#or he could be actully

[tojisun]

magic mouse

[saberdramon]

fuck it. giving majima piercings for the whimsy i can't stop doing it

[aphadole]

Why the freak frok am I crying over my friend reacting to my art

[chocobroing]

Condal also got the lore wrong. Cregan’s father wasn’t Alaric. It was Rickon, who swore the oath to Rhaenyra. These writers are fucking morons.

I’ll never forgive y’all for overhyping the Cregan/Jace meeting so much, only for it to essentially end up being:

Jace: Hey man, it’s nice being up here with you, just like our ancestors were, eh?

Cregan: Right. Thanks for not threatening me with your dragon like your great grandpa did, by the way.

Jace: Oh come on, he couldn’t have been that bad, otherwise your old man would have preferred being roasted alive, no?

Cregan: Sure dude, whatever you say… What do you want from me anyway?

Jace: Okay, uhm… A civil war is about to break out and we need your help ‘cuz like, you promised and… stuff.

Cregan: Yeah, no need to remind me. I lowkey need my men here though ‘cuz I have more important shit to do right now, but I can spare some old lads I guess.

Jace: Are you serious?

Cregan: I am.

Jace: Fine.

Y’all thought they’d be best friends and Cregan treated Jace the same way he’d treat his building manager who came to collect the monthly maintenance fee. Poor guy just wanted it to be over with.

In all seriousness, I actually liked that Cregan didn’t suck up to Jace like many wanted. Makes you remember that the Targaryens are colonisers and the Starks would have never bent the knee to them if they had the chance.

[coolemmasulivan2]

Not Alone

Pairing: Pedri x Reader

Summary: You're at the stadium, after Spain Vs Portugal, and your daughter just can't keep still.

Word count: 747

Eres como el sol, sales sin razón (Sales sin razón) Dando luz y calma Una sola flor que me guardo yo Y tu voz que me desarma

You sat in the stands, surrounded by his family, waiting for the ceremony to begin. Portugal had won, and the stadium buzzed with cheers and celebration, but your eyes were fixed on Pedri.

He stood on the field, shoulders low, talking quietly with Pau. You could see the heartbreak etched into every line of his face. So close, but so far.

Your daughter, curled up on your lap in her little Spain jersey, fidgeted restlessly. Her wide eyes were glued to her father, tracking every movement, every twitch of his mouth, every clench of his jaw.

"Hey, it's okay, baby." You whispered gently into her ear. "Daddy's okay."

She didn't react, didn't even blink at the sound of your voice. Her little legs started kicking faster, her body buzzing with anxious energy.

Fer, sitting beside you, reached over and scooped her into his lap with practiced ease. "Banana?" He said, using the nickname he'd given her after she discovered her love for the fruit, just like her father.

"Sí?" She answered, but her gaze didn't shift.

"Mírame, Banana." He gently turning her chin. But she wriggled away, eyes flicking right back to Pedri. (Look at me, Banana.)

Fer shot you a look, helpless, and you shrugged.

"She can't see him like that. She gets… nervous. It's like she feels it too, even if she doesn't understand it."

Pedri's mother, seated on the other side of Fer, smiled softly. "She's just like him. Pedro was the same when he was little. If Fer came home upset, Pedro wouldn't eat. He'd pace around the house until he knew his big brother was okay." You smiled faintly, brushing a curl from your daughter's forehead.

Just then, the Spanish team began walking through the tunnel of Portuguese players, heads held high despite the sting of defeat. The crowd rose in applause, a standing ovation for a good match.

Your daughter stood from Fer's lap, tryinh to see through the sea of bodies. She wore her own jersey with number 20 and the word Daddy printed on the back.

"Mami?" She called, arms lifted. Everyone around her felt like giants. (Mommy?)

"Ven aquí, mi amor." You scooped her up and stood with her in your arms, while she clapped for the both of you. (Come here, baby.)

But Pedri didn't glance toward the stands. His eyes stayed on the grass, the weight of the moment pulling him down.

As the Spanish team turned toward the tunnel, shoulders hunched and eyes down, the applause began to die down. You shifted your daughter in your arms, thinking she just wanted a better view, but as soon as her feet touched the floor, she was off.

"Banana--!"

She slipped between the other familis and the barrier without hesitation, tiny sneakers hitting the grass as she ran.

"¡Papá!"

Her voice cut through the noise, high and clear and heartbreakingly small.

Pedri's head jerked up.

You were already halfway down the steps behind her, your heart pounding. He turned toward the sound, scanning, confused, until he saw her, sprinting across the field.

"¡Papá!" she called again.

The staff made no move to stop her. Or they recognized her just or they simply thought what threat could such a little girl actully do.

Pedri dropped to his knees as she crashed into him, her little arms wrapping tight around his neck.

He held her like she was the only thing keeping him upright. "I'm okay." He whispered, though you couldn’t hear it from where you stood. "Estoy bien, princesa. Todo está bien." (I’m okay, princesa. It’s okay.)

She cupped his face in both her hands, like she'd seen you do before. "Don't be sad, Daddy." She told him. "You played so good."

He pulled her into his chest, holding her like she was something sacred. Carrying her, Pedri walked toward you, his steps slower now, but steady. His gaze didn't drop this time. It stayed locked on you, like you were the only person in the world.

When he reached you, he didn't say anything, just leaned in and kissed you.

You let your hand rest at the back of his neck. "You were amazing." You whispered against his skin. "I’m so proud of you."

He nodded once, eyes closing briefly. "Pensé que lo teníamos." He said. (I thought we had it.)

"Lo sé." You murmured. (I know.)

Between you, your daughter yawned. Pedri kissed the top of her head, then yours.

"We're going home." He said softly.

[yanderefarm]

Now I need us “pretending” to forget about Emil, only to actully forget about it him.

Like, as a punishment we lock him in the basement and forget about him as a joke, send a maid down there once a day to feed him, but then we genuinely forget about with him, because we didn’t realize how much work Emil does.

He gets feed once a day from a maid, but that’s the only interaction he has. (Need some more angst before it gets fluffy🙏🙏)

part 3 of this & 2

i don't know why i love this series so much i want to break emil so bad. i have so much fun writing pathetic emil whump.

cw;; domestic abuse, drugging, unsanitary, manipulation, dehumanization

things had been relatively peaceful since starting the divorce process. a process you had paid the information guild to purposely obstruct and delay while also leaking all the information about. at this point you met the guild master more than your own husband, in spite of emil's attempts. every day you would wake up to find some kind of expensive gift and your maids would inform you that emil was there to see you, to which you would dismiss both. but emil kept trying.

he wasn't even being drugged anymore but the effects had clearly taken their toll on his mind. according to the servants of the main house he wasn't doing his work, he would spend all his time wandering or sitting like he was the living dead, and they even heard him crying. your name and even mention of the queen title had been all but banned by his advisors in an attempt to get him to pull himself together. he wasn't.

the first time you saw him in 6 months was shortly after a meeting with the guild master discussing your next steps to take over the kingdom. you had decided with everything squared away you would go out for a walk by the fountain.

the moon was the only light on the usually vibrant garden, casting it in a somber darkness. the air was cold and heavy with the chilling change of seasons on the horizon so you were wrapped in a shawl. it was the perfect night to find him. your husband was standing on the bridge overlooking the fountain, he was staring down into the water longingly. you could see from his reflection in the water his eyes were sunken and there were bags under them, his hair was messy and uncombed, and he was paler than normal. he looked sickly and the cold blank look in his eyes didn't help.

he didn't even seem to notice as you approached when usually he would be on high alert or draw his sword. or he did notice.

"if you're going to kill me please make it quick." he must have thought you were some kind of assassin but more notably his voice was so soft and weak unlike anything you'd ever heard from him.

"i have no intention of killing you." your voice made his head shoot up with all the speed his weakened state could allow.

fresh tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. "(y/n)..? are you... real..?"

he stumbled towards you his feet struggling to carry him. you reached out and caught his surprisingly light body.

"you're re-"

"what's wrong with you? do you think dying will make things better?"

he flinched and his head fell to the ground.

"i thought you would break eventually and just admit you were wrong. but you'd rather die, hm?"

"i- you- i tried-"

"i don't want your excuses, emil."

he swallowed hard as tears began falling freely from his eyes. he opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. you couldn't help but take some kind of pity on the poor man, your hand running under his chin and forcing him to look back at your face.

"you're so pathetic... this is what the terrible tyrant becomes?"

you ran your thumb along his bottom lip before you leaned in close enough to feel his ragged breath against your lips.

"give up your pathetic life. give everything to me. everything ends when you give it to me."

he tried to lean forward enough to catch your lips but you kept out of his reach. instead of letting him kiss you, you pulled away from him completely. you stood up straight and pulled your arms away from his body causing the pathetic man to drop onto his knees. his body hit the cobble like you'd dropped a corpse but you decided not to care, choosing to turn away instead.

you started to walk away when you heard scratching and clawing at the stone under your feet.

"-ing please. please!" his voice clearly strained to try get your attention.

you stopped in your tracks waiting for him to speak but instead you heard more clawing and shuffling. eventually you felt his head bump into your leg like a cat greeting its owner. his bloody hands grabbed your leg and he held onto you as tight as he could while rubbing his head against your leg.

"emil. let me go."

"please take it... please take everything..."

"let me go."

"you want everything its yours. please."

"emil."

you finally dared to look down at him. he was so pathetic, his tears and blood were staining your pants. you let out a heavy sigh and reached down, your hand running through his tangled mess of hair.

"if you mean that then tomorrow concede your kingdom to me."

his peachy pink eyes looked up at you.

"do you understand?"

he nodded.

"then let go. you're getting me dirty."

he hesitated but he slowly let go of your leg.

———

of course your husband came through. he did as you ordered him, meaning you ascended to the title of king ahead of your schedule. while it certainly had its benefits it did leave a few things unfinished specifically on the guild master's end. so after everything settled into place you used your new found power to help staple in the final touches.

your husband who had been so happy to have you next to him again the past few months had to resume the drugs just so your hard work wouldn't completely slip away. he was still walking around like a corpse just a better maintained one. but no one seemed to have the time to pay much mind in the chaos of making you king. no one had the time to wonder where he went near the end of the chaos as you took over. and it was only when it was too late did his advisors even notice he wasn't anywhere to be found in the castle. you had to reassure them that he was currently tucked away from the public receiving the utmost medical care for his poor condition.

you ran a hand through your hair as you descended the dungeon steps, you were currently complaining to your maid about all the tedious parts of your job. there was an undeniable smile on your face though, the pride of having the most powerful kingdom in your hands made even the tedium valuable. your smile only widened twisting into a sick smirk as your torch caught onto the dirty form of your caged husband. he was on his knees clinging to the bars of his cell with tearful dead eyes.

"how long has it been, emil...?"

you walked over and crouched in front of him, he immediately went to push his head against your hand.

"your highness it's been 6 months since your last visit." your maid hung the torch nearby.

"really...? it's been over a year since i started this..."

your maid set about preparing emil's food while you pet him gently.

"i didn't mean to forget you down here."

the poor man didn't even seem to realize as he rubbed his head against your hand.

"oh emil... to think it only took a little over a year to break the mad king. to take everything away from you. to trap you in a little cage like you did my family."

the maid returned with some fresh water and a bowl of porridge. you pulled away from emil as she gave him his food. you watched his pathetic eyes look up at you desperately and you cocked your head to the side.

"your highness he's asking permission to eat."

your eyes lit up as you looked over at your maid. "oh my goodness!! you're incredible! i remember telling you i wanted to train him but to think you really went the extra mile..."

"thank you, sir. it's an absolute honor to break the man who destroyed my home."

your smile didn't fade as you looked down at the pleading former tyrant. "go ahead. but you can't use your hands."

emil hesitated before he finally shoved his face down into the bowl, eating like a pig with slop. it was a disgusting but amusing site, you and your maid had a good laugh at his expense.

once he was done you decided to give him a reward for good behavior. you crouched down in front of him and gently cleaned the mess off his face with a warm wash cloth. it was the closest thing he'd had to a real bath in the past 6 months. he was sobbing as he leaned into your hands.

it didn't last as long as he'd liked and you pulled away again.

"continue training him. id like to parade him around eventually so we should work with that goal in mind."

"you'll have his complete obedience. he won't even think to breathe without your permission."

"wonderful." you ran a hand down through his tangled mess of hair. "... I'll give you a budget so you can properly turn this area into the perfect training facility and our private friend can help you with the details."

"i look forward to it, your highness."

"i do too. when we're done with you you'll finally tell me you love me. you'll thank me for all of this, emi."

all you got was a whimper in response. you left your precious husband down in the dungeon, a forgotten and disgraced king.

[pretty-side-of-the-moon]

love love love your writing sm im willing to talk off anon LOL but i would love to see your spin on luke and a gf who is super affectionate ! like kisses him all over his face, always touching him in some form etc

I'm so honored actually... thank u sm!! Always feel free to send in reqs or even just asks if you wanna talk! I'm always looking for moots <333

but this really is so me core..if I had a bf/gf i'd be so clingy i'd be unbearable-

But thank you sm!! have a great day babes!!

XOXO,

Pretty ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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You slipped your hand into your boyfriend's, placing your head on his shoulder as you snuggled up to his side.

Summer had just started, so when the days were warm enough for shorts, the night had you pulling out jackets and hoodies.

The campfire group wasn't very big yet. Since summer had just started, not everyone had gotten to camp yet. It also meant that no one really cared if you decided to slip next to Luke Castellan instead of your siblings.

He hummed as he intertwined your fingers, squeezing your hand twice and tilting his head to look down at you.

"Hi, pretty girl." He whispered to you, smiling when you leaned your head up to press a quick peck to his lips.

"Hi, Luke." You whispered back, breathing out with a smile. "Missed you.."

"I saw you before dinner, hon."

"That was a long time ago."

He chuckled, and nodded. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

He rolled his eyes, but he never meant it, not really. He squeezed your hand again and went back to watching the fire.

You, however, preferred to shut your eyes and let Luke worry about the rest. It was only when he was there that you could truly relax.

The air smelled like smoke and pinecone, like how a summer camp should smell. You could almost pretend that you were here for a normal summer. For marshmallows, and hanging out with your boyfriend, and not for swords and deaths and protection.

But here you were, for all of that, and you still had luke.

You suddenly sat up straighter, tilting your head to press a kiss to his cheek. Just one!

Then two..

Then three.

And then he turned and looked at you. And you pressed your lips to his softly.

He didn't stop you, simply slipping his arm around your waist and tilting his head a bit.

You pulled away, humming in satisfaction and he rolled his eyes again.

You turned, this time watching the fire yourself. Luke kept his arm tucked around your waist, pulling you up against his side.

He never minded your clinging. He preferred it, actully. A constant reminder that you were there. That you were real. That you were his.

He pressed a kiss to your hair and stayed there for a minute. He really was just as clingy as you.

[evcrlasting]

This was what she liked about them. The jokes, the challenges, the annoying smirk on his face when he felt like he was right, which he thought a little too many times. They had established a rapport that she had no issue with but Paige didn't see how making their relationship official would change that. Nothing about them would fundamentally change. They were still the same people, and he was still the same aggravating dude to press her nerves. Maybe she was naive to think they wouldn't change but just like him, this was all new to her. One thing Paige was not, was a quitter so she could only raise her brow at his challenge. Then make her move. She leaned in, placing a trail of kisses up from his neck to his ear. "I could think of a couple ways to make you" she whispered. Only to pull back with a grin on her face, "but you'd like it too much." And she would too but that was besides the point. The point was if Finn wanted to play this game, which reeked largely of a distraction tactic then she could too. Unfortunately after everything that had happened, it wouldn't distract her as much as he thought. 'Oh'? There really was no pleasing him. That was starting to feel like a second argument she really didn't have the ability to handle. Not if she wanted to remain sane.

Paige sucked her teeth at his admission. Damn. It wasn't like she wasn't aware. She wasn't that big of a fool but Finn saying it aloud, especially in the midst of her current conversation only made it hit all the more. So much so that her only reaction was a shrug. What could she say to that and how did he make it sound so simple? Honestly Paige would've liked it more if Finn was playing with her feelings. Then she'd at least be able to not take everything to heart. Yet every sweet word he said shot right there. Though she wanted to laugh. Prepare her? Prepare her for what exactly. Her hand reached up to cup the side of his face, her thumb stroking his cheek. "That's sweet but I don't need you to prepare me. I'm a big girl. I can make my own decisions and deal with whatever consequences come." One could argue that she was already doing such. Didn't Finn realize that whatever he was trying to prepare her for, he was more than capable of being the thing she needed to be prepared for? The irony. He was making decisions for her that she hadn't asked for all in the name of his care. Yet he clearly didn't even know what she wanted. He wasn't in any position to determine what was best for her. "Having a roster sounds fun." Lie. "According to Angie that's how most people date anyways. Perfect way to avoid getting hung up on just one person." Then again Angie, her friend Angelica, was a serial dater and should never be trusted for dating advice. But they weren't dating, he had made that clear so it didn't hurt to try something once. Something where she actually couldn't get hurt. It was built in protection. The thing she had needed from Finn from the start.

If she weren't distracted by trying to further protect her own feelings then Paige would have noticed the conversation was seeming less and less fun to Finn. Though he had made his bed and now he had to lay in it. She scrunched her nose together. "We can be casual but we'll never be that casual. That's way too weird for me." Even if they had made the boundaries clear at the start, she never would have wanted to know or even shared that information from her end. The man she liked was clearly an idiot yet it didn't change her feelings. Those were too far gone. "If you," Paige paused to correct her words, "when you go out with other girls, Finn, I don't want to know. Failure or not." Now she couldn't say she hadn't told him. There was truly no point in him sharing his failed conquests with her. Not unless his intent was to land her in a jail cell. Even his failures would only be a loss for her. Nothing but the constant reminder that she would be sharing him with whoever. If there was one thing she was sure of, it was that there'd always be a prettier, smarter, more whatever girl in whatever city he went to next. Drawn to what they think they knew of him or his fame. It would be naive to think there wasn't temptation around him. The comments on his photos, the tweets at him? It took so much already to not dwell. And that was even when she thought they had something more. Maybe she'd delete Instagram soon. It was for the best. Her peace of mind. "What other things are those?" Oh sweet sweet Finley. It gave her too much pleasure to pop the false reality he seemed unaware of. "You don't realize that your position could change?" Easily. If she wanted to be honest. The attention she was competing to get with Finn was something any other man could give her. Not to even talk about time. With how much he was gone for interviews, concerts, and things of the sort and now her knowledge to not change her plans for him? Sweet sweet Finn.

Her reaction was everything. The smirk already present on his face only broadened, a playful glint in his eye. From the eyeroll, to the way she narrowed her eyes at him before demanding he shut up. “Who? Me?” he said exaggeratedly, feigning like he was looking around, searching for an alternative person for Paige to be saying that to, before looking back at her, his eyes darting back to hers, the same evergrowing grin still plastered all over his face. “Nah. Not unless you make me..” A challenge, a quirk of an eyebrow. It was easier to gloss over it all, this conversation. Feelings made things too complicated. Now, jokes and playful rebuttals? That was more up his street. It was easy, light. Again, it was why Finn saw no need to change things, make things difficult. What would be the point? At least if things got stale, or didn’t work out or they fall out, no one would be at a loss. He wouldn’t be at a loss. That’s what he told himself to convince himself, anyway. The way he saw it. As far as he was concerned, he thought they’d resolved things now. Nothing needed to change, and as long as Paige was still willing to be involved with him, in whatever the fuck this would become, with some minor changes that was, then he figured it was fine. Or if not, it would be. If it wasn’t then…well. He had no plan for that. The common sense decision would be to cut all ties, right? But it wasn’t something Finley considered; he saw no need to consider. He didn’t want to hurt the woman, and while to begin with he wondered whether he had done exactly that, her almost completely casual attitude towards it seemed to imply otherwise. Not that he was fully convinced yet, but still. Because she told him how she would switch her plans around for him. That was a lot of effort to put in someone, no matter the situation. Did he sound ungrateful? He wondered. Didn’t mean to be, but not meaning to do something didn’t necessarily mean he didn’t do it. Now, Paige told him she didn’t plan on doing that anymore and he felt…deflated? Disappointed? It was all very confusing because he wasn’t bothered, she could do what she wanted. Ugh. “Oh. Okay then. Least we cleared that up, huh?” What else could he say? 

Oh, she was good. It didn’t go unnoticed, the way Paige leaned into him. Satisfied with his ways of getting around her, but then the next thing he knew, she was imitating him from before and…he honestly admired her for it. The same, cheeky grin threatened to pull at his lips once again though he did indeed try to quash it. Cocking his head, he simply said, “I do care. About you.” Because that was the truth. Just because he decided he didn’t want to settle into a relationship didn’t mean he didn’t care for the girl. Maybe he didn’t make it clear enough. But then again, with his nonchalant attitude to this whole situation, it wasn’t as if he gave her any reason to think otherwise. “I am just trying to…” he trailed off, humming thoughtfully as he searched mentally for what he wanted to say. A half-shrug rolled from his shoulders. “Prepare you. I only want the best for you, Paige. Surely you know that?” Finn added like it was the most obvious thing in the world. It wasn’t a lie, he did want what was best for her. And he wholeheartedly believed being in a relationship with him was not for the best. For a plethora of reasons: it wasn’t the right time, he wasn’t around enough to give her what she needed, the fans were relentless and in a way, he was trying to protect her from that. From the media scrutiny, from the millions of questions she’d inevitably be asked about him, from the pressures being close to him brought. He already saw that happen with one of his bandmates. And he was certain they were solid, unbeatable even. They’d been together before long before the show, but their relationship didn’t survive fame. And he saw how it affected him, too. It wans’t nice, and he didn’t want to be subjected to that. To feelings. He didn’t need them. That’s why something a lot more casual worked for him. “Now you want a roster? Starting a collection now, are you?” he asked, wrinkling his nose up. How could she go from wanting something more from him to suddenly wanting to be casual with a number of other people?

If she was trying to get under his skin, to get to him, she was succeeding. Now he felt like he was losing. But losing what? Finn scoffed. “You wouldn’t tell me? Why not?” Should’ve been obvious, but not to him. Just because he felt like he was a - mostly, not quite - open book didn’t mean everyone else should. But then, he mused to himself, maybe it was because she didn’t want him to say I told you so precisely. Yep, that had to be it. As for the comment about having a talent for choosing men? It’s not like he could protest to that. After all, he was literally right there. “Can’t argue there,” he added, muttering under his breath. It wasn’t even that he wanted to get with other girls elsewhere. The thought hadn’t crossed his mind. Finley knew full well he had options. Loads of them, on the street, at concerts, in his dms, the propositions never stopped. And maybe he was tempted. Maybe. But in truth, it was Paige he thought about when he wasn’t with her. It was she who he messaged after a show, or called when wasn’t performing or interviewing or some other thing. His management told him: make the fans think you’re available. And so he was. He was following orders…mostly. The reasons for not initiating or developing meaningful relationships were stacked against the reasons why he should. Sure, he may have made false promises to some of the girls during banterous remarks or what have you. But he never actually followed through with their offers because he just didn’t care for them. It may have been cold, but it was true. None of them ever could mount to how Paige made him feel, though there was no point in telling her that now. It was all confusing for him! It would only make matters worse, and he didn’t want to lead her on…or do that more than he already had. The comment about his ego brought a tightlipped smile to his face, one that didn’t quite meet his eyes, even if he tried another nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. “As well as other things, yeah,” he replied with a scoff. “Oh, I should be, should I? Why’s that then?” Because it didn’t occur to him that his position could change in the future. That he could easily be demoted. With her “roster.” Or whatever.

[4me2knowandyou2wonder]

Just some MelVik "early days dynamic" brain worms. I had fun writing a scene. no real shipping here actully, just the good ol mel and viktor dynamics we should have gotten 800~ words, writen at like 2am, not reread at all before posting.

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Viktor’s left leg has fallen asleep. For a while now he had been aware of the slow tingling crawling down his nerves, but he’d finally gotten into a position that let his right leg stop throbbing and found he was unwilling to keep looking for a way to sit that appeased both limbs. It is for this reason that when the lab door loudly swings open Viktor makes no attempt to rise. There is no doubt in his mind that that could only end with him on the floor. He does not know who entered the laboratory, certainly not Jayce—he had left an hour ago, but no matter how open he was to the intruder being a stranger, he was still unprepared for councilor Medarda herself, to sit down on top of his notes. 

“As concentrated on progress as ever I see,” she lulled, dragging the page he’d been staring at from his fingers. 

Once over his initial shock, Viktor snatched the paper back with force and glared at the councilor with flames in his eyes. “What are you doing here?”

The counselor at least had the wherewithal to look a little embarrassed after that. “Well, honestly, I am here seeking counsel.” 

“Jayce left two hours ago.”

“I know. I came for you.”

Viktor could keep the indignation from his voice. “Me?”

Councilor Medarda finally removed her butt from Viktor’s desk in favor of pacing about the room. Viktor reluctantly unfolded himself to watch her movements. His legs had very differing opinions about this action. 

“I’m trying to undo an outdated law, but the council is not in my favor.” Viktor wanted to interject with a comment about that but the councilor offered no pause. “For years doctors who are licensed in Piltover have been barred from practicing medicine in the undercity.” 

He was well aware. Viktor focused on her with more interest. Why would she care about doctors being allowed in Zaun? 

“I thought it was an obvious law to over turn.” Her pacing had gotten faster now. “Why are we controlling the movements of our citizens? Wanting to help others across the bridge doesn’t make anyone less capable of medicine! Its—”

“It is because they want the resource for themself,” Viktor interrupted, “and, well, they do not want their doctors to be put in danger.” 

The councilor’s pacing stopped. “You agree with them!” 

Viktor frowned. He wasn’t sure how much he was willing to say. He said it anyway. “Miss Medarda, I have watched friends and family alike die from preventable diseases. Die, just because the available doctors are too scared to work with them. If you are from Zaun, it does not matter if you make it all the way to Piltover. It does not matter if you have the money. This very law scares doctors enough that they will turn me away.” Even while curled over in a rickety wooden chair, his gaze was enough to level her. “Of course I do not agree with the council.” 

“Viktor—”

He let out a sigh and leaded back in his chair. “I simply… understand their flawed minds.” 

“I want to change it.” 

“A noble thought.” He didn’t try to hide his skepticism.

The councilor is suddenly much closer to him. “I was a single vote away from reversing it.” There is a conviction in her voice that intrigues Viktor. “Hoskel is malleable. But he’s scared of change.” 

She pauses long enough Viktor thinks she might be waiting for him to speak. “I-”

“Can you hide a calming agent in a kid’s fidget puzzle?”

There is fire in her eyes. A rueful smile plays over Viktor’s face. “Miss Medarda…” he drawls. “Are you here to ask me to help you drug your fellow counselor, so that you can pass a law?”

The councilor doesn’t recoil. She doesn’t even blink. Unwavering determination. Viktor is faced with a choice. He doesn't like the thought of being used, but a reversal of this jurisdiction could mean everything for hundreds of Zaunite citizens. One trinket is all it would take for him and the counselor to change the dynamics of the whole population.

Viktor wins the staring contest. Councilor Medarda sighs and lets her shoulders fall. “I’m sorry for bothering you. Goodnight, Viktor.” 

“Goodnight, Councilor.” 

He lets her touch the brass handle before calling out. “Are you not going to tell me when the next council meeting is?” 

Councilor Madarda’s head whips around. She is met with the widest, most cunning grin she’s ever seen on Viktor. Her next few breaths come out a bit like she might be laughing, but Viktor cannot be sure. 

“It’s- It's tomorrow evening.”

Viktor pushes his bottom lip up and nods his knocks to the side. “I’ll see you in the morning then.”

He picks up his pencil from the desk and turns away. He does not look up again until a closed door muffles the councilor’s footsteps. Perhaps Viktor should play Powerful more often, he concedes, that was fun.

[mikalame]

Pick- up

going out on a limb here lol havent written smut in god knows but i had this idea like ages ago and just wanted to write it down. please dont judge this kinda made me cringe a couple times lol

warnings: SMUT, phone masterbation, R.I.P Bill

Toms POV

"Fuck ___ pick up, pick up, pick up" Tom mutters into his phone the high pitched call ringing in his ear. The sound turning off and the beeping of a missed call is now echoing in the quiet room. Tom looks over to check if Bill is still asleep, the only think tom can see is his brothers back facing him on the single bed across the room.

Tom breaths a sigh of relief, if Bill knew what Tom really wanted he would be kicked out and made to sleep in the hallway as ___ wasn't picking up, Gustav and Georg love their privacy way to much to want Tom to sleep in their rooms so that was a no go as well.

"Fuck sakes" Tom groans, he lifts his bed sheets to see if his hard on is getting any softer but to no avail. Another time this would be great, he could go sneak into ___ room fuck her to his hearts content give her a quick little i love you kiss then sneak back before Bill and the others wake up.

But no, it just had to be on the day where they all had to get up at the ass-crack of dawn. Looking to his bed side table the clock flashing 11: 15 pm, not to late into the night but everyone is probably trying to get some rest of the big day tomorrow including ___.

Deciding to give it one more call he reaches for his phone chucked somewhere in his messed up sheets. Scrolling quickly to try and find her number in his phone catalogue, groaning quietly when his boxers rub against his sensitive cock.

"Please, please,please, pick up ___, god" he groans feeling a tad bit guilty about waking her up but god did he need help right now. As the beeping sound of a missed call sounds again he groans giving up hope that she would pick up.

'Bing' his phone rings. Toms head whips over to his phone, flipping it open and seeing that he had a new message from ___ his heart pumping wondering if he was actually going to do this, but the quickly making up his mind as he had now dragged ___ into his problem.

___ POV

The ringing of my phone wakes me up again. I roll my eyes getting annoyed at who ever keeps ringing me at such a late hour. One more ring goes off and i groan if frustration and snatch my phone from the bedside table.

I shut my eyes tight as the blinding lights flash me, as i get used to the brightness and can actully see whats on the tiny screen i see its from my boyfriend Tom with like a bazillion calls next to his name.

I get the reason Bill spilt us up, not wanting to her the headboard slam against the shared wall or the gasps and moans as we fuck each other to over stimulation but oh well. It does feel weird not having Toms warm body pressed against my back, his wandering hands running up and down my thing or his soft breath on the back of my neck but i digress.

Texting him quickly the letters on my screen pop up slowing, still groggy from just waking up but i manage to get a go enough sentence to send.

Me- Hey babe whats up why you ringing to late at night??? Tom- Please i need you, ive had this boner for like ages and it wont go away please help. Me-Really Tom a boner you woke me up in the middle of the night cause your horny Tom- Yes baby i know it sound stupid but its so sentitive right now and i cant bare it please Me- Why dont you just jerk off then? Tom-yeah but i dont got any sexy pictures of you on my phone to use and i get to distracted to make anything up in my head, can you just call me please

You furrow your eyebrows in amusement before another ding went off, wondering what Tom has to say now you open the chat log and see Toms cock standing tall, tip swollen and red, pre dripping from it already. You wont lie but seeing his dick even with the shitty lighting from the camera flash gives you that warm feeling in the bottom of your stomach.

Tom- please baby, i cant take it no more

He types in the chat. Your a bit confused as to what to do, wondering if he wanted to come into your room as him and bill are sharing a room and that wound be weird or if he wanted to have phone sext which your havent done before.

Me- So do you want to come over to my room or what?? Tom- To risky bills got some sorta fancy security thing set up on the door to make sure i didnt try and come to yours well just call okay Me- Wont Bill hear you on call though? Tom- I'll be quite baby dont worry

is the last text you get before the phone rings again. Not waiting another second you pick up that call, flicking your bedside table lamp on and sitting up against the headboard, your thighs tightening in anticipation.

Hearing a groan from the other side of the call you assume Tom has already started to try and get rid of his problem. You hear shilick noises which you can guess if Tom working his hand up and down before another low groan reaches your ears.

"Hey baby"Tom whispers a slight chuckle at the end, "Hey Tommy, really that bad is it?" you giggle finding this all a bit to amusing."Fuck you have-mmh no idea" he groans half way through talking "say some thing baby- need to hear- ngh- need to hear you noise fuck please, talk about - anything ugh" tom moans in a hushed noise.

You hear the bed creak through the phone wondering if he was thrusting up into he hand, the same way he does when you give him blow-job. Not having a clue what to say you just repeat things you have heard him say when hes close to cumming, words flowing out of his mouth as the high hits him.

"Fuck~ ___, need you so bad" he voice pitched higher then before his hand jerking him off faster." What do you want tom huh? you want my mouth to suck you off or just my hands maybe both though i bet you would like that" hearing a louder groan from the other side signalling to you that he was getting closer you keep going. "Yeah you like that, face fuck me, making me choke on your dick hmm".

Toms POV

Fast gasps come out of my mouth the knot in my stomach getting bigger, i move you phone to rest between my ear and my shoulder and move my other hand to my balls kneading them slowly. The extra movement adding to the stimulation my body starts heating up and i feel myself get closer.

___ spewing words into my ear, the sanarios of want we could be doing if there wasnt a wall between us carring me furter to my climax. I grip my cock harder aswell as my balls going faster letting out a few loudish moans quickly looking over to bill to see if hes woken up but his body still relaxed and not moving.

"Fuck ___-ngh- im gonna-Fuck!" you groan into my phone, my body tensing, my hips rising further to meet my hand, my back arching with my eyes rolling back as the high hits me hard. I bite onto my bottom lip really not wanting Bill to wake up at this point, fisting my dick again riding out my high i let a few moans out just to let ___ know that i was cumming.

As my body slumps back down onto my bed i let go of my now softening cock letting it rest on my lower stomach. Letting my breath get back to normal and cleaning up my cum before talking to ___.

"Thank so much babe, fuck i really needed that" i say with a much clearer tone "No problem babe, i hope you know that your gonna have to fuck me in the morning i don't care when but this phone sex thing god it hot, but id rather have you fuck me then listen over the phone of you get what i mean" she giggles.

We quickly say our good bye as i try and get some sleep, looking back at Bill seeing his back turned i can only pray that he didn't wake up, my eyes drifting to the clock flashing 11:39. I pull my body deeper into the bed my eyes only now feeling heavy as i slowly drift of to sleep.

TIME SKIP

I wake up the sun barely up but lighting up the room enough without lights looking towards bill bed seeing he not there must mean he up and about probably in a very pissy mood but still. Grabbing my socks and slipping them on i walk around to ___ room, seeing shes not there i raise my brow. I walk to Gustavs next, no one there i huff walking down the corridor all the way to Georg room, knocking a few times before jiggling the door handle to see if it was unlocked it was....

Opening the door i was met with everyone's faces: Bills face scrunched in disgust, Gustav mouth hanging open, Georg looking like he was about to die if he kept his laughter in any longer which seemed to be right as he busted out laughing clutching his stomach. ___ face in her hands i get the gist that ether ___ told them about our call or Bill woke up and told them.

"You couldn't of waited!" Bill shouts, my question getting answered. "Hey my plan was to go to ___ room but you had that fancy lock on so" i say not caring to much i grab a coke from the fridge and sit down next to ___ opening it a placing my arm around her shoulder giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.

"I told you he was gonna wake up" she says leaning her head on my shoulder as we watch Bill rant about last night with Georg dieing from laughter and Gustav in shock. "Oh well, he'll get over it" i chuckle taking a sip from my coke.

YALL i hope you liked please leave requests they are open 😁

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[lost-inthedream]

Monsta X reaction to you asking to touch their D...

during a make-out session when you haven't had sex yet.

+ Wonho

genre: smut

warning: bad language.

Pairing: MX and female reader

Shownu:

Those make out sessions have been turning into devil's behavior lately, Shownu could anticipate you feeling his member sooner or later. Your lips felt so right and there were those tiny moans you let out from time to time. Screw it, he couldn't care less about his cock being so obvious to you. The thing was you couldn't ignore it so, in the middle of the kiss, you asked to hold it. He pulled back, a string of saliva stretched between you. "Sorry, what did you sa-?"

"I wanna- I would like to grab it"

He eyed himself down, stuttered an "okay, fine" then waited until you could actully move your hand towards his clothed sex.

Minhyuk:

Unlikely Shownu, Minhyuk was fully aware that you could feel his dick hardening against your front. In the back of his head, he was almost sure that you liked it, he pressed it more because he needed a clear reaction from you. But also because that felt good as hell. Yet you surprised him with your request.

"Oh, I thought you wouldn't like to touch it" he replied.

"Minhyuk I've been feeling it for the last 30 minutes"

He jerked your hand right on top of his bulge and contemplated your fist slowly mold around his thickness.

Kihyun:

He often believes he does a good work controlling his dick. He's not the type of guy who gets hard easily but you've been making it more difficult with each passing date. You sat on him and he loose it, his hard on pocked you from under and he forgot to breath while kissing. You asked if he was feeling well and he stuttered to say he was so damn fine because you're sitting on his lap like a princess.

"I know you like it..." you admit "your body is telling me something and I'm curious to feel more of you"

You look down, your eyes stop on the side of your thigh, where his dick is prodding you, pushing against his pants.

"Baby, you can do whatever you want with my body"

Hyungwon:

You were not supposed to be making out at that time because your friends were waiting for you in the bar. You were so late, but you were having a bad hair day right in front of your boyfriend. He hugged you from behind, trying to convince you were gorgeous. He leisurely sucked on your neck then whispered in your ear that he was so attracted to you and that was what mattered.

You was ready to disagree but you felt his dick hardening on your butt. He was so into you, even when you just existed.

"I can feel your dick"

"That was not my intention, beautiful"

"Let me hold it, since I caused it"

He just nodded and smiled.

Jooheon:

Some days ago, he admited he had a hard time making out with you because of his hard on. He looked so embarassed and adorable somehow. He was concerned that would make you uneasy or something. You noticed him trying not to grind on you so you couldn't feel his stiff member. His action made you more curious about it. You pulled him closer, making him adhere to your front.

"Jooheon, let me feel you more" your voice sounded whiny in a way he had never heard before. It was clear that you wanted his cock.

So he let it press against you. His chin dropped when you slid your hand between you all to palm it through his pants. "Oh my God, y/n, you're gonna drive me crazy"

Changkyun:

This guy is very touchy, Changkyun goes a bit wilder every time you meet. Tonight he lifted your leg and held your butt as if it was his propriety. The way he grabbed you got your bodies impossibly closed. The kiss was perfection but you suddenly feels a different element poking you. You got the reminder that he had a dick after all and apparentely, it got excited about what you were doing.

"Fuck, babe. Let me touch you too" you gasped.

I.M tilted his head to the side, your hands still grabbed him by the butt and back. What could you be talking about? Then he realized it.

"No need to ask, baby doll"

Wonho:

Going to the gym was part of his routine but you asked to meet him before his exercises. That would be quick, you only needed to see his beautiful face. Though you end up devouring each other's lips while he wore the smallest shorts ever. He couldn't show up dressing like that and expect you to stay normal. Training wasn't important anymore, since he's got his sweet babe moaning in his arms.

He stopped for a while just to see you, because you smiled so good between kisses. Your gaze dropped directly to his bottom and his bulge faced you back.

"Love, is that your...?" You couldn't even say it " can I hold it?"

His eyes blinked smootly and he immediatly guided your hands there, motioning you to close your fist around it.

[mustaineesmio]

Thranduil loves Legolas so much he would die a hundred times to keep him unharmed.

His son is the only living being in the entire world that he actully does love. He is the only family he has left and he loves him like he has never loved anyone else.

Legolas is his pride and the most precious thing he could have ever asked for.

But Thranduil is so deep into his own sorrow that he is utterly unable to tell him any of that or show him his love. Legolas thinks his father doesn't care about him but learns to live with the fact. He never expects anything from him.

Thranduil please hug your kid and tell him how much you love him already 😭😭 he's developing serious daddy issues

[shrimpalbuspotter]

This is the issue for me... because I love toxic ships. Like, I seriously adore them, they are basically all I read (despite the fact I only write fluff, because it makes me happy). I just have never been into the Wolfstar type of toxic, I guess.

I suppose its rooted in the fact I never started off reading wolfstar. Maybe if the first fic I read was ATYD or TCOPTP or whatever, I could have had more interest, but alas.

This isn't so to say I haven't ever read a fic with wolfstar as a side dish that I enjoyed. There's been plenty where I've been able to say "yes. I like the dynamic between these two here!" But because in my head it doesn't fit with the lore I've made, it doesnt work much at all :,(

Anywho, this is just a me issue! I don't think reading a specific fic will change the fact I don't ship it either- its really nothing to do with the ship and just that I don't find it interesting enough to actively seek it out.

trying to get into wolfstar bc I'm in the Marauders Fandom and it's the most prominent ship but I genuinely have no interest in it so I just have to make shit up and act like I gaf 💔

Not even trying to say its a bad ship. I get why people like it. I just don't... GET it, yaknow? Like, I've always been more into canon than fanon for any piece of media, so I can only see Wolfstar in a canon light, and in my head it just isnt working out.

When they're older? Sure! They were in the same friendgroup in Hogwarts, they never saw eachother for 12 years and were the only people in that friendgroup that were both alive and not evil. They are grieving together. But... that's all I can see it as, and I'm just not interested in that. At all.

Idk.. God maybe its bc I always imagine Wolfstar as kinda toxic (not that I hate toxic ships, this is just the wrong genre) bc Sirius's loyalties would always lay with James despite him being dead, but I've just never wanted to even read wolfstar. It's got to the point if I'm reading a fic and Wolfstar is a side ship you see alot, I have to drop it.

And honestly, I've never even touched a fic where the MAIN ship is Wolfstar because I just know I'm not gonna enjoy it and will eventually imagine them as different characters so I can stay interested.

I DUNNO. I JUST HAD TO MAKE THIS POST... DONT EXPECT ANY WOLFSTAR HERE UNLESS I SUDDENLY THINK OF SOMETHING FOR THEM WHICH I FEEL PASSIONATE ABOUT (Perhaps how I visualise it or how I can imagine it playing out)

[gizm0-gadgetz]

Fanbot writing! Okay so quick explanation. This is the first thing I'm writing (and sharing) for this Fandom. Prolly not the greatest characterization.

There's two fanbots in this, One is mine Nimbus the other belongs to @voidselfshipp they are companions and shall not be seperatwd

Anyways. Fic under the cut. First meeting with the band

Nimbus was dusting. It was almost all he did at this point. Not many people came into the store anymore, and if they did they usually already knew what they were getting. He simply wasn't needed to explain many things anymore.

Dust had built up in the crevices between his plating but he could only reach so much of it in his current position. Maybe they should ask for some help. That was certiantly a possibility…although they don't enjoy taking Sunny from her work and there was nobody else they trusted enough.

Ding-ling-ing

The door opened, a longer pause before the bell rang again as it closed. They waited for a moment to see if someone would immediately come up to the desk but nobody did.

Huh.

Its joints creaked as it stood, brushing dust off of its pants. As it approached from the back of the store it became clear there was more than one person walking around. Obviously it wasn't Sunny, she would have entered from the side door anyways.

Bright pink locks stood out behind one of the emptier shelves. Strange. Not the type of people typically attracted to an antique shop on the edge of town. That didn't really matter, they suppose.

He leaned over the edge of the front desk, chains jingling on his belt. It sounded like there were three different people inside, the busiest the shop had been in a while.

“Look at this one!”

“Spine, do you really need more hats?”

“Do you need more dresses every time we go to a clothes shop?” Was it rude to eavesdrop in this scenario? These People weren't exactly being quiet.

The bickering got quieter as the third person detached from the group. He had a nice mustache with simple chops framing his face. An elegant bowler cap sat atop his head, but they were far more interested in the little pipe poking out of it. After a moment they locked eyes, a soft whistle coming from the stranger as steam escaped the pipe. It just waved absentmindedly, tapping it's fingers against the desk, not expecting much.

“Is this your shop?” He startled a bit as the man rushed up to the counter. His plating looked to be bronze, blue light reflecting from his glowing eyes.

“No. I just live here.” They shrugged, brushing their tag to be more visible. The stranger squinted at it for a moment before extending his hand.

“-Hatchworth!! Leave the poor clerk alone!” A silver man joined the two of them, far more focused on scolding his partner then on Nimbus.

“It's called being friendly Spine-” The woman with the bright locks flicked the back of his head, causing a ringing around to echo throughout the store. They took the moment of bickering to slip into the other store, looking past the stacks of vinyls and cds.

“Sunny?” They peered out of the back of their connected stores, scanning the room for their friend. “Suuuuunnnnnnny-” He jumped as she sprung up from behind a stack of cassettes.

“Nimbus! Hi! Lonely again?” There was only a hint of teasing in her voice, mostly genuine.

“No- well yes but no that's not why I'm here.”

“What's wrong?”

“Mmmmmm….Cmere. I wanna show you somethin-” They gestured back to their side with a sly smile. “-in the store.”

“New shipment of cool vintage?” It didn't respond, just slipping back inside and hoping the robots hadn't noticed them dip. Sunny followed with a soft hum, heels clicking against the tiled floor.

Thankfully when they entered the trio were still bickering, although now the bright one was reaching for the tallest’s hat. There wasn't actully that much difference between the twos height so he imagined it was mostly for play.

Sunny whistled softly as her eyes landed on the group. It was a strange reaction to Nimbus but he'd long since gotten used to hearing the noise when she saw something she thought looked cool. The bronze one stepped away from the bickering duo, spotting something more interesting on a nearby shelf.

“What brings yall to this little shop?” Nimbus finally speaks, catching the others' attention. “Don't get a lot of business anymore.”

“Stalling-” The silver one started before the bright one interrupted again.

"Zer0 needed a few repairs so we're checking out these cute little shops!” Her locks bounced as she moved. Nimbus had never thought of itself as short, being taller than most it spoke with, but this trio managed to tower over them by a good few inches. “There's so many little trinkets here!”

“We have an hour or so before we have to get ready for the show.” Now that the colorful one wasn't reaching for his hat the silver man adjusted how it sat atop his head. Their eyes drifted to the other hat he was holding, an old cowboy hat with the price tag gently swaying from the brim.

“What kind of show?” Sunny spoke up, startling the silver robot who clearly hadn't noticed her join them.

“We're the Steam Powered Giraffe-” He started, glancing at his companion bot.

“-the singing musical automatons!” She finished with an exaggerated bow. A soft blue light bounced off the shelves before the original bronze robot joined them again. He held out a sheet of paper which Sunny reached over to take.

Nimbus leaned over to see the details themself. It was a poster of some sort, advertising the show. The show seemed to take place in the concert hall nearby.

“Huh. I didn't know concerts were taking place again. They were doing renovations not too long ago…” They point to the names. “The Spine, Rabbit, Hatchworth, Zer0.” It paused for a moment, looking at the trio. “You mentioned that Zer0 was getting repaired…so you three are The Spine, Rabbit and Hatchworth?”

“Oh let me guess!” Sunny pointed to the bronze one, who just tilted his head curiously. “Hatchworth. He has the hatch.” He smiled, nodding his head before giving two thumbs up. She turned her attention to the other two, squinting at them. After a moment she circled around them once before returning behind the counter again. “The silver one is Spine, So you have to be Rabbit?” They both clapped, though Rabbit seemed much more energetic in it.

“Smart cookie!” She grinned, shooting a wink in Sunnys direction. Nimbus could hear their friends fans kick up as she began to heat, but they were far more focused on studying the poster.

“Shame yer tickets must be wildly sold out by now.” He mused softly, setting the flyer down and turning his attention back to the trio. “Anyways-”

“We could probably get you in!” Hatchworth interrupted, slamming his hands down and eagerly leaning forward over the desk.

“No, they're right Hatch, we sold out a while ago-”

“Spine, when was the last time you saw non Walter bots?” He didn't answer right away, tapping his chin in thought. “We gotta help our fellow bots!”

“Yeah Spinel, don't be such a party pooper!” Rabbit joined in, wrapping an arm around hatchworth and pulling him close.

“Don't call me Spinel.”

“Spinel Spinel Spinel.” He glared at her but didn't do any more than that.

“The only seats we have are V.I.P.”

“Where's the problem with that?” Hatchworth hummed, idly bouncing as he stood there, causing steam to escape from the pipe on his hat.

“Well…I mean-” There was silence for a moment. “We don't even know their names! Or if they're even interested.” He crossed his arms, quite satisfied in his response.

“Oh! Of course!! You know us, shall we know you?” Hatchworth grinned, clapping a few times.

“Of course! Sunny Dew, at your service.” She twirled with a slight wave of her hands for extra flourish. The trio clapped a few times for her little spin.

“Rolls off the tongue!” Hatch exclaimed with a dorky smile. They then turned their attention back to Nimbus, waiting for him to introduce himself. It did not speak, just staring blankly.

“Hey buddy, your turn.” Sunny gently elbowed them with a soft smile.

“Oh!-” A small puff of steam erupted from their horns. “Ni-ni-ni- nim-nim-nim-” They felt a hand gently pat their shoulders, trying to help. “- b- bu- bu-” After a moment there was a forceful smack against their back, causing their body to vibrate. “Nimbus!” He finally managed to get out before clearing his throat. “Nimbus Dew.”

“Aww! Y-Y-you have matching names!” Nimbus startled a bit at the stuttering tone coming from Rabbit. She wasn't mocking his, was she? “How fitting!!”

“Were you two made by the same people?”

“Hatchworth you can't just ask people that!” Spine scolded, waving his finger as he told him off.

“Why not?--”

“It's rude!”

“We weren't.” Nimbus spoke up before they could start bickering properly. “I d-d-d-Don't know who made me, but we have different b-b-b-builds.” He twitched a bit, trying to make sure his internal mechanics were in the right places.

“Due for a dusting?” Nimbus only nodded. Clearly his voice box wasn't working particularly well. “Alright, we can set some time aside later tonight.” Sunny smiled, patting her friend's shoulder.

“Well, N-Nimbus and Sunny, want to join us?”

“For the show you mean?”

“Of course!” Nimbus looked to Sunny, waiting for her input before they spoke.

“It sounds very fun-!” She smiled, leaning forward over the desk.

“I'll have to make a c-c-call. May n-n-need to spin a lie or t-t-two.” He shrugged, tapping against his thigh as he spoke.

“Why lie?” Hatch looked perplexed, trying to figure out any reason they would need to lie. “We are giving you tickets?” It did not answer right away as if waiting to see if they would figure it out on their own.

“I'm not s-s-supposed to leave.” The trio don't react right away, just staring at them. “Not ex-ex-exactly a job.” After a glance at each other it seems that they connected the dots, but nobody said anything about it.

“Well! We will tell the Walter Workers to expect you.” Spine nodded, turning to leave before Nimbus reached over and grabbed his sleeve. He seemed to startle before looking back at them confused. They did not speak, just pointing at the hat he was holding. “Oh! Whoops.” He handed the hat over before patting around his vest to find cash. “Where did my-”

Rabbit reached over and into his pocket, pulling his wallet out.

“Oh. Thanks.” Nimbus just watched them as she refused to let go of it easily. Spine pulled on it, trying to pry it out of his fellow robot's hand. “Give it-”

“Ask nicely.”

“Rabbit! Just give it back-”

“Nuh uh.” Hatchworth blinked a few times as he stood awkwardly off to the side.

“Guys! We don't have time for all this!” He reached forward and yanked it back from the duo. Hatch paused, looking at the hat before digging through the wallet for some bills. After a moment he handed a 20 dollar bill over with a big smile. Nimbus looked it and reached to grab change, but by the time they looked up again the bell ran signifying the trio had left.

“...I only needed t-t-ten.” It looked to Sunny, watching her expression shift as she thought it over.

“Bring it to them at the concert?” He nodded. That made sense. They both stayed silent for a moment.

“Did y-y-ya noticed how tall that Ss-p-pine guy was?”

“Oh definitely. Pretty sure he had to bend down to leave.”

“You seem e-e-even smaller now!” Nimbus brought a hand to cover his mouth as he giggled.

“Yeah yeah.” They wave him off with a roll of their eyes. “I'll flip the sign so we can dust.”

“It can w-w-wait!” He called out to her as she walked to the front. Sunny didn't respond right away, flipping the sign from open to closed.

“Well it wouldn't be very good if you shut down out of the shop, now would it?” He didn't like it when they looked at him like that, the scolding expression. It just avoided the gaze.

Sunny walked around the desk and stepped into the back, returning shortly after with a tool box. Nimbus just sighed, taking a seat and closing his eyes. Might as well get it over with.

Before they left Nimbus helped their friend change their face plates around. It wasn't the greatest at helping, but he knew the help made it much easier. This mask left them significantly more masculine, it looked really good on them in his opinion.

~~~~~~

Sunny had taken his hand, leading the way. It wasn't too hard to find out where the band was performing, there was already a line as people got ready. So many humans were dressed up, some just vaugly robotic and others almost exact copies of the band they had met prior. It was confusing Nimbus’ facial sensor.

A lady with bright blue hair stopped infront of them, holding a hand up to motion for them to stop. He almost fell due to the sudden change in momentum, having to twist his feet inward to prevent collapsing.

Her skin was pale, making the blue seem even brighter. Her white dress and stockings were only slightly lighter. She seemed to be looking at a list on a clipboard before looking at the two of them again.

“Sunny and Nimbus?” Her tone was somewhat flat as she glanced around the hall.

“How did y-y-you know?” Nimbus tilted his head, trying to piece it together. She hadn't been at the shop, had she? It was hard to remember now.

“It's not common to see non Walter Robotics automatons.” She slipped the clipboard into a large pocket on her dress. “Come with me.” There wasn't a moment to lose, the second the words left her mouth she had turned around and started walking.

It took both of them by suprise for a moment before they quickly followed after. He looked to Sunny with a perplexed expression, still holding their hand close. They just shrugged with a soft smile.

The strange woman did not speak again, swiftly walking through the halls. Nimbus tried to keep track of where they were walking but he couldn't picture the map in his head.

After a few minutes of walking she stopped outside a door, knocking on the frame before opening it up. They didn't follow her in right away, not quite sure what was happening.

“I know he said vip…but…t-t-this seems like a bit much.” Nimbus swayed slightly, trying to keep his parts moving as he stood there. Sunny didn't even have a chance to respond before the bright haired robot stepped out. What was her name again? He knew that they had been introduced but what was it?

“There you are! I was worried you wouldn't come! In, in!” She took their hands and pulled them into the room. Spine was tuning his guitar, sat atop a speaker system. His movements seemed very practiced, moving with his own rhythm. “Guys!! They're heeeeere!” Spine looked up briefly, giving a nod of acknowledgment Before returning to his tuning.

“Oooh! Hello!” Someone new walked up to them, eagerly holding a hand out to shake. “Hello hello!!! I'm Zer0!” He had much more golden panels, with a silver mask around his eyes and jaw. Once nimbus took his hand he shook it eagerly. “Ooo this is so exciting!!”

“It's a shame we don't have The Jon and Upgrade.”

“Rabbit,” Oh. Her name was rabbit! Now Nimbus could remember. “Let's not uhh…overwhelm our guests.” Spine mimed clearing his throat before setting his guitar aside and standing up. Now that there was no desk to lean on it was obvious just how much taller he was than them.

Nimbus was no means a short bot, in fact they had been purposely built quite large for their time but Spine still managed to have a good six inches on it at least. Surely being that tall was inconvenient. Sunny shifted slightly, looking up at him with an expression it found hard to read.

“Glad you made it.” Spine set his hands on his pockets, fiddling with the zippers. “Theres some spots up front-”

“Up front?!” Nimbus blurted out without thinking, quickly covering his mouth in a display he often saw humans do. There was panic building in their systems, gears moving faster then they should. Its hand was taken by Sunny, they looked at it gently. It took a moment but he was able to calm down.

“Those were the spots still open.” Spine continued, looking over the duo. “Something wrong?” Nimbus only sighed, knocking on his horn like smokestacks. Each pipe was a good few inches tall, easily standing out and blocking the way even if they weren't emitting any smoke.

“Oh!! I know!” Rabbit spoke up. With one fluid movement she took her hat off, causing two bunny-like ears to reveal themselves and placed the hat atop Nimbus’ horns. “Plenty of fans dress up akin to our attire, you won't stand out much!”

He didn't not respond, staring blankly at the taller woman as he tried to process what had just happened. It was hard to think, systems fighting each other to keep working.

“Offical Rabbit merch!” She cooed, posing with a hand under her chin and a smug smirk. Nimbus could feel steam boiling in his chest but he said nothing. This whole thing was embarrassing for it. The floor seemed very interesting all of a sudden.

“That…that'll d-d-do.” A bright blue light broke their focus on the carpets pattern. Hatchworth walked up to them, idly spinning drumsticks in one hand. In the other he held out a different sheet of paper, a summary of the show.

“Good idea Hatchworth!” The Spine pat his fellow bot on the back. “Good idea indeed.” Nimbus’ hands shook as he took the paper, having to look it over several times before the words would process. It was a long list of songs.

“Do you guys need drinks?” They looked up to Hatchworth with a perplexed expression.

“For the steam boilers!” Rabbit chimed in before they could ask what that meant.

“oh… it w-w-wouldnt hurt.” It twitched a few times before grabbing it's wrist to hold it still. Hatch nodded before walking over to a cooler. It swung Open like it weighed nothing, filled to the brim with water bottles. He Gladly picked two up and handed them over. They each took one Gladly. Nimbus sensors detected that the bottles were quite cold, he wasn't sure why they needed to be so cold when steam was hot.

“What are these?” They glanced over to see Hatchworth pointing at the blueish glass panels on Sunny's knuckles. He was staring at them with A slight tilt of his head akin to a confused dog.

“Solar panels!” They finally responded after a moment, humming softly as they passed the bottle from one hand to the other.

“They Should get to their seats.” The woman from before spoke up, words more directed to the band then to them alone.

“Oh! Right. We wouldn't want you to be late!” Sunny turned to leave but rabbit grabbed their Arm.

“Hold on!”

“Hm?”

“Real quick,” She pointed to her face then at theirs. “You have changeable face plates?”

“Oh! Yes. Yeah I do.”

“Awesome!! Me too!!” Nimbus noticed how they shifted, looking a bit embarrassed. “They both look so good on you! We have to have a fashion show together sometime!” That was definitely the nail in the coffin. It could practically feel the heat radiating off of their panels.

~~~~~~~

The lights were colorful and bright, warping the band's faces with intense shadows. Steam pooled on the floor, moving as they danced. There was something hauntingly beautiful about it. They all manage to move so in sync.

Zer0, Rabbit, and Spine stood up front, being the source of most of the banter. Occasionally Hatchworth would join in but more often than not he stayed on the drums.

Nimbus learned that the white and blue woman was a Walter Worker and that there were actually a few of them there. Two of them looked very similar but there was also a man and someone In-between in overalls. The music was nice; although they couldn't always keep up with what the lyrics were.

Halfway through two large screens lit up, two Ai assistants revealing themselves and bickering with each other and the band. Nimbus struggled to keep up with all the energy, although it wasn't as bad as he expected.

The whole band had such interesting movements, some stiffer than the others. It could tell by watching them that they were quite old but well practiced.

When the show was finally over one of the Walter Workers pulled them aside. It took a while for the band to come back, having been swarmed by fans they would talk with for a few hours in total.

As they waited Nimbus took the time to clean his smoke stacks out and the hat that Rabbit had so kindly lended him. It would feel bad if it handed it back with stains. Sunny was vibrating with excitement, he could feel it radiating off of them.

When the band returned they Seemed to move a bit slower as if tired. They didn't react to their guests right away, instead grabbing some water and readjusting some of their joints. Rabbit was the first one to remember that they were There.

“Oh! How'd you enjoy the show?” She finished her water quite quickly, setting it down and began smoothing ruffles Out of her skirt.

“High e-e-energy.” Nimbus shook himself out a bit, trying to shift his gears.

“It was great!!” Sunny was fidgeting with their coat as they spoke. They rocked back and forth on their feet, trying to contain some of their excitement. “Such nice voices!!! I particularly enjoyed the deep tones from The Spine.” He only nodded in acknowledgement, more focused refueling his steam tank with slow sips of water.

Nimbus decided Against saying anything else, instead choosing to fidget with the chain hanging from his belt. Keys jingled as they pinched and twisted each link. Its focus had long since drifted away, as it usually did after high energy outputs.

“-peter!” Their mind snapped back to reality, staring at Hatch who had spoken. There must have been more to the sentence, nobody in the room was named Peter to its knowlage.

“We can't bring every robot we meet back to the Manor!” Spine pointed out, sounding exasperated.

“Sure we can!” Rabbit clapped her hands together with a big grin. “It's not like he'd have any problems with it.” Zer0 Was smiling wide, nodding along with her points. Nimbus was struggling to catch up with what was being said. He could feel his processors working overtime. They had just cleaned, it shouldn't be this bad. It knew that it needed repairs but surely It could go on longer, right?

“What do you think?” He glanced up to see Zer0 looking at him with a hopeful gleam in his eyes. At least he was pretty sure that was what he saw, it was hard to tell. They barely managed to get anything out, but judging by the band's expressions it wasn't something they could understand.

“Oh dear-” Sunny spoke up, gently reaching over to the key on its back. Nobody else spoke As they wound it up, just watching the duo instead.

“Did you understand what he said?” Rabbit looked to The Spine with a tilt of her head, ears stiffly flopping to one side.

“Not one bit.”

“He said he can't go.” Everyone looked back to Sunny. “It's a long story. We can give you contact information. They can explain better.”

“Oh no! Do you have to go already?” Zer0 sounded so sad about the idea of his new friends leaving. Nimbus only managed a nod, not wanting to use up much of the energy He had left. They managed to make a few gestures that Sunny could pick up on.

“We had a really good time!” They smiled warmly. “Let me get you that number.” One of the Walter Workers handed them a clipboard and pen, letting Sunny quickly get writing. Nimbus wasn't sure what to do, it felt so out of place. That wasn't very different then normal he supposed. They never really did fit into any group.

They talked for a little longer but he had stopped paying attention, waiting for their friend to finish up before being led out of the room. It was nice to have gotten out but now it had to return to the antique shop. Sadly the bots had to continue their tour, they'd probably never see each other again and that hurt to think about.

He probably wouldn't remember for long. He never did.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was a few weeks later when the phone rang. Nimbus picked it up with a soft hum, repeating the opening phrase that had practically been programmed into his head. There was silence for a moment before the Actual shop owner spoke. This was surprising to him. She didn't call often. It took them a moment to actully be able to listen to what she was saying.

Oh. Someone was coming to pick them up. He could feel the fire in his boiler dim. This never ended well. Nobody ever kept him for longer than a few weeks. She continued to talk for a bit but he wasn't really listening anymore.

Eventually the call ended, his hand was shaking as he put the phone down. Has Sunny been informed? They didn't know. It never liked being the one to break the news to them. He sighed heavily and pulled the tag off his shirt before getting to his feet. They put their keys in a drawer and headed up to the front to start closing.

“Sunny?” He knocked on the wall as he entered their shared Storage. “You h-h-home?” Their chains clicked as they walked, echoing against their metal joints only dampened by the cloth of their pants. Sunny was nowhere to be seen, which was odd. Typically they'd leave a note for it if they left the shops. He really wanted to be able to talk with them before they left.

Oddly enough the record shop seemed quite empty, some of the records were packed up instead of on display. Maybe they Were shifting the decor again, that was a reality common occurrence. It sighed heavily, returning to its side of the building. Nothing left to do but wait.

For now they decided to close their eyes, letting their mind wander instead of trying to stay focused. They wondered who was going to come get them. He was tired. Being passed around like this never ended well for it.

There Was a knock at the door, snapping them out of their zoneout. Slowly he got up, peering around the corner of a shelf to see who was there without immediately revealing themself.

It was a woman with bright blue hair tied back in a thin braid with a large poof at the end. Her face was framed with some rectangular glasses that reflected the light from her phone. They noticed her overalls seemed impossibly white but maybe it was just her black shirt making them pop.

Another knock.

Right.

Slowly it walked up to the door, finding she was a bit shorter than itself, but not enough to require looking up much. She looked them up and down a few times before clearing her throat.

“Are you Nimbus?” Oh. She knew his name. That was rare. It only nodded, far too fearful of glitching out to speak properly. “Sweet. Ya match their description pretty well, kinda shocking.” Neither of them moved right away, just staring at each other. “They said there was two of them?-”

Both looked to the back as someone rushed down the stairs, footsteps announcing their arrival long before they were visible. Oh. Sunny had gone upstairs to their apartment, that made a lot more sense than them leaving. It always forgot that was an option. They were holding what looked like a suitcase, he was pretty sure it was one they had taken from the antique shop with how framiler it looked.

“Dang it, you beat me here!” They huffed as they joined the duo by the door. Nimbus noticed they had dressed up a bit more for their punk side with some repurposed ripped jeans and plenty of pins and patches to accentuate their paneling. “There goes my surprise.”

“Su-su-surprise?” He tilted his head, unsure of what kind of surprise there could possibly be, don't they know he has to leave?

“We're gonna go on a trip!” They seemed so excited.

“We are? B-b-but I have to-”

“I'm coming with silly!”

“But the shop..?”

“We've got it all figured out, don't worry!” They elbowed it gently, more making a show out of the gesture than any real meaning.

“I can see why they Think your fun.” The duo turned to look at the lady still stood half outside. “Spose I should introduce myself. Names Cassandra, you can call me Cass.” She held her arm out but when Nimbus reached to take it they noticed something off about it.

Human arms weren't supposed to be silver, they knew that for a fact. She seemed to notice their hesitation, chuckling softly before her wrist swiveled as if to show off its range. Nimbus stared at it for a long moment before taking it to shake. Her grip was strong.

“Alrighty, let's get movin. Gonna be quite the drive.” Nimbus was confused as they both followed her out to a van. Cass took the suitcase from Sunny, sliding it into the back before opening the doors for them. He wasn't sure where they were going but he had a feeling they weren't going to tell him.

Cass stopped at the front of her car, flipping the hood open and looking through it for a moment before closing it again and hopping behind the wheel. Nimbus didn't talk for most of the ride, choosing to keep himself in power saving mode.

They should have gotten an energy boost before they left but they felt far too bad to ask for a refill. Due to keeping low it didn't hear most of the conversation between Sunny and Cass. The ride was long, going from smooth well kept roads to gravel and dirt ones before back to one with only a few occasional potholes.

Nimbus felt the car slow down as they entered a long driveway. His processors had to work overtime to try and understand anything he was seeing. The car stopped in front of a large manor, although Cass didn't get out right away. She pulled her keys out and leaned back in her seat for a moment before getting out.

“Right-o! We're here. Finally, This drive is always so long.” She ran her normal hand through her hair, shaking herself out. “I'll go tell Norman, You wait here.” Cass didn't wait for an answer before heading into the manor. Nimbus watched as she just walked right in, seemingly skipping any door that should have been there. Sunny finally turned their attention to Nimbus again. They started to say something but stopped to twist it's key up again.

“How are you feeling?”

“Im l-l-lost….”

“Oh right! We haven't explained-” Sunny didn't even have a chance to explain before someone else sprinted outside.

“They're here!!! Finally, finally!!!” They looked over to see Rabbit run out, squealing. Neither of them had a chance To say anything before she grabbed their hands and dragged them inside. There were eyes watching them from the sidelines but they didn't get to see who they belonged to. “GUYS!!! THEY'RE HERE!” Rabbit shouted up the stairs, practically vibrating from excitement.

There was loud thumping as someone Ran down the stairs. Nimbus watched as Hatchworth almost flung himself over the edge of the stairs on accident. Zer0 followed suit; but did jump over the edge and slide down the railing. Somehow he seemed even more excited than Rabbit did.

Nimbus took his hand back, placing it on his hip and Fidgeting with his chains. Sunny had a big smile on their face. This must be the surprise…but it was strange. Could they really have planned this? Sure the concert was fun but why would they want to see the duo again?

“Where's Petes?” Rabbits ears flopped as she tilted her head.

“Spines finding him!” Zer0s dreads seemed to bounce as he moved, which seemed to be often. As if on cue someone new slid down the banister, a scrawny young man in a lab coat. He almost stuck the landing but managed to step on the edge of his coat And almost trip. Zer0 grabbed his arm, stopping him from hitting the floor.

His face was hidden by a large wooden plate but his movements told it that he wasn't actually a robot. No it was just a mask. The large keyhole was an interesting Design choice, although even with the hole any details of his face were completely hidden. He seemed to move with large sweeping movements, as if making up for the fact his face was hidden.

“Hey-o hey!” The smile in his voice was evident even if it wasn't seen. Nimbus just stared at him blankly, trying to study him so it wouldn't immediately forget who he was. He had to be important, he just looked important. They Had only looked away for a second but when they looked back he seemed to have appeared in front of them.

By human terms the man wasn't short, being roughly the same height if not a bit shorter than itself. He had dirty blond hair, or maybe it was brown? It was hard to tell. Regardless it was broken up by streaks of white, though it doubted they were from age. Something about his movements just read as younger.

“Peter, back up dude.” Cass had her hands in her pockets as she joined the group. If they could, Nimbus would have sighed in relief when he finally stepped back.

“Right-o! Sorry.” He shifted his weight from one foot to the other as if bouncing. “Welcome to Walter Manor!” He held his hand out to shake although it seemed he wasn't able to hold it still for long as it seemed to tremble. “Peter Walter the sixth at your service!” Instead of waiting for someone to shake his hand he did a sweeping bow.

Nimbus just stared at him for a long moment, unsure of how to react to his antics. Sunny snickered before mirroring his bow. There were more footsteps, looking up revealed Spine finally joining the group. He opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by Zer0 ripping his hat from his head.

“Hey!” Zer0 only giggled, hiding the hat behind his back with a smirk. “Zer0. Give it back-”

“Nuh uh! You're late!”

“I am not!”

“Sure ya are The Spine!” Rabbit joined In on the teasing. Nimbus watched them briefly but noticed that Peter didn't seem to even notice their bickering. Now that it thought about it, they had been referred to as the Walter bots. Was this the Walter they meant? He wasn't sure.

Peter fiddled with his sleeve momentarily before turning around to look at the robots behind him. After a moment they stopped bickering, although Spine didn't get his hat back. Peter spoke quietly, they couldn't quite make out what he was saying but after a few back and forths He walked off.

“Well!!! Let's give you a tour! Cmon!” Rabbit took The Spines hand and then Sunnys, dragging her off in one direction. Nimbus stepped toward them to try and follow but someone took its hand.

“We can show you around!” Hatchworth smiled, his mustache twitching. Zer0 clapped his hands.

“Yes! Let us show you around!!” Nimbus was conflicted. He preferred to stick around Sunny, especially in such a new environment, but they seemed so excited.

“....alright.” It just nodded, letting itself be pulled along in the opposite direction. He wondered if they could stop for refueling…

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[ganondoodle]

(totk rant)

something i dont know if i have ranted about specifically is .... how i hate how little defined the sonau (zonai) magic is

like i get it, its magic, but it feels like it can do anything when the idiot plot demands and cant when it doesnt for no good reason, just like the enigma stones (secret stones)

(its not that each little thing is a problem, i dont need everything single thing explained, but that the whole mess of sonau magic, enigma stone magic and elemental magic feels like .. a mess, and a stupid mess at that! you dont know what is what and what soemthing can and cant do and that leads to a bad kind of confusion, one that makes it feel like there are no rules except when the plot demands it)

(also i will forever refuse to call it sonau 'tech', bc its not, its some vaguely stone textured pieces that do a thing when hit or pieces floating around some vague magic bs, theres no cogs, not maschinery, nothing that makes you feel its got an internal mechanism like the shiekah tech had-- worst part being they had planned sonau bs to be more magic than 'tech' but then, as i previously ranted about, decided to make it 'so players can immedaitely know what it does just by looking at it' and then decided they still needed to explain to you what the obvious fan thing does 5 times over when you already learned it on the literal tutorial ALSO ITS A FAN- WHAT IS THERE TO TEACH ME ABOUT IT- ... wrong post .. anyway)

sonau magic, apparently, can, replace an entire living persons arm that was 'beyond repair', when the person giving their arm IS ALREADY A GHOST (or dead for that matter, yes you can argue its the part of his arm that was left over at that point but .... that also leaves the question how the hell he could suddendly, conventiently, move that arm part independendly to catch link, when it flopped over limply a second ago .. and was also able to .. see? how would he catch him otherwise .. but only after it flopped over .. for no apparent reason too, its not like zelda picked the stone right off it or soemthing-- ALSO why does it not look like it then, like its long nailed creepy thing, but instead his perfectly alived arm argh)-

teleport people to places that have moved kilometers away from where it originally was (as in, rauru teleporting link via dismembered arm part train to the garden of time that was not in the sky last he remembered) but ..only like that?? i guess?? since no one else ever teleports via sonau magic, its always shiekah stuff that teleports except for this one instance (and it cant be it just went back to raurus ghost bc .. he acts like he just woke up as a ghost too so he couldnt have been ghost chilling in the garden of time either ....... why wasnt his ghostly version attached to his slightly less ghostly arm part anyway .....)

lift entire pieces of land into the sky i guess ?? (off screen ... somehow .... for no reason ............ after all the sonau that were there were dead (who did that?? the constructs??????????) and no scar left on the surface either)

make shield, once rauru, otherwise minerubot (we dont know if either did that in the og fight with ganondorf since ... we dont get to see ANYTHING of that 'fight' i am BITING this game in a non sexy way)

let you swim upwards and through ANY amount of earth (only link ever does it)

glue literally anything to anything (unless you shake it too hard) and have that glue actully make the glued together pieces work together as if there was a mechanism connecting it (only link ever does it like that, other NPCs are shown to be able to get pieces to work together without it ... and with no explanation either how THAT works, sicne there is no mechanism in anything??) (fuse is just the same glue glued into an extra ability slot, its not different in any means)

can ALSO glue stuff to the literal MASTERSWORD?? which, if i can be honest, i really dont like, idk, the mastersword itself being fused to some random other material and getting those weird green symbols on it while even changing its form temporarily when you pull it out?? idk, that feels like desecrating an holy object to me (and yet again .. sonau stuff in everything and everywhere ..)

reverse time on objects and generally copy other peoples abilities?? its not the stones since link doesnt have one, its like .. built into rauru bracelet even, thats kinda weird, what do you mean his bracelet is perfectly made for housing that exact number of peoples abilities- or ghost copies for that matter O.o

grab someones heart and seal it in a condition between life and death for THOUSANDS of years while dissolving its wielder ??? i would consider it being influenced by rauru light powers (which is still stupid to give to him of all people) having sealing capabilities towards "evil", but when he does it its really only typically sonau magic stuff, green glow, the symbols, the spiral (... why IS it a spiral, did he turn himself into a less stupid version of the shrines? lol)

(now theres things that overlap with the engima stones, but since its all such a mess i cant tell what part is strictly sonau magic bs and what is magic pebble bs and what is just kinda ... both)

stripping people of their clothes and teleporting to weird dream like dimension tm (end of game)

bringing back ghosts (rauru did the oh no im ghost gone now too which is why i cant tell you anything you should know link looooooool- whoops he back) sonia was never even shown as a ghost before (why? .. no seriously, why? you cant me she didnt have any regrets when she died? why does everyone get a ghost like its nothing but not sonia .. until that point .. which is probably just so she can hold hands with rauru and fuck off again, we wouldnt want her around when rauru isnt, the most importnatest coolestest guy to ever kingexist )

reverse irreversible transformations via stone (you can, uwu its time powersss!! me all you want it sucks in every aspect and i will not be argued with)

restore someone 'beyond repair' arm even when it was not fully purified as it was implied to be necessary at the start- and also just .. take away the arm that got transplanted? (games allergic to consequences)

(more stone than sonau but .. i feel like those two are inherently linked anyway)

"enhance" peoples already existing magic abilities- which .. isnt really true? like that sounds like a lie bc except for giant rauru laser he uses only once, no one seems to actually use it like that, speaking of which

giant laserbeams capable of taking out an entire family of moldugas

my point being, like i talked about before, is that all of the other people with stones, we either dont get to see what they can do bc they just get it and are only shown standing around doing nothing giving no example of its effect (old sages) or the new sages creating copies of themselves that they give to you, which i would argue, is not enhancing their abilties, bc their ability is very element specific, not the shiekahs copy game, yes their ghost houses their ability but .. thats not 'enhancing' that just a double- plus, and this drives me mad, THEIR GHOSTS GO AWAY WHEN THE REAL ONE IS AROUND, which defeats even the idea of it being stronger just bc there two of each now, so they get nothing and you get a ghost copy if they arent around themselves which is not something i would call "enhancing" (its so gamey .... it only exists like that so you get shitty companions with those abilities in the game and when they are around dont get double the already shitty way of activating them.. and i hate it, i hate how gamey it is, you can make things work without it feeling THIS gamey)

ooooor, are just a set piece, like sonia, who doesnt use her stone for anything, bc she cant have been too weak on her own to time reverse a single cup of tea now can she (i wouldnt put it past them)

the only other time it seems to work as it was said is with ganondorf, bc he had miasma (gloom ... ) powers before and just kinda .. miasmad himself up more

time travel! somehow!! even though the traveling person has not shown any time powers before that point, has no idea what the stone is or how to use it, and no idea where to go, nor to think of going there even in panic (which is something i would have accepted, like .. idk atreus travel via the marbles in god of war, how he thinks of home and travels to his old home instead of where he meant to go, thats a neat twist!) (also .. sonia is the one whos lived all her life with time powers and, supposedly, acts like a mentor to zelda (if you can count that one scene where she says some vague -cheer up- stuff) .. what if sonia could time travel, bc she actually knew how to use it, and went into the future to warn them or lead them into the right direction .. already thinking of better things again ..)

stones can also turn people into eternal, immortal (lie, you can kill dragondorf) dragons, permanently (also a lie, zelda is reversed, and 'she was just sleeping uwu', stone she ate is ALSO back) (dragons being something i thought of being ethereal, untouchable and timeless sacred beings you shouldnt try to understand or control- but no, sonaus stupid stones can just turn people into them and its only used for one cool set piece and a fake emotional hook, also a shitty way to bring zelda back into the future all fine and dandy bc her learning to control her sudden new time powers well enough to travel back on her own would have been too much agency for our little maiden prize- the whole dragon thing also feel like desecrating dragons to me)

(probably more im forgetting here lol)

in the end, what my problem is that its TOO much and TOO messy, theres no lines and all the rules told to you are proven wrong with no input from you or even hint at it being possible and no logical lines to it

like sure, in botw the shiekah tech and the encient energy is also rather vague, but you get a sense of what it is, its magic that powers their tech! and it doesnt go beyond that (unlike the sonau stuff which is .. both made AND powered by sonanium?? which feels a little ... stupid) and the people sometiems had some elemental magic, like urbosa and her lightning etc in totk its just all over the place, all the things work together in vague ways and seem like they can both do everything and nothing, which leaves you with an unsatisfying confusion and possible frustration (if you are me, who cares too much) instead of a intrigued curiousity (like i had with the ancient energy from botw) that can still feel like you not knowing the answer too doesnt distract from anything, its feels plausible on its own-

... hey, been some time since i got to rant in long form! take everything with a few more grains of salt than usually, i still have covid :/

[z-eel]

i need cnc reg with james and barty jfc please I am feral and need to see reg lose the control he always has and fucking likes it

you're feral, i have these mfs fucking around like rabbits in my head...

Regulus likes to be a tease, Barty knew that since the day they started dating, so when he finds him pressed into a wall with James Potter of all people kiss him, he's not jealous not even suprised because Regulus just loves these types of things.

'you know my boyfriend will be here very soon. he's gonna get pissed when he sees you on top of me.'

he could hear James laugh and did something inside him. he could also hear that smile in his voice when he spoke again.

'yeah im sure he'll be mad to find out you called me here just so i could fuck you while he's gone. a desperate little toy ready to be used right.'

the pause was long, as if Regulus hadn't expected that answer. likely because he hadn’t been.

'you might've been the one to call me, but Crouch gave permission to do with you wantever i wanted if your acting like a desperate little whore. i was almost disappointed when you didn’t try something with me.'

Barty was hard. he didn't think he could get hard by just hearing someone else talk, but James always had something about him.

'you're lying '

'is he?'

Barty pushed the door of their bedroom open and ran his eyes over Regulus half naked body, James leg between his thighs. he was grinding himself on it, staring at Barty with wide eyes, moving his hips just a little faster.

'he's needy little thing isnt be?'

James hummed as he went back to kissing a still wide-eyed Regulus. Barty never broke eye contact with Regulus as James moved from his lips down his neck. sucking hard, causing Regulus to yelp. it was that pain that snapped Reg out of it and made him push James off, and James ever the gentlemen moved.

'Barty you know i wouldn’t cheat on you right. you know i'd never actully do anything.'

and Barty only shrugged, 'rather be there when it happens. take something out of the humiliation.'

both James and Barty were standing on opposite sides of the room, Regulus in the middle slowly backing into the bed. the acting calling both of them foreword.

'what do you think about fucking him while i make choke on my dick.'

'i think i've never heard of something better.'

and so that what they did, Barty forcing Regulus to his knees and making him take his cock all in one breath. forcing him to take it deep even when he tried to push himself off.

James behind him gabbing both his hands as he pushed himself inside of Regulus, he was probably still loose from when Barty had fucked him earlier in the day but James didn’t bother to actually make sure. just began thrusting relentlessly, every time pushing Regulus to choke more and more. forcing short moans out of him.

Regulus didn't fight couldn’t when he could barely breathe. James was fucking him hard and Barty was just enjoying the warmed of his mouth, the sight of his eyes full of tears begging Barty to let him breathe made a shiver run down his back. so this was the feel Regulus was talking about. fuck it felt good.

god, he wished Regulus would've suggested this sooner. he fucking hoped they would do this again.

looking up from Regulus, he found James staring at him, mouth open, eyes hungry. And Barty kisses him. James fucked into Regulus even harder causing him to moan louder, deeper around Barty. the steady rise of his climax was forced foreword, giving him little time to push away from James and pull out of Regulus but James took hold of his neck kept him in place.

'let him choke on it. only thing hes good for anyways.'

fuck, if Regulus did want to do it again then he was gonna ask James to fuck him instead.