In DAO, the Arcane Warrior specialization can be unlocked while doing the "Nature of the Beast" quest line, in the Lower Ruins of the Brecilian Ruins, south the Elven Burial Chamber. Inside a small chamber which looks like a ruined library, there is a broken stone altar. A phylactery is hidden in the far corner of the room. When you touch the phylactery you experience the memories of an elven arcane warrior who has remained trapped inside of the phylactery for centuries. It offers to teach you the secrets of the arcane warriors in exchange for setting its spirit free by placing the phylactery on an ancient altar.

In the "The Hunt of the Fell Wolf" poem in JOH, there is an idol that seems to possess a spirit that is connected to a demon wolf in a way that he can only be defeated if both him and the idol/spirit are destroyed and struck down at the same time.

As demon-stone was shattered, Ameridan struck true: Beast and spirit—both felled at once, Though neither hunter knew.

The Black Vials are six small glass phylacteries that can be found around Ferelden. When the Warden takes a vial, the glass fractures and releases a hostile revenant. A revenant is a form of undead that is created when a powerful demon, usually that of desire or pride, possesses a corpse. Upon their death, each revenant drops a scrap of vellum/codex entry that reads:

"Bound by your true name, no mortal hand shall reach you."

In the Tevinter Nights story "Genitivi Dies at the End", Rasaan and the Qunari were searching for Solas' "true name".

In the final chamber of the Solasan temple, there's an ancient inscription that reads:

Faintly carved into the stone is a figure bound in chains. Two other figures have turned their gaze from the central image. "Pride in our accomplishments and in our hearts. That same pride became (a word meaning corrupted or altered) within him, he sought to claim (indecipherable), cast from favor and so he was bound." "Hidden from mortal eyes, death lies within."

A codex about an encounter with a revenant, 5:71 Exalted:

"[…] The descriptions of the creature's abilities were eerily similar to those our brothers at Marnas Pell encountered almost a century ago […]"

Solas' hideout in The Missing was located in the Deep Roads beneath Marnas Pell.

Cole's comments in Trespasser suggest that Solas was bound to Mythal.

"He did not want a body, but she asked him to come. He left a scar when he burned her off his face."

While Solas seemed to have burned her vallaslin off his face, could there be a chance that he is still bound to Mythal by his true name? Could it be that he is still bound to whatever part of Mythal is trapped within the idol?

Again, the ancient spirit in DAO can only be freed from the phylactery if it is placed on an ancient altar.

So, the question is, if the idol is indeed a phylactery containing Solas'/Mythal's blood and a part of her spirit that needs to be placed on its original location/altar to free her, and if it was ripped off its original location, then where did it originally belong?

The Place Where It All Began

In 2018, we got the first DA4 teaser, showing the idol in various close-ups as well as the focal point of this mural.

Look at how the idol is suspiciously placed in the very center of the circle/tambourine which we assume to represent the Veil.

Now, what else sits at the center of the Fade that is ever present and visible but cannot be reached?

Right, the Black City.

Again, the idol is very likely depicting Mythal's death.

Now, tell me, where do you think was Mythal murdered?

Or rather, where do you think did the Blight originate?

I'm convinced that the Black/Golden City is/was Arlathan. The place where the false gods were imprisoned when Solas created the Veil. The idol/blade was likely forged after Mythal died. The 2022 cinematic clearly shows that the Blight started to spread from the center of the Golden City before it turned black and began to consume the rest of the world, but seemed to have then been contained by the Veil preventing it from spreading further.

"Had I not created the Veil, the Evanuris would have destroyed the entire world."

Corypheus is physically covered in red lyrium. We can assume that he turned into a blighted creature when he entered the Black City, which was already black and corrupted when they opened its gates.

Red lyrium only began appearing throughout the surface of all of southern Thedas in crystalline nodes following the opening of the Breach.

In Future Redcliffe, a year has past with the Breach still open and the red lyrium has spread everywhere.

It is proven that the Veil is inedvitably getting weaker alltogether, and that it will eventually come down at some point, regardless of Solas' actions.

The Veil getting weaker correlates with the Blight spreading further. If the root of the Blight lies within the Black City, and if the Blight was contained/prevented from spreading further through the creation of the Veil, and if the seven Old Gods are connected to the seven imprisoned, tainted Evanuris and serve as seals to the seven gates/mirrors of the Black City, then this banter and these visuals make a lot of sense:

Seven semi-circles with two of them still “lit” and the “tambourine”/Veil looking more broken with each new update….

Seven Old Gods/Evanuris that were banished when Solas created the Veil…..

Seven mirrors shattering….

Seven gates of the Black City, which Kordillus Drakon prophesied will someday shatter and cover both the mortal and spirit realms in darkness….

Solas: Your Order… the Grey Wardens… Blackwall: What about them? Solas: The Wardens see themselves as the world's defense against the Blight, do they not? Blackwall: Yes… why do you sound so skeptical? Doesn't everyone know this? Solas: When an Archdemon rises, they slay it. What will they do when all the Archdemons are slain? Blackwall: Retire? Solas: Without Archdemons, there can be no Blights. Is that the reasoning? Blackwall: Right. Where are you going with this? Solas: Nowhere. I hope they are correct.

Varric: Give [the Grey Wardens] some credit, it's not like you can study the Blight safely. I may not like everything they've done, but without the wardens, we'd all be blighted by now. Solas: They've bought us some time, I will grant them that.

DA4 will likely be set ten year after the events of DAI. And the Veil has gotten even weaker/Solas might succeed in tearing it down.

In Tevinter Nights, Solas claims that whatever he's going to do will "save this world".

Maybe the idol will solely be used to destroy the Veil and merge the World and the Fade, in order for him to, quote, "casually reshape reality".

BUT, you know what was proven to be the ultimate power source for Dreamers to reshape reality in a time before the Veil?

Say it with me.....

Great. Dragon. Blood.

So let's go back and assume that the idol is a phylactery that contains some part of Mythal/blood and that Solas is somehow still bound to by his true name. Mythal was likely murdered in the Black City, which might've also been the catalyst for the Blight. Solas might want to enter the Black City with the idol. Again, the ancient spirit in Origins can only be freed from the phylactery if it is placed on an ancient altar.

So… What if Solas plans to bring the idol back to its original location and free her spirit?

The Mother's Return

"Why did Mythal come to you?" "For a reckoning that will shake the very heavens."

At last, let me put on the tinfoil hat one final time and break this all down.

*takes deep breath*

The fact that it is Mythal's mosaic that is revealed to be on the platform in that final fight with Corypheus (symbolically surrounded by red lyrium!), the same ruins that were once the foundations of the Temple of Sacred Ashes.

The Sacred Ashes of Andraste, which possesses healing qualities "unsurpassed by even the most powerful spells".

Andraste, who was said to be too weak to bear children, but then miraculously was able to give birth to two daughters later in life. Almost like something came into her life that enabled her to do so. Like, for example, drinking the blood of a Great dragon.

Andraste, who might have not only been a mage, but also an Old God Baby like Kieran, carrying the soul of Dumat.

Old God souls, which a certain person seems to be particularly interested in collecting.

Not the Maker, but Mythal being drawn to Andraste's Old God soul, like a moth to a flame.

Andraste becoming Mythal's host, but that host ultimately burned at the stake, so she had to find another one.

Fast forward a few hundred years. Mythal has found another host in Flemeth, who just so happens to make a bargain with Calenhad Theirin, making him, again, drink the blood of a Great dragon, to gain special powers, leading him to become the first king of Ferelden.

So she watches the Theirin bloodline, until the fateful day Alistair gets almost killed at Ostagar. So she swoops in again, nudging the course of history by saving Alistair and the HOF.

Next up is Hawke, whom she saves so Hawke could find the idol and free Corypheus, setting the events of DAI in motion.

In DAI, if the Inquisitor drinks from the Well of Sorrows and you listen very carefully to the super creepy background noises while playing the audio backwards, the voices of the Well will tell you to "Stop her" and something else that sounds like "She speaks the Calling".

The Calling. A voice, a song, dreams that will haunt the Grey Wardens. Just like a certain idol does.

The Calling, which will force the Grey Wardens to go mad and join the Darkspawn as a collective hivemind to wake the Old Gods, but only after they consumed the Archdemon's blood in the Joining.

A being controlling people as a hivemind?

Like the Titans guiding their children like a collective mind? Titans, whom Mythal was the first to kill and mine their blood and something else to create bodies for her own people.

"The First of my People do not die so easily." (- Solas in Trespasser)

An Archdemon cannot be killed, because their soul will just transfer to the nearest soulless darkspawn. Transfering the soul. The secret of effective immortality.

How do you kill an Archdemon?

By drinking their blood, slaying them and taking in their soul.

What is an Archdemon/Old God?

A dragon.

What WAS Mythal?

"The new ones are faithful to Mythal, but do not understand what she was in her fullness."

Mythal's entire image is based on that of a dragon, a form that in ancient times was reserved for the gods. Because before the Veil, it was the dragon's blood that gave those dreamers the power to shape reality, so powerful that they came to be worshiped as gods. But, I think, not only had Mythal the chief role in the pantheon because she had great dragon blood within her, but because…

Her true form IS actually a motherflippin dragon.

So. What did the Evanuris do in order to KILL Mythal?

They slayed her, drank her blood and each of the seven obtained a part of her soul, but instead of getting killed themselves, they sought to become essentially invincible through both Mythal's blood and the tainted Titan blood/red lyrium.

Let me quote this wonderful post by @virlath from a few years ago.

With her conquering of the titans, I think it’s likely that her blood is a part of the blight and the red lyrium corruption. Mythal ran the elves' lyrium operations. She had a connection to the titans and their children. She also stole knowledge of the Void from Andruil. Combining all this knowledge it makes sense that she could use this to her advantage once she was imprisoned and corrupted, because she had a connection to both dragon's blood and lyrium. She just needed a physical aspect- Flemeth, and now Solas, to act out her plans. The use of dragon fire in Dark Fortress is further indication that the combination of dragons and lyrium results in a massive power nexus. I think it’s possible that red lyrium is simply lyrium tainted with dragon's blood. More specifically, Mythal's blood. This is why dragons were strictly reserved for the evanuris in ancient elvhen times- because the key to their immortality and power was dragons and more specifically, great dragon's blood. Mythal had strict rules about taking on the form of 'divinity’. I think this was likely because dragons and dragon fire/dragon's blood was the true source of the evanuris' power, and is what allowed them to appear immortal. This could explain why the old gods are so inexplicably linked to the evanuris in the lore. I think the evanuris each had a dragon- an old god, and they each used dragon's blood and dragon fire to make their dreams into literal reality. No one could infiltrate their dreams because only they had access to the power of dragons, which they claimed was their right.

Before BioWare settled on dragons, the Archdemons were supposed to look very different.

Meaning that, each of the seven Old God souls…. is what?

Yeah, I think it's all Mythal's.

Again, WHAT did the voices of the Well tell the Inquisitor? WHO speaks the CALLING?

It's the voice of the one who's the real owner of that soul. The one who for centuries has been trying to gather the scattered pieces of HER SOUL, driven by nothing but vengeance.

"So Mythal endures."

If the idol contains a part of Mythal, and if Solas used the idol/blade to trick the Evanuris like in Dalish legends, maybe it was because they were desperate to destroy the idol and get rid of Mythal once and for all.

Remember the visions described in Trespasser.

“Hail Mythal, adjudicator and savior! She has struck down the pillars of the earth and rendered their demesne unto the People! Praise her name forever!“ “In this place we prepare to hunt the pillars of the earth. Their workers scurry, witless, soulless. This death will be a mercy. We will make the earth blossom with their passing.” “The runes say the Evanuris fought the Titans. They mined their bodies for lyrium and… something else. It’s not clear.” “They made bodies from the earth. And the earth was afraid. It fought back. But they made it forget.” "For a moment, the scent of blood fills the air, and there is a vivid image of green vines growing and enveloping a sphere of fire." “For one moment, there is a vivid image of two overlapping spheres; unknown flowers bloom inside their centers. Then it fades.”

A sphere of fire… you mean, like the SUN? You mean, Mythal actually creating a MOON, just like in Dalish mythology?

Bear with me here.

We established that Mythal mined the Titan's blood, which I believe was then used for centuries in combination with her fire to create bodies for her own people/spirits. On top of that, I believe that, after her victory, Mythal used part of a dead Titan and lifted it into the sky to use it as a "cornerstone" to build the capital city of Elvhenan, Arlathan, on top of her "enemy's corpse".

I believe that in the moment of Mythal's death, her blood altered the Titan's blood (which also sundered the Song) and that something happened to the moon that she had created, which in turn led to the unbridled power of the sun to corrupt part of the Titan that the Golden City, Arlathan, was build on, as well as both their blood. And that's when it turned black. That's when the Blight was created.

Elgar'nan is the God of the Sun in Dalish mythology. He was likely the main instigator behind the Evanuris' betrayal and Mythal's murder.

The sun imagery keeps appearing throughout DA4's promotional stuff.

If the Old God Lusacan is connected to Elgar'nan, they would represent two polar opposites. The God of the Sun and the God of Night and Darkness. Again, Kordillus Drakon prophesied that the seven gates of the Black City would someday shatter and cover both the mortal and spirit realms in darkness.

"All the world will soon share the peace and comfort of my reign."

“Lusacan, the Dragon of Night, calls to you. He lives where it is darkest and waits for the day he will rise. Drink of his blood and know the power in darkness: either fear the Night or wield it.“ "The darkspawn yearn to awaken and corrupt Lusacan to start a new age of darkness.” “A night that will never end”

But why does this need to happen? Because Mythal needs to act out her vengeance upon the ones who murdered her and doomed the world with the creation of the Blight.

"She was betrayed as I was betrayed! As the world was betrayed!" "Mythal clawed and crawled her way through the ages to me, and I will see her avenged!"

Solas wants to save his people no matter what, and for that, the Veil needs to be torn down, resulting in the World and the Fade becoming one again…

But, to truly restore his People, I believe that he needs the Mother to come back.

Mythal represents both Justice and Vengeance. If justice is corrupted, it will turn into vengeance. Solas makes no difference between spirits and demons.

"I am sorry as well, old friend."

That last line of Flemythal to Solas. It's so simple, but what does it truly mean? Why is she apologizing to him?

Is it because none of this would have happened if she didn't die and everything that happened to the people and the world was because of her downfall? Because it was her who started all this in the first place with the death of the Titans, stealing their hearts and corrupting their blood?

With her gone and no one left to keep the false gods in check, if it hadn't been for her death, Solas wouldn't have been left with what seemed to be the only choice?

Is she sorry for everything he had to endure, from her giving him a body against his will, twisting his original purpose, to him having to live with the guilt over the death of a world and an entire civilization for a thousand years?

Or is she apologizing for using him?

"An eclipse as Fen'Harel stirred."

"Cry havoc in the moonlight. Let the fire of vengeance burn. The cause is clear." (- Solas reciting Mythal's invication)

She knew that Solas would do anything at this point to undo his mistakes and save the people he doomed. She knew exactly what Solas would do when he came to her in that after credits scene in DAI. She knew that he would need that power and the idol to complete his ritual in order to tear down the Veil, but to what end?

Without the Veil, whoever controls the dreams controls reality.

[the-elemental-heros]

”intro post.”

”hello hello! We are the greatest hero’s on earth and in hell! My name is mike, this is my partner, Lumi.” “Hai!” “and this is red light!” “Sup.” “If you wanna be a member I’d be happy to accept!”

PLEASE READ: if you are an ask blog that interacted with any of the members before erase those from the characters memory and history because if they don’t know who mike or Lumi is it will play into the story of these characters

(This is a rp blog for the elemental hero group and this was supposed to just be mike/phoenix and Lumi but it changed into something bit bigger)

(Drawings of each member coming soon)

Mikes powers: super strength, super speed, super hearing, black acid control, fire and lava control, can make weapons and everyday things out of black acid or lava or fire, teleportation, self-liquidation, shape shifting, can morph his body parts to form weapons, amazing with weapons combat, amazing with hand to hand combat, flight, obviously extremely durable because he’s fucking liquid, fire and lava creation and obvious manipulation, limited aura creation (he can make a firey aura around him) can make fire, lava, or black acid clones, laser eyes, obvious regeneration, he can make portals, he can self detonate creating a explosion of fire.

Lumis powers: super strength, same level as mike, super speed (slightly slower then mike), can make weapons and everyday things out of water and ice, can “fly” by spawning ice or water under her as she surfs it through the air, durability, super hearing, can talk to under water creatures, limb morphing (like mike), regeneration.

red lights powers: can change colors of lights (usually changes it to red), light manipulation, light creation, good at weaponry combat, super strength (weaker then mike), super speed (weaker then Lumi), limited aura creation (can make a red aura around her), can make light clones, impenetrable skin, infinite ammunition. Treikos powers: impenetrable skin, super strength, super agility, super reflexes, blood bending, best at weaponry combat, super adaptability, regeneration healing factor, teleportation, X-ray vision, enhanced vocal cords, super hearing, super durability.

Mikes boiling point extra powers and physical changes: can make his voice very loud, to the point of deafening, grows a pair of spider legs with 8 on each side, his powers just get buffed, grows a bit bigger going from 8’11 to 12’8ft tall, grows deploy and concealable blades under his wrist bandages that are about 10-13 inches at full length, lava spit.

random facts about mike!:

🔥: he is a LEE, death spot is his underarms. He has a very “EEK”y laugh.

🔥: He is a psychopath who loves to make people, suffer and he murders people. He is only saving people and acting like a hero because he likes being regarded as a god by some people and hero by most… most. 🔥: He died at 4 when being kidnapped and he was shot 78 times in the limbs, torso, stomach, you name it, he was only alive because they kept giving him adrenaline so he would stay alive and he died at the last headshot. 🔥: Kills because he views and thinks everyone is as bad as the 2 kidnappers who killed him, sometimes he has moments where he snaps outta that but it doesn’t last for long. 🔥: Is very rude, scary, and intimidating when angry or just being normal. 🔥: Obviously can’t die, I mean you can kill him but he will just come back after like a day. Same thing with everyone else. 🔥: Is very intelligent.. just his arrogance and confidence can cloud that at times. Speaking of confidence and arrogance he views himself as a god and looks down at normal humans like insects. 🔥: He’s very inspired by homelander, this whole thing is inspired by the boys and the seven. 🔥: is an art the clown level of brutality sometimes. 🔥: Basically a mix between homelander and the T-1000. 🔥: he is 31.

🔥: idk if I mentioned this before but his true self isn’t actually a psycho, yes he will kill murderers, arsonists, the ones doing atrocities. But he won’t seriously maim like smaller crimes like theft or stuff like that. His true self is actually a good person and caring, he is aware of his psycho side and his psycho side is aware of him. he didn’t want this killing to happen.

🔥: he has a brother only few know about. Treiko and cetchro know about this, his name is Nolan. They never told him because a few reason but the main one is because they know that if he finds out they kept this from him, they are dead.

things that can make phoenix come out:

Being tickled

being Shown affection

psycho self using powers to make him visible

Being surprised with something very odd (like a cat speaking-)

being reminded of his family

being shot (will kill you for this)

being injected with adrenaline or tranquilizers (will kill you for this)

being stabbed in the side of the head/ear (he can make body parts grow at will cuz liquid) (will kill you for this)

he can sometimes just come out on himself

random facts about Lumi!:

❄️: big lee, HUGE LEE. Most ticklish spots are belly, feet, back of knees, and neck.

❄️: even though her and red light are sweet and caring, like phoenix, they will kill criminals who have done very horrible things. And also like phoenix, they will hurt criminals who do smaller crimes like theft or stuff like that but not kill.

❄️: Is trying to make phoenix come out for good.. but Micheal is becoming more resistant by the second.

❄️: will protect people from Micheal if she can.

❄️: snuggle bug.

❄️: she is 24.

❄️: Favorite food: rotisserie chicken.

❄️: Likes being pet.

❄️: As you actually know, she cares about others greatly and is very sweet.. she is still a badass at times though.

❄️: likes to loaf from time to time. ❄️: died from being run over by a train.

(Facts about red light and treiko coming later.)

RULES:

NO NSFW! Suggestive asks are fine tho (I updated everyone’s age cuz I realized the age stuff had flaws-)

offensive jokes of any kinda are fine, racist jokes, phobe jokes, etc.

DO NOT try to fight these people if you cannot handle your characters being killed… you can just bring them back to life in a different post anyway lol.

don’t be rude to the mod, I’m fine with you taking joking shots at me but don’t be actually a asshole.

swearing is allowed, I’ll allow the word retard but don’t say a slur that you can’t reclaim (I think that’s the word).

don’t go into a fight with them and expect to win, I’ve already had one dude throw a fit about it, I don’t want it again.

This isn’t just a FPE blog it could go in really any fandom.

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(Sorry if @s don’t work or I forgot you, did the best I could.)

Story: a corrupt super hero group with members who are regarded as hero’s and gods are under control by a powerful demon consumed by revenge, only select fews knew and know about the truth and that the leader is just putting up a facade… most ended up dead, but the ones who know and that are alive are trying to get that info out, yet, no one believes them.

(Mod talking)

“Micheal talking”

“Phoenix talking”

“Lumi talking”

“Red light talking”

“Treiko talking”

Edit: two people have already forgotten the “please read”- I’m not angry btw

[beawake]

On consequences (CR campaign 3 some thoughts)

I've been thinking about this for a while now, and I briefly touched upon it with my Orym post, but it is something that the more I think about it, the more it bothers me too. There are no consequences for decisions made at the end of campaign 3, and some pretty big decisions have been made.

This is gonna be a long post

At the end of campaign 1, Vox Machina had to accept that they couldn't save Vax because he made a deal and he died and now he was gonna serve the Matron in dead. There was no way to fix it, if there had been one (with scanlan saving his 9th level spell), they would have had to work for it too. The plan that could exist was still complicated and gave no garantuees. And even know that they brought Vax back to live, those consequences are still there. Vax still serves the Matron and more often than not will be on the road and doing his duties. And 30 years have passed. He missed those, everyone changed in those 30 years. Things will be complicated, he will have to start over with everyone, see where they fit. The grief of before is still there. It will never be the same again. Yes he's back, but not completely, not fully, and it doesn't erase everything, it is not like before again. The consequences have been made less severe but they are still there.

In campaign 2 there were also consequences, not everything was wrapped up. Molly was dead and stayed dead, Essek was still a traitor and had to flee his home never being able to return again. There was more happy endings, but it not everything was magically fixed. Beau and Caleb still had the trail going for Zenoth and Ikiton. Ludinus was still out there and they had to go after him. And even in Campaign when Fjord rejected his warlock patron and pact he lost all his powers. There were consequences to decisions made.

Campaign 3 had very little of that. EXU had more, with clear consequences to Opal putting on the crown. The most consequences that c3 had was FCG still being dead (but with a way to maybe bring him back??) and at least Braius has consequences to rejecting Asmodeus (he might be hunted for sport), even everything with Fearne and her 20 different deals is vague. I already mentioned Orym and his fey pact being whiped away as if it is nothing. But those are not the only things.

Let's start with Ashton. First off, Ashton took the second shard and sure he nearly died, but the biggest consequence was that he now had a cool lavastone arm? He can still transform in a titan form, the dismay of the other party members barely lasted an episode. He was warned that he shouldn’t do it, did it anyway and lied about it and there were no consequences at all. And then he offered himself up as a sacrifice for the gods (I don't even know why he would have worked if they actually needed a Beacon but that aside) and once again there were no consequences. Sure he died, and then he got brought back. And instead of having that but him losing his barbarian abilities and having to work on that, no he can still have those. Yeah the first time they used liquid dunamis to give him those and keep him alive but Essek is here now and I guess he can create liquid dunamis now with his magic and All Is Right Again. No decision here has permanent consequences.

Since Fearne was kept super vague, they might wanna do a one shot or something around those 20 deals, I'm gonna skip her and go to Imogen.

So Imogen accepts Predathos, takes him into her body, makes deals with the gods while Predathos is chilling in her head and then he just leaves? And she is still the same sorcerer with predathos given powers? How does that work? The gods were clearly there when Predathos broke free and when Imogen releases Predathos out in the world the gods are gone. Even of Predathos couldn't follow along what imogen had been up to when he was chilling in her head it should have been obvious that she did something. And you're telling me this big ole powerful God-Eater does not take revenge? Does not curse her or take her power away or anything else when it is clear that Imogen and BH took away his food? And he's just like aww shucks, too bad, I'll go hunting somewhere else. Bye bye! I dunno, I feel like there should be some more consequences to breaking a deal with an all powerful being and undermining him under his nose. At the very least she shouldn't have her ruidusborn powers anymore since the godeater left. Divine magic would have changed too if the gods left so why not the ruidusborn magic and abilities?

And thay brings me to the next part, divine magic cause how does that work. The gods were not little snacks anymore for predathos cause they are human again, so how has nothing changed to how divine magic works. I feel like it should have at least been weakened a little? Again they made the decision to make the gods mortals and have them reincarnate constantly, and there are no consequences other than the gods walk the earth again and cults will happen? It would be all be so much more interesting if things really had consequences. If Clerics would need to search for other ways to be as powerful as they could be when the gods were actual gods. Looking at how Paladins draw their power from their belief in their oath to the god in question. But no, no searching necessary, they just know?

Maybe in another campaign we'll get more of a look in that particular decision and what possible consequences it has. But at the moment it was a little disappointing I guess. There could have been more. I suppose it suffers from wanting to wrap it up quickly and happily with all the troubles going on it the world? Maybe

[nani-nonny]

Prisoner of Fear : Part 1

Masterpost

Enjoy!

He can hardly believe it when the body collapses at his feet, taking his damaged sword with it. He can hardly believe it when his own body remains standing, frozen in place like it couldn’t believe what just happened either.

His hands are still shaking with an intense flow of adrenaline, his heart pounding against his chest in rapid succession. If it weren’t for his intense heartbeat, he would have believed himself to be dead. But he still doesn’t inherently believe that he’s entirely alive either.

It’s all too good to be true.

This has to be some kind of trick. It has to be. It can’t be over this easily, even if it weren’t easy to get to this point. It’s too quiet to be real. There’s no way he has finally found silence in so long. No, he must be dreaming. He must be living out the most realistic dream of all his dreams, tricking him into believing he had done the impossible. It has to be a dream because how else is he still standing?

Unless he’s dead.

He died and the final thing he sees is his one chance at freedom from this hell. Everything that screams in his body is all just a trick created by his deepest wishes. That’s what it is.

He closes his eyes and counts the seconds. A minute’s worth always brings him back to reality. A minute always gave him a brief moment to sit back and think. A minute is all he needs to reset. A minute to open his eyes to find himself dead and staring down at his dead body instead of the one he believed to have slain.

One…

Two…

Three…

Four…

Five…

Six…

Seven…

Eight…

Nine…

Ten…

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Fifty-seven…

Fifty-eight…

Fifty-nine…

Sixty…

Now… open your eyes.

Slowly, he opens his eyes to see the body at his feet again. This time, he sees the neon green liquid surrounding the body from the wound where his blade sticks out of. This time, he comes to reality.

He did it…

He… He finally did it…

It’s possible. It’s actually possible.

There’s no trick, no facade, no fake-out. There’s nothing. Nothing but sweet, sweet relief. And relief had never tasted so… disgusting, coating his tongue and throat with a poison unlike any other.

Now what…?

What does he do now that he achieved the impossible? What had he been fighting for? What was all this for? Why did he fight for this long? What lies beyond the dead body at his feet…?

He swallows nothing nervously, coughing when it brings forth the realization that his throat’s completely dry. Dry? This had never been a problem while fighting. He’s supposed to drink water, right? That’s a function…

He clears his throat, coughing lightly again as he looks left and right.

Floating rocks left and right. Debris from floating pieces of land cloud the further distances. Remnants of where battles lay. Emptiness and silence. Complete nothingness. It’s… it’s good, right? Silence and nothing is good.

He looks down at the body again, watching the liquid pour onto the ground in a steady stream. Is that…? Is that what he fought for? Is this what he needs for his dryness?

He licks his mouth, his flexible beak smacking dryly in the process. Assessing the new feeling, moving his jaw and shifting the thing that touches the thin bone in his mouth. It’s… It’s strange. Had he always had this mouth?

He raises his hands to his mouth, eager to touch, when he notices the sharp tendrils. He knows what these are. Fingers. His fingers are dry and caked in dead skin, long nails chipped and cracked at the tips of his fingers. They don’t look like they belong to him. But they must be his, they’re attached to him, after all.

He closes and opens his fist, watching with a sudden fixation on these phalanges of his that he doesn’t remember having. They crack and move like weapons, honed and ready to attack at any second. One phalange has a strange stiffness to it, so much that he can hardly move it. Another is fixed in place with a bandage wrapping and something far stiffer within the bandage. What reason does his finger need to be still like this?

The thought makes him pause. His. His. His…

That doesn’t sound right. No matter how many times he repeats the word, it still doesn’t feel like his.

Suddenly, the blade clatters on the earth, sending a rattling echo throughout the world around him. The sound bounces off the floating islands and rocks, ricocheting like it was meant to consume the world with its sound. It’s an unnerving sound, one that sounds the sirens in his nerves to steady and be prepared for a fight. Even if the one thing he had been fighting against has finally fallen.

Right. The blade. That’s what his fingers are for. How could he forget?

The blade looks as if it’s bleeding the neon green liquid, coated in the liquid like it was thirsty. Thirst! That’s right, that’s what he was. Thirsty.

He picks up his blade, running his pinched fingers along the edge to remove the excess liquid. With a little flick of the blade, he removes the leftover liquid he missed from it, but it elicits a certain spark he’s not used to.

Instead of the usual blue sparks that served as an extension of himself, they’re green and far more eradicated. The sparks are almost alive–monstrous, as they crack randomly–greedily. The power hums in the palm of his hand, seeping deep into his bones and massaging his muscles.

It’s eager. Hungry. The sparks are restless to ignite a portal into existence. They’ve always done what he wanted, so he must return the favor and do the same. He cuts into the air without hesitation, creating an emerald portal leading to the unknown on the other side. He can feel his blade beg for more of the liquid on the ground, so he kneels to soak the blade in it before returning to the portal that hums low with waves of electricity.

He doesn’t hesitate to step through.

On the other side, it’s blinding. For a second, he almost grows teary-eyed with sweet relief. For a second he thinks this must be what the dead see in their final moments.

It’s bright and warm and welcoming. It’s like a foreign embrace, but still welcoming nonetheless. And he’s grateful that his sword, his companion in hell, had brought him to this warmth. This must be the gateway to the afterlife, an eternal rest.

But when he hears a distant CLANG, his heart stops for a second. And suddenly there are more loud sounds. There are infinite clangs that get louder and softer and louder and louder then softer again. It beats into his heart again and again. This isn’t peace, this isn’t eternal rest. It’s HIM. He hadn’t died, He had run. It’s another trick. No, it mentioned more. There must be more. They always make sound. Sound is bad, sound is Him. Sound is them. It must be them, right? What else could it be?

Whatever it is, he doesn’t want it. He can’t stay. He needs to run. Run to silence, run to hide.

He grips his fist tight around the handle of the blade. His sword couldn’t have meant to frighten him, his companion wouldn’t hurt him like this. And from the feeling of his sword’s hum fading, he knows his sword hadn’t expected this either. So he grips his blade tightly in his palm and runs away from the sound.

He hears voices and high-pitched screams as he runs away, but he doesn’t stop. He needs to run to safety. He needs to run to the silence again. Silence brings peace. Silence is safe.

Leo doesn’t think.

He relies solely on instinct as he runs. Instinct will keep him safe. It always has.